I got up from my bed only wearing my black satin panties and started to pace about the room eyeing the door. My destination was just across the hall from me. There is no reason for me to be this nervous.
Today I came to stay here in California for a while since my cousin was getting married tomorrow (Valentine's Day how droll.) I was just restless tonight. I didn't have my suitcase full of clean clothes in my room. Instead, I had the suitcase of the groom-to-be. This stressed me since I had no clue what to do, how to brush my teeth, how to get ready for the following day.
I'll simply explain the mistake to that classic tall, dark, and handsome man. I closed my eyes tightly and fixed my mind on something other than how attractive he was. I did not even get a chance to know his first name. We all call him Kecho by nickname.
Taking a deep breath, I threw on my blue jean shorts and white shirt. I didn't really recall that I had no bra until I was outside of my room. The door closed behind me. I fumbled in my pockets for the card to open the door. Ugh, my luck once more. The key was in my purse…in my room. No turning back now.
I gave a firm knock on the door. It opened and I saw Kecho's surprised, yet sexy, face. Having on only his jean pants, his toned chest and stomach was a welcoming site. He leaned himself on the doorpost crossing one foot over the other. Kecho grinned and crossed his arms looking me up and down. I let Kecho observe me for I had nothing to hide. All right, well I had a lot to hide.
Even though I cleared my throat my voice shook, "You have my suitcase."
"I was wondering when you would notice," he said with his rich-toned voice.
I gulped and asked, "May I have it back?"
"Sure," he said nonchalantly, "it's right on the sofa."
"Err, can't you get it for me?"
"You're a big girl. What is wrong?" he began with a smirk. "Are you afraid I am going to bite?"
My body got a slight jolt of tingle. I rolled my eyes and swept past him. I searched the sofa, but could not find my case anywhere. I turned and saw Kecho not even a foot from me.
"I thought it was on the sofa," he remarked innocently. "Hmm."
"Never mind," I sighed, "I'll look tomorrow."
I began to leave but Kecho caught my hand, "What is your name?"
"You ask that now?"
"Well, there are too many cousins to remember. It would have looked suspicious if I had only asked for yours."
"Only mine?"
"I was only interested in yours."
I wondered if he could hear what he was saying. I doubt if I even heard correctly.
"Call me by my nickname, Wedda."
"What does that mean?"
"Little white girl," I immaturely stuck my tongue out at him.
I was the smallest in height compared to my cousins. I was taller than my aunts, but certainly shorter than Kecho. Kecho proved this to me further by walking to me while I backed up till my back hit the wall. I did not realize how turned on I was till the thump of my ass hitting the wall suddenly vibrated my pussy. No other place to go. He placed a cinnamon finger under my chin and lifted my head up so my eyes met his.
"Yeah, you are little."
"Oh, Kecho, I hope you know what you are doing to me."
Ooops! I said that out loud!!
He raised an eyebrow.
Keeping his innocence he whispered, "What am I doing to you Wedda?"
His hushed breath against my lips sent my skin to prickle, and my pussy to be wetted further. My breathing was short, and harsh now. Kecho's was still calm. He knew he had me. He knew I was powerless against him. Kecho's eyes began to close. We where but a hair's breathe away from one another's lips. I had to have him.
