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She ground her teeth together, but the urge didn’t go away. Her hand moved lower.
Don’t do it, Brandy. That is entirely too dirty. It’s just wrong. You’re not going to masturbate in Marco’s shower.
Oh, yes she was. Brandy closed her eyes, dropping the soap to the floor and slipping her fingers between her legs. She moved her fingers over the hot spot between her legs and bit back a groan. Oh sweet Jesus. Why didn’t she do this more often?
She rubbed faster, her breathing quickened and it became hard to stand up. Sinking to her knees in the stall, she let out a strangled groan. The water in the shower grew cooler as it splashed down over her shoulders.
She increased the pressure with her finger as a blessed orgasm raced towards her. Little humming noises emerged from the back of her throat.
“Brandy?” There was a rapid knock on the door. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” she gasped, the humiliation of being caught not quite overpowering her pleasure. Of course he would have to catch her midpleasure. “Just…ah…singing to myself.”
“Singing?” he replied, sounding a bit hesitant.
“Yeah.” She rubbed faster. “You are my sunshine…my ooooohnly sunshine. You make me haaaa-aahh-ppy when skies are gray.”
Her thighs tightened and she forced out the rest of the song in a rushed chant. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” Her eyes crossed. “Pleasedon’ttakemysunshineaway—aaaheeaawwoo.”
She ground her teeth together, biting back the loud groan as she peaked. Her body shook through the orgasm, when the tremors finally receded she was in a limp heap on the bottom of the shower stall. Reaching up, she turned off the water.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked with concern through the door.
Umm. Almost .
“Nope,” she called weakly.
“You’re sure you’re all right?”
Dandy. Just finished getting myself off in your shower, hope that’s okay.
“I’m fine, thanks. I was in the mood for a long shower today.” Her voice came out hoarse. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.” He was silent for a moment. “Do you need anything?”
What, he couldn’t have asked that question ten minutes ago? She might’ve been bold enough to ask him to join her then. Of course if he’d turned her down last night, chances were he’d have turned her down again.
“No, I’m great. Thanks, Marco.”
She waited until she heard the sound of his retreating footsteps and then stood up. Yikes, that had been close.
Brandy grabbed a towel from under the counter and wrapped it around her body. Now she had an entirely different problem. No clean panties. The bra she could do again, but the panties needed to be washed.
She turned on the faucet and washed her pair from yesterday with warm water and soap. Scooping up his shirt and her bra, she set the panties on top and opened the bathroom door.
Peeking her head out, she made sure he wasn’t in the hall before dashing back to stoner boy’s room. She hung the panties over the inside doorknob and started to get dressed in yesterday’s clothes.
Marco paced the living room, scratching the back of his neck and muttering under his breath. He could have sworn he’d heard her making sexy little noises in his bathroom. He’d gone to check on her, but hadn’t actually knocked right away. The little whimpers had stopped him.
Damn. He’d been about ready to push down the door just to find out for sure. And then she’d started singing the weirdest goddamn version of “You Are My Sunshine” he’d ever heard. It all made him think…but no. The idea of Miss Choir Teacher masturbating in his bathroom just wasn’t realistic. No, Brandy wasn’t that type of woman.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, maybe it’ll make your dick less hard. He checked the time again. Nine. He had to be at work in an hour. The plan was still to drop her off at a hotel.
Ben’s door opened and he heard her feet padding down
She ground her teeth together, but the urge didn’t go away. Her hand moved lower.
Don’t do it, Brandy. That is entirely too dirty. It’s just wrong. You’re not going to masturbate in Marco’s shower.
Oh, yes she was. Brandy closed her eyes, dropping the soap to the floor and slipping her fingers between her legs. She moved her fingers over the hot spot between her legs and bit back a groan. Oh sweet Jesus. Why didn’t she do this more often?
She rubbed faster, her breathing quickened and it became hard to stand up. Sinking to her knees in the stall, she let out a strangled groan. The water in the shower grew cooler as it splashed down over her shoulders.
She increased the pressure with her finger as a blessed orgasm raced towards her. Little humming noises emerged from the back of her throat.
“Brandy?” There was a rapid knock on the door. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” she gasped, the humiliation of being caught not quite overpowering her pleasure. Of course he would have to catch her midpleasure. “Just…ah…singing to myself.”
“Singing?” he replied, sounding a bit hesitant.
“Yeah.” She rubbed faster. “You are my sunshine…my ooooohnly sunshine. You make me haaaa-aahh-ppy when skies are gray.”
Her thighs tightened and she forced out the rest of the song in a rushed chant. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” Her eyes crossed. “Pleasedon’ttakemysunshineaway—aaaheeaawwoo.”
She ground her teeth together, biting back the loud groan as she peaked. Her body shook through the orgasm, when the tremors finally receded she was in a limp heap on the bottom of the shower stall. Reaching up, she turned off the water.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked with concern through the door.
Umm. Almost .
“Nope,” she called weakly.
“You’re sure you’re all right?”
Dandy. Just finished getting myself off in your shower, hope that’s okay.
“I’m fine, thanks. I was in the mood for a long shower today.” Her voice came out hoarse. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.” He was silent for a moment. “Do you need anything?”
What, he couldn’t have asked that question ten minutes ago? She might’ve been bold enough to ask him to join her then. Of course if he’d turned her down last night, chances were he’d have turned her down again.
“No, I’m great. Thanks, Marco.”
She waited until she heard the sound of his retreating footsteps and then stood up. Yikes, that had been close.
Brandy grabbed a towel from under the counter and wrapped it around her body. Now she had an entirely different problem. No clean panties. The bra she could do again, but the panties needed to be washed.
She turned on the faucet and washed her pair from yesterday with warm water and soap. Scooping up his shirt and her bra, she set the panties on top and opened the bathroom door.
Peeking her head out, she made sure he wasn’t in the hall before dashing back to stoner boy’s room. She hung the panties over the inside doorknob and started to get dressed in yesterday’s clothes.
Marco paced the living room, scratching the back of his neck and muttering under his breath. He could have sworn he’d heard her making sexy little noises in his bathroom. He’d gone to check on her, but hadn’t actually knocked right away. The little whimpers had stopped him.
Damn. He’d been about ready to push down the door just to find out for sure. And then she’d started singing the weirdest goddamn version of “You Are My Sunshine” he’d ever heard. It all made him think…but no. The idea of Miss Choir Teacher masturbating in his bathroom just wasn’t realistic. No, Brandy wasn’t that type of woman.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, maybe it’ll make your dick less hard. He checked the time again. Nine. He had to be at work in an hour. The plan was still to drop her off at a hotel.
Ben’s door opened and he heard her feet padding down
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