Page 6 of Emilio
I’m left in my room where the stalker was at. I can smell the freshly cleaned sheets, towels along with everything else that had to be cleaned. There was no way I would have been back to my room to sleep if the room hadn’t been properly cleaned.
I yawn while walking over towards my bathroom. I have every intention on taking a bath with bubbles to help soothe me. I’m scared, anxious and now sexually frustrated. I need something to take the edge off.
Running the water in the bathtub, I strip out of my clothes. I flick my fingers under the water faucet to check the temperature before adding bubbles. I grab a towel off the rack and place it on top of the toilet. My nipples are pebbled while begging for attention. I’m not even going to think about the amount of arousal coursing through my body from being so close to Emilio.
I shouldn’t be this attracted to him. I shouldn’t be this horny to a random person but I can’t help it. I want to jump on his lap, pull his pants down and ride him until we’re both writhing in pleasure.
“Jesus. I’m too sexually frustrated to concentrate,” I mutter to myself.
Carefully, I climb into my tub after making sure the water is just right. I’m rubbing the bubbles over my skin when one of the bottles along the edge of the tub fall to the ground.
The clambering noise is loud, echoing throughout the bathroom.
“Larysa!”
In seconds, the door to my room pushes open and Emilio is standing in front of me. “What happened?”
My tongue feels like lead in my mouth. He’s only wearing tight Armani briefs. Why is this happening to me? I shouldn’t be this turned on by him. I shouldn’t be looking at him like I’m a hungry bitch who is starving over a random guy.
“I’m fine,” I manage to say. “The bottle fell to the floor.”
He’s looking at me up and down while concentrating on the mounds of my tits which are flirting under the soap. I cover my boobs in hopes of maintaining some modesty but the damage had been done. He saw them.
“Fuck. Be careful next time!”
Emilio doesn’t say anything else while spinning on his heels to get out of my room.
My lips open to ask him to come back.
I choose to keep my invitation to myself.
