18.Darra
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I was sure I looked like a gaping fish as my eyes swept hungrily at the sight before me. My gaze hungrily tracked over his body, a delicate layer of vapor coated the shower’s translucent enclosure, not leaving much to the imagination. His shadowy figure could be spotted through the misty partition, leaving nothing to the imagination. My mouth nearly dropped in astonishment. The indistinctive shape of his body could be seen under the torrents of artificial shower, his head tossed back. One of his hands could be seen on the glass partition while the other was trapped between his legs tugging at his massive c**k.
My throat constricted helplessly, my s****l experience could be described as sparse at best and nonexistent at worst. So far, the brief dalliance I’ve dabbled with has been fleeting and could never lead to anything. Sometimes, I ended it after so much as a kiss while occasionally, I went as far as taking off my clothes, but always pulled out before it went any further. I could never make myself take the last step, and eventually I stopped trying altogether. After all, what's the point of doing something I am not going to enjoy? Safe to say, I was not popular among the boys.
Emphasis on the boys. Regardless of my limited experience, I knew what I was seeing could not be normal. I briefly contended with the idea that the steam coating the glass panel made it seem unusually big, but that idea flew out the window when the door opened. Had my jaw not hit its limit, it would have widened further. Looking too edible and sexy for his own good, Drane shamelessly stepped out having no qualms about his nudity, though he had nothing to be ashamed of. Water trickled down in slow rivulets trailing down paths my gaze desperately followed, steam clinging to parts of his skin. Each time our paths cross, our encounters grow more intense—but today threatened to take the cookie. Pounding erratically, I massaged my chest, hoping to reduce constriction.
My gaze locked tight on his face as my bruised heart palpitated dangerously. I was right about his eyes. They pulsed, moving like uncontrolled waves, the maroon lightening to a blood-red color, right before they spread to the edges, coating his sclera in a film of red. It was eery to say the least. There were no iris and pupils, only unforgiving deep rubies. I had little control over how my gaze dropped lower, past his washboard abs to the tantalizing V between his legs. What I believed to be a mistake was actually anything but. The estimated size of that thing was beyond anything I could fathom, and I wondered if it would even fit. It stood fully erect and attentive, the veins obscenely pronounced around the thick girt, the length was already intimidating, but it was nothing compared to the thickness. It looked enough like a human’s to be easily compared save for the underside dotted with tiny ridges from the tip to the head. I could just picture the sensations it would provoke in my body. My gaze roamed freely, feasting happily on the sight before me, saliva pooling in my mouth. I had little doubt he knew the effect he had on me.
He sauntered, the arrogant gait of a man that knew he was attractive and, though his expression was still placid, his eyes twinkled, a tiny dimple deepening on one side of his cheek. All thoughts of using the restroom out the metaphorical window.
He steadily prowled closer and only when my back met the edges of the door did I realize that I may have been taking an involuntary step back. Disregarding his nudity, helplessly melting the material of my panties, he raised his hand gradually, and I followed the movement, his scary sights still pinned on me. It unnerved me more than I could say, but I chose to focus on other things. Like how his c**k wasn't the only part of his body with prominent veins. Traces of it ran through his hands, fanning the flames of my fantasy. My face and body felt too hot, like a cauldron bubbling furiously over a blazing fire. He raised his hand further again, and I squeezed my fist, wondering if he would touch me. My eyes closed on their own, the energy buzzing like a live wire. I waited and waited but when I didn't feel his touch, my eyes opened.
For the first time, I saw this man with a full smile and to say he looked stunning would have been an understatement. He held a small towel to his face, slowly wiping the traces of water on his skin. The gentle action was alluring, and though the laughter was at my expense, I could not bring myself to be ashamed. Even if it was at me and not for me, I could not bring myself to hate it. As he rubbed at his inky black locks, I observed something that set him apart one more. Rather than the usual thin hair of humans, his was denser, the mass standing out more when soaked. I watched enraptured as he dried the root. I had been so lost in thought and struggling to comprehend that when his velvet voice rasped in my ear, a tiny yelp escaped me.
“Need something?” His voice was low, and his face hovered dangerously close to mine.
“Uh—I…” I faltered, my mind going blank.
His mouth twisted, nodding as if coming to a conclusion I was not privy to. Having his gaze on me, it broke my body out in goosebumps. "So you just happened to stumble upon me in the shower".
"Hey!, I might want you as a partner, but I am no pervert".
"Really". He drawled, not blinking.
I stuck out my chin. "Yeah".
"Hmm, so you didn't happen to watch me stroking my c**k in the shower back there".
"That was an accident". I bit out, refusing to be cowed. I could make eye contact for long because it made the hair on my nape stand on end. "I wanted to relive myself".
"And where did the desire go".
"What?". I replied, my mind blank.
“The toilet.” He jerked his chin to the left. “You didn’t use it. Thought it was urgent.”
“It was.” I shot back, my voice sharp with irritation. I raised my chin in defiance, my nose nearly brushing his. I said, “I was— I was just momentarily distracted, alright?”
"Ah" Tsking, he rose to his full height, his eyes going back to normal. "Too bad". He said, taking a step back.
"What?". Was my confused reply, turning to face his retreating back.
"I could have offered a much-needed release, but since you don't need my help. I'm sure you can take care of it on your own".
Reeling, I called out. "Wait - I..." I snapped my mouth shut when he cut off.
"Wash up. You've got drool on your face".
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