(Note: after my last submission I realized I had mislabed the chapter number. We’re now back to normal. Also note that this one will be multi-part, so enjoy!)
As I finished my morning run and returned to the beach house T and her husband let me stay at for the week, I was startled to see L standing in the living room.
“Hi. What are you doing here?”, I asked.
“Oh. Well, T said I could stay here for the week since my husband is away on business. I didn’t know you were already here. I can leave if you want”, L said.
I told L to give me a moment. I retrieved my phone from the loft that the master bedroom was located and called T. I told her of mine and L’s predicament, which she embarrassingly admitted that she had forgotten that she’d already let me crash there for the week. L said that it was fine and she’d leave, but I told her she could stay there as well. “This place is huge and I don’t need to hog it all to myself”, I told L. She thanked me and took her belongings into one of the spare bedrooms. I watched as her fit, tight ass walked away in a pair of cut off shorts. I knew L was a fitness fanatic, but I had never seen her in street clothes before. I was impressed.
L and I settled on the cooking and cleaning arrangements for the week and at the end of the first night settled on opposite ends of the huge leather couch in the living room. L was still in her shorts with her toned legs curled up beneath her. She was wearing a white tank top and a purple bra whose straps stuck out from the shoulders of her shirt. Everytime she bent down to grab her glass of wine on the coffee table in front of her flashed a glimpse of cleavage. After a few hours of conversation we adjourned to our rooms and went to bed.
I awoke early the next morning for my daily run. As I returned, I went to my room to grab a change of clothes and hop in the shower. Unfortunately, I still had my earbuds on and didn’t hear that L was already taking one. I opened the bathroom door and heard a shriek loud enough to hear over the music in my ears scream, “AAGH! GET OUT OF HERE!” I caught a nanosecond of L’s wet, firm, naked body, apologized and quickly slammed the door. It may have been brief, but I liked what I accidentally saw. When she got out, she was wearing a pink bathrobe and had her short blond hair wrapped in a white towel. Red-faced, I apologized profusely. “Well, consider yourself lucky. There’s a lot of men around here who’d kill for what you just saw”, she said laughing. I once again apologized and had my turn.
That night after we ate we set out to the couch to have a few drinks and watch a ballgame on TV. We chitchatted for an hour or so afterwards and bid each other adieu again and headed off to bed.
Shortly after I had fallen asleep, a massive thunderstorm came over the area. The house shook with every rumble of thunder. I could hear waves of the nearby lake cascade towards the back porch of the house. I heard footsteps hurriedly come up the stairs and then L jumped into bed and curled up next to me.
“What the…”, I started to ask.
“I’m petrified of storms”, L replied. “I know it’s ridiculous, but…”, L said, wrapping her arms tightly around me. Another boom of thunder sounded. L squealed and wrapped me tighter. Not knowing how to make her feel any better, I tried to hug her with my arm that was trapped underneath her. “Don’t do that. I’m married”, she said sternly. “Just let me be until this passes”. I shrugged with my free arm and dozed back off to sleep while being L’s security pillow. I wasn’t going to try anything, but part of me felt good for being needed to such a beautiful woman.
I woke up the next day, noticing L had apparently gone back to her room sometime during the night. I looked outside to survey the damage. Debris was littered along the beach out back, as was the front. The power was out. I made my way downstairs as L sat at the kitchen table watching our station’s report on her phone. “Looks like we’re going to be pioneering it for a few more hours”, she said between bites of a granola bar. My mind had more pressing matters that needed addressed. “Yeah, sure. Um, look, I’m not trying to be an asshole or anything, but do you mind telling me what exactly the fuck was up last night?”
She put down her granola bar. “I can’t tell you. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s unexplainable. It must be something that I do subconsciously. There’s a storm, I panic. Simple as that.”
“Ah, I see. If I could be blunt, between seeing you naked yesterday and you jumping into my bed last night I was getting mixed signals. Thanks for clarifying.”
“Glad to be of service”, she chuckled.
…
After the power had returned, I went into town to grab some things for dinner that night. I arrived back to find the house empty. I put the groceries away and made my way up the stairs to my room. I looked out the window to see L outside sunbathing on the beach. She was laying on a towel, the sun glistening off her toned, oiled body. She was wearing a modest, blue two-piece bikini, but from my vantage point I could see every ounce of definition on her. She rolled over onto her stomach and started to undo her bikini top. The sight of her shapely back and tight ass in a thong just pushed me over the edge. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began to stroke myself. My cock started to harden up before she started to get up and come back into the house. I dashed down the stairs to the bathroom to finish my session. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy of L’s body that I didn’t notice she was standing in the doorway, topless with mouth agape and eyes fixated on my cock. I was just about to cum when she blurted out, “Sorry to interrupt, Casanova, but I need in there”. I gasped, stopped stroking, put my cock back into my pants and sheepishly left the bathroom. I guess since I had already seen L’s tits, she didn’t bother covering up. She stood there with her hands on her hips, shook her head and said, “Tsk. Tsk. Naughty boy”. She laughed as she closed the door to relieve herself.
Following the most awkward dinner I ever had, I tried to go to bed to forget the last couple days had ever happened. L convinced me to stay with her.
“Look, I know what happened yesterday was an accident. What happened earlier today, I’ll just chalk up to youthful exuberance. I put in a lot of hours to look like this. I’ll take you trying to jack it as a compliment. Just don’t bring it up, OK?”
“Who says I was thinking about you?”, I lied.
L tilted her head and said she didn’t believe me. “You’re full of shit and you know it”, she laughed. “You know you’d take it if I offered it.”
“Damn right”, I thought to myself.
…
We retired to the couch again and soon enough the booze began flowing. She was several glasses of wine in and I was sipping scotch like it was water. L wanted to play truth or dare. “What are we, twelve or something?”, I said mockingly. L replied, “Well, if you’re going to be a pussy about it…”, I didn’t hear the rest of what she said. Call me immature, but when someone calls me a pussy, something goes off in my brain that makes me go out of my way to prove the opposite.
“You’re on. Truth”, I said trying to hide my anger.
“You’re cock is bigger than my husband’s”, L said immediately. I wasn’t expecting that, but I wasn’t upset, either. “My turn. Truth.”
“Hmm”, I said quizzically. “Well, let’s see…OK. Do you want me to see you naked again?”
“Wouldn’t mind.” She stood up and started disrobing. “Your turn. Pick.”
Sensing the room I chose dare.
“Take your clothes off and jump in the lake”, L replied.
Boy, did I misread the room. But a dare is a dare so there for the grace of God I went. I ran buck naked into the freezing lake and looked back to see L’s glorious, nude body standing in the doorway laughing hysterically at me. I made my way back ashore. L looked at my shriveled cock and said, “Maybe I was wrong. It’s not as big as I thought. Well, good night then.” She handed me a towel and started making her way upstairs.
“Hey! My room is up there”, I protested.
“I know”, said L, looking over her shoulder with a smirk on her face.
Part 2 coming later in the week…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lp8nv5/adventures_in_broadcasting_pt_6_vacation