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By *taker OP Man 34 weeks ago
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I tossed Chelsea a white t-shirt that was long enough to cover her dignity and squeezed passed her to the bathroom. I stripped off, stepped under the shower, turned it on, leant against the side wall, closed my eyes and let the warm water spray over me. For a minute or two I was totally relaxed.
Three quick raps on the door. 'Do you need a hand in there ? I'm a carer, I've washed a lot of cocks in my time, especially old ones like yours'. I actually chuckled, 'cheeky bitch' I thought. 'Did you just laugh ?' She pried. 'No, I'm OK and I just coughed. Help yourself to the vodka.' I said, changing the subject.
'Lovely, I'll pour one for you aswell' her voiced trailed off as she went in search of the booze. 'Excellent pyschological skills' I thought to myself. 'Just like when the kid wants some chocolate and you don't want them to have it, so you offer them something less bad for them, and they're happy with the alternative.'
I dried myself, sprayed myself with my Boss deodorant and aftershave. Wrapped a large towel around me, picked up my discarded clothes and exited the bathroom. I put my dirty clothes in the 'dirty washing bag'.
Chelsea had drawn the curtains back and opened the twin doors to the balcony, where she was sitting on a chair. Her legs were crossed, causing the t-shirt to ride up high, showing lots of thigh. She had a glass in her hand, she lent forward, picked up the other glass, and beckoned me to sit on the other chair opposite her. When I was seated I took the glass, we clinked our drinks together and said 'Cheers'. The drink was a bit stronger than I'd previously poured, but another two drinks in, we were actually chatting normally, and the alcohol strength was forgotten about.
Then she did that Sharon Stone thing from Basic Instinct. |
