His eyes followed her as she entered the room, wondering what she was going to do first. He had watched her on many occasions and discovered that she was a creature of habit. Normally, she would step out on to the balcony to grab a quick cigarette, before changing out of her work clothes. Other times, she would collapse on to the bed and lose herself in her phone, scrolling endlessly through Facebook. If things were bad, however, if she was tearful or agitated, she would shower straight away.
She was already undressing, unzipping her dress and stepping out of it. From his vantage point in her closet, he peered through the slats, watching intently as she slung the dress on the floor, then sat down on the bed to peel off her tights. He had no fear of discovery, she always tossed her clothes aside, leaving them on the floor until bedtime. A more fastidious person might have given him trouble, but not her.
She was down to her underwear now, a pretty matching set. Arching her back, she unclipped her bra, then slid off her pants. Then she stepped casually over her discarded underwear and walked into the en suite bathroom. Moments later, he heard the shower door shut, then the familiar groan of the pipes as the water started up. It was a sound which always made him smile, for reasons he couldn’t fully explain.
He counted to fifty, tempering his desire to hurry to her, then quietly emerged from the closet. He darted a look towards the bathroom – the door was ajar, but he could see the shower screen was nicely steamed up – then padded quickly but quietly over the carpet. Placing a gloved hand on the handle, he eased the door fully open. Stepping inside, he checked his progress once more, waiting to see if his arrival had been detected. But Rochelle seemed oblivious, humming quietly to herself as she showered.
Now was the time to do it, now was the time to act, but he hesitated, unable to resist the sight in front of him. Blurred though his view was by the condensation, he could still make out the curve of her thighs, the swell of her breasts, her long, blonde hair hanging down behind her. Already he could feel his arousal growing, but this was no time for self-indulgence, so he took a decisive step towards her, pulling the bathroom door gently shut behind him.