“What?” I ask, having missed everything she just said.
“I said I need something to wear after my bath.” She props her hand on her hip and I blink while shaking my head, trying to figure out how to solve her problem.
“Yes. A shirt. I think I have one.”
“Ya think?” she says, and looks around my walk-in closet. It’s nearly the size of a room and everything is perfectly organized with shirts, jeans, suits, and anything else you can think of.
I walk over and grab a white undershirt, and then hand it to her. I try not to stare at her body while I do it, so I keep looking and then looking away.
“Thanks, Vanilla,” she says, and winks at me. She’s taunting me with her body and she knows it. I feel sweat break out on my forehead and then she turns to leave.
“Sweet God almighty,” I say as I watch her walk away. Rebecca has an ass like a Brazilian volleyball player’s. Big, lush, and bouncy. How had I not noticed this before? I guess her plain black work pants didn’t do her any favors.
I put my hand to my chest to try to keep my heart in place. I won’t survive this.
I close the door to the closet and move a chair from the vanity in front of the door, wedging it shut. I can’t risk her coming in here while I’m changing. I don’t know what I’d do.
I take off my clothes and I look down at my black underwear, feeling a little ashamed. I’ve got white precum stains all along the front from today. I look like a fifteen-year old who woke up from a wet dream. I take off the underwear and my hard cock bobs up and down painfully. It points straight up and I can’t help but stroke it a few times to try to ease the ache. She’s on the other side of the door, probably getting ready for a bath, and I wonder if I could look out and see her really quick. Just take a small peek?
Against my better judgement, and everything inside me, I go over and scoot the chair away from the door. I silently crack the door open just half an inch and look out.
I stop breathing when I see Rebecca’s back as she bends over the tub. She’s leaning down, testing the water, and her ass is on full display. I can see the bright pink floss peeking out from between her cheeks, and I start touching myself.
I’m so ashamed, but I’m only looking. She walked around like this earlier, so it’s okay. Right?
I keep stroking as I focus on that little pink string, and what it would look like if she pulled it to the side. Would she have to hold her ass cheeks apart so I could see all her holes? Would they be a pretty, soft pink like her lips? I wonder what she tastes like. Would she let me put my mouth there? I’ve never done anything sexual, but I think I could figure it out. I would do anything she’d let me, and I would make it so good for her.
I grip my cock so hard, that it takes me by surprise when I suddenly cum. I feel it shoot out of my cock and down my hands. “Oh God,” I whisper as my cum goes everywhere. I wasn’t planning on this, but God, it feels so good. I glance up and see Rebecca flip around. Before I can see her reaction, I slam the closet door and move the chair back.
“Just great,” I say to myself and look at the mess I’ve made. I grab my ruined underwear and clean up while shame washes over me. I get dressed in an embarrassed hurry and try to tuck my still-hard cock into fresh underwear. “What is wrong with me?”
When I exit the closet the bathroom door is open, but I don’t look in.
“I have a dinner to attend tonight,” I say aloud.
“Yeah, I remember. I was there ten minutes ago.”
I hear a little giggle in her voice and I’m mortified.
“I’ll be back in four hours.”
“That’s very exact.”
“I like to keep a schedule. Please make yourself at home. We can go over your duties tomorrow, so for tonight, just relax. You should find everything you need here. If not, please call down to Claude, and he will notify me.”
“Have fun tonight. Hope you brought ear plugs.”
I smile a little at her dig, and exit the bedroom. When I walk into the living room I see Cindy is standing and ready to go.
“Shall we?” she asks with a bit of annoyance in her voice. I guess she isn’t used to waiting.
“Let’s make this quick. I need to get back as soon as this is over.” Who knows what that woman in my tub is going to do while I’m away.
BECS
Holy crap, I think I could do laps in this tub if I wanted. I don’t think I’ve ever been in one this big before. Sinking lower, I let the warm water cover me completely. If I could have gotten him to take me up on the offer of my virginity I could totally do the whole Pretty Woman scene right now. I can’t believe he turned me down. People have offered to pay me for sex before. They see you coming and going into the shelter or a shitty motel and they assume. Why was I so disappointed that he turned me down? Would I have really done it?
Looking down at myself I know I’m not model pretty. I’m short and curvy all over. My hips are wide and my breasts are full and more than a handful. Maybe I’m just not his type. His world is order and perfection, I’m chaos and anarchy.
I should be happy. I landed a higher-paying job, I get to look at Mr. Vanilla’s ass a lot more, and I have a solid place to stay for a while. But for some reason I only feel annoyed with myself.