I needed to shower anyway. That hotel had a sort of dinginess that clung to my pores. Long after leaving the place, I still smelled it with every breath I took in. And it was both annoying as it was disgusting.
So, I headed to the bathroom. As the warm water ran over my body, I squirted some soap into my hand and grabbed my dick, sliding the suds along my shaft. The slick warmth had me fantasizing about what it would be like to have Cadence’s wet pussy surrounding my dick.
In fact, I wondered what it would be like to have her thick, plump lips surrounding my cock, sliding it in and out of her delicate mouth.
Dear God, I wanted to fuck her so hard. I wanted to undo her in the most devastating of ways. Because she was doing the same thing to me. With every second of my life since first meeting her.
Pressure built in my dick, hardening, and bulging as my climax drew nearer. I leaned against the wall and exhaled a deep sigh. Pleasure bled through me, filling me with warmth. Two more strokes and I was coming. Hot liquid spilled from the tip of my dick onto the floor of the tub before being caught by the water, washing away down the drain. I jerked and twitched as my hand continued to slide along my shaft, pushing out every last drop of my ejaculation.
Though the release was nowhere close to what the real thing would probably feel like, it was enough to get me through the day at least. Maybe.
I finished with my shower then dressed and headed outside to gather more wood to stack up against the fireplace. I had barely gotten started when Cadence showed up. Relief flooded through me as I settled my gaze on her car, followed by her smiling face as she climbed out from behind the wheel.
She instantly went to the trunk and pulled out several bags. Her arms were full as she headed toward the front door of the cabin. I jogged to catch up and took the load from her, carrying the bags inside and setting them on the counter in the kitchen.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey.” I took several of the bags from her.
“Thanks,” she said. “There’s more in the trunk.”
I stared at her with wide eyes. “How much more?”
She laughed. “You’ll see. Take that in and come back out, would you?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said and did as she asked.
I met her at the door again. She smiled. I couldn’t help but return the gesture. Then I asked, “What happened last night?”
She stared at me confused and held out another load of bags. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t text when you got home,” I said, taking the bags.
Her cheeks reddened. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I must have forgotten.”
I nodded, believing her. I wasn’t sure about her embarrassment, but it didn’t matter. She was standing in front of me, as perfect as the day we met, and I no longer cared that messaging me slipped her mind.
“You are perfectly fine. No apology is necessary. I’m just glad that you’re okay and in one piece,” I said.
She cleared her throat, chuckled nervously, and then said, “Yeah” as she turned for another load of bags.
“How much more do you have back there?” I asked.
She turned around, smiling, and shrugged.
I chuckled and shook my head, carrying the next load inside.
After helping her finish unloading the back of her car, she helped me with putting everything away. While we worked, we got to talking again. Somehow, we ended up on the topic of food. One of her favorite topics, apparently.
And not because she was a curvy woman. I loved her curves. Her curves are part of what gave her so much appeal. I was a man who preferred women with meat on their bones. And she was perfect. Those boys who desired stick-figure women would never understand satisfaction from a woman like Cadence.
That’s when an idea came to mind.
“You know, before you leave, you should let me show you my gratitude for everything you’ve done for me by making you lunch,” I said.
She smiled wider. “Okay. That sounds amazing.”
A buzzing sound vibrated through the air, pulling my attention. I glanced at my phone sitting on the kitchen table. Its screen was lit up with a phone call. I had turned off the sound to focus on my company and making myself at home. Whoever it was could wait until later.