I inhale, she softly exhales, but silence still fills the space. It’s thick, hot, and suffocating in a way I don’t hate. Suffocating in the way I want to feel her thighs squeeze around my head.
Is she thinking what I’m thinking? Does she want what I want?
“Well…I’m gonna go shower.” I toss my thumb over my shoulder, slowly walking backward.
“Please do.” She takes a step back then spins before she looks over her shoulder at me. Her lips part but then she closes them as well as the door behind her.
I breathe out, tipping my head back before I slip into my own room. I drop my bag, toe my shoes off, and head into the shower.
I’m not sure how long I stand under the hot stream after I’ve washed my hair and body, debating whether I want to wrap my hand around my dick or get out.
I’m already painfully hard and throbbing. I feel myself leaking precum, desperate for release.
Closing my eyes, I rest my forehead against the marbled tile, still contemplating whether I should or shouldn’t jack off to the thought of Josie.
Fuck it.
I slip my hand around my shaft. A groan ripples from the back of my throat as I firmly glide my palm down the length and feel it pulse beneath the rough movement.
“Fuck,” I grit under my breath, gliding the pad of my thumb over the crown.
I repeat the motion, slow, firm, and steady, wanting to prolong this for as long as I can as I fantasize about Josie. I think about Valentine’s Day, her laying on the lounge chair and yesterday, her outside the pool. I think about all the things I’d still love to do to her and all the things I’d love for her to do to me.
All that comes to a staggering stop as a shadow catches the corner of my eye. I swiftly look over my shoulder before I look away, but I do a double take, hand freezing mid stroke.
Josie’s in my bathroom, a different towel wrapped around her body, hair down and still soaking wet.
There’s no way…I’m dreaming…there’s no way she’s here…is she really here?
“Why’d you stop?” she asks as she approaches the shower, hands clutching her towel.
“Because this isn’t real…” I quietly say, not to her but to myself.
She wets her lips, her brown eyes molten and hooded as she drops her towel, letting it pool around her feet. She stands outside the shower. Her wet, naked body glistens under the bright lights.
“Were you thinking of me?” she asks, voice soft, spurring my dick to throb harder. “Areyou thinking of me and how you kissed me? Because I was.”
This isn’t a dream because she steps in, standing in front me. Her eyes coast down to my hand around my length and they go round, almost in stupefaction as if she hadn’t really paid attention to it until now.
The column of her throat bobs and when her eyes meet mine again, I note how blown her pupils are. Her cheeks are stained a cherry red.
“All the fucking time,” I moan and resume gliding my palm up and down. “Every minute of the day.”
She licks her lips again, eyes flicking to the motion briefly. “I want to do that.”
“Do what?” I grunt, slowing down before I come.
I know this isn’t a dream I conjured up, but I’m still afraid to wake up and it being one.
I can’t believe she’s here, that she was thinking what I was thinking. Could this mean that she might feel what I feel?
I don’t ask, but I’ll keep wondering it.
Josie steps forward, placing her hand on top of mine, stopping me from moving it. “I want to please you. I want to make you feel good. You deserve it.” She swallows again, gaze dropping to my dick. It jerks when I move my hand so hers can take its place. “Wow…” she breathes out.
“Wow what?” I grind my teeth, leaning into her when she squeezes.
She shakes her head and audibly swallows once again. “Nothing.”
