Release missed directed anger and then self love the lust away.

“What the …” I began to scream at her, wondering how the hell she got into the bathroom, when I knew I had locked the door.

“I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed.” Adrianna said under sincere eyes. Her caramel thighs still spread, the lace of her panties being pulled by her knees. “I thought… never mind.”

She pulled her panties up over her succulent thighs and stepped off, closing the door behind her. My shock and my arousal conflicted, not knowing what just happened. As I gathered my things and wrapped a towel around me, the image of her thick thighs and closely shaven mound repeated in my mind.