I flung the door to my bedroom open and I noticed I wasn't alone. Turned to my left quickly and my hand caught the switches and I turned it on.
"What are you doing here, Claire?" I asked.
"You're home late," she said.
That didn't answer my question, Claire.
"You're not allowed to step your feet in here. I already moved out of the master's bedroom for you, Claire," I barked.
"This is also my house, Ethan!" she screamed.
"No doubt, Claire," I said.
"I guess I will move out."
"What? You think you can just pack out of our bedroom and now what!! Move out?? Humiliate me??"
"Yes," I said firmly.
Silence.
"No, you can't. I'll leave."
"Are you seeing someone?" she whispered.
I shut the door on her face.
"Get out, Claire."
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With my clothes off I stepped into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror I stared at myself. My body was well defined. Six packs, slim waist, broad shoulders, chiseled jaws.
When I was done looking at myself I stepped into the shower.
The lukewarm water hit my body and my muscles relaxed.
With my eyes closed my mind wasn't still. It was thinking… I was thinking of her. Her image filled my imagination, those slender snow white legs, her eyes, the way her hips swung when she walks, her cleavage which was usually slightly exposed, her lips.
My fingers traced down my torso.
I was already rock hard..
"Fuck!!" I cursed under my breath.
With water pouring down my shoulders I stayed still.
With my fingers wrapped gentle around my d**k, i stroked upwards..
Mmmm a little moan escaped my lips, i moved them again
Downwards this time
It felt good
And at this point i couldn't stop myself from stroking, without my hands stopping mid-section to flick on my pee hole... which sent shivers all over my body.
Soon i felt myself build up as my strokes became strong and faster.
I could hear the sloppy sounds of my hands moving up and down on my flesh.
I was so close now ...
With pleasure shooting out of me and my whole body jolting
Her name escaped my lips in a moan..
"Eeeve" fuck!!!
I shot loads and loads of cream on the bathroom floor.
What the hell is wrong with me
This has never happened before, "i thought", to myself
After washing myself,
I got out the bathroom, wiped my wet body and put on my robe.
Sitting down I flung my chair up on the table and picked up my phone.
Hey I texted.
Few minutes the reply came back.
Yes sir
No sir's please Eve
Don't cringe me out
Okay sir
How are you Eve
I'm great Ethan
You got home safely???
Yes I did Ethan
Okay see you tomorrow
You too Ethan have a nice evening
The conversation ended, but my thoughts lingered like that wasn't all that I wanted to say.