I awakened sometime later, the room was still dark and there was no alarm clock in here so I didn't know what time it was. I figured it was still early morning or... I had slept the whole day through and it was evening again.
I sat up and groaned, stretching my arms to work out the kinks. I don't think I moved once while I slept. I turned on the bedside lamp and looked at my watch on the dresser. It was five thirty in the morning. I groaned, why on earth was I up this early!? Still groggy with sleep it took me a while to remember the time difference and that were I came from it was nine thirty in the morning. My body clock was still a little haywire.
Digging in my suitcase, I pulled out one of my stretch lace chemises and a pair of matching high cut hipster panties. Dragging them on, I rose and stretched again. My mouth felt dry and gritty, I needed another glass of water. Opening my door I wandered down the hall and into the kitchen. I came to a surprised halt as I spied once again Mr P standing at the kitchen sink in his briefs, having a drink.
"We need to stop meeting like this..." I said groggily, making Mr P jump in fright, spilling his drink down the front of himself.
He coughed hard, having inhaled some of his water. When his coughing fit had passed he swore, "Shit Erika, you scared the living crap outta me."
His fright had brought me a little more awake, although I was still tired. "Sorry Mr P," I mumbled walking over and offering him the towel he had offered to me earlier. "I really didn't mean to scare you. I thought you'd heard me coming." He'd stopped moving, stopped talking, maybe even stopped breathing, he'd gone so quiet. "Are you all right Mr P?" I asked concerned, coming wider awake again. "You look a bit tense, what's wrong?"
He coughed again and managed to say, "Nothing," though his voice sounded rushed.
I reached over to the dish rack again and retrieved the glass, my nipple unintentionally brushing against his forearm as I did. Instantly I felt a tingle spread across the skin of my chest, emanating from the point of contact. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and the part of my brain that had been vainly trying to wake me up properly finally came through. Instantly I was wide awake and aware of what had happened. How my body was reacting to this man again.
I heard a little frustrated growl and then he spoke. "You know Erika, you really shouldn't walk around like that, a guy might get the wrong impression." He stood a mere foot away from me, his voice was rough and raspy and it sent a shiver up my spine. I was fully awake now and he'd just given me a brilliant opening. I could do one of two things from this point. I could chicken out and slink back to my room. Or I could take the bait and push this further towards what I wanted, and let's face it; I really wanted this man to fuck me stupid.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake." I apologised, taking a big swig from my glass, my hands shook so much that I spilled my water again and it soaked the front of my lace chemise, making it even more see through.
Putting down the glass before I
drowned
myself, I brushed the water off my chest. The pale white lace had turned translucent showing off the discs of my large areolas to perfection and my puckered nipples strained against the fabric. I could feel the water trickling down my stomach and into the top of my panties and I knew before long they too would be transparent and showing of the neat little triangle of hair I kept almost fanatically trimmed. My waxed pussy had begun to moisten at the feel of the cool water running along my skin and down towards my hot wet lips, and I let out a tiny groan. Realising what I had done; I tried to cover, "God, I'm suck a klutz!" I complained lamely.
Mr P hadn't said a word, he just stood there looking at me. His eyes roamed all over my body, staring at my chest and travelling down to openly admire the effect the water was having on my panties. The quality of light was growing slowly but steadily brighter, and in that half-light I could clearly see the outline of his cock and I thought that it too was steadily growing. I kept sneaking peeks from beneath lowered lashes. I was so nervous. What the hell was I doing? This had the potential to be disastrous. But I didn't move, I just stood there knowing what he was looking at, what he could see.
Eventually his eyes came back to my face, his deep brown penetrating stare snared me and I saw a glint in his eye. Looking back maybe I should have taken keener note of that look but at that moment my self-preservation instincts were on hold.
I had the nervous habit of fiddling with my hair when faced with an unsettling situation and I twirled a lock of my hair around my finger unconsciously now due to my current state.
"Erika..." He said; his voice intoxicatingly low, deep and rough, I felt my insides quiver. "You are either the clumsiest girl I know, or..." His words trailed off suggestively.
"Or?" I queried like some mindless fool glancing up at him with big eyes.
He gave me a crooked smile, sly and calculating. "Or," he said, "you did that on purpose didn't you." He had managed to turn a statement into a question without it really being a question. Anyway, he didn't wait for my reply. "Hmm yes, I think that's it isn't it? You come across all nervous and flighty, but really you're just putting on a little show for my benefit aren't you?"
"I... what? No..." I stammered when faced with an accusation that wasn't entirely wrong, trying my hardest to deny the truth of the matter. My nipples tightened further as I noted the gleam in his eye, I sensed that he was enjoying my discomfit, that he enjoyed watching me squirm under his gaze.
