She blushed while backing up so he could get a better view of her whole body. The young girl was in the middle of removing her futbol jersey and when she had, she dropped it to the floor and faced the wall surrounding the balcony with her eyes closed and the wind rippling through her brunette hair. The fact that only two balcony doors separated him from getting a look turned him on, but he knew there was no way he could open the door to her adjoined bathroom unnoticed. “My good friends call me A-ron, and my regular friends call me Phil.”
“Georgia,” she gave her name. Peering through the glass he saw her entering the bathroom, presumably to wash her face and hands. The whole situation just felt like an extension of practice. “I was sweaty.” She rubbed her arm shyly. Peering through the glass he saw her entering the bathroom, presumably to wash her face and hands. Georgia took the spray nozzle from him and used it to clean herself on the toilet before hopping into the shower with him.
