Alan’s Erotic Adventure

Chapter 11 Don??t be shy!

Alan swallowed, wiped his eyes and then looked carefully. That was Ella and she was nude. The third-

floor attic he lived in stood right across from the neighboring bathroom on the second floor. He could

therefore clearly see the whole picture.

The curtain of her bathroom was drawn a bit. Ella probably didn’t know Alan slept somewhere above

where she lived.

Village people bathed simply with warm water and a towel instead of a fancy shower fitting. Some

might even find a tub and soak in it like enjoying a spa.

Naked Ella was sitting in the tub and washing with a towel. The whole bathroom was steamed with her

hazed body seen by Alan.

Ella faced the window with her two breasts up. She had circles of chocolate mammary areola around

her big tits, like pine cones, as if they were frequently sucked by men.

It was so clean around her private part. She had no pubes? If so, she would be rarely tasty. But he then

denied when he saw her bushy armpit hair. She must have scraped it. It was so uncommon for women

villagers to do so.

Ella rubbed her big breasts with a towel while caressing her body from legs up to her rosebud. This

really turned him on! But the heavier steam blurred Ella’s body. He regretted not buying a telescope, so

he decided to take one from the downtown next time.

He stretched out for a clearer look, but he failed due to the dim light and thick steam. Yet Alan still

relished as he hadn’t done it for a long time. When he was a pupil, he peeped his landlord’s daughter

bathing, and was nearly caught by the landlord.

Peeping was a desire that human beings longed for the unknown or something from others. Alan went

so far that he, in high school, hid in a women’s toilet to shoot video of peeing girls. He was finally

caught by his head teacher who didn’t reveal him. Later, his head teacher threatened him that his news

would go viral if he wasn’t admitted by a top university.

Alan then studied hard every day and made great progress. He became the top student who once

scored worst among his classmates. They admired him so much but didn’t know his grievance.

Alan sighed when he recalled this. ‘Anyway, what was gone was gone. Just see forth.’

As Alan was absent-minded, Ella suddenly stood up from the tub. She opened the window probably

due to the heavy steam, only to find Alan across the attic leering at her.

They almost saw each other simultaneously. Alan wanted to shun away, but it was too late.

Alan touched his forehead with a smile to hide his embarrassment. Gosh! What a shame if Karon and

cousins knew I did this.

He expected that Ella would tell Karen even if she didn’t yell.

“Tell me if you want to see my body. Don’t be scared. Wanna see my breasts?” Then Ella unexpectedly

held her breasts and squeezed them so that cleavage could be seen. She held it directly to feat his

eyes.

Alan was stunned with a nosebleed.

Alan was about to praise her breasts but she cut in, “Come here if you want, and you can touch them.

Come on.” She drew the curtain quickly.

He was stuck there blankly and had no idea if she really meant it. If he went there and found she was

just kidding, he could be humiliated. Things would be even worse if he met her fiancé there. But if she

was serious, he would be indeed given a hard-won chance.

Alan pondered for a while but then gave up when he saw the light in the bathroom was off and the

whole village turned tranquil. What a pity.

The cozy night made Alan fall asleep quickly. After a while, he was awakened for he had to get up to

pee.

But there was no toilet on the third floor. He knew he couldn’t pee down out of the window. So in the

dark he went down to release at the backyard.

Suddenly a flashlight dazzled him. He found that was Karen as she said, “Oops! Alan, you scared me.

Why don’t you turn on the light?”

She wore a silk skirt and it was so short that her translucent lace underpants as well as her butt Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

cheeks, and of course, her rosebud were exposed. Alan witnessed all these.

He was blank for a while but soon came back to himself. Men were fond of women’s vagina for this was

some kind of nature thing.

“I’m getting up to pee.” Alan wiped his eyes on purpose while taking a quick peek at Karen’s bushy

private part.

“So am I. Come on, let me take you there.” Then Karen took him to the toilet hand in hand.

“Me first. I can’t wait anymore.” Karen said with the flashlight in hand, but she didn’t know where to

place it. She passed it to Alan.

However, she stood in front of him and back on the toilet. Alan was stuck and he didn’t know whether

he should leave or light up the toilet for Karen.

‘No big deal. Why do I think that much?’ Alan relieved and leaned against the wall. Karen immediately

put off her underwear to pee. The sound was so loud.

He saw Karen spread her legs, her lace underpants covering her vagina.

“Alan, do you have a girlfriend?” She asked.

Alan shook his head quickly.

“It’s OK. Let me introduce one to you. You will like it.” Karen said after a while. She got some toilet

paper, tilted her butt up and wiped her ass. Her butt cheeks were snow-white, big and plump. Then,

she pulled up the underwear and stood up, but as her skirt was too small to cover her butt, her rosebud

was exposed again. Alan happened to see them.

That was so bushy. Alan recalled Amy also had the same thick pubes.

That finally turned him on with a huge tent in his pants. Karen absolutely saw it.

“Look at you. You’ve really grown up. Let me help you find a girlfriend tomorrow so that the gun can

give it a shot.” Karen made it straightforward as she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Alan’s huge

tent.

Alan was less embarrassed when hearing what Karen said, wondering why she didn’t introduce her

three girls to him.

How could Alan pee when his dick was hard? Anyway, he had to pee. Karen took the flashlight and

lighted up for him. His stick’s shallow was cast on the wall, big and long. Karen was thrilled and thought

she would lose a great deal if he was introduced to other girls.