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I notice the light is on in the bathroom because I can see it under the crack of the door, but when I knock, no one answers. I assume Robyn left the light on accidentally before going to bed, finding the knob unlocked, so I open the door.
I see her reflection in the large mirror before I see her physically. Robyn's body is slightly pink from the heat of the bath, steam rising in the air above her, one bent leg up on the side of the tub, her toenails lacquered a deep red. I understand why she can't hear me; she has buds in her ears to listen to her iPod. Her eyes are closed, her head back, her hair draped over the side of the tub. I see the tops of her full, creamy breasts rising above the soapy, bubbly water.
My cock stirs and aches, fully erect, almost poking out of my robe. I know I have to leave, but she is unfairly enticing, her cheeks and chest slightly flushed, a few beads of water dripping down the delicate curve of her calf and knee. I find myself paralyzed, immobile, as one of Robyn's feminine hands slips into the water between her legs, her lips parting slightly in a barely audible moan. What and who is she thinking about? I need to leave, but there seems to be a barrier between my brain and my limbs, blocking all signals and warnings.
Then Robyn's eyes open and she sees me standing not two feet from the tub, a rapt expression on my face. She rips out her ear buds as I back up towards the door, banging my hip painfully on the side of it as I exit the bathroom and sequester myself in my bedroom, soundlessly closing the door behind me.
I sit at the edge of my bed to quell the dizziness and shock. The sides of my robe part and my cock springs out, mocking my misery. I know I have no choice but to deal with him, and I reach out to grab him, but the sound of knocking on my door startles me. I brace myself for confrontation, wrapping my robe tighter around me, shrouding my body and evidence of my plentiful need behind the door.
Robyn stands there, dripping tiny puddles of water right on the threshold of my door, barefoot, naked but for a white silk robe. Surprisingly, her expression is not angry or upset, but her eyes are a deep blueberry. I try not to peek, but can see her hardened nipples, visibly poking through the thin fabric of her robe. My cock twitches. I can't speak.
"You like sneaking up on women while they masturbate?" she asks huskily, stepping into my room and shutting the door behind her, her eyes fixated on mine. Robyn comes up so close to me that I can feel the hot beads of water evaporating off of her skin. Small rivulets course down the V of her considerable cleavage. She literally stepped out of the bath and put on this robe without toweling off first. At the thought, my disobedient dick makes an impromptu appearance, drawing Robyn's gaze to the display.
With a raised eyebrow, her eyes widen at my generous length and girth. Her hungry look worsens the throbbing in my loins, and I try not to pounce on her, waiting for her to make the first move.
"I'm sorry for intruding," I respond finally, knowing she nonetheless expects and deserves an apology. But by the look on her face, she didn't come here for that purpose.
Robyn doesn't respond, but makes no move to leave. "There's something about you, Fletcher..." she tells me in a near-murmur, glancing again at my rigid cock, which I make no attempt to conceal, then up at me. I say nothing, trying to keep my eyes level with hers instead of wandering to the crest between her thighs, the slightly darker area that appears beneath her robe. I long to press my mouth to her tenderness, to taste her youthful flesh.
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