“Which one is yours?” she asks, venturing out into the wide corridor lined with plush red carpeting.
“Ummm. All of it, I guess. It’s just me up here,” I tell her.
“Not the whole floor,” I’m quick to add. Sensing that Megan from Kansas here might not be used to the good living that going private has afforded me.
She looks suddenly lost, the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows dazzling her eyes as well as her other senses.
I step past her, deliberately making sure I keep a safe distance, and fumble for my keys.
Trying to balance two sets of bags, a ten pin of a hard-on as well as my keys,andkeep an eye on her isn’t working out.
She rushes over to help.
“Sorry…Just admiring the view. It’s—,” she starts to say.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, finishing her sentence and making her blush.
I’m looking at her, not the skyline and she knows it.
But I can tell she’s not used to hearing that, so my reflex is to tell her again.
My instinct is to show her just how beautiful she is.
But I still don’t know if an older guy is what she really wants… Especially after the day she’s just had.
“Harry?”
“Yuh.”
“Would you have asked me home if I wasn’t… Ya know. If there wasn’t some psycho killer after me,” she asks.
“You mean, like on adate?” I ask straight back. My voice cracking like a teenage boy’s.
The hormone level in my balls that have risen somewhere around my ears at about the same level.
“I- I guess….,” she murmurs, looking like she’s losing confidence.
Say it. Just say it or I will!
“But would you? I mean… Ugh! I dunno what I’m trying to say,” she sighs. Fluttering her eyes and shaking her head.
Shaking that chest of hers.
But shaking off the idea, thinking I’ll be offended or laugh if she says what I know she must be feeling.
“You really wanna know?” I rasp. Watching her swallow hard as she starts to breathe heavier.
Her bouncy castle tits are like moons. Her beach pebble nipples getting stiffer by the second.
My pulse thundering in my ears, my heart thrashing against my ribs with the beat of a drum echoing from some primal depth inside me.
I think she wants to know Harry…
I guess I gotta choose.
Tell her how I really feel, which I’m bound to anyway. Or stay quiet and go insane, join a monastery and wear a hessian sack.
Either way, I don’t want to frighten her. A man my size, thinking the things I’m thinking I wanna do to her.