My dick grows to a half chub, and I drop the underwear back in the drawer.
I need to maintain control here. I can’t afford to let myself actually be attracted to Hattie. It would jeopardize my entire plan.
I slam the drawer shut, annoyed with myself for even having a reaction.
“I need to get out of here,” I grumble.
I start for the door, but as I reach the threshold, I plant my hands on either side of the doorjamb. My head drops forward as I try to will myself out of the room, but my feet won’t move.
Not until they spin around and hurry over to her closet. Yanking the hamper open, I grab the panties at the top of the pile—silkand lace hot pink panties—then I’m charging out of the room, heading straight to my own, and slamming the door behind me.
Before I consider my actions, I unfasten my jeans, shove them down my legs with my boxer briefs, and sit on the edge of my bed with my dick in one hand, Hattie’s panties in the other. I bring the fabric up to my nose and inhale. My eyes practically roll back in my head. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her. God, I’m no better than her sleazy landlord back in Wisconsin.
My bottle of lube rests on the mattress beside me, and I squirt some down the length of my cock with my free hand, then fist the base. I stroke it, imagining Hattie’s small hands doing the work, inhaling her scent once again.
I can imagine all I want, but it’s not like it would be if Hattie were doing the work. Visions of the two of us and all the things I want to do to her swarm my head. She’d pack up and leave so fast if she had any idea the kinds of things running through my head.
Fuck, I wish she were here right now, touching me, torturing me with her wide-eyed innocence.
I wrap her panties around the base of my cock and use them to stroke my shaft. Looking down, I watch the bright pink lace and silk slide against my slick cock, and I grow even harder. My shaft twitches as my hand moves up and down the length, and I cup my balls and squeeze lightly.
My low groan rings out into the empty room, and I increase my rhythm. I imagine the panties currently stretched around my girth on Hattie’s body, pressed up against her cunt, and the tingling starts in the base of my spine.
I grip my cock harder, imagining Hattie wearing them and only them, bending over in front of me so I can get a peek of what Iknow will be her pretty pink pussy through the lace, and my dick gets impossibly hard before I bring the fabric up to the head and come on a roar. My orgasm just keeps coming, feeling almost never-ending.
Once I’ve spilled everything I have onto the pink silk and lace, I unwrap them from around my length, pull open the top drawer of my nightstand, and toss them in. Hattie won’t be getting them back. It’s not as though she’d ever ask me if I knew where they were anyway, so she’ll be left to wonder.
Then I go into my en suite and have my second cold shower of the day.
25
HATTIE
Around dinner on Sunday evening, I finally work up the nerve to return to the condo. I did have plans to check out a church service before anything happened between Bastion and me this morning, but I may have prolonged my time away on purpose.
After service, I got to talking with some of the church members, and they mentioned a soup kitchen nearby where a lot of the members volunteer. I’ve always enjoyed volunteering, and I’ve noticed in my short time here that Seattle seems to have a lot of homeless people who could use some help, so I figured I’d check it out and see if I could be of service.
When I was done there, it was a beautiful summer day, so I decided to walk around and explore the areas I haven’t been to yet. That left me a lot of time to think, and the only conclusion I’ve come to is that I don’t regret what happened between us, but I also don’t know if anything like that should happen again.
Fooling around with Bastion has the potential to mess up my job and my living situation if things go sideways. At the same time,that orgasm this morning awakened something inside me. Some part of me was slumbering, just waiting to come out.
All afternoon, all I could think about was what happened. I must have replayed what we did in my mind about a hundred times. And then I imagined other things we might do together. Other things Bastion might help me explore.
He’s not the ideal candidate—what with him being my boss—but the thought of doing anything like what we did with someone else doesn’t have the same appeal. Which leaves me in a predicament—do I ignore how I feel and keep Bastion at arm’s length, or do I opt for more with him and risk losing the job and salary that my family needs?
I press the code into the keypad beside the condo door and step inside. Though I hoped I’d be able to make it to my room without seeing Bastion, he’s in the main living area and watching a baseball game on TV. I’m not sure why I find it so unusual. Maybe because we’re rarely on the same schedule, and I never witness him casually doing something he enjoys.
“I got you some food when I ordered. It’s on the counter,” he says, his eyes never straying from the television.
“Thanks.” I make my way into the kitchen and see that he got takeout from the Italian place I like down the street.
My pasta dish is lukewarm, so I spoon it into a bowl and put it in the microwave. When it beeps to signal it’s ready, I take out my food and walk around the large island, then stop, looking between the table on the opposite side and the living area where Bastion is.
“I won’t bite,” Bastion says, still looking at the TV but somehow knowing what’s happening in my head behind him.
With a sigh, I walk over and sit on the couch with him.
“Not like I did this morning.” He turns his head and meets my gaze.
