Page 31 of The Only Time

Her eyes drink me in, fixated on the sweat dripping down my chest. I notice her squeeze her thighs together, and my dick starts to harden in my jeans.

“Enjoying a little sun this afternoon?” I ask.

“Yeah, figured I’d get some sun in before the cold weather sticks. Are you done playing with your doll?”

She can’t even keep a straight face. She thinks she’s so funny. I’ll show her.

“As a matter of fact,” I rip my belt buckle open then push down my jeans until I’m standing in only my black boxer briefs. Her eyes are staring at my bulge, which is substantial, if I do say so myself. “I’m exhausted from playing with my dolls. I think I’ll dip in the pool to cool off.”

I kick my jeans to the side and walk over to the pool’s entrance.

She can’t hide her reaction to me.

I see it.

I feel it.

And she is lucky that I’m so fucked in the head, or I’d be balls deep inside of her by now.

I walk down the steps, the warm water not doing much to relieve my aching muscles. I step down until I get waist-deep, then stop.

“What are you doing? You can’t get your arm wet?” she says, trying to act indifferent but I can sense her concern.

I turn to her and smile. “Just going to walk around this end of the pool for a while. Not going any further? Why? Are you worried about me, Mia?”

She rolls her eyes. If only I could slap that luscious ass of hers to teach her poor attitude a lesson.

“Not worried. But don’t expect me to keep changing your clothes like a child if it gets worse.”

I chuckle to myself. She’s got a fire in her. It’s fun messing with her. Maybe that can be my new strategy to deal with my attraction. If she thinks she got an eyeful of me before, just wait until I walk out of this pool with my briefs molded to my dick. That’ll teach her.

But before I get a chance, she stands up from her chair. “I think I’ll go change, maybe get started on dinner. Enjoy.”

When her ass comes into view, I nearly lose my footing. My fingers coil by my sides with the desire to squeeze, to fucking mark those cheeks. Cheeks that are on full display to me. Her skin is tan, which must mean she wears a two-piece often.

Why does that piss me off? And who the fuck does she think she is walking around my house like that? Is she trying to torture me? Now she’s leaving me with a raging hard on and no outlet.

I stomp up the steps of the pool and through the kitchen, leaving water in my tracks. Once inside my bathroom, I rip off my briefs and get into the shower. I move the spray to my right, keeping my left arm out of the direct stream of water.

I grab my dick, stiff and thick, and start to stroke it. My grip is hard and punishing while I chase relief. My eyes close as I picture her perfect body, the sexy blush that drives me wild, andthat ass. I’m coming hard within minutes as I picture painting her ass with my cum.

After the final jolt of pleasure is released, I let my head hang down under the water as I try to compose myself. This is not who I am. I don’t get so crazy for someone that I have to jack off in the shower like a teenager. I don’t even feel satisfied, not even close. This woman is turning my world upside down.

When did this happen? How did this happen?

While I get dressed, I try to pinpoint the time that I lost control of the situation, but I keep coming up short.

It wasn’t instant lust. Sure, I noticed she was beautiful, but I didn’t immediately lose myself over her beauty. So how did it get to this so quickly? There’s just something about her movements, the way she carries herself. It’s all so different, so confident without being arrogant.

When I walk into the kitchen, she’s standing over the stove with a glass of wine in her hands.

She looks up at me and smiles.

I groan and walk over to the fridge. I’m not going to have dinner with her tonight. I’m sick of feeling like this in my own home. I need some space.

As I look up and down the shelves, the aroma from her chicken parmesan drifts past me. Motherfucker, she’s a good cook. Maybe that’s what’s going on, she’s putting me under a spell with her food.

I shake my head. Clearly, I’m losing my mind. Now I think the woman staying with me is magically controlling my mind. Maybe I got an infection from my cut. Do I have a fever? I feel my forehead like it’s going to solve everything.

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