The 'uncomfortable' feeling he'd dodged for most of the evening had returned with a vengeance, as precious seconds felt like minutes as he saw more and more of her bare skin. Just another inch or two...he could almost see the bottom of her breasts and then...
"What are you doing?"
As if they'd been on a hot stove, his hands pulled away, leaving her shirt rising up uncomfortably high on her body. Jordan was scared, hesitant...maybe this was Kaylee's way of trying to get him kicked out. Her skin had felt incredibly hot under him, her body's subtle shifts, and now to hear her, drowsy, hesitant...
"Jordan?"
His breathing stopped. But he couldn't exactly just run away, pretend it wasn't him. Something about the fear, the hesitation in her voice, made his cock perk a bit more even as his voice was uncertain.
"Hey Kaylee." He whispered. "I, uh, thought you were asleep." Not a word of a lie. Maybe, he could convince her she'd been dreaming. "I got home and saw you here..."
...and that's all I did. The rest was a dream.
He stood up slowly, still looking down at her, still in her little tank top and panties, his bulge obvious even in his work pants. "You, uh...should go to bed."
And just like that, the power had swung back to her. He was going to the kitchen, to get the water he'd planned on getting, but not until she left. Not until he'd seen as much as he could, to burn the image of her into his mind. The one he had decided on, even if it wasn't true. Of her, sleeping on the couch, vulnerable, open. He could see the bumps under her top, her nipples hardening and bare, giving no thought to it as he waited for her to make the next move.
"What are you doing?"
As if they'd been on a hot stove, his hands pulled away, leaving her shirt rising up uncomfortably high on her body. Jordan was scared, hesitant...maybe this was Kaylee's way of trying to get him kicked out. Her skin had felt incredibly hot under him, her body's subtle shifts, and now to hear her, drowsy, hesitant...
"Jordan?"
His breathing stopped. But he couldn't exactly just run away, pretend it wasn't him. Something about the fear, the hesitation in her voice, made his cock perk a bit more even as his voice was uncertain.
"Hey Kaylee." He whispered. "I, uh, thought you were asleep." Not a word of a lie. Maybe, he could convince her she'd been dreaming. "I got home and saw you here..."
...and that's all I did. The rest was a dream.
He stood up slowly, still looking down at her, still in her little tank top and panties, his bulge obvious even in his work pants. "You, uh...should go to bed."
And just like that, the power had swung back to her. He was going to the kitchen, to get the water he'd planned on getting, but not until she left. Not until he'd seen as much as he could, to burn the image of her into his mind. The one he had decided on, even if it wasn't true. Of her, sleeping on the couch, vulnerable, open. He could see the bumps under her top, her nipples hardening and bare, giving no thought to it as he waited for her to make the next move.