This post is a sequel to The Curiosity of a Dog
If Terri was surprised to see me on her front doorstep she didn't let on. “Chris isn't here,” she said. “He's working afternoons.”
“That's ok," I said. I held up the six-pack of Bacardi Breezers (her drink, not mine) that I picked up on my way over. "I thought I'd see how you were settling in.”
“Well, with a couple of those going down me I could settle in quite nicely.” Terri stepped aside and waved me into her new home with a flourish.
“What I really need though, is a shower. You caught me just getting back from my Pilates class. I wanted to get home early, so I didn't shower at the club. Here”, Terri motioned me to follow her and stopped in the hallway outside the bathroom. “I'll leave the door ajar and you can talk to me while I rinse all this sweat off me.”
She didn't look sweaty at all to me, but I wasn't about to object. I popped the top on two of the Bacardi's and handed one to Terri. We clinked bottles and Terri tilted her bottle back and took a long drink while keeping her eyes on mine. She smiled. “Now don't you get any naughty ideas about peeking or anything.” She slipped inside the bathroom leaving the door open about a half a foot as she had promised. I heard the water go on in the shower and glanced through the gap in the door to see Terri in the vanity mirror as she worked her blue top off, pulling it over her head. She wore a black bra underneath. There wasn't much to it, and she didn't really need it. Both her breasts combined wouldn't fill my hand, but I wanted to play with them just the same.
I thought I saw a trace of a smirk on her wide face as she turned around offering her back to the mirror. Terri bent forward sliding her sweat pants down and I caught myself rising up on my toes to catch a glimpse of her ass in the mirror. No such luck. The mirror was too high and Terri too little. She opened the shower door and stepped inside the glass booth. The sound of the water changed as it hit her slender frame.
“It's good that you stopped by”, Terri called out over the sound of water. “I know we've never really gotten along as well as we should. You don't like me very much, do you, Frankie?”
“I wouldn't say that.”
“Of course not. You're always so damned polite. Just look at you, standing outside the room like that. You could at least come inside so we don't have to shout at each other.”
“I thought you wanted me to stand outside. No peeking or anything.”
Terri laughed. “Since when do you care what I think.”
I shrugged to no one in particular, then pushed the door open and stepped inside the steamy bathroom. I could make out Terri's tiny form, distorted by the rippled glass of the shower stall. She was facing up at the shower head as water sprayed down on her. I knocked back more of my drink and wondered how well an offer to scrub her back might be received.
“Damn! I can't believe I got in here without a facecloth. Would you mind? There should be some in the cabinet on your left.”
I found a white terry cloth square and was about to pass it over the top of the shower stall when the glass door popped open swinging towards me. Terri's hand was reaching blindly. I could see from the way she held her head up through the rippled glass that she was trying to keep soap out of her eyes.
“It's here”, I said, holding the cloth just inches out of reach.
“Where?” She groped blindly for the cloth which I kept shifting out of reach. “Damn you Frankie, why don't you just give it to me?”
It was my turn to laugh. “Why Terri, I never expected to hear you say that to me. I thought maybe it was you who didn't like me very much.”
“Well, I'm not liking you very much right now.”
“I wonder what I can do to fix that? Let's start with this.” I pulled the shower door open further, stepped towards her and placed the facecloth in Terri's hand. She clasped it to her face and began to dab at her eyes. I filled mine with a good look at her slim body. She was much skinnier than the women I usually prefer. Her skin was pale and in some spots there was the expected sagging and wrinkling of age. Not everything was as tight and firm as maybe a woman half her age but overall she was quite fit for someone nearing sixty.
“What do you think? You see anything you like?”
“I might be warming up to you.”
“When will you know for sure?” Terri had turned and was facing me now. She had cleared her eyes of soap and she stood before me with water beading on her body and trickling over her as the shower continued its spray.
“How long did you say Tom was working?”