She emerges from the bedroom.
She is so alluring.
It's happening again. It's like at the airport. Shit.
She is wearing those boots.
Her skirt has a slit which goes WAY up, presenting a whole lot of perfect thigh thrusting up out of her black lace up over the knee boot...oh god, the curve of her ass...if she sat just right, there was a whole lot more that was shown.
My pulse is elevated.
The white silk button up blouse with several buttons unbuttoned down from the top favored me with her amazing cleavage. She is wearing a white lace cup less bra, which teases me with that oh so hard nipple decorated by that oh so naughty nipple ring; pressing against the sheer fabric...
The rings on her slave collar sparkled as she strolls across the room.
She reclines into a seat and starts to talk to me.
It is fucking hard to concentrate on her words...my eyes just focused on her mouth. When her tongue would occasionally, lazily, lick her lips. I shudder in a very good way. Ah, memories. At that moment I bet I had the biggest shit house grin on my face in all of North America.
"Bob" she said, "BOB" she said. My eyes slip down to her tits.
"Oh BOB!! Up here big guy, my eyes are up here."
I look into her eyes. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Joel said to Ralph, "Damn, talk about whipped, he's screwed."
Ralph said, "And round 3 goes to the lady."
******
I shivered in the ice cold shower. I had jacked off twice (something I hadn't done since my college days). I was shivering so hard my cum was flying all over the place. I had to get control of myself. My teeth hurt, they have been chattering so long, so hard...fuck!
I start pulling my pud for all it's worth.
*******
I emerge.
I look like shit. I have two sweaters on. My dick hurts. I had applied some healing balm to it...that stung. But, I can look at her and not lose it.
It seems sometime during the 2 and a half hours I spent in that ice fuckin cold shower (what I wondered is if you can run out of hot water, shouldn't you not also be able to run out of cold water? I mean, that seems fair, doesn't it?) she and the guys had begun to talk.
I joined them.
Joel told me she knew her shit around computers, coding, hacking...she was one of the best he had ever seen, and Joel knew about hackers. Apparently they had been exploring upstairs.
She turned to me.
"Bob, look, we need to talk."
I sat down. She had a firm serious look about her.
"Bob, I really don't know what it is, I don't know why it is, I'm unclear about so much of it...but I do know, I need you."
She paused, looking me directly into both my eyes (how does she do that!??! I look in one of her eyes, then the other...how does she do that!?!?) It would normally be kinda creepy, but on her...yea, it's cute.
I felt myself slipping. I shake myself, grab the glass of ice water and take a slug. I look at her and nod for her to continue.
"It seems the ...ohhh...compulsion..." she said in a almost exasperated way. She seemed to be struggling for words. My heart went out to her.
"I, ...umm, my, how do I explain? Oh, ahh...I seem to have a driving desire for you, like you're my soul mate, the love of my life...and, I also feel like a drug addict searching for her next fix from you...and also it's like you are an antidote that keeps a deadly poison that I feel deep inside me, at bay. Bottom line, I need you...Bob...physically...I need you."
Joel says, "fuck"