5. Tyson
TYSON
I sat on the edge of the bed cursing the tiny ass shower. I wanted to be with Adelaide. I could go again and again with her and I don’t think I’d ever get enough. Fuck…I needed to figure out how to keep seeing her.
A quiet humming came from the bathroom and it drew me in.
She had to be about done, right? A little peek wouldn’t kill me, right?
I stood up and stretched, my cock already standing at attention.
Fucking unreal. She’d probably think I was a creep.
I pulled the covers back and laid down. I needed to make a good impression right now.
“Hey bud, question, I don’t suppose you have normal sized towels.” I rolled my head over and she held up the XL towel that hung down below her knees, wrapped around her body.
Another snort followed my howling laughter. “That’s hysterical. I didn’t even realize just how big everything was until you showed up.” And yes I was also thinking about my dick.
“Do you normally bring home Amazon women? Good lord.” She re-wrapped the towel around herself twice then tucked the corner in.
My laughter simmered down, “I don’t ever bring any women home.”
“You are gorgeous, what do you mean you ‘don’t ever bring women home’?” I could only shrug at that comment. What could I say? I see people all day, the last thing I want to do when I get home is to entertain someone else.
“Thank you.” I got up and sauntered over to where she was standing, then wrapped her up in my arms. This felt…right? Having her here, with me. “I just don’t. It’s not worth the trouble. Not until you.”
She put her hand on my chest, “I was worth the trouble?”
“So much fucking trouble and so worth it.” And I was hooked. Addicted.
Before I lose all my guts. “Before we put an end to this night, can I get your phone number?”
“I’d like to say let's keep the mystery up, but you already know my name and where I work and I know your name and that you were a celebrity basically.” That wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes either.
“Soooo….” I reached for my phone and pulled up a new contact entry.
“Fine.” Adelaide typed in her phone number and I pressed the call button on the screen. The amount of relief I felt was concerning actually. Her phone rang from the living room. “Tricky. I’m glad I put in my real number and not a prank one.”
“That’s why I did it.” I smiled as I put my phone back down.
I’d save it later. “Now…I want to enjoy you a little bit longer, then you can sleep. I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow because you're all mine until I have to give you up.” Might as well lean into tonight.
I might have her number but that didn’t mean that she’d have to see me again.
“Then you're in luck. I’m a workaholic and I don’t have a single plan.”
“Excellent.” I backed her up to the bed and pushed her down. Then untucked the towel and she giggled as I unwrapped her, her body rolling across the bed.
“Are you also cursing your obsessively large towels?” I laughed with her as I rolled her across the bed to unwrap her from the towel. I was just enjoying that she was laughing again.
She was left laying on the bed, her hair wrapped around her face, her giggling uncontrollably, and I was stunned by how beautiful this woman was.
Her hands flew to her face as she rolled up in a ball laughing, which caused me to laugh with her.
“Don’t hide from me, please.” I pulled her hands down and her freckles were showing now. She was beautiful.
I am done for now. I couldn’t ever let her out of my sight. She was fucking perfect.