Aimee Ch. 05

Early the next morning, after several hours of sleep, Aimee awoke. Sometime during the night, the satin duvet had been pushed to the floor, and they had slipped under the smooth linen sheets which lay crumpled around her. Don was not in bed, and she could hear water running in the bathroom and she realized he was showering.

She left the bed, entered the steamy bathroom, and sat on the toilet to pee. She frowned as she saw her panties were crusted with the dried juices of her multiple arousals the night before. She kicked them from her feet, and they landed in the corner.

Through the steam she could see the image of his body behind the marbled glass door. Not wanting him to be alerted yet to her presence, she did not flush the toilet as she stepped across the room and placed her hand on the shower door, sliding slowly to the side.

He stood, shampooing his hair with his back toward her, unaware of her presence. She watched as the rivulets of water carried the suds of the shampoo down the back of his neck to his broad shoulders and back. Her eyes were captivated as the stream sluiced across his firm buttocks, some of it being channeled into the dark cleft between them.

As she eagerly drank in the sight, he turned toward her, his eyes squeezed shut against the foaming shampoo and he bent his head under the stream of water to rinse his hair. His muscled arms were lifted with his fingers combing through his hair. His upper body was carpeted with a generous amount of hair and his chest was solid and trim.

Her eyes dropped lower to his belly which had a slight but not terribly obvious paunch. Lower still, she felt a not yet familiar twinges in her lower belly as she saw the dark thatch of hair surrounding his penis as it dangled limply between his legs with his scrotum; soft, supple and relaxed, hanging behind it as it held the weight of his testicles. She was tempted to abandon her voyeurism and join him instead and she knew he would open his eyes soon and discover her. She deferred, however, and restored his privacy as she quietly slid the door closed and returned to the bedroom.

As the sound of the shower stopped, she realized that he would be entering the bedroom soon and see her naked, in the middle of the room. She felt the heat rising up her neck and to her face. She quickly pulled the sheet from the bed but then spotted her skirt on the floor. Her blouse was nowhere in sight and so she opted for the sheet, pulling it around her. She was aware of the remnants of her arousal the previous night emanating from that spot between her legs. She panicked as she remembered she had not brought a change of clothing with her. She needed a shower.

He stepped through the door and entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and found her standing in the middle of the room wrapped in a sheet that still had a corner tucked under the mattress. He looked at her and smiled. She blushed a deep crimson.

Stifling a laugh he said, "I really don't think you can go out and walk through the lobby dressed like that, not to speak of walking down the street!"

She was mortified and shyly pulled the sheet more tightly around her. "I think I would like a shower, and I don't have anything to wear."

"Why do women always think that they don't have anything to wear! Go get your shower, hon. I have a solution for your need for clothes, and I'll show you after you are cleaned up."

She nodded, walking to the bathroom with the sheet still wrapped tightly around her body. Once in the bathroom, she dropped the sheet and waited for the shower to warm up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was a mess, her lips were puffy and slightly bruised, and she had spots of dried cum under her chin and on the side of her neck. A tingle flared in the depths of her belly as she remembered her experiences from the night before and those memories merged with what she had seen of him in the shower just moments ago. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over her as her hand dropped and her fingers gently caressed the smooth surface of the slightly swollen lips between her legs. She lingered there mesmerized by the tingling sensation that flared under her touch.

Her shower was over much too soon, and she stepped into the bathroom and discovered a terry cloth robe with the AEGIS logo on its front. The sheet that had been dropped on the floor had been removed. Her face colored slightly as it dawned on her that he had entered while she was showering, and she wondered if he had looked in on her as she had done to him.

As she returned to the bedroom, she was surprised to see the transformation that had taken place. The bed was made, and light streamed through the windows that had previously been hidden by the draperies. There was a large tray on the table with two covered plates, an urn with coffee and several other breakfast items. She could smell the bacon and coffee offering him a smile as he pulled out a chair for her to sit in.

"Good morning, hon.," he said as he uncovered her plate and filled her cup with coffee. The smell of the bacon made her mouth water, and she realized she hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. Her stomach rumbled and she opted to use her fingers instead of her fork as she brought a piece of bacon to her mouth and grabbed her coffee cup with the other hand.

He sat with a smile on his face as he studied her. "I found your panties on the bathroom floor.," he said softly. She blushed as she picked up the croissant and broke it in half. "They were a little crusted.," he continued. She blushed even more deeply. "I couldn't resist it."

"You couldn't resist? You couldn't resist what?" she asked, and she reached for the butter knife to butter her croissant.

"I held them to my face and inhaled your scent." She stopped chewing her food and raised her eyebrows as her eyes widened? "It was amazing, and I had to do more."

"More?" she whispered as she reached for her coffee with trembling hand. "Yes," he hissed, "I tasted them ... and it made me hard." Her eyes widened even more, and she felt the heat come to her face as her hand with her coffee stopped midway to her mouth and just stayed there.

"But I then I could not stop.," he said. She set her coffee cup down as the tingle flared between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together.

"What did you do then?" she asked hoarsely with her voice barely above a whisper. She watched his face, locked her gaze with his with a vague thrill of anticipation and shock running through her like an electric current.

"I wrapped them around my erection and stroked it until I made them wet again with my cum!"

The image of him doing that made her lightheaded and embarrassed at the same time. Such an intimate confession was beyond the realm of her imagination and yet it fired her imagination at the same time. She was at a loss for words as she squeezed her thighs together tightly.

"Y... You really mas.... sturbated with my panties?"

"Oh, yessss.," he said.

She felt as though her world had tilted on its axis and had thrown her off as a rush of arousal flooded through her. It threatened to overpower her tightly squeezed thighs. Her nipples surged into swollen nubs and began to ache. She was surprised by the response of her body. Nothing had ever done that too her before and yet she was drawn to it like a moth to the flame ... of desire.

Smiling across the table he asked, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

She nodded mutely, afraid to speak ... afraid she wouldn't be able to.

"Good, I did as well. You know that you are more beautiful when you cum that I had even imagined."

It took her a moment to register with her, and the thought occurred to her that with this man, her face was likely to become permanently red. "Are you saying that you actually imagined making me do what I experience last night ... making me ... c... cum?"

"I did, on many occasions, and it always brought me pleasure."

Eating anything more from her plate was not going to happen at this point as her breathing became shallow and ragged. Her breath caught in her throat as she considered what that meant and arrived at the conclusion that he had pleasured himself while thinking of her.

She was unprepared for his question, "Have you ever pleasured yourself, Aimee, while thinking about me?"

She was so embarrassed and yet so aroused. She felt like her tongue was caught in her throat as she tried to decide how to answer him. "I ... I ....," she couldn't get the words out and so she just looked down at the table and shook her head. Her heart was beating so hard and fast she could feel her pulse in her temples, in her ears and neck ... and "Oh my god.," she thought, in her secret places.

His next question sent her over the edge. "Would you like to?"