Because her head was tilted down and the towel was blocking her view, she couldn't see me — but I had a clear view of her young body. Her breasts were each perhaps half the size of a baseball. Her small areolas were just a few shades darker than her skin and sported nipples about the size of a pencil eraser; her bust was a delight to see. Her waist and hips were formed by a couple of gentle arcs that made her young form distinctly feminine. Fit and trim, her stomach and belly were as flat as they could be. At the bottom of her pelvis, I saw that she had a small and somewhat narrow strip of hair that was as blond as what was on her head — and still sparse enough for me to make out the slit dividing her full mons. I could only stand there in a mixture of shock, and pleasure at the view I had. I was still standing there when she pulled the towel from her head and saw me. Much to my surprise, it took a couple of seconds before she calmly told me "Uncle Ted, I'm naked."

That broke the spell, and I hurriedly turned around and apologized as I made my way back out the door and closed it behind me. Giving up on the idea of a bath, I headed back toward my place. Only when I started down the stairs did I notice that the front of my bathrobe was leading the way; immediately after that, I realized that there was a distinct possibility (even probability) that I'd been in the same state in front of Donna. Embarrassed, I got myself dressed again, and then went upstairs to wait for Teresa to get home; I wanted to tell her what had happened so that she'd know it had been an accident.

I was sitting on the couch when Donna came through on her way to the kitchen. When she came back again, I told her that I was sorry for barging in on her, and said that I'd be sure and knock next time. She just gave me an amused smile before answering "It's okay, Uncle Ted… I know you didn't do it on purpose. I'm just sorry it bothered you."