Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Have you ever considered moving out of the city?” I asked.
“I guess I always figured that living in a walkable city was the best bet for me, since I don’t have a car anymore. And maybe, partly, I was worried that if I moved out this way, I’d become even more isolated. Even though I don’t actually have any social life to speak of.”
“It’s something to consider. I know you’re trying to save your money, but if a car is an issue, you could get one.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “It would be nice to have a yard for Frida, so she can be outside more. Maybe get desensitized to more things in the environment.”
“It’s nice out this way. Quiet. But still close enough to shit that you don’t feel disconnected completely. Just something to keep in mind if you decide moving back into your apartment isn’t ideal,” I said as I filled Frida’s bowl with some fresh water.
“Hey, do you mind if I take a quick shower in here?” I asked, walking in as she picked out some of the pajamas I’d grabbed for her—a tank and shorts with little strawberries all over them—. “There’s something wrong with the water pressure in the hall bath. It barely dribbles out of the tap.”
“It’s your house,” she said, shaking her head at me like it was silly I was asking.
I grabbed some sleep pants out of the dresser, then made my way in.
Did I leave the door just ever so slightly cracked to “let out the steam?” Yeah, I did.
Did I hope she might try to catch a peek? Also, yes.
But I had no idea if she actually did so as I stripped, then climbed into the water.
It was probably insanely inappropriate, but I couldn’t reason with my cock as it went to full mast, as the need for release became an unbearable ache.
I washed quickly, too impatient to linger.
Then, reaching down, I started to stroke myself, vision flashing to images of Siana’s hand in her panties, working herself, her little moans filling my ears as she drove herself up.
I was really slipping into the memory when the door suddenly burst open, and Frida came rushing in, tail swishing side to side.
“Frida!” Siana hissed, trying to keep her voice low. “Frida, get out of there,” she called, voice getting closer. “Frida, come on. Come!”
“I’m sorry!” she added, this time addressing me, and my gaze lifted to find her hand covering her eyes. “I’m just gonna grab her,” she said.
“Okay, baby,” I said, wondering if she heard the thickness in my voice, the way desire had dropped my pitch down.
It was questionably inappropriate to jerk off with her in the other room. It was definitely not appropriate the way my hand kept sliding up and down my cock as she grabbed the stubborn Frida, and started to push her out of the room.
The thing was… because she was trying not to look, she couldn’t see where she was going.
And she whacked herself into the door as Frida finally moved out into the bedroom.
Then as she stumbled back, trying to right herself, she dropped her hand from her eyes. And for just a split second, she seemed to forget why she was trying not to look.
The problem was, her gaze shot right up in my direction.
And there wasn’t nearly enough steam in the bathroom to obscure my form yet.
So she saw me standing there, with my hand wrapped around my cock.
The water was splashing down on the floor, but I swear I could still hear the way her breath sucked in. And I damn sure watched as her lips parted, as her lids went heavy.
Did my hand work down my length as she looked?
Yeah, yeah it did.
“I’m so sorry,” she hissed, trying to sidestep out toward the door.
“Stay,” I invited, watching as her head snapped back up, looking at me. I didn’t imagine the way her gaze went to my cock quickly before it moved back up. “You can stay,” I added, starting to stroke myself again.
She could leave if she wanted to.
I almost expected her to.
But the second I started working myself again, she seemed transfixed, her eyes watching, her breath coming more quickly and shallow.
It had been hot as fuck just having her on the video call. This, though? This was another fucking level.
I got lost in the moment, the sensations, her rapt attention. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t fight it anymore, and I was coming with a groan that had Siana sucking in a breath again.
The water ran over me for another moment before I cut it off, and started to climb out of the niche, water cascading down my body, soaking the bath mat, but I didn’t reach for a towel.
I was too focused on her, on her heated cheeks and her quick breathing.