Laura woke to complete darkness. She started panicking, until she realized that she was sprawled on top of Dalton. They were both laying on the kitchen floor. There was no moon tonight, and as no lights had been turned on, it was pitch black.
She lifted her head and looked around. There was only the green light emitting from the microwave. Dalton was still sleeping peacefully, and she gathered herself to make a dash for freedom. Then she checked herself. No way could she escape. Not only did she not have any clothes or any means of getting far, but she didn't even know where she would go once she stepped out the door.
She let her head drop back down to Dalton's chest in frustration. This was her chance, and she couldn't go anywhere. She wouldn't even know how to maneuver once outside.
Dalton probably knew this place like the back of his hand. She would have to be patient and wait for a better time. Maybe, she could get Dalton to give her a tour so she could make better plans. Damn... nature was calling again.
"Dalton," she whispered, shaking him wake.
"Huh? What?" he asked, disoriented.
"I need the bathroom," she replied. "But I don't know where it is up here, and it's too dark for me to find a light switch."
He sat up with her, and shook off the last dregs of sleep. Then found his way to the nearest switch and flipped on the lights.
"Aaahh!" screamed Laura. "Damn, these lights are bright!"
"Sorry," said Dalton, sheepishly.
He took her hand and led her down the hall, turning on lights, as he led her into the bedroom and into the master bath. Well, thought Laura, maybe if I can convince him to let me stay up here rather than taking me back to my prison, then I'll know I'm making headway with him. She had to learn as much as possible, in order to make any definite escape plan.
Dalton ran the bath while Laura used the toilet. It was no use getting embarrassed. He would just wait her out. They were both already naked, so once the water was ready, Dalton had her get in the tub while he answered nature's call. When he finished, he left the room, so Laura thought she would be able to enjoy the bath without his nerve-racking presence.
Unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived. He came back in with towels and laid them out, before joining her in the tub, sitting opposite her.
Not knowing what he was up to, she slowly continued washing herself, keeping an eye on him, in case he started something. Something swept down her cunt, and she was so surprised, she upended herself in the water. She splashed back up to the surface, to the sound of his full-blown laughter.
She just stared at him. It had been so long since she'd heard his laughter. The last few days had been too intense, to say the least. She gave him a mock scowl, splashing water at him.
He did it again, and she realized he had used his toes on her.
She tried to resist any kind of sexual feeling, and she tried to pretend it didn't affect her, but he used his big toe to rub her clit until her breathing came in pants. Then he slid the toe down until he found her pussy, open and waiting for him. When he slid his toe into her opening, it was all she could do to keep herself from humping his foot. When he'd had enough fun, his foot retreated.
"Wash me," he demanded.
Laura looked at him nervously.
"Come on, Laura," teased Dalton, "Don't tell me you've never washed a man before. With all this fucking we've done, you're nervous about washing me?"
Laura blushed and looked away.
"How is it, you're 28 years old, and you're experiencing many firsts with me?" asked Dalton quietly, reaching out and lifting her eyes to meet his.
"There hasn't been anyone who brought out such needs," responded Laura.
"But you have had sex since we were together," accused Dalton jealously. "You're even about to marry a man your parents deem worthy enough."
Laura sucked in a breath and jerked her chin out of his grasp.
"You know about Bryan too?! If I didn't know better, I'd say you're just a bit too obsessed! What do you care whom I marry?"
