Chapter 5
Rowan
Cleaning is an understatement.
This place hasn’t seen a broom, mop, sponge, or vacuum in a long time. The dust is the kind that’s so thick it leaves a white film over almost everything. I know it’s not my job, and Gray didn’t ask me to do it, but the neat freak in me has to do some cleaning around here. The sight of some cleaning products under the sink makes me feel like it’s OCD Christmas. There’s a small blue bucket, some rags, and a bunch of bleach sprays. I’m giddy. I feel doing a little happy cleaning dance, but decide I’m too spastic to dance—even alone. Instead it’s just me versus the dust, and I play to win.
A half hour passes and I finally get the kitchen in workable order so that it’s not gross to eat in. I’m probably wasting my time since we’ll only be here for a few days. But, still, I can’t live in a dirty house for any amount of time. When I’m done cleaning I’m all sweaty. It’s what happens when you really clean—it’s a workout. So I decide it’s a perfect time to take that shower. I hope they have towels here, otherwise I’ll be prancing around here naked.
There’s a linen closet between Grayson’s bedroom and the one I’ll probably nest in for the week. It creeks when I open it, but luckily there are some old linens in there. I do a quick smell test to make sure there’s no mildew or anything, but they smell surprisingly odor free. I grab a few and head to the bathroom.
When I’m done showering the room is full of steam. Taking a shower hasn’t felt this good in a long while, probably because I’ve been sitting in a car for a few days. When I’m out I run a towel through my hair and then wrap one around my body before stepping out of the bathroom into the hallway. I can’t help but notice that Grayson’s bedroom door is slightly ajar. Maybe I’m just observant, or maybe I made it a point to look.
I take a step closer, so that I’m right outside his door. I can just barely see him in the light of the hallway. I don’t know why I do this—I’m standing there wrapped in a towel, half naked—but I gently put my fingers on the door and push it open, just a little bit. It doesn’t make any noise like the linen closet did, but it let’s me see him for the first time—really see him. All of him.
The lights in his room are off, and the sun is almost set outside, leaving him there in mostly darkness. The only light is what’s coming in from the crack in the door, and the last lingering bit of sunlight. I’m standing in the doorway, beads of water still gently running down my leg and hitting the old floor beneath me, but I don’t care. Grayson is asleep, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He’s lying on his back, his eyes glued shut, and his body lying on top of his covers.
I don’t know what’s come over me—I know I should respect his privacy, but at the moment I don’t give a shit about that, all I care about is keeping my eyes glued to his hot, naked body. The towel is already loose around my body, and as I move my hip it loosens even more. I’ve always been good at visualization, and right now I’m letting my mind fulfill all of its deepest desires. I imagine myself walking over to the bed while he sleeps and reaching down to caress that massive bulge sticking up from his black boxer briefs. He wont’ wake up at first, but he’ll respond. His body will know what I’m doing as I caress him, brushing my fingers up and down over him, until he’s so rock hard that he’ll have to wake up.
I close my eyes to picture it even more vividly. My heart jumps because I think he might be waking up, and I freeze in position. He’s not waking up, though, he’s only moving—just slightly, but I don’t move. When his body settles I close my eyes again, and my imagination gets back to work.
As I imagine him opening his eyes to the feeling of his own hardness, my hand in real life comes off of his door, and reaches underneath my already loose towel. I left my finger, still moist from the shower, trace the side of my hip until it reaches my clit. When I touch it my whole body convulses, and I have to fight not to gasp. I close my eyes again, my finger moving gently over my wet pussy as my fantasy continues.
In my mind he looks up at me, disorientated, yet aware at the same time. He doesn’t speak a word, he just lets me rub him, and he reaches out and puts his strong hand on my thigh. I pull off his underwear—the only piece of clothing that’s keeping his entire body from being mine—and I see the majesty of his huge erect cock sticking straight up to the sky. It’s beautiful, and the biggest one that I’ve ever seen in my life.
His grip on my leg gets stronger, his fingers digging into my side, and he pulls me gently towards him with his outstretched fingers. I inch even closer, to the point that my leg hits the side of the bed. My towel drops off, fully, into a wet heap on the wooden floor, and I crawl onto the bed as he shifts himself over. I put all of my weight on my left knee as I hoist the right one over his hips, until I’m in a full straddle. He isn’t inside me just yet, but I feel his throbbing manhood moving on it’s own, hitting my ass and my inner thigh.
I lean forward, draping my body over his, and I feel every muscle he’s spent countless hours honing press against the softness of my skin. We kiss—passionately—our tongues dancing as I start to move my hips up and down. He reaches between my legs to put himself inside of me, and I help guide him. I feel the strength of his cock as soon as the tip is in. He breaks through, and I feel every inch of him as I lower myself down, until all of him is buried inside of me. He feels so fucking good. I put my hands on his pecks as I ride him, moving my hips forward and backwards while I watch his eyes roll in ecstasy.
I know he’s going to come any minute, and so am I. He’s hitting me in all the right places, and the excitement of the moment is overtaking both of our bodies. I keep going, calling out his name until. . .
I open my eyes and I’m back in a old house in Arizona. Grayson’s still asleep, but I’m not done yet. My towel really did fall, and I pick the damp linen and head to my own room and close the door. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I’m still somehow caught in the moment. I reach between my legs and imagine me on top of him again—feeling his huge dick all the way up inside of me, straddling it and riding it until he shot his cum everywhere. I let my hands circle over my clit as I imagine it, faster and faster, until my whole body is convulsing like I’m being shocked. I keep my eyes closed, and my mind focused on Grayson as I come, and then I open my eyes, my body exhausted.
I put on a tee shirt and nothing else, crawl up on top of my covers, and close my eyes. Dreams of Grayson only a few minutes away.