I edged my fingers along the beautiful petaled hem and looked at the clock. Dinner was still several hours away. I didn’t want to get anything on it.
I decided to wear the lingerie though. I slipped it on, finding that it was sized perfectly. It cupped my small breasts nicely, giving me some pretty epic cleavage in the process. The panties framed my bottom beautifully too. I twisted and turned in the mirror, knowing that this was by far the best underwear I’d ever laid my fingers on, let alone worn.
I blushed when I saw that my bottom was still pink.
Feeling antsy, I dressed in a t-shirt and yoga pants before I bounded out of my room. I wanted to go on a walk to soothe the agitation in my limbs, but I didn’t really have a destination in mind, so I just wandered around the house. I studied the rooms that I’d helped him design, taking pride in how homey and beautiful the mansion had become. It was really a home.
I walked through the theater and meandered past the sauna. When I passed the pool, I heard a noise and paused outside the door.
I heard it again, realizing it was splashing of some kind and decided to peek inside. Mason was swimming.
His body sliced through the water as easily as a hot knife through butter. My mouth went dry as I glimpsed his bare torso for the first time. His chest was hard and chiseled. I watched as he flexed and swam through the water. His front stroke was perfect and when he reached the other side, he pushed off the wall and did the backstroke the entire length of the pool.
My gaze dipped a bit lower.
He was wearing a pair of swim trunks unfortunately, which covered up what I really wanted to see. What would he look like naked? Would his cock be just as massive as I thought it would be?
His head turned my way and I quickly retreated, pressing my back against the wall and hiding until I heard him swimming again. When I was certain he’d gone back to what he was doing, I peeked back inside and watched him for a while longer.
His body was so hard. Every muscle was chiseled perfection. His shoulders were wide and strong while his torso was lean and trim. Looking at him like this, I now fully understood how he’d been able to pin me down when I’d been over his knee. I’d kicked and squirmed and done everything I could to escape him, but he’d been so much stronger.
I licked my lips, feasting on the sight of him until he stopped and climbed out on the other side of the pool. I could hear him breathing, only slightly winded. He’d swum hard and as he turned to the side, I saw that his cock was hard too.
I fled before he could see me, rushing back to my bedroom hastily. When I reached my wing, I closed the door and leaned back against it with a sigh of relief.
I took several moments to gather myself. Eventually, my breathing returned to normal, and I climbed into bed. Feeling exhausted all of a sudden, I closed my eyes and told myself that I would sleep for a little while.
I woke up several hours later, just in time for dinner.
Just in time for me to be fashionably late again…
I grinned and hopped out of bed.