Sarah had met Billy a few weeks ago at a college social.  He was nice, and they were compatible.  But this was a new relationship, and one that hadn’t gotten physical yet, just some kissing.  Not that Sarah wasn’t receptive; it was Billy who would break off physical contact and say he had to leave.  He was was even careful not to look at her if she bent forward, and her blouse fell open. 

Very much the gentleman, she thought.  Maybe too much so.  While she normally doesn’t rush intimacy, a girl has needs.  She suspected he was just shy and didn’t have much experience with girls.  But as the saying goes, the shy bird never gets the worm (or something like that). 

When Billy came to take her out for dinner, she told him she had been delayed and wasn’t ready.  He should wait while she took a shower.  Sarah went into the bathroom. The water began to run in the shower.  Billy was in the living area, reading a magazine, waiting.

Then, too soon, the water in the shower stopped.  The bathroom door opened and Sarah called out:

“Billy, can you get the bottle of shampoo from the other bathroom?  I just ran out here.”

Billy retrieved the shampoo. 

“Got it,” he said. 

Sarah opened the door wide and reached to take the shampoo from him. 

“Thanks!” 

She was nude, dripping water.  After taking the bottle, she closed the door.  Though it only lasted a few seconds, she had revealed her entire body to him.  And she did it casually, like it was no big deal. 

Billy was stunned.  He thought this nonchalant act was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced.  The bathroom door was closed now, but his briefs began to bulge from the fleeting memory of her wet, beautiful breasts, her curves, her groin covered with fine blonde hair.  The shower started up again.  On the other side, he knew she was nude.  Perhaps her opening the door was just a spontaneous reaction on her part to get the shampoo.  Or maybe it was done with premeditation, an invitation?  He tried to think.  She could have draped a towel around herself or hidden behind the door, just reaching her hand out.  No, she without hesitation exposed herself to him, letting him see her in full frontal nudity. 

It must be an  invitation, right?  But what if he was misreading the situation?  Maybe she’s just not modest like most girls, and she wasn’t signaling him.  He’d make a fool of himself (or worse, he thought, a predator) if he acted.  What to do?

The water continued to run in the shower.  Billy stood there, contemplating all the missed opportunities in his life.  Times he’d been timid when boldness was called for.  He made a decision.  He pulled at his shirt, raising it over his head.  He kicked off his shoes, pulled off the socks, and took off his pants.  Clad now just in briefs, with a growing erection that was tearing at the fabric, screaming for its freedom, he pulled off the briefs. 

Nude, he turned the doorknob.  It was not locked.  He walked into the bathroom.  Sarah was standing under the water, looking through the clear glass of the shower door at him.  Her eyes were wide, mouth slightly open, staring at his erection.  Was she appalled, would she scream?

“What took you so long?” she asked.

Billy pulled the shower door open and stepped inside.  Soon there was not much washing going on, as they grappled, exploring each other’s body.  He cupped her full breasts and gently used his tongue to arouse the nipples.  He let his hand travel down her front, to graze across her opening.  She grabbed his behind and pulled him to her, letting his hardness press against her.  She caressed his scrotum, manipulating the balls, and he began to whimper. 

“I won’t last long,”  he pleaded.

There is only so much that a man and woman can do standing up.  They stepped out of the shower.  Using towels, they each hurriedly dried off the other and then moved into the bedroom.  With ferocity he possessed her, making up for all the dates that had ended with him scurrying shyly out the door, unfulfilled. 

Later, as they lay together in bed, Billy asked her about the shampoo. 

“I needed to get your attention,” she said. “If you were scandalized, I’d pretend opening the door was a spur of the moment thing.  Me acting without thinking.”

“I guess I’m pretty clueless about women.  I never know what to do,” he replied.

“Not at all.  You did just what you were supposed to do.  Now roll on top of me again,” said Sarah.  “We’re not done here.”