Page 163 of S is for SEX

Knowing the people in the gym had no earthly idea of what we were really doing, I wanted to play along, hoping to prolong Otis’ wonder of their voyeuristic nature.

“What?” I asked as I glanced up at him.

He shrugged his shoulders as he reached down to pull up his jeans, “They left after the show was over, but they got to see me jack it on your pretty little mug.”

“Well, at least they stuck around until the grand finale,” I said as I tossed the wadded up towel onto the top of the glass table.

After I found my shorts and panties, I got dressed. Otis was good for me in a really, really bad way. Saying no to him was impossible, and I liked that about him. He fully realized he was my Kryptonite, rendering me powerless in his presence, but although he might press right up against a few boundaries, he never took advantage of me. Knowing when to stop was a strength he seemed to naturally possess.

As we walked out of the room and into the hallway, he turned toward the gym and grinned.

“They got a hell of a show at the end,” he said with a nod.

I stopped and shook my head, laughing inside at the fact the glass was a one-way mirror.

“It’s one-way glass,” I chuckled.

He shook his head, “Not when the lights are off in the pool room and dimmed in the gym. It reduces the reflective nature of the glass. They saw us, believe me.”

I considered what he said, realizing my eyes were closed at the end while he pounded against the glass. After a short consideration, I decided he was simply toying with me. I’d worked out in the gym on several nights of my week long stay, and all I had ever seen was my reflection.

“You’re full of shit,” I said.

He reached toward the door handle and pulled the door open.

“Go inside and look at the glass, smart ass,” he said as he tossed his head toward the door.

“Fine,” I huffed as I stepped through the open door and into the gym.

Although the lights were on, they were dimmed to a very low level of light, no different than they were when the couple was working out. I glanced around the room, and after a few seconds of my eyes adjusting to the lighting, I glanced at the mirrored wall.

The mirrored wall was no longer a mirror, but only a darkened sheet of glass. I gazed into the adjoining room and focused on the cum-covered towel I had wadded up on the glass table. As my mind filled with shock, my body and spirit filled with an eerie sense of sexual satisfaction knowing the couple had watched him fuck me and jack off on my face.

As I reached for the door handle I realized my life was going to be turned upside down in a very short period of time. Having Otis as a lover was something I knew very few women on this earth could handle, and I was one of the select few who were able.

Hell, I was probably the only one.

I opened the door, turned toward him and grinned, “What are we going to do when we get back to the room?”

“Could you see through the glass? See the pool?” he asked over his shoulder as he turned away.

“Yes,” I said.

He nodded his head.

“So what are we going to do when we get back to the room? Sleep?” I asked again.

“Back to the room? We aren’t going to the room,” he said as he turned down the hallway which led to the parking lot.

“Where are we going, back to the bar?” I asked.

“Nope, going out to the bike,” he said, “I want to lick your pussy while you’re sitting on my bike.”

Somewhat shocked by his statement, but excited at the thought, I spun in his direction.

“In the parking lot?” I asked excitedly.

“Yep,” he responded as he opened the door.

I glanced out into the parking lot at his motorcycle. As I gazed at the silhouette in the glow of the parking lot lights, I began to itch all over. Within a second or so, my pussy began to tingle. I glanced up at him and grinned as I stepped through the door.

“Sounds good to me,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders and walked past him.

Having Otis in my life again was not only going to be a challenge, but would require some significant adjustments.

Adjustments I was more than willing to make.

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