Adventures of Karen K by Karen K - Bathtime Streak

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I thought I’d tell you about another time my hubby to be at that point had me streaking after stealing my clothes. I was living at home and my parents decided that since I was now

old enough and my brother was shortly to be leaving school that they would have a holiday by themselves.

One day my hubby pops into the shop where I worked and said that he was going to take me out for a slap up meal and a late night at the disco club. I arrived home to find my

younger brother leaving to go and stay with friends. I made sure he had everything he needed and made a cup of tea and went upstairs and ran a bath. My brother shouted goodbye and slammed the door as usual. By now I had stripped naked and put my robe on in my bedroom whilst the water was running. I was just turning off the tap when the doorbell rang.

My immediate thought was that my annoying little brother had forgot to take his key as usual. I walked downstairs to push the key through the letter box to him. I could tell that the figure was not his, making sure that I was decent by gripping the edges of the robe together I looked through the side window and confirmed that it was my hubby to be. I opened the door complaining that he was way too early and that I hadn’t had my bath yet. I made him a cuppa and sat him down downstairs and went for my bath.

I just got nicely in, laying back with my cup of tea in my hand when I heard the bathroom door lock click as they do when you don’t quite get them shut properly. I twitched as I

turn instinctively but stopped myself. Then I felt the light draft on my neck and heard the silent noise of the door passing through the air. “Hello” hubby to be said looking down on my full nakedness. I couldn’t flinch to cover myself with the cuppa in my hand or I would have scalded my essentials. So I slowly put it down on the side and covered

my breasts and black pubic hair. “Oh! the clouds have turned out again” he said. I looked up and smiled. “Get out whilst I soak” I said. “Okay” he said and turned and left. I meant for him to get out and close the door. Instead I heard moving near the door then heard his

voice. From its sound I deduced that he was sat on the landing back up against the hinged side of the door. He began, “How was your day?” and we started into conversation. I wasn’t uncomfortable at his presence nor fearful or anything, just, still at that stage I preferred to soak alone. It took a bit before I realised he wasn’t going to try and

sneak another peek so I uncovered and picked up my cup.

Our conversation continued and once I had finished my tea, I could hear him slurp his, I began to wash and he began with the “Do you want help with your back madam?” routine. I declined his offers.

Once I had done and finished with my hair I interrupted his chosen topic his new car that he couldn’t afford to buy by saying, “You’ll have to go now I need to get out and dry”.

“Oh don’t mind me?” he said as one of those query questions he can ask. “I do mind. Please go!” I said. “Okay” he said and I could hear him stand and then silence for a few

seconds. “Could you close the door please” I said. No movement. No sound. “Close the door. I’m not getting out until you do!” Still nothing I lay for another few seconds before looking over the side of the bath and back expecting to see him stood there. No, just the open door. I would have thrown something very soft and wet at him if he had been.

I climbed out of the bath and reached for the edge of the open door to push it to with sufficient force that it closed locked. It was then that I noticed he’d done it. No robe on the back of the door and what was worse no towel. “I need a towel and my robe” I called out. No reply. “NOW!” I called. No reply.

“Please…..” I called rather pleading and sounding like a little girl about to embark on a tantrum.

“If you really promise to do something for me, I’ll give you your towel” he said. “Yes, okay” I said. “No you must really promise that if I give you your towel, you will do what I ask”

“Yes” I said. “No sorry, I’m still not convinced” he said.

“Look give me the towel” I snapped. “Oh well if you are going to be like that, you’ll have to drip dry” he said. “Oh look, if I don’t get dry properly and do my hair its going to be a mess” I said. “Well promise truly and I will give you your towel’ he said. “Ok, I promise” I said. “Promise what?” he said. “I’ll do anything (then to empathise my willingness)

anything to get my towel back” I said.

Silence. “Okay” he said. There was a long pause. “Open the door and stand in the middle so I can see” he said. “So that’s it is it” I said. “No!” he replied slyly, “That’s not the promise that’s just the only way I’m going to give you back the towel”. I was desperate now to get the towel. But I was also excited too. I was beginning to like to show him my body.

When I say like, I mean, I’d gotten to the stage in the relationship where I had gotten over that initial shyness to the point of that lovely feeling you get when a men is interested

in looking at you.

I opened the door and stood back covering. He stepped into the door way and looked at my naked body. Arms over breasts and hand covering my pubes best I could. He held out the towel, just out of reach so I had no choice but to lower my arm from around my breasts and reach which put me off balance causing be to stumble forward having to uncover my pubes and step to prevent the unbalance growing to a fall. He smiled at the sight, I smiled and pushed the door shut and then wrapped myself in the towel.

 I dried and opened the door towel wrapped around me.“Follow me” he said and led off to the edge of the stairs before turning back to look at me. “Come on then your going for a little walk”. I walked to where he was then followed him slowly down the stairs. He bounded down I was taking every step cautiously. I was now about the stairs down and

could see the whole front door. Although I was sure no one could see in, I was convinced I was thoroughly exposed. I continued down making sure I kept one hand on the point

where the towel was tucked in on itself. At the bottom in the bright light of day light cascading around the closed front door through the side glass panels I felt I was on display to the world.

Hubby had moved to the kitchen door. I couldn’t believe that he wanted me to follow but he did beckoning me with his finger. I moved forward and stopped at the doorway. “Come

on in” he said. “I can’t I’ll be too exposed” I said. “You did promise” he said. “That’s it, I just have to come into the kitchen” I said. “No but you can’t do what I have in mind

unless you do”. I peered around the door into the kitchen. It was very bright having two large windows. One straight ahead from the door and slightly off to the left and the second

on the left side world over the sink looking out onto the drive.

I stepped in and very carefully approached the side window. I peered through before I quickly dashed past. The window straight ahead was overlooked by two houses which back

onto my parents house. I was sure that they could only see to the sink and farthest left. So I would be hidden from their view.

“So what now” I asked. He turned and put his hand on the back door key which was in the lock and turned it. He opened the door and pulled it really wide. “I want you to step out on

to the step and count to your age” he said. I was just flabbergasted. “Like this?” I said. “No, of course not. Naked” he said. “No way in your dreams buster” I said. He just smiled. “You promised and you know I will really love you later tonight when we get back”. To this day I don’t know why I did it but stood there all terrified and electric I loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor making sure that I covered myself as I did.

Now covering what I could I stepped towards the open door. I was thinking as I went. I realised that if I stood face out I would present the neighbours with a clear identity. Didn’t

fancy that. If I stood backside out everyone would get to see my bum. Covering it and uncovering my other essentials was not a option since hubby would see everything. So I gingerly stepped out and turn to show off bottom and began to count.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 I counted and stepped back in. All during the count I kept my eyes fixed on hubby who had a really manic grin on his face. My body was shaking and I was desperate for the loo. Once back inside before I could reach the discard towel hubby had spirited it away. My only recourse now was to bolt like hell naked through the house to my room.