We exited the shower and Mr P gently dried my body off, handing me a separate towel for my hair. I had quite a large lump on my skull, and it was still very tender. Instead of towelling my hair dry I simply wrapped it all up in the fluffy cloth and left it at that.
Making our way out of the bathroom, Mr P wrapped his towel around his waist and took my hand. I had thought perhaps he would let me pop into my room and grab some clothes to throw on, even if only a pair of panties and bra, but such was not the case. When he led me past my door I baulked, pulling to a stop in the hallway. "Mr P, I need to put some clothes on." I said dumbly.
He stopped and turned to me, a serious look in his eyes, "Why?" He asked.
Instantly my mind flashed on an image of a parent being faced with a curious child asking that incessant question whenever anything was said. "Ah," I stammered. "Because, I'm naked?" I tried my hardest not to let the incredulity I felt at the obvious seep through in my voice.
I evidently failed because Becky's father laughed. Genuinely amused, his rich, throaty chuckle echoed off the walls, before he sighed happily. "Mmm, yes you are."
I flushed with embarrassment and not a little annoyance, thinking that Mr P was making fun of me, but his next words dispelled such thoughts. His deep, sensuous voice stroked my body and my ego as surely as his hands could. "And so very beautiful a naked body it is too. It would be an indiscriminate crime to cover it up so soon. Do you remember what I said earlier? I enjoy looking at it entirely too much honey, I love seeing you naked."
I flushed in self-conscious pleasure at his words, colour creeping all the way from my navel up to my cheeks. My breasts glowed a deep rosy red and my nipples tightened all on their own.
"You see?" Mr P said as he ran a fingertip lightly over my collarbone and down along the rise of my breast, stopping to draw circles around my tightened nipple. "If you'd have been clothed, I wouldn't have been able to see this. And I like being able to see how your body reacts." He clasped my nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger and tugged on it a couple of times before gripping it lightly and shaking my breast up and down, making my flesh jiggle on my chest. My clit tingled immediately in response. He smiled.
He led me then, naked, past my room and into the kitchen. "Hungry?" He asked, like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I stood in the centre of the kitchen feeling exposed, feeling... well "naked!"
Self-consciously I rubbed my hands up and down along my arms while Mr P puttered around in the fridge and cupboards, grabbing this and that to throw together a snack. "We can't live on lust alone, the mind might be willing but the body definitely isn't." He said conversationally, as his stomach rumbled noisily. It was late afternoon by this time and food had been forgotten for the last sixteen hours.
I giggled inanely at the testament of his hunger, and in response heard my own stomach growl hungrily. I giggled again as Mr P smiled at me, his deep brown eyes taking in my whole body, devouring me with his eyes so much my body blushed again and my giggles subsided.
He stopped what he was doing and leaned against the counter, his eyes snaring me in their trap yet again. "Come here." He ordered.
His voice was soft... so soft, and I felt my whole being shifting towards him without thought. His eyes held mine captive until the very last second, until I felt his hands sliding in against my hips, holding me as he leant in to kiss me. My eyes fluttered, shattering the spell, and I closed them slowly as I offered up my lips to Mr P.
His kiss was sparing, light, teasing; so soft and lingering... and it took my breath away. Up until now it had been all animal lust and hot teasing, this ... this was soft, sensual, full of such passion I swooned, falling against his body, clinging to him for support.
As we parted from that amazing kiss, our breathing heavy even though the kiss had been so slow and gentle, I looked up into Mr P's soulful brown eyes and saw in them a tiny spark of something more growing in their depths. Something that both excited me and scared the living shit out of me. It was the promise of something new, something deeper, and far more life-changing. I think I swallowed a lump the size of a tennis ball from my throat as my mouth became parched and my palms grew sweaty. It was on the tip of my tongue to say... ready to burst past the censor of my brain. It was right on the tip of my tongue... but just as I was ready to speak it, both our heads shot up as our ears pricked, hearing a key turning in the lock of the front door.
My eyes flew wide in shock... as I realised, I was standing
naked
in the kitchen... as I realised that more than likely Becky was going to come through that door. I just about fainted from fear as I thought about running down the hall to hide away my naked body. Mr P being the more sensible one of us, quickly grabbed at my head, pulling the towel from my hair and wrapped it around me in a practiced flick. I was just tucking the end back into a fold, when Becky walked into the kitchen and froze.
Her eyes grew wide and then I saw the hurt and accusation that filled them as she stared at me. I felt like the worst friend in the world right then, lower than pond scum. I would have happily fallen at her feet and begged for her forgiveness, but as it was I didn't have a chance, as anger flashed in her eyes and she spun on her heel, heading for her room. I held my breath again feeling the sting of tears at the loss of our friendship.
"Wait here." Mr P's soft words brought me back to the present. I looked at him with brimming eyes and nodded. He left me standing in the kitchen as he made his way down the hall and into Becky's bedroom.
To begin with I heard nothing, standing in the kitchen, anxiously straining my ears in hopes that I might catch a stray word here and there. I thought, "Well at least they aren't yelling so it must be going all right," but then to my eternal dismay I began to hear an increase in the volume of their voices. The words were still low enough to be outside my range of hearing, but as the volume grew, they became clearer.
"... can't we all just sit down and talk about this like adults?" Mr P's voice drifted out to me.
"I don't want to sit down and talk about any of this... this... this, whatever it is!" Came Becky's angry reply.
