CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC.
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My mind kept churning while the rough rhythm of the washing machine banged on down the hall. Between the two distractions, it took me some time to fall asleep. And when I slept it was shallow, every noise snapping me awake in the dread -- no, let's be honest -- hope that someone was coming in. Without realizing how much time had passed, it became aware of the morning sun, and gave up trying to sleep. What was running through my mind and coursing through my veins was that the girls would be getting up soon.
I lay there, trying not to move, keenly grasping for any sound in the cabin. I lay on my belly, my body contorted as though I had one foot on a stool, and was reaching for something above me with my hand. I'd carefully pulled the sheet so that it stretched down inside my body, as though it was a vine I was climbing, and draped across my face allowing me a sliver of sight while providing me with the belief that they wouldn't know I was awake if they looked at me. I was hoping one of the girls might be planning such a visit. I was wrong.
Time stretched on for a few hours, and then I heard the crack of a door followed by a quiet yawn and shuffling feet. I tried not to move, despite the entire back of my body bare to the unknown visitor, forcing myself to breathe deeply and rhythmically. I heard the muffled footsteps carry someone into the living room and stop abruptly. It was likely only seconds, yet seemed liked hours, before I heard the feet move again, coming toward my bed rather than away toward the kitchen. My cock, again, began to grow -- the realization coming to me only as it throbbed suddenly against my belly.
Shadows crossed my narrow line of vision, and I saw the flesh of naked thighs in front of me. I could see nothing else, but waited patiently as she stood there. I could hear her gentle breathing as she stood a few feet away from me looking down. I decided to shift my position, stretching out my top leg, and pulling the sheets more taught; in doing so, my cock, hard as a rock this morning, sprang free, sliding upward toward my right flank, exposed to my audience between the taught sheet and my torso. I heard the intake of a breath and then nothing. I think we were both holding our breath.
I shifted again regaining some modesty, and allowing myself to draw in a gasp after holding my breath too long. A few seconds later I heard feet shuffling away from the bed and back toward one of the bedrooms. I might not ever know which of the women it was.
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I must have dozed off wondering, for I awoke to the sound of voices in the kitchen. I was on my back, the sheet covering most of my body, though twisted around one leg. I tried not to move as I figured out who was in the kitchen. It was Sarah and Karin, and I was able to make out parts of their whispered conversation.
"He's out like a light, we can talk here -- what's going on Karin?"
"Ondrea came into my room last night before I fell asleep. She is claiming..."
"What!? What could be so bad?"
"That I said I'd be naked all day today. I only meant I'd not wear any underwear again."
"WHAT?"
"You know about our bet, right? That If I didn't wear underwear at all yesterday, I could pick the clothes Ondrea wore today."
