Starting the Day

You stood under the hot spray, letting the water pound against your shoulders and run down your body. The heat felt good, but it did little to soften the insistent throb of your cock. That dream had left you keyed up and frustrated, your erection refusing to fully go away even as steam filled the small bathroom.

After a few minutes you turned the tap off, stepped out, and dried yourself roughly with a towel. Your mind was already drifting toward the rest of the day. No Jenny in sight, no urgent messages, and that odd, nagging feeling that something in the flat just wasn’t quite right still lingered at the edge of your thoughts.

You wrapped the towel around your waist and walked back into the hallway. The flat was quiet — almost too quiet. Usually Jenny would be blasting music or arguing on the phone by now. The silence felt heavier than normal.

As you passed the kitchen, your stomach growled again, louder this time. Breakfast was definitely priority one. You could throw on some clothes and head out for food, see if Jenny was somewhere in the building, or maybe knock on a neighbour’s door under the excuse of borrowing something. After all, the people on your floor (and the ones downstairs) had always been a mixed bag of interesting possibilities.

The day was young, your cock was still half-hard under the towel, and the strange atmosphere in the flat was starting to make your skin prickle.