She wakes up to the morning sun, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The window was open, but she know she closed it before bed. The first feeling of vulnerability creeps in. Tom had been in her room. Her things were gone through, bra and panties laid out on the dresser. A matching set she brought from home. She shakes it off, not that bad she tells hetself as she gets out of bed, walking to her bathroom she yelps as shge see him sitting on the large granite vanity top. “Morning Jes” he says, looking over his phone screen as he eats a piece of toast. She catches her breath and slow her heart down. “Umm good morning sir” she says, awkwardly fidgeting infront of the stranger in her bathroom.
She felt exposed in her long red tshirt, just barely covering her bikini cut white cotton panties, her erect nipples poking through the fabric of her worn thin night shirt, a reminder of a caring ex boyfriend. “Umm i need to use the restroom” she blurts out, not knowing what he was waiting for. “Go right ahead dear” he says, shifting his weight to face the toilet. “Are you going to leave?” She asks in bewilderment, walking slowly towards the toilet. “No, i dont plan on it.” She shivers at his words, she expexted sex, more like having a horny boy friend sex, not this. She lets out a sigh, as she reachs under her long t shirt and slowly slids her panties down, revealing two tiny red spots of blood dotting them from her new birth control friend. She waits, not able to let her stream flow, looking at Tom staring at her, gazing at her panties around her delicate ankels, looking at her bare hips sitting on the toilet as she struggle to release the pressure. Her body finally gives in, releasing a few drops then a steady stream, the action feeling oddly sexual for the first time in her life. She finish up, dabbing herself dry and stands up, pulling her panties up a bit further than normal, trying to cover herself as much as possible. She washes her hands and wait for Tom to make his next move. Thinking he would pick her up and make love in some romantic way like in a movie.
This was not a movie, and he was not romantic. He was a socially awkward software engineer. “What would you normally do now?” Hge asks as you stand facing the mirror that i was blocking. “Brush my teeth sir” she says, not sure if calling him sir was necessary, but it was becoming a nervous habit. “Sounds great.” He says jumping down from the counter, his hardon pushing out his loose shorts. She pulls her tooth brush out, wetting it and putting the minty paste on it. She is hesitant at first, but quickly get to brushing, not paying attention to me behind her. Tom had slid his shorts off, his cock standing at attention behind her soft white cotton covered ass. She is startled by his first touch, his warm hand pushing her shirt up to expose her round ass, Emma’s panties pulled a little into her round cheeks as she bend slightly over the sink. Tom is silent as he pull her panties down, her firm ass explodes in tiny goose bumps as the cool air sweeps across her soft skin, pale in comparison to her skin that is exposed at the beach… she mumbles something through the toothbrush in her mouth as Tom reaches into the drawer next to her, grabbing a tiny bottle of warming lube, rubbing it over his stiff, eager cock.
She tries try to focus on what she doing, brushing her teeth harder than normal, pausing when she feels his hand push her lower back down, Emma’s palm plants on the mirror as Tom’s cock pushes her tight lips apart, feeling her young, warm pussy for the first time. It had been days since he came last, purposely waiting for this moment. It was worth it. He reached a hand up her shirt, caressing her soft c cup in his hand as she moans, the tooth brush falling out of her mouth as his cock pushes harder and faster into her. Her eyes close as she feels his pace quciken, Tom’s balls slap violently against her wet clit as the lube drips out of her with each thrust, his cock pushing past each of her wrinkles and folds, brushing against her most sensative spot as Emma’s cunt tightens around him. He feels her thremble as her body suprises her with an intense orgasm, her round ass clinches as her muscles quiver, wave after wave of pleasure washing over over, like the waves outside her window. Her explosion triggers Tom’s own eruption as he paints her walls with hot sticky cum. Emma holds herself up by the coutner as her knees shake from the experience. She feel him pull her panties up, rubbing his fingers against her leaking pussy, soaking the fabric in his cum.
“I’ll be around the house today, you’ll see me soon im sure.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7tt39y/creative_housing_solutions_part_3
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