This choice: The clothes on the bench; Easier to see me from there • Go Back...Chapter #5The clothes on the bench; Easier to see me from... by: Dawn   Deciding to climb up to the clothes, you nod your head enthusiastically to yourself, beginning your sprint across the cold white tiled floor. It may take a little long to get up to the basin, but it was probably safer that risking blending in with the white towels in which she would surely dry herself off with, it would probably squash you like a bug if she rubbed you up against her body between the towel unknowingly.
It ended up being easier to leg it across the smooth white tiles that it was to get across the carpet earlier on, and the long hand towel was just long enough for you to reach as it hung of the side of the basin, but it was nothing short of a long way up. This was going to be tough...
Giving your arms a slight stretch, you jump up onto the towel, which keeps it's grip on the basin with your not so notable weight pulling on it. With all of the fibers sticking out of the towel, there was plenty of grip for you to climb up. The key now was not to look down...
The vertical scale was difficult, but turned out to be quicker than you would have thought, pulling yourself up onto the edge of the tabletop after just a few minutes. Your body was worn out, though the adrenalin from the surprisingly exhilarating climb was pumping through you. In front of you; a pile of clothes sat beside the basin. A white girls sundress was the feature of the pile, it was plain in color but had some nice patterns stitched into the belly and chest. Of course at this time of year that wouldn't be enough to keep Stacy warm, hence the pair of black leggings folded up under it to keep her legs from freezing. Finally, there was a simple white jacket, thick enough to keep her warm by the looks of it. Somewhere in the pile there was sure to be a pair of panties, but you couldn't see them at the moment.
The shower suddenly turned off, the sound of 'pattering' water halting from inside the shower. You looked over to see the fogged glass door swinging open slowly, the young, clean Stacy stepping out to press her warm, steaming foot down on the cold tiles, making her body shiver slightly in response to the cold surface.
In almost an instant, you had climbed up onto her folded dress, gathering your balance on the cushion like surface and standing up right. At four inches tall, you should stand out at least a little bit if she's looking to her clothes when she reaches to pick them up. Before she could do that though, she absentmindedly reached to the towels on the rack opposite the shower, grabbing the closest one and instinctively unfolding it in her hands, not seeming all to focused on what she was doing. It was a good thing that you hadn't chose to go there, otherwise you would have been squashed against her hair as she rubs the towel against her head to dry off her hair. She proceeded to dry off the rest of her body in a quick manner, just wanting to get her clothes on so she could be warm again.
Stacy was only a year younger than you at her age of Eleven, honestly you have had a crush on her for a while now, but you never really thought that you would see her like this. And you didn't want to seem like a pervert or anything, but at this point you didn't want to look away, lest you miss your chance to try and wave her down and she doesn't save you.
After what seems like forever of anticipation, she finally hangs the towel back on the rack and turns to walk over to you. Her naked body stood over you as she approached you, giving you full view upon her bare form. Not that you were trying to focus on anything but her eyes as you begin to jump up and down again. The soft surface under you feet made bouncing difficult, but it didn't stop you from crying out her name-
"Stacy! Please!!" You call out desperately, waving your arms about.
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