“All yours bro,” Erica said with a pleasant, innocent smile.
“Thanks,” I stammered.
What had this woman done to my brain? I never stammered around beautiful women. I was confident that most women would find me attractive, even if I hadn’t had a lot of time in my old life for dating. I could easily find the words needed to speak to a pretty girl, make her laugh and have a good time. But Erica had scrambled my brain, making me think and act like a pimply teenager in high school trying to ask out his crush. That wasn’t me at all.
If she wanted to play this game, then so was I.
I let my hands drop away from my crotch, and my erection bounded free like an escaping prisoner, pointing directly at Erica. I saw her eyes widened just a touch, her lips part slightly and I thought I saw surprise in her beautiful blue eyes. My plan had worked. I had rattled her.
Ever since I was young, I had always had quite a large dick. Like most boys I’d measured it when I started getting erections and had even compared it to one’s I’d seen in pornography magazines. Even sneaking a peak at other guys in the locker rooms when they were changing. Whilst I wasn’t the largest I’d seen, I definitely knew I wasn’t small. By the shocked looked on her face, Erica knew a decent sized rod when she saw one.
“Thanks,” I said again, this time with far more confidence. “Chuck the towel with the laundry, and I’ll wash it later.”
“Yeah…I’ll do that,” Erica said, as if in a trance.
I saw her shake her head out of the corner of my eye as I turned around and grinned to myself. “Yeah, that’s right Erica, I can play this game too.” I thought to myself.
“Oh, Erica?” I turned back to face my new sibling, not caring to cover myself at all.
“Yeah?” she replied, the towel now wrapped around her torso.
“Why were you using my shower?” I asked. It had been her shower and room before I arrived, but I wanted to make sure she knew this was my place now.
“I left some things here,” she said hurriedly. “I thought I might be able to get in a shower before you woke up, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said with a smile. “Just ask next time, I don’t mind sharing.”
I turned my back on her before she could reply, but I saw the heat rise to her cheeks, and the usually flirtatious, flaunting mega-babe had been surprised by my actions. She had lost control of the situation, something I assumed had rarely ever happened, if it had ever happened at all. I turned the shower on to a scorching hot blast of pressure, squeezed some shampoo into my palm, and started working myself to a much-needed climax. I didn’t even wait to hear the door close, signalling Erica leaving the bathroom and flat, if she heard the audible squelching as my fist worked my tool, so be it.
I didn’t even try to dispel the images of her flawless naked body, and after a few minutes I was painting the tiles of the small shower with my seed.
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