Chapter 3- Little Rose Cherry pt 3
Rosa couldn't believe it!
She wasn't sure if it was good luck or bad, but standing in front of her was the young man that had not even an hour ago had his hands all in her pants and up inside her!
It took her a minute to process her feelings before she said, "Well I guess we can skip the introductions then!"
"Sure," he agreed with an affable nod.
Beckoning him in, she gave him the tour of the house. Showed him her back door. Guided him to his room. Then they got to work, and thank god he seemed to know what he was doing!
By the time they went to bed she was pleasantly tired. She was thankful and happy that Harper was there. He was so calm, even when she was angry, moody, or when she snapped or yelled at him. He just quietly took the brunt of her temper and tried to not repeat whatever set her off. Plus she somehow felt more safe now that he was around.
Closing her bedroom door after saying her goodnight there was just enough light to make out the silhouettes of her furniture and bed. Shucking off her pants, she kicked them to a corner and then peeled off her shirt. She very rarely wore a bra. She was so petite that she had to by junior sizes, and there never was anything sexy or adult. She had had a couple that looked like frilly cotton sport bras but that was about it. As for panties, she liked thongs or g-strings. The less material the better. It made her feel sexy.
Today though, she had decided to not wear any at all. Sometimes she liked that, it made her feel risqué and naughty. However, the reason she cut out her pant's pockets was because she hated the way the material rubbed against her thighs, and they left a horrible outline.
With a sigh she walked over to her window and stood there completely naked as she looked out over her yard. She could still feel Harper's hand caressing her lower belly and his fingers combing through her pubes. Using her own hand she followed the same path that his took as her finger divided her pussy and slipped into her hot wet embrace.
When her belly started warming up and her cunt was a tingling furnace, her breathing caught and she turned away from the window. Walking across the room she left and went to the bathroom. Despite the darkness she knew her house by heart and had no problem navigating her way to the toilet.
Sitting down, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and forgot where she was when she placed her hands on her breasts and imagined them to be Harpers. Sighing contentedly she moved a hand down her chest, following the thick trail of transparent hair down her abdomen to her navel and splayed her nails across her lower belly as she dragged them down to her pubes.
She raked her nails through her small square patch of hair, and then moved further down dragging her nails across her soft denuded pussy-lips. This time she tickled and teased her outer labia until she felt the cool lubrication wet her pussy as a bead of viscous liquid gathered on her perineum. Before it could dribble down the inner valley of her ass cheeks, she pushed her two middle fingers into the cool bead of lubricant and thrust deep inside her vagina.
She sighed in delight and wiggled her fingers around feeling her soft wet insides. Her vaginal mouth tightened around her fingers while her quivering walls hugged like a form fitted sleeve. Pressing her palm into her clit, she whisked her fingers and then withdrew to scrape her nails up her vulva until she reached her clitoris.
Spreading her thighs further apart, she lifted her legs and set her feet on the door frame as she scooted her ass to the very edge of the toilet and began rubbing her clit between her thumb and middle fingers...
She was a raging tempest of sexual delight!
Her breathing was becoming desperate. Her eyes were closed tight. Her mouth was partly open as she focused solely on the pleasure her fingers were creating...
The door knob to the bathroom jiggled, and she almost dismissed it. The door started opening, and her fingers came to a sudden halt. Her eyes snapped open, but she couldn't see a thing!
Hadn't she locked the door?
Maybe Harper would just go take a quick bath...
The door knob to the toilet jiggled, and her breath caught as she pushed herself back a few more inches onto the toilet seat. The door opened outward, and there was nothing. She saw nothing. It was pitch black!
She almost sighed in relief, but then she could feel Harper step into the small closet with her. She spread her knees as far as she could until her legs were shaking. If he decided to sit down and take a shit then she would be discovered. If he just stood there and pissed then she was going to be taking a golden shower tonight. But, at least she wouldn't be discovered masturbating to her imagination of the boy standing over her right now!
She felt him lean in as air moved across her pussy-lips when his fingers slapped the end of the toilet. She tried to adjust her feet, but her thighs were shaking so badly she thought they might fall. Then everything grew quiet, and he didn't start pissing on her. Instead, she heard him let out a small moan, and then she could hear his balls slapping the back of his hand as he masturbated. She knew he was right there, but she couldn't resist. She pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts with her left hand, and she set her right to delving her pussy and fiddling her clit. As Harper's climax built, so did hers...
She worked that glowing ball of pure sexual joy back into a raging fire until she had to use her left hand to cover her mouth lest she moan in delight. Her orgasm exploded through her body like a firebomb that set her thighs to shuddering until she nearly gave herself away. Then she heard Harper inhale and hold his breath and then cum splattered across her belly!
The next shot hit her hand and pussy, and as she lifted her hand up to her mouth the third shot hit her right in her open mouth. The fourth hit her clit and slid down to her vagina before sliding down the walls of her pink honey pot. Once Harper's climax abated he stepped back and closed the door before he walked over, he stepped in, and sat down in the cool bath water.
Rosa wasn't sure what to do. Carefully, quietly, she put her feet down on the floor and sat on the toilet properly. Harper's cum tasted salty, and bitter, and it was so viscous that it seemed to cling to her mouth and teeth no matter how she swallowed. Hesitantly she ran her hands over her body and tried to wipe up as much cum as she could. She tried to pull out some toilet paper but it was too noisy. With no other alternative she started licking Harper's cum from her palm and swallowed it. The only cum she didn't find and clean up was what had made its way into her vagina.
Afterward she sat there, and sat there, and sat there. She couldn't leave until Harper left. As the night wore on she woke up suddenly when her shoulder and her head hit the wall. She panicked at first, but when Harper didn't come in and investigate she wondered if he was still in the bathroom.
Standing up, she shimmied as she tried to shake out the numbness and pins-and-needles out of her legs. As carefully and quietly as she could she opened the door and peeked outside.
It was still pitch black.
Opening the door further, she took a hesitant step out of the toilet closet and closed the door behind her. Looking over to the bath, she could hear Harper's slow breathing. He had fallen asleep. Turning around she opened the bathroom door and quietly left.
She was too tired for a bath, so she stumbled into her room and fell into her bed and went to sleep.
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The next morning I woke up with a start, and realized I had fallen asleep in the bath. It was still early but the sun was already up and shining in the large forty-eight by sixty-four inch window right beside the bathtub.
'Does she want every Dick and Jane walking by watching her and the tenants bathing,' I wondered as I looked out and scanned the surroundings before I stood up.
Finding the linens beneath the sink, I toweled off and let the water out of the tub. Once it was gone I refilled it, and then went to my room. Since I was awake, I went ahead and dressed and went down to the basement to investigate the electrical distribution center in the light of day.
As it turns out, it was still dark down there.
Walking out to my car I grabbed my tools and a headlamp and went back to work. By the time Rosa finally made her appearance I had the old power box nearly gutted.
"Good morning," I said as she walked up behind me.
"Good..." She started and then asked in alarm, "What are you doing!"
"I am removing this old piece of shit is what I'm doing," I answered, "I called my dad this morning. He's an architectural engineer. I told him what was going on and he agreed with me that all the new wiring you had installed is probably overloading the capacity of this old power box. Frankly, he was surprised the house hadn't burned down yet. The solution is upgrading the distribution center."
"I... I know," Rosa mumbled, "I had the upgrade figured into the remodel, but my asshole subcontractor skated with ninety-five percent of the allocated money and hasn't come back!"
"Yeah, that's probably because he isn't licensed to work on electrical," I answered as I nodded. It was a story My father had heard all too often, "That's one thing my dad did with all us boys, he took us as early as possible and got us licensed for plumbing and electrical and then he taught us everything he knew. He always said that we could go get as much education as we wanted, but if it all went to hell we could always build, fix, or maintain something."
"Sounds like a good dad," She replied.
"The best," I agreed, "Anyway, we'll need to go back to the electrical supply store and get everything we're going to need, and then it's going to take probably a couple more days to mount and rewire the box and then troubleshoot. So, it would probably be a good idea to rent a generator for the refrigerator before everything goes bad."
