Chapter 4: Discovered
Wednesday dawned in a quiet Grey blanket. James awoke slowly, longing for a little more sleep. He hugged the pillow to him and closed his eyes against the light. His hand on the plump pillow reminded him of his hostess, the lovely, round, soft, firm bosomy Valerie.
Suddenly he was wide-awake. The events of the previous night sprang into his consciousness, her panties, left crumpled and loaded with his cum on the sink. The sound of her husband's moans as she pleasured him, pressed him between the enfolding softness of her breasts until he came with a loud moan, spurting his sperm hot and thick and heavy on the flat above her round perfect breasts. His mind came back to how it had made him feel separated from this pleasure just by the thickness of the door, driven to a huge wave of envy. Driven also to bring himself to orgasm with her panties clutched around his cock.
He thought ruefully of whether he would be able to face her without letting her know all this, or would it be immediately obvious at Breakfast? Guilt written over his face in huge red letters? Or would it just slip by unnoticed? One way to find out he thought, springing bolt upright in bed, ready to face the world. Again this morning he could smell breakfast on the stove.
As he shaved before the mirror, it came to him. Her tights were hung freshly washed in the bathroom, but the panties were missing. He turned slowly, looking carefully around the bathroom, in the widow sill , not in the tub, on the floor, in the hamper. NO... No, they were simply not there. What could be the explanation? He searched for a logical reason, hoping to avoid the obvious that he had been caught! But, no, in the end it was the only conclusion. He thought about that rather embarrassing aspect of it.
After thinking about it, he decided, 'forget it, you've certainly survived a hell of a lot worse problems than, this, been in more embarrassing situations, done dumber things. What the hell. Let's go face the music.'
He bounded down the steps with enthusiasm and came into the kitchen as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Valerie, the lovely Valerie, how are you this fine morning, my British beauty? Fine day again, eh? British sunshine, again, though, in a steady drizzle?"
"Good morning, JAMES! I'm fine and how is my American cousin, then! Fit? Sleep as well, again did you?"
"Hmmmmm," he thought, "does she suspect him of listening? Hard to tell."
"You'll have to forgive my leaving things in the bathroom, I keep forgetting my undies. Hope they're not in you way" she smiled archly. It was the first time he realized what they meant in the books when they referred to "smiling archly."
Well, he thought, I've surely been caught. Still, she seemed to be amused, perhaps even slightly titillated about him and his discomfort. "Oh, not at all, Valerie. I can't pretend not to notice, can I?" He smiled. "So pretty and colorful. Kind of decorative, I thought!!" He stared boldly back at her.
