Page 56 of Hot Four Teacher
I open the photo, which is of her top half, but everything salacious is covered with bubbles.
I can’t help but smile. Last night at dinner, this woman told me she was boring, yet she’s kept me on my toes since I’ve met her.
A text comes through right after the photo.
See? You can’t even see anything. You can come keep me company while not feeling like a creep.
We may not have known each other long, but I have a feeling that she’s not going to let this go.
Standing up, I head toward the bathroom. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my libido in check. I give a quick knock before walking inside.
My eyes immediately fall on Michelle. Neck down, she’s almost completely submerged under the water and covered with bubbles, but I can see the top of her breasts and knees. Now, I can’t stop thinking about what everything looks like in between.
“You rang?” I say with a smile.
“Well, I was sitting in here, bored. And I figure you were probably bored too, so we should be bored together.”
“Can’t argue with that logic,” I say while sitting on the closed toilet seat. “Are you starting to warm up?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“I put your clothes in the dryer. They shouldn’t take too long to finish.”
“No rush. My daughter isn’t coming home tonight, so I’m not on a time crunch.” She turns her body so that her forearms rest on the side of the tub. “Maybe I could even…stay. You know, if you wanted me to.”
I find myself cheesing like a son of a bitch once again. “There is no way in hell I’m going to say no to that.”
I try not to notice how part of her ass is poking through the bubbles.
She rolls onto her back again. “Man, I would kill for this tub. Mine isn’t nearly this big.”
“How about you can come over here and use mine whenever you want?”
“Be careful what you wish for.” She flashes a wicked smile.
“I wouldn’t mind at all. A gorgeous woman naked and wet in my bathtub? Sign me up. It’s about time the thing got some use.”
“Next time, maybe you’ll have to get in here with me.”
Stay strong. You’re a good man. You’re a good man.
The more I repeat the mantra in my head, the less I’m believing it.
“I’d like that,” I tell her, bringing out her little grin again.
“Okay,” she says. “I think I’m going to get out before I get all pruny.”
“I’ll give you some privacy. There are clothes on the bed, and I made some coffee. Do you want a cup?”
“That would be great. With cream and sugar if you have them.”
I hurriedly leave the bathroom before I see something I shouldn’t.
My next few minutes are spent fixing two cups of coffee and having a seat back in my recliner. Soon enough, Michelle comes walking out of the bedroom.
And mother of God, I had no idea how sexy she would look in my t-shirt. Sure I saw it last night, but this is different.
I’m doing my best not to leer, but seeing her small pink nipples poking through the fabric makes it pretty damn difficult. I’m also very aware that she’s not wearing anything at all underneath.
