shower and
quick to the toilet to wipe myself clean.
“What the hell?” Again, the need to vocalize my shock was to remind me this wasn’t a dream and I was awake. Fuck, Chris didn’t come home with me. This I was sure of . Hell, if he had,
there was no way even drunk that I would have had sex
with him.
I finished and jumped into the shower not caring that the
water was only luke warm. I
washed myself thoroughly and stepped out to brush my teeth.
I blew out my long brown hair, and actual styled it. I
chose to leave it down today. I applied my makeup and proceeded to my closet to
get dressed. The periwinkle dress caught my eyes. It had been a while since I
wore it. The dress hugged my body, a tight, but suited styling; the back had an
unexpected white “peekaboo” detail popping out from the lower slit. The breast
line squared and accentuated my breast in a unusually
teasing but conservative manor. I liked this dress a lot.
Not needing a jacket, as it didn’t violate any dress code, having three quarter length sleeves. The dress code
forbids us to wear anything sleeveless. In my opinion, a bit outdated, hell
this was Maryland, the humidity at times was like a sauna.
Back to my room, I dropped the towel, and put on matching
bra and panties, then my thigh high stocking in nude. Unzipping the back of the
dress, I stepped in and pulled it up. When my eyes caught the fact that my door was wide open, Charlie was
standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand and clearly watching me. His eyes
definitely held a hungry look. Dropping my head, shit, he just watched me get
dressed. How did I not realize my door was open?
I could hear him put his cup down and walk straight for my
room.
Oh, fuck. I shook my head feeling frozen.
Wow, he was quick. I could feel him stand behind me. His
breath on my exposed back was sending a wake of blazing electricity down me. I
felt his hands at the lowest point of my back just gently touch my skin.
“Let me help you fasten your dress.” His voice was tender
and seductive.
Gently pulling at the zipper, he was slow in his effort to
zip up the dress.
Shit, the relentless desire was pooling strong at my
center. Unable to move, and my breathing became hitched .
Jesus, I’m going to have to change my panties. I was sure they were soaked in my relentless
arousal.
His pull paused, and his other hand gently slid up the
upper part of my back under my hair to the nape of my neck. The sensation of
his hands on my skin sent an electrical shock down my spine, landing at my
aching core. Fuck me! I felt like my heart was about to jump out of
my chest.
Finally, he pushed my hair over my shoulder. Then proceeded
to finish zipping me up.
“You have the most flawless skin,” he whispered. Oh shit, I
was about to come? His cologne…the same cologne I smelled all day yesterday,
assaulted my nose. My body stiffened, and every hair stood to attention on my
neck. Suddenly he broke away and walked out of the room.
Closing my eyes, inhaling what air I could smoothly take
into my desperate lungs, the vision of him from my dream quickly formed. With
his body, having been just behind me, I was sure his touch had reminded me of the dream, and how he had taken me from behind . Yes, my
dream was undoubtedly worthy of a revisit.
Off Limits circled again disrupting my mind and vision.
Turning around, biting my lip, I went to find my nude heel
and slipped them on. This man was truly
testing my resolve. My only instinct is
to drag his ass back to my bed, and tie him down to sate this ridiculous pull he had over me.
Again, I needed another cleansing breath in to find my
center. Walking to the dresser, I sprayed my perfume on and exited my room.
Charlie, fortunately was on his cell phone. Talking heatedly to whomever, his eyes never
seemed to leave me. I walked over
finding my purse on the floor and my cell phone down on the ground buzzing.
Turning it around it was Brady
quick to the toilet to wipe myself clean.
“What the hell?” Again, the need to vocalize my shock was to remind me this wasn’t a dream and I was awake. Fuck, Chris didn’t come home with me. This I was sure of . Hell, if he had,
there was no way even drunk that I would have had sex
with him.
I finished and jumped into the shower not caring that the
water was only luke warm. I
washed myself thoroughly and stepped out to brush my teeth.
I blew out my long brown hair, and actual styled it. I
chose to leave it down today. I applied my makeup and proceeded to my closet to
get dressed. The periwinkle dress caught my eyes. It had been a while since I
wore it. The dress hugged my body, a tight, but suited styling; the back had an
unexpected white “peekaboo” detail popping out from the lower slit. The breast
line squared and accentuated my breast in a unusually
teasing but conservative manor. I liked this dress a lot.
Not needing a jacket, as it didn’t violate any dress code, having three quarter length sleeves. The dress code
forbids us to wear anything sleeveless. In my opinion, a bit outdated, hell
this was Maryland, the humidity at times was like a sauna.
Back to my room, I dropped the towel, and put on matching
bra and panties, then my thigh high stocking in nude. Unzipping the back of the
dress, I stepped in and pulled it up. When my eyes caught the fact that my door was wide open, Charlie was
standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand and clearly watching me. His eyes
definitely held a hungry look. Dropping my head, shit, he just watched me get
dressed. How did I not realize my door was open?
I could hear him put his cup down and walk straight for my
room.
Oh, fuck. I shook my head feeling frozen.
Wow, he was quick. I could feel him stand behind me. His
breath on my exposed back was sending a wake of blazing electricity down me. I
felt his hands at the lowest point of my back just gently touch my skin.
“Let me help you fasten your dress.” His voice was tender
and seductive.
Gently pulling at the zipper, he was slow in his effort to
zip up the dress.
Shit, the relentless desire was pooling strong at my
center. Unable to move, and my breathing became hitched .
Jesus, I’m going to have to change my panties. I was sure they were soaked in my relentless
arousal.
His pull paused, and his other hand gently slid up the
upper part of my back under my hair to the nape of my neck. The sensation of
his hands on my skin sent an electrical shock down my spine, landing at my
aching core. Fuck me! I felt like my heart was about to jump out of
my chest.
Finally, he pushed my hair over my shoulder. Then proceeded
to finish zipping me up.
“You have the most flawless skin,” he whispered. Oh shit, I
was about to come? His cologne…the same cologne I smelled all day yesterday,
assaulted my nose. My body stiffened, and every hair stood to attention on my
neck. Suddenly he broke away and walked out of the room.
Closing my eyes, inhaling what air I could smoothly take
into my desperate lungs, the vision of him from my dream quickly formed. With
his body, having been just behind me, I was sure his touch had reminded me of the dream, and how he had taken me from behind . Yes, my
dream was undoubtedly worthy of a revisit.
Off Limits circled again disrupting my mind and vision.
Turning around, biting my lip, I went to find my nude heel
and slipped them on. This man was truly
testing my resolve. My only instinct is
to drag his ass back to my bed, and tie him down to sate this ridiculous pull he had over me.
Again, I needed another cleansing breath in to find my
center. Walking to the dresser, I sprayed my perfume on and exited my room.
Charlie, fortunately was on his cell phone. Talking heatedly to whomever, his eyes never
seemed to leave me. I walked over
finding my purse on the floor and my cell phone down on the ground buzzing.
Turning it around it was Brady
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