"I... had a bad dream..." she whispered, remembering how she had played it out in her mind. Can't sleep... can't stop thinking of him... of daddy... and... hearing how he almost could have gotten killed. She felt so... wet...
"Oh, is that so?" His bed creaked as he pushed himself to sitting, reaching for his glass on the night stand. He took back several swigs, feeling rather dry, yet at the time feeling rather full of liquid, needing to take a leak. Whodoesn't'race like a piss-horse' when they're drinking? Comical sort of drunken take on 'piss like a race-horse.'
"Can I sleep with you, daddy...?" she asked, stepping back as he moved, her voice small and little more than a breath from her lips.
"Mmmmh," he grumbled, putting the glass back, "Mommy might be upset, sweetie, you sure?"
"I'm sure, daddy..."
He saw her head nod up and down, her hair in pig tails.
"Well daddy needs to take a leak, so are you going to wait here or are you going to come to the bathroom with daddy-?"
"I-I can come!" She bounced on her toes, whispering excitedly.
"Well alright, hopefully I don't fart."
"Hee-hee, I hope not."
"Crazy girl," He dropped character a moment, trying to think, strategizing. It would be rather strange to be caught together in the hallway going to the washroom... was hereallygoing through with it? "I'll go first, leave the door unlocked, then you come after. If you're seen in the hall or... bloody hell I hope you're not seen leaving my bedroom, just say you wanted to... I dunno, thank me for our lovely meal at the restaurant I guess, cool? Then if they ask me, I'll have the same answer, our stories will match up."
"O-okay, sir..." She nodded again, the plan whispered in her ear... it only made her feel more heat pooling at the pit of her stomach. His deep, commanding voice, instructing her... commanding her. She'll do anything for daddy...
She watched him go, and as he opened his bedroom door, the subtle light from the hallway spilling in, she saw his muscular silhouette, shirtless... wow... he was like a body-builder.
She listened, heard the bathroom door quietly shut, and then slunk out in his wake, glancing to the master bedroom as she went. The washroom will be well lit... she couldn't wait to get a good look at him. He looked so... impressive...
The door opened easily enough, kept the knob turned as she opened the door, and watched him as he stood before the toilet. She slowly released the knob, then grabbing the one on the inside of the door she turned that and slowly closed the door before finally releasing the knob with ease once more and clicking the lock.
The moment the lock clicked, she turned to him and with a hand at his lower back, stood to his right side where he reached down.
"Ooo, daddy needs to pee..." She whispered in the cool, brightly lit, tiled washroom.
"Yeah, but I don't usually have company when I do so..." He was trying to concentrate, sure he had a cell mate before and they shared the stainless steel toilet in their cell... but the guy wouldn't bestandingthere with him,watching."Just... be quiet a minute, okay? I need to focus... don't usually have anaudience."
"O-okay... I'll be quiet..." She gazed upon his face, looking up at him with her head falling to the side, a smile growing on her face as she watched him studiously concentrate on getting a flow started. She looked down, and could see his soft shaft gripped in his hand, pointed down to the bowl below with the toilet seat up. He was only wearing boxers and she could see his thickly muscled legs... the ones she had so much fun bouncing on... tattoos peppering him here and there.
But his muscled torso... that's what she found the most striking. His abdominal muscles, his pecs, she could see a thick vein on his nearby bicep, and on the back of his forearm as he reached to his... dick...
She leaned to the side and glanced to his back and the tattoos there before she jumped slightly, hearing the loud stream of water start.
"Ahhhh..." Chris sighed, "And... yeah, I don't think I need to fart, so that's good-"
"Pfft!" She scoffed, covering her mouth as she tried to hold back a laugh.
"Well c'mon, girls are like that too, aren't you? Peeing requires relaxation, relaxation sometimes brings with it... y'know...p'bbbb!"He blew a raspberry with his tongue, albeit tried to keep it quiet and subtle.
Julie snorted, turning away from him and taking a step, trying to keep her giggles in.
"Heh-heh, okay, finds toilet humor funny... noted... though this is more 'literal' toilet humor than I've ever known." Still his stream ran, and he heard a fresh bout of muffled giggles leave the girl. He found it adorable... endlessly adorable... impossibly adorable. And of course after so long around just dudes and the occasional uptight female guard, it did his heart well to hear a girl giggle knowing that it was happeningpurelybecause of his own foolish sense of humor. Thathewas making her laugh... it warmed his cold, dead heart more than she could ever know, and he gazed lovingly upon her as he kept his stream in the water with simple muscle memory.
"Hooo... hooo... hooo..." She'd fought off a laughing fit though it felt like she could break out again at any moment, her eyes watering. Was shereallyfinding such juvenile jokes so funny?! She took breaths, just trying to keep the fit under control, and started to focus on his dick to try and get her mind on... something else. She caught his gaze on her, ripping her eyes from his member for a moment as they shared eye contact as his stream slowed. A bashful smile spread on her lips, her blushing cheeks rising as she grinned, and bit her lip as she looked away... with a quick side-glance to his crotch again, and looked once more as he began to shake his thing.
"Enjoy the show?" he whispered.
She snorted through her nose again, her lips pressed together. Keep it together, Julie!Whywas she laughing so much? Nervous? Bashful? Was she... in love? She only just met himthatday... but... the things she'd done with him... that she... wanted to maybe... try doing again...
"I'll take that as a 'yes.'" He replied to her laughter, and after flushing the toilet went to the sink to wash his hands.