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forehead to hers. With his hands gripping her
waist, his voice low and gruff filled with yearning.
“Which way to your
shower baby?”
Her knees weak slightly
trembling she held onto his solid muscled arms for support her voice barely
above a whisper.
“Down the hall, first door.”
Without warning Eric swoops
down and scoops her up into his arms.
“Oh!” Sara startled,
shrieked and with a knee jerk reaction to not fall wrapped her arms around his
neck. Wearing an "I’ve got you smirk " and with Sara nestled in his
arms Eric sauntered his way down the hall to her bathroom. She was light,
pretty easy for him to carry, he guessed around maybe somewhere between 130-140lbs.
He made note because his mind was already thinking about sexy lingerie he would
buy her. The bathroom door half open he pushed it the rest of the way open with
his foot. Entering the bathroom Eric shifted Sara so he could feel the wall for
the light switch without dropping her. Swiping his hand up and down along the
wall he finally found the switch and flicked it on.
Looking around the room
he observed his surroundings. It was a nice bathroom surprisingly big for a one
bedroom; he could tell it had been recently updated. The walls where sponge
painted in tans and bronzed colors, the pedal stool sink, faucet and the
commode were new. The floor had a marbled look to it in colors that matched the
walls. It had a nice sized tub and shower duo, her curtain was very feminine it
looked like antique lace; she had a clear plastic liner behind it.
He lowered Sara sliding
her down his body. Stepping around her he pushed her curtain open and turned on
her taps. Lifting the handle to turn the shower on he let the water run, he
turned his attention back to Sara; who was fidgeting wringing her fingers and
chewing on her bottom lip. She looked so sexy standing there, her hair mussed
up from his hands and her neck showed a burgeoning mark from his bite. Her lips
were swollen from his kisses, her body flushed with arousal and beneath her bra
he could see her hardened buds. He felt his cock swelling again. He reached for
the hem of his black polo and pulled it off. He saw her eyes opened a little
wider when she took in his bare muscled chest.
***
Sara watched while Eric
turned on the shower, not knowing quite what to do she just stood there gnawing
on her lip. When he turned and removed his shirt she couldn’t believe how cut
he was. People looked like this in movies and print ads not real life. She was
stunned to see that he had tattoos on his shoulders and one over the left side
of his chest; in the spot you would put your hand when you salute the flag. On
his right shoulder he had what looked like the theater masks of sorrow and
happiness. On his left shoulder he had LOCO SD 619 in old English; on his chest
was a beautiful flower with the name James in cursive with a date November 12 th 1999.
Tentatively Sara reached
out to run her fingers over the tattoo on his chest. When her fingers touch his
tattooed skin his breathes became noticeably faster, his fists balled at his
sides. She looked up to him quizzically and he had a tense almost nervous look.
His lips were pressed together and taunt, his eyes kept shifting searching her
face for a reaction. Almost like he expected her to respond badly or rebuff him
because of his inked skin.
Her eyes shone with
concern her face calm. “Who is James?” she asked lightly while still stroking
her fingers on his chest.
He had to clear his
throat before he spoke. “James was my brother.”
“He passed away?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
The bathroom was filling
up with steam; the mirror had fogged up from the running shower.
“I don’t want to talk
about that right now. Right now I want to take you in that shower before the
hot water runs out.”
He reached behind her unhooked her
waist, his voice low and gruff filled with yearning.
“Which way to your
shower baby?”
Her knees weak slightly
trembling she held onto his solid muscled arms for support her voice barely
above a whisper.
“Down the hall, first door.”
Without warning Eric swoops
down and scoops her up into his arms.
“Oh!” Sara startled,
shrieked and with a knee jerk reaction to not fall wrapped her arms around his
neck. Wearing an "I’ve got you smirk " and with Sara nestled in his
arms Eric sauntered his way down the hall to her bathroom. She was light,
pretty easy for him to carry, he guessed around maybe somewhere between 130-140lbs.
He made note because his mind was already thinking about sexy lingerie he would
buy her. The bathroom door half open he pushed it the rest of the way open with
his foot. Entering the bathroom Eric shifted Sara so he could feel the wall for
the light switch without dropping her. Swiping his hand up and down along the
wall he finally found the switch and flicked it on.
Looking around the room
he observed his surroundings. It was a nice bathroom surprisingly big for a one
bedroom; he could tell it had been recently updated. The walls where sponge
painted in tans and bronzed colors, the pedal stool sink, faucet and the
commode were new. The floor had a marbled look to it in colors that matched the
walls. It had a nice sized tub and shower duo, her curtain was very feminine it
looked like antique lace; she had a clear plastic liner behind it.
He lowered Sara sliding
her down his body. Stepping around her he pushed her curtain open and turned on
her taps. Lifting the handle to turn the shower on he let the water run, he
turned his attention back to Sara; who was fidgeting wringing her fingers and
chewing on her bottom lip. She looked so sexy standing there, her hair mussed
up from his hands and her neck showed a burgeoning mark from his bite. Her lips
were swollen from his kisses, her body flushed with arousal and beneath her bra
he could see her hardened buds. He felt his cock swelling again. He reached for
the hem of his black polo and pulled it off. He saw her eyes opened a little
wider when she took in his bare muscled chest.
***
Sara watched while Eric
turned on the shower, not knowing quite what to do she just stood there gnawing
on her lip. When he turned and removed his shirt she couldn’t believe how cut
he was. People looked like this in movies and print ads not real life. She was
stunned to see that he had tattoos on his shoulders and one over the left side
of his chest; in the spot you would put your hand when you salute the flag. On
his right shoulder he had what looked like the theater masks of sorrow and
happiness. On his left shoulder he had LOCO SD 619 in old English; on his chest
was a beautiful flower with the name James in cursive with a date November 12 th 1999.
Tentatively Sara reached
out to run her fingers over the tattoo on his chest. When her fingers touch his
tattooed skin his breathes became noticeably faster, his fists balled at his
sides. She looked up to him quizzically and he had a tense almost nervous look.
His lips were pressed together and taunt, his eyes kept shifting searching her
face for a reaction. Almost like he expected her to respond badly or rebuff him
because of his inked skin.
Her eyes shone with
concern her face calm. “Who is James?” she asked lightly while still stroking
her fingers on his chest.
He had to clear his
throat before he spoke. “James was my brother.”
“He passed away?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
The bathroom was filling
up with steam; the mirror had fogged up from the running shower.
“I don’t want to talk
about that right now. Right now I want to take you in that shower before the
hot water runs out.”
He reached behind her unhooked her
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