“Sure, that would be great. I won’t take long, just gimme five and I’ll be with you.” Again, the thought of being with him springs to the front of my mind.
“No worries, just make your way through the kitchen when you’re ready.”
I watch him walk away with my dog and then jump into action, grabbing my kit from my bag before heading for the shower.
As soon as the hot water pours over my head, I feel the tension wash away, my mind filled with thoughts of the fucking gorgeous man who sauntered off moments before. As I begin to imagine his mouth on mine, his hands caressing and stroking my body, my dick grows stiff. Reaching for my body wash, I squeeze a small amount into my palm, then, with long, slow strokes, my hand rubs up and down my aching dick. When, in my head, his mouth closes over the head of my cock, a deep groan bursts from my lips. My fist picks up speed and rubs my full length harder and faster. Feeling the tell-tale tingle in my spine as my orgasm builds, my head tips back as I rest against the wall. My balls tighten and draw up into my body and my legs spread wide, the muscles locked, as the tremors grow in intensity. Fuck! Yeah, this is it. My hand tightens around my rock-hard dick as my orgasm shoots from my body. His name is on my lips as I keep stroking the ribbons of cum from my body: “Troy, Troy, Troy.” The last call barely a whisper, I slump and release my spent cock. Gazing at the wall opposite, I see the stripes of semen slide down the glass. Fuck, I have never come that much. Like, ever!
Strength returning to my legs, I quickly wash my hair and body, making sure to remove my ejaculate from the glass. Switching off the shower, I step out and search for my towel. Shit, I didn’t bring it. But there, on the vanity unit, next to my folded clothes, is a dark blue, luxurious towel. I’m sure as shit that wasn’t there when I undressed. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Troy must have come back in! Shit, what if he saw or heard me? What am I going to do?
Rapidly finishing drying off my body, I comb through my hair, tying it at the nape of my neck with the leather band I’d wrapped around my wrist. My mind still races a mile a minute at the thought of him seeing me, even watching me for a moment. Is this going to be the end of my visit here? This guy owns fifty percent of the company; he could ask me to leave the minute he sees me. Stuffing my dirty clothes in my bag, ready to leave if he sends me packing, I dress in board shorts and a short-sleeved, button down shirt
Padding through the kitchen, bare feet scarcely making a noise, Boss hears me and lopes in through the open French doors. Troy follows him and I freeze as he looks at me; is that a spark of interest in his eyes? I watch his mouth as the tip of his tongue darts out and dampens his lips before he pulls the corner of his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down. Here we go.