Get struck by an idea?
From Create Your Own Story
You get briefly distracted by the idea of Stacey being in the shower, naked, just a room away, but shake your head to focus on the task at hand. While you can feel your desires burn hot inside, it wouldn't do any favors for her to wonder why the sink doesn't look any different. You open the cabinet for a closer look, and blink at what you see.
Taking your wrench you reach in and quickly tighten a few parts of the pipes where water was leaking out of. As it turned out, he accidentally guessed higher than expected, and it only took five minutes instead of ten. Just as you were contemplating how to clean up the inside of the cabinet, an idea struck you. With a devious smile you made your way to the bathroom door, able to faintly smell the soap or shampoo she was using, and rapped his knuckles on the door.
"Stacey, I got a problem," you call out. "What?" came her reply. "Stick your head in the door I can't hear you!" Your heart pounding, you poke your head in the brightly lit bathroom has a thin veil of steam handing in the air, and at the other end of the room across from the door was the shower, where Stacey was poking her head out from behind the plain white shower curtains, hands holding it over her. One of the two lights on the celling was above the shower, so you could make out her silhouette behind the curtain. "What's the problem? Is it worse than you thought?" she asked with a worried look on her face.
"No, not at all. I just need a few towels to clean up the water that leaked out." A smile came over Stacey's face. "Thank goodness, I was worried there for a second. I don't have many clean towels, but the few I do have are under that cabinet there," she said while extending her lower arm to point at the cabinet under the bathroom sink, her right arm still clutching the curtain to her chest.. As she pointed, the portion of the curtain her left hand was holding fell back, exposing her left breast and it's perky little nipple, unbeknownst to her.
Your pants start to tent from the hardon you instantly gained, and almost forgot to reply, captivated by the sight before you. "O-Okay," you stammered out. She merely nodded and pulled back into the shower, ignorant of her exposer moments before, leaving the curtain in its slightly pulled back state. You stumble into the room and quickly open the cabinet, finding three white towels. "Oh, and don't forget to leave me one, 'kay?" Stacey's voice nearly made you jump out of your skin, but you give "No problem" in reply.
Putting your plan in motion, you sized up the three towels, two medium sized and one rather small. You took the small one, folded it so it looked like the bigger ones, just more flat, and stuck it back in the cabinet before grabbing the others and standing up.
You make fore the door, but stop halfway, a question on your mind:
