Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
As I passed by the door across the hallway from my own, I noticed that a soft yellow light was still on. I wondered if she was still awake, or if she’d just passed out before turning it off. Or if maybe she kept it on because she was in an unfamiliar house. Either way, when I turned off my light and got into bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, lying awake in the room.
I tried to go to sleep. I turned from side to side, trying to get comfortable. But all I could think about was her. I hadn’t felt that way in a long, long time. It was more than a general functionary need of release; it was personal. It was about her, specifically. It hadn’t felt like that in as long as I could remember. No woman had caught my eye and made me feel such an intense connection.
Sighing, I realized there was no escape. I closed my eyes and hooked my gym shorts with my thumbs, pushing them down and off and folding the blankets down past my feet. My cock was bulging, throbbing, and standing stiff. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly began stroking it, letting my mind wander to the woman in my house.
Again, my thoughts went to her in the shower, steam billowing around her as soapy water gathered on her nipples. I could almost feel her slick, tight body under my fingers as I envisioned her pushing the shower curtain aside and beckoning me in.
Our lips would lock together, and I would taste her, pressing her body against the pink tile of the shower. One leg would wrap around me, and my cock would brush against the heat of her pussy. She would gasp in my ear, and I would groan.
Her hips would reposition, and I would enter her, pressing deep inside her, causing her to reach out for something to hold. I would bury myself in her, increasing my speed until her body quivered and shook, her voice loud in my ears as she cried out. I would take her breasts into my mouth and suck on her nipples as I continued to pound into her.
Then, just as I was about to explode, she would drop to her knees and take me in her mouth. Her hand would stroke me onto her tongue, and I grasped at the sheets as the image in my mind, so crystal clear, coincided with the feeling I was giving myself. In my vision, I exploded, and she moaned as she took me deep in her throat. In reality, I came hard, making a mess of myself.
Reaching over to the dresser beside the bed, I opened up the top drawer and grabbed some tissues, cleaning myself up and tossing them in the waste basket below. Then, finally feeling a little bit of relief, I rolled over to fall asleep.
I woke up the next morning around my usual time. I was hoping that she wasn’t an early riser but considering how bad of a day she’d had the day before, it was possible she might sleep in for quite a while. I rolled out of bed and almost went out into the hall in nothing but my gym shorts. Stopping myself at the last moment, I went back to my dresser and found a pair of sweatpants and a clean T-shirt.
Taking a few tentative steps, I walked close, listening for any sound of her in the room before noticing that the door was cracked open. As I got close, I called out her name, but no one answered. I knocked softly, causing the door to push open and saw that the room was empty. The bed had been made and the towels she’d used in the shower were in a plastic bag at the door of the kitchen.
I smelled cinnamon from where I was and curiously went to the living room. A plate of cinnamon rolls was sitting on the coffee table, with a mug of coffee already brewed and waiting for me. It was still steaming. I must have just missed her.
A note was beside the plate and as I reached it, I sat down on the couch.
Thank you for your hospitality, the note read. You have been very sweet. Enjoy the treats, and I will see you around, neighbor! Thanks again!
8
ALLISON
It was an early start to the day for me. Not all that often was I up around sunrise, but after crashing just before nine, I got plenty of sleep and felt refreshed for once when I woke up. It was strange. Even though I was in an unfamiliar house with someone I didn’t know, I felt curiously comfortable there. Adding to that that I didn’t have to worry about my ex for the night, it gave me enough relief that I was able to enjoy feeling of a good shower, a tasty dinner, and comfortable pajamas.