The shower was running.And Amanda wasn’t home, she was going to meet her girlfriend.
I crept toward the sound, every sense on high alert.I was sweaty and needed to fuel my body with electrolytes, but this was the moment I had been waiting for my entire life.It was a dream every boy had.
To save their family from a thief or a robber.
But what kind of thief takes a shower?
Then I saw it.On the floor.Neon pink lace.
A bra and a thong.
My throat went dry.My cock twitched so hard it hurt.
What.The.Fuck.
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My mouth watered and my feet moved on their own, entering the very occupied bathroom and staring a hole through the pink bra.
Steam curled through the shower, fogging the mirror, clinging to my skin the second I stepped inside.
My pulse hammered as I crouched and picked it up, dangling the delicate strap between my fingers like it was made of gold.Katie had worn it, so it might as well be.Heat rushed straight to my cock.
My throat went dry.My boxers were already getting tight as hell.
And then…oh, fuck yes!My eyes snagged on something even better.A tiny thong lying innocently on top of the familiar skirt.I bent down, picked it up, and before I could stop myself, I pressed it to my nose and inhaled.
Sweet.Musky.Katie.
It smelled like the best pussy in the world.
My monkey brain made my shorts tight as I shoved the thong into my back pocket like a pervert staking his claim.
The sound of the shower yanked me back to reality.
Right.
Katie.Naked.Wet.Inches away.
Behind that thin curtain.
My brain short-circuited.
I swallowed hard, adjusting my dick before it made a hole through my shorts and boxers.
I checked her bra size and nearly moaned.Thirty-four B.Hell yes!I’d been right all those years ago.Wow, I must be a genius.
And then, I lost my fucking mind.
I got rid of my clothes.Everything but my best pair of boxers (I had worn one of my good pairs of boxers and not the cartoon ones my friends got me as a birthday gift) and laid them intentionally so it would look like I entered the washroom stripping out of my sweaty sportswear.
Maybe God loved me today.
Maybethiswas fate.
