Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Marcy Fortune's Bath It had been a long hard week, so a long hot bath was going to feel so good. Marcy started the water running. She looked around happily. Her bathroom was big and beautiful and comfortable. It was the perfect atmosphere for relaxation. She stood up and slipped off her robe, unaware that she was being watched. Outside Ricky and Adam chuckled quietly. Marcy thought that her windows were safe from view because they were high up. She just didn't expect any mischievous neighbors to carry a pair of ladders over. Her body was fantastic in just her panties. It was a statuesque masterpiece with fabulous legs, well toned tummy, great firm just above medium tits with just very slightly puffy nipples. Ever her ams were lovely for any man who might notice that. Ricky and Adam had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time and they were finally getting to see their neighbor's gorgeous body. They were enthralled, just watching her sit there and wait for the tub to fill. She checked the water every so often as two pairs of happy eyes took in the sight of her nearly naked body. Once she was ready, she stood up and hooked her fingers in her panties. Ricky and Adam both inhaled sharply in anticipation. The underwear rolled down slowly, baring that gorgeous bush bit by bit. It was the same chestnut brown as the hair on her head. It was thick, but trimmed kind of short. It had an imperfect triangle shape that was its own natural borders. The voyeurs smiled wider at that. While Marcy situated herself to sit down, they got a fairly good look at her perfect ass as well. In the warm water, Marcy relaxed and sighed. The water bubbled around her. She rested her head and shut her eyes. Then, almost at the exact moment of perfect interruption, the bathroom door opened. It was her boyfriend, Kurt, and his friend Leo. "Hey Marcy." "KURT! Get out! What are you doing?" She hadn't been dating him that long. They hadn't been intimate at all. "Your front door wasn't locked. I just wanted to know if -" "GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Leo was grinning ear to ear. "Looking good Marcy." "What? GET OUT! You can't be in here!" Neither Kurt nor Leo left. In fact, neither of them even looked away. They were openly leering at the beautiful, naked bather. On the other side of the window, Ricky and Adam were laughing. Leo came close to the tub for a good look. "Great tits, Marcy." "GET OUT!" In her panic, she stood up, looking around for cover. That wet, soapy, full frontal of view of her was great. Through the window though, Ricky and Adam had an equally wonderful view of her naked body from behind. Kurt was impossibly casual. "I came over to ask you - " He didn't get to finish. Marcy was shouting in shock and anger at him, "GET OUT, Kurt! Get out and take your friend with you!" "What's all the noise in here?" said her next door neighbor as he came in. "Mister Jenkins! Don't come in! I'm in the bathtub!" Mister Jenkin's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He had always admired his lovely neighbor's beauty, but he never thought he'd get to see so much of it. His eyes scanned up and down her great figure, legs, wet bush with a little bit of bubbles in it, that waist and belly, those tits! When he made eye contact with her, he didn't look away. His eyes unabashedly made the trek back down that naked body. Marcy moaned, then she demanded petulantly, "Everyone get out!" She grabbed a towel and held it over her body. As she glared around, she saw that not one of the three men in her bathroom had any intention of leaving. At that moment she could hear the laughter from outside. She turned, unintentionally giving a great view of her naked ass to the three men in the room. When she spotted Ricky and Adam, she shouted, "How long have you perverts been out there?" Kurt's friend, Leo, took advantage of the fact that she wasn't watching. He got the corner of that towel and snatched it away. SHRIEEK!! The voyeurs got a great view of her front side as she screamed and threw her arms over her tits. In that panic, she turned to the men in the room with her. All of them grinned as they made eye contact. Then all three pairs of eyes shot down to her uncovered muff. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" "What's going on in here?" said Gary, another neighbor. "NO! Noooo! Why is everyone in here?" "Whoa! Some kind of party?" "NO!" she screamed at this new intruder. "It isn't any kind of party! Get out! I'm naked! Everyone get out! Stop looking at me!" She turned around again, flailing her arms in anger, "Get away from my window! Stop laughing!" Turned as she was, Gary, the only person in the room who hadn't yet seen it, was enthralled by that gorgeous bare ass. Now, if you'll forgive the aside, as a writer, I'm worried that this situation is too simple and silly even for my most devoted readers. In the interest of fairness to my victim, I mean lead character, I want a show of hands. How many would like for Marcy's privacy to be restored? Well, that's easy to count. I'll keep going then. I think I'll have her postal carrier come in now. "Miss Fortune, I've got a package here that's too big for your mailbox HOLY TITS!" Needless to say, Marcy shrieked again. Yet another man was there in her bathroom as though it were public property. "What are you doing in here?" "Your door was open," the mailman said happily. His wide eyes roamed over her wet and naked body. "I'll just set this here." He had delivered the package, but it was clear that he was in no hurry to go. "Get Out, Get Out, GET OUT!!! OOoooH! Why is this happening to me? Everyone get away! Stop looking at me!" She dropped back into her bath water and gathered as much of the considerable suds as she could. It wasn't the ideal protection, but it was better than total nudity. The thick foam covered her essentials and quite a bit besides, but none of her oglers were dismayed. She looked fabulous. "Man that's hot." "Oh, soapy and naked." "Is it weird for me to say that I like bubble baths too?" "Yes it is, shut up and enjoy the view." "NO! Don't enjoy the view! Why won't you leave?" Why? Because, living in the demented imagination of a perverted writer is an unfortunate thing for any attractive woman. Making it worse, a man with a toolbox entered, "I know I'm a little early. I hope that's okay." "What! Not another one! You can't come in here!" The plumber acted as though he were unaffected by the nudity, but Marcy noticed that his eyes were on her more than they were anywhere else. "You called to have the faucet repaired. Don't tell me you forgot. I'll get right to it." He set down his tool box next to the sink and took several seconds of staring at the soapy naked lady. "You can't work now! Get out!" "You got all these other people here. What are you afraid of?" "They can't be here either!" It was terrible. She was too afraid to try to leave her tub, but there were five men in her bathroom and two voyeurs at her window. Speaking of those two, Ricky and Adam liked the suds, but they wanted to see her skin again. They brought her hose over to that window. It sprayed in, washing away that little bit of sexy protection while she yelped at the cold and shock of the water. Everyone was laughing at the prank while Marcy tried to hold her hands in the way of the spraying water. When it finally stopped, she was enraged. That faded in an instant when the plumber complimented her. "Great tits, lady." She blushed and trembled again, her hands moving over her nakedness without remaining in any essential spot for cover. Any real instinct she might have had to protect her modesty was failing her. She saw the plumber set his tool box down to get to work. Kurt, Leo, Mr. Jenkins and the postman all had found comfortable places to sit or lean against walls to keep watching. Marcy wanted more than anything to escape, but that would mean getting out of the tub and walking past them all. She just couldn't bring herself to do that. She fumbled around the wall to grab a towel while everyone watched her wonderful ass. All she could really reach was a washcloth, which she held territorially over her beaver. Whatever it was she was thinking of saying or doing, it was lost in the next instant. Her eyes widened again in surprise and horror as yet another male voice sounded at her bathroom door. "Does anyone here own that red car outside?" "AAAAH!" She panicked for a second, but then she realized that this was a police officer. He would make everyone leave! "I do! I own it, but I'm trapped in my bathroom." The cop's lack of expression was phenomenal. If it weren't for his sunglasses being aimed solely at the naked woman in the room, then no one would have thought him affected at all. "I'm afraid you've got it parked illegally." "This is my own house!" "But it's not pulled all the way in the drive." "You're joking! I'm standing here naked, and you're ticketing me?" "Ma'am, I'll need you to sign this." "But, but, but, but, but..." "Great butt!" Adam shouted from the window. That made Marcy turn around again. The officer could only agree now that he too could see her lovely derrierre. "Ma'am, sign the ticket please." Marcy was dumbfounded by the impossibility of it all. She did as she was told, taking the pen that was offered. Since she had to take the ticket pad, she had to use both hands, dropping the little washcloth. Mister Jenkins complimented her, "Gorgeous bush, Marcy. It's just about perfect really." "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't look at me you perverts!" She scrawled her signature as fast as she could. She was desperate to get the washcloth back since so many eyes were trained on her beaver. The officer moved as slow as he could to get it back. Then Marcy darted her hand down into the water to reclaim that little piece of cover. "Now make everyone leave!" "I probably should," the officer said. "Why are so many people here anyway?" He got several answers all at once. Everyone could tell that he was going to keep this up as long as he could. Marcy let out a little whimper of indignation, but apart from that, the room was all smiles. "One at a time. You, sir." "I'm just with Kurt. He's her boyfriend." "Not anymore!" Marcy demanded. "I'm sorry for your loss sir," the officer said. Kurt shrugged, "I guess I'd better take this in for as long as I can then." He blatantly kept staring at Marcy while he spoke. "We had plans for this weekend that I wanted to talk about. I guess my weekend's free now." The cop turned to Mister Jenkins who explained he was her neighbor, and that he found the front door open. Before any one else could talk though, Marcy got three more visitors. She shouted at them, "Tom! Perry! Martin! What are you doing here?" The officer glanced at them only for a moment before ogling the unfortunate woman again. "You know Miss Fortune?" "We work with her," Tom said with a shocked smile. "Marcy what are you doing here?" "I just want to take a bath! No one will leave! Stop looking at me!" All three of her coworkers managed to get close enough for a real good look. "You should see the bush under that washcloth," Kurt said. "Why don't we?" Leo said as he managed to finally grab it away from her. He'd been waiting for her to ignore him just long enough. Like the towel before it, the little washcloth was pulled out of her grip, and she was totally bared again. Marcy screamed in indignation. Tom, Perry and Martin all murmured in approval. Marcy was completely mortified. She was stark naked and surrounded by smiling faces. There were just so many eyes on her! She would panic with little mutters and whimpers before letting out screams or shrieks of embarrassment. No one moved out, no one looked away. She kept turning one way and another, but there was no escape, not even when she turned to the wall where two leering faces stared from the window. Over the next few minutes people kept coming in as though there were invitations. Two more neighbors, her boss and a random group of tourists from a bus that broke down a block or so away. These last were the worst since many of them had cameras and were not discreet at all about using them. "Turn this way!" "Let us get a shot of your ass!" "Oh yeah, pout, baby!" Her bathroom wasn't even big enough for everyone, so all of her admirers were constantly moving about to allow one another to come in and get a good look. The only ones immune to the shifting crowd were the cop who was "maintaining order" and the plumber who was doing very little work by then, but stayed just busy enough. After three of the camera wielding tourists made a sweep through, getting more nude shots of her, Marcy thought it couldn't get any worse. She was wrong. There was one more impossible humiliation set to arrive before I would let her off the hook. Marcy's eyes opened huge in amazement at the impossible intrusion. "NO! GET OUT! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" It was a television news crew. Everyone was making way for them at the police officer's urging. Standing right in front of her bath, but not in the way of her wonderful nudity it started, "This is Rodney Remington reporting live from the bathroom of Marcy Fortune, where she is bathing naked and surrounded by improbable voyeurs." "GET OUT!" Marcy looked down at herself as though to check that she was still naked. She squirmed, but she still didn't seem to have sense enough to put her hands over her exposure for more than a moment or two at a time. Then it hit her, "Did you say live?" "That's right, live." "So hundreds of people are seeing me naked right now?" "More like thousands, yes." Then, turning back to the camera the seemingly unaffected reporter said, "As you can see, this unfortunate woman is fully nude and seemingly helpless to do anything about all the men crowding in to get a good look. Barry, if you could get a few closeups." "What? NO!" The smiling cameraman did as he was told though, zooming in on her lovely, mortified face. He panned down over her body, making certain to pause a few moments for her breasts, then her bush. He suggested, "If you could turn around miss, so that our viewers could see your ass?" "Turn that off! Get out! Get out! Get out!" From the window, Ricky and Adam shouted, "She's not as wet as she was since she's been standing up the whole time." Marcy turned to shout back at the window peepers, which was exactly what they wanted. It wasn't until the cameraman had gotten footage of her nakedness from behind, both full body and close up of her fabulous derrierre, that Marcy realized how she had been tricked. She spun back around, her angry glare wonderfully framed in innumerable television sets. "How can I be that foolish!" It's just the price she pays for being a character in a Captain Quixote story. She remained naked and displayed for a happy mob of men and for innumerable television sets for a further ten minutes or so as that news crew reported on varying details, such as the temperature of her bathwater, her choice of bath products, the number of uninvited guests, the color of the towels that were out of her reach, the color of her magnificent bush and so on. She was asked varying questions as though it were an interview. "What are your feelings about your current situation?" "How did you manage to leave your door unlocked?" "Which of your oglers has embarrassed you the most?" To each question Marcy fumed silently, demanded that they leave, or let out yet another sound of her tormented humiliation. She was thrilled, though no less embarrassed, when the reporter finally turned to the camera and said, "Again, this is Rodney Remington reporting live from Marcy's bathroom. Back to you, Dave." While Marcy tried to contain her panicked breathing. The police officer finally ushered everyone out of Marcy's house. "Your faucet's fixed, miss." "Thanks for the show!" "See you at the office tomorrow, Marcy!" All she could do was wait until she was alone to grab a towel and try to recover.