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The door has already closed, and I am inside facing it.
“Want me to come back later?” I try to work out what to do, and what to do with my own towel.
“Oh, and I didn’t see your… I mean. Nothing.”
There is awkward silence, but I had, and it was thick, and smooth. With big veins, and a massive crown.
I go to lift my towel, but pause. Lorenzo has just seen my breasts, and it is not the biggest towel either. If the wood is ultra hot, and I sit, my towel-less legs will burn.
“It’s okay,” Lorenzo says, huskily.
I turn, and try not to look at him, but I have to, to sit. Finally, I climb over his long, tanned, sweat covered legs and the towel on his crotch.
I sit on the other side of him, and we sit in silence. After a minute, I start to calm. Screw it, I look better than I used to. I have worked hard on my body, and for the first time in my life, I’m proud of it.
As I think about that, I start to get worried because sweat starts running down my neck, and chest. It feels good. I am also getting turned on being this close and topless. My nipples are now pebbling.
Not now. Not now. Not now.
We have not had time to catch up, and talk about the Napa Valley trip, because on the way home, Lorenzo had to read movie scripts.
I flew us half the way, and it was fun! It would have been more fun talking, but Lorenzo’s work demands are intense.
It’s nice to see him, and I finally lay back, and relax, my eyes closed. “Thanks, again, for Napa.”
“My pleasure,” he says husky and deep.
“There were a lot of beautiful women at the party.”
“Were there?” Lorenzo asks. “Not my thing. Anymore.”
I open my eyes to take his perfect body in. His eyes are closed, but I am careful anyway. Lorenzo rubs the back of hisneck, and sweat runs down his shoulders, his perfect chest, and his abs. The towel is just sitting over his crotch, and it’s not covering much.
“So, you’ve fully retired, even from looking?” Lorenzo does not answer.
“Then, what was the other night?” I ask. “When that woman screamed your name when she… came?”
Lorenzo turns to me, and he looks at me with dark eyes now open. “Just a release.”
I gulp as he leans back, again. His eyes are on me, and my nipples are getting hard, and big.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m pretty sure she was releasing.”
We sit in silence for a while. I just have to know.
“What were you doing with her?”
There is no answer, but more sweat runs down his chest, abs and it disappears between his legs. To where I’d seen. Lorenzo closes his eyes, and I get impatient. “What were you… ”
“Everything!” he says, coldly and detached.
I sigh, and it is not at all what I expected.
“What kind of things?” I ask nervous, but needing to know. There is a long period of silence, and it’s as if he can read my mind.
“Look, it’s not healthy, we were not making love.”
“Were you having sex?”
