Nowhere To Hide

He let go of my chin and he reached for my towel and he hooked a finger in while I breathed heavy, ready to be witnessed by a man for the very first time.

It was just a little pull, just one little tug. Just his finger curling into the top of my towel and pulling and then it all fell away from me.

I’d never been naked in front of a man before, not fully exposed like this. Blake had seen so very much of me but even still I’d kept my dress on and even then, it had been so dark and it had been so fast, all caught in a flurry of a moment.

This was different. This was the towel falling away. This was his eyes on my body as the last stitch of clothing covering me slid down to puddle at my feet and his eyes lingering, slowly moving up and down me like he was memorizing every last inch. This was me exposed, breathing heavily and waiting for his approval.

And taking him in, staring at Lucas as he stared at me. Noting all the ways that he was hard angles and firm flats. Noting all of the edges of him that were rugged with definition and age, the lines in his face and the tension in his body and the capability of him, the way he stood with his shoulders back and his posture firm and confident. The way he stood over me like he was in charge.

“Oh baby girl,” he cooed at me, “You are such a beautiful young thing.”

I bit my bottom lip and felt a flush come into my cheeks. Batting my eyes up at him I smiled and practically bounced on my heels. I felt my heart beating and I felt goosebumps break out over my skin, felt my nipples harden and my sex pulse with heat between my legs.

No part of me really understood why it felt so good to have him approve of me like this, to have him compliment me and call me a girl. But I knew that I liked it and I knew that I wanted it. I wanted him to treat me right, to make good on his promise to show me how a man can treat a woman.

Lucas was a good man, not keen to take advantage of his position of authority. Because he could have. He could have played this all so differently and kept me dangling at the edge of a string. He could have upped the rent unexpectedly when I arrived and then offered to give me the chance to work it off with my body. He could have stumbled in when I was showering. He could have pressed his luck in one way or another, banking on the fact that I was young and naïve and innocent and didn’t know any better.

And you know what? If I was in the mood I was in right now I would have absolutely played along.

But he didn’t. He held back. He made sure. He didn’t push my boundaries and that’s why I knew that I could trust him to treat me right for tonight.

Because this was only for tonight and maybe a few nights down the line. Maybe just a few times where we can have some fun without putting down roots, without making this a permanent thing.

It’s just sex. Just sex with my landlord who is quite literally old enough to be my father and who is reaching for me now, his hand coming up to press into my skin on the side of my ribs and slowly push upwards.

I inhaled the moment he touched me, breathing in slowly and trembling under his fingers. My breath came ragged after that as I felt him press up my ribs until his hand pushed into the bottom of my breast and then my eyes flickered as he moved up and over, cupping and squeezing them in full.

“So perky,” he smiled, marveling at me, “Such a perfect size. I can squeeze them and still manage to have them just fill my hand. And I can catch your nipple between my index and thumb and just pinch, just lightly.”

I gasped as I felt the little shock of pain rush through me, my head rolling back a little as I felt him pinch and then release my nipple.

“Did you like that, baby girl?” he asked me.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, “I loved it.”

“Good,” he cooed, stepping in as his other hand grasped my head and tilted it back while his lips came down to feast on mine.

He pressed them into me, his tongue pushing in forceful and insistent as his hand held my head steady. His other hand ran down my body, releasing my breast and running over my hip and down around to the small of my back before it rushed down to cup my ass and squeeze, hard, pulling me into him.

Pulling me in and having me feel his throbbing bulge pressing against me. All of the sensations familiar and yet so much more intense without the barrier of my towel between us.

So I could feel nearly all of him. So he could feel absolutely all of me.

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