I suddenly forget what his name is and I think about asking Charlie but I realize that wouldn’t be a kid-appropriate conversation, given the context.
“I know I told you to make yourself at home, but you really went and ran with that suggestion right away,” he says, chuckling. “I just didn’t expect you to be naked and…”
“I’m not naked,” I say, pulling his robe close after I realize it had fallen partially open again.
No wonder he had looked like he had seen a treasure chest full of gold.
“Yeah, you’re wearing my robe,” he says, stepping closer to me. “And you look gorgeous in it, if I may add.”
“Thanks,” I said, blushing despite telling myself not to.
“Okay, I’ll go first in answering our mutual question about what we’re both doing. I just came back because I realized I forgot to leave you cash for Charlie’s lunch,” he explains.
“I assumed I’d just make him a sandwich,” I tell him.
He laughs as if he finds that suggestion to be both funny and cute at the same time.
“Don’t be silly,” he says. “The organic deli down the street makes great sandwiches and if you tip them well enough, they walk it down here and deliver it for free.”
“I bet they do,” I joke.
But he looks at me as if he doesn’t get the joke.
Rich people problems.
“So, now it’s your turn to answer. What are you doing in my robe?” he asks. “And with your hair freshly washed from my shower, I presume?”
I gulp, wondering if I’m trouble.
“I meant what I said, about making yourself at home, so I’m not mad,” he clarifies, causing me to sigh in relief. “Just curious.”
“Well, I was all wet, and…?”
“Yeah?” he asks, stepping even closer to me.
Really, really close.
Now his leg is partially in between my own legs, and pressing up against my pelvis a bit, as if to check to see if my claim about being wet is true. My naked pussy is so close to his leg. And I really am probably dripping juices through the thin robe and onto his pants leg, because he does make me soaking wet.
“Yeah,” I tell him.
Now he’s kissing me again, but even more deeply than last time, and he’s practically pulling me up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I whisper, hoping Charlie doesn’t wake up yet.
“To my bedroom,” he says.
I can’t help but blurt out, “You mean that was just your guest bathroom down there?”
He nods and looks at me like I have a lot to learn, and I’m sure he’s right. As he brings me into his spacious bedroom with a large window and its gorgeous view of Central Park, it seems that first up is sex education, and I’m perfectly okay with that.
He pulls my robe off and stares at my naked body.
“You are even more beautiful than I’d imagined,” he said. “You are simply a curvaceous goddess and I feel blessed to be in your presence.”
At first I think it’s a cheesy joke and I almost laugh, but then I catch the look in his eyes just in time to save myself from doing that. He is absolutely in awe, like when you’re an American who first sees a castle in Europe, or a little kid visiting Disneyland for the same time, which would probably be the more realistic scenario for us peons who aren’t super rich like Daniel is.
“Thank you,” I tell him. “You’re not so bad looking yourself.”
And just as I’d hoped, this prompts him to take off his shirt and then his slacks, in a hurry, probably also hoping that Charlie will stay asleep so that he can take my virginity already.
I know I just met him but it feels like I’ve been waiting years to be with him for my very first time.
I love looking at his muscular, tattooed chest and his large, erect cock. As if on instinct, I reach my hand out and run them down his washboard abs.
“I really want to eat your pussy,” he whispers to me. “And I want you to suck my cock. But we’re going to have to do the natural progression of things in the reverse order, because we don’t have a lot of time right now, and really I just want to be inside you.”
“I like that idea,” I tell him, as his hand reaches into my robe and finds my nipple.
I especially like the way it sounds as if we’re going to be doing this – or similar things, anyway – again. I already like the sound of that.
And I really like the feeling of his fingers as they rub my nipples. He pulls me close and fingers my pussy and I ride his hand while my juices drip out into it.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, squeezing my clit with one hand like his other hand is doing to my nipples.