smiles back. “You dropping your robe reminded me that I want to be with you on my birthday evening. Only you. These tickets will ensure that happens,” he explains.
“Excellent plan, Logan,” I nod my approval, stepping into the piping hot bathtub.
Logan quickly books his tickets and then puts his phone on the desk outside, perhaps to ensure that no more naked video chats are possible, before joining me in the water. We sit with our backs at either end, our feet entangled in the middle.
I sigh in relaxation, and with a smile on my face, I giggle, “So, you told your parents that I’m gorgeous ?” I put on my best attempt at a South Carolina accent.
He smirks. “Oh, I said a lot more than that, baby.”
“What else?” I ask in amusement.
“I told them about our lunch date and about seeing you later that evening before I went home and indulged in a healthy amount of onanism,” he grins, and I laugh, immediately knowing that he’s joking.
“Even spaced out on painkillers, you wouldn’t tell them that,” I say confidently.
“True,” he concedes, “but that is what happened,” he reveals slowly.
My curiosity is piqued. “You went home after your meeting with the complex manager and pleasured yourself?” I ask, adding, “After seeing me?”
He nods, and a moment later I erupt into laughter.
“Oh, Logan, how alike we are,” I tell him.
“You too?” he asks, surprised.
“Yes,” I confess. I place my foot on his stomach and as I talk I slowly glide it upwards over his broad chest. “When I got home I had a cold shower to cool the fire you lit in me, but it didn’t help at all. And knowing you were in the complex somewhere… so close…it did things to me,” I trail off, leaving him wanting more.
“Tell me,” he pleads.
I recall the feelings that were coursing through my body only a few weeks ago. “I was aching for you, even then, and I couldn’t not touch myself to relieve that ache.”
He stares across the tub at me, his gaze filled with both love and longing. “Oh, the aching feeling,” he smiles. “I know that feeling well. It’s been my constant companion for two years,” he says.
I grin at him, never tiring of the knowledge that Logan loved me and longed for me for years, respectfully waiting for Jerry and I to break up before he made his move. “An itch that only I could scratch?”
“And, baby, you scratch it so well,” he compliments me.
“Worth the wait?” I ask.
“Undoubtedly,” he laughs. “Gemima, I would wait forever to feel the way you make me feel. The satisfaction I get from being with you,” he says, his hand unconsciously moving to his crotch, “is unparalleled.” He strokes himself under the water and I’m instantly mesmerised.
The words escape my lips before I can hold them back. “Will you let me watch you touch yourself?”
His eyes widen. “You want to see that?” he says, skeptically.
“Oh, yeah,” I smile again.
“ Oh ?”
“You want to watch me, right?” I check; he’s said as much before.
“Definitely.” His answer is quick and eager.
“It’s the same for me,” I tell him. There would be something so incredibly intimate about pleasuring ourselves in front of one another. It seems fitting for this particular day when things between us have been deepening.
“I sort of watched you last night,” Logan confesses with a smile.
“Yes,” I giggle, “but you were very much there too.” I think about our encounter last night. “You get the best view,” I think.
“I could tape it, if you like?” he offers.
“Oh, no,” I laugh again. “I’ve already had an embarrassing video go viral, thank you very much.”
Logan goes uncomfortably still at the other end of the tub. “You made a sex tape with Jerry?” he asks in shock.
“God, no ! I shot something with Amber,” I explain.
“With Amber ?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Amber?” he checks again and I nod. “You…you made a sex tape with Amber?”
I
“Excellent plan, Logan,” I nod my approval, stepping into the piping hot bathtub.
Logan quickly books his tickets and then puts his phone on the desk outside, perhaps to ensure that no more naked video chats are possible, before joining me in the water. We sit with our backs at either end, our feet entangled in the middle.
I sigh in relaxation, and with a smile on my face, I giggle, “So, you told your parents that I’m gorgeous ?” I put on my best attempt at a South Carolina accent.
He smirks. “Oh, I said a lot more than that, baby.”
“What else?” I ask in amusement.
“I told them about our lunch date and about seeing you later that evening before I went home and indulged in a healthy amount of onanism,” he grins, and I laugh, immediately knowing that he’s joking.
“Even spaced out on painkillers, you wouldn’t tell them that,” I say confidently.
“True,” he concedes, “but that is what happened,” he reveals slowly.
My curiosity is piqued. “You went home after your meeting with the complex manager and pleasured yourself?” I ask, adding, “After seeing me?”
He nods, and a moment later I erupt into laughter.
“Oh, Logan, how alike we are,” I tell him.
“You too?” he asks, surprised.
“Yes,” I confess. I place my foot on his stomach and as I talk I slowly glide it upwards over his broad chest. “When I got home I had a cold shower to cool the fire you lit in me, but it didn’t help at all. And knowing you were in the complex somewhere… so close…it did things to me,” I trail off, leaving him wanting more.
“Tell me,” he pleads.
I recall the feelings that were coursing through my body only a few weeks ago. “I was aching for you, even then, and I couldn’t not touch myself to relieve that ache.”
He stares across the tub at me, his gaze filled with both love and longing. “Oh, the aching feeling,” he smiles. “I know that feeling well. It’s been my constant companion for two years,” he says.
I grin at him, never tiring of the knowledge that Logan loved me and longed for me for years, respectfully waiting for Jerry and I to break up before he made his move. “An itch that only I could scratch?”
“And, baby, you scratch it so well,” he compliments me.
“Worth the wait?” I ask.
“Undoubtedly,” he laughs. “Gemima, I would wait forever to feel the way you make me feel. The satisfaction I get from being with you,” he says, his hand unconsciously moving to his crotch, “is unparalleled.” He strokes himself under the water and I’m instantly mesmerised.
The words escape my lips before I can hold them back. “Will you let me watch you touch yourself?”
His eyes widen. “You want to see that?” he says, skeptically.
“Oh, yeah,” I smile again.
“ Oh ?”
“You want to watch me, right?” I check; he’s said as much before.
“Definitely.” His answer is quick and eager.
“It’s the same for me,” I tell him. There would be something so incredibly intimate about pleasuring ourselves in front of one another. It seems fitting for this particular day when things between us have been deepening.
“I sort of watched you last night,” Logan confesses with a smile.
“Yes,” I giggle, “but you were very much there too.” I think about our encounter last night. “You get the best view,” I think.
“I could tape it, if you like?” he offers.
“Oh, no,” I laugh again. “I’ve already had an embarrassing video go viral, thank you very much.”
Logan goes uncomfortably still at the other end of the tub. “You made a sex tape with Jerry?” he asks in shock.
“God, no ! I shot something with Amber,” I explain.
“With Amber ?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Amber?” he checks again and I nod. “You…you made a sex tape with Amber?”
I
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