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And then I realize, with growing horror, that there’s something dangling between his legs.
A towel? An extra leg? Nope, it’s his completely bare cock.
The same one that I just sat on.
Chapter 2 - Georgia
A strong clearing of a throat snaps me back to reality. I blink, focusing on the naked man standing in front of me.
Not his face, though. Nope. My gaze is stuck lower.
It’s steamy, but the outline? Unmistakable. And impressive.
The shadows from the steam room lights dance along his body, teasing details, but even in this haze, there’s no denying the size. Flaccid, buthefty. There’s really no other way to describe it.
The theme song to theHeftyplastic bag commercial chants through my mind:“Hefty! Hefty! Hefty!”
I snicker.
I bet it’s a realchorelugging that thing around all day.
My eyes trail upward, trying to catch a glimpse of his face but I can only see the outline of that too. I hope he can’t see me well either, because my eyes keeping dropping back like a magnet to his lower half, completely ignoring the rest of him. To be fair, it’s been a while since I’ve been around a naked man.So what ifI’m totally objectifying this stranger right now? Men do this to women all the time.
Oh, and I’m naked.
Holy shit, I need to leave. But…wow.
“Do you realize… you’re in the men’s steam room?” the guy’s voice is deep, silky, and mature. I decide right here that I’d like to record him reading one of my favorite romance novels as he talks me through something sexual.
You can take it.
Try to relax.
Just like that, baby girl.
You’re handling me so well.
Look at you looking like a goddamn masterpiece.
I don’t know how long it takes for me to respond to his question, my mind is off in the gutter, but eventually, it sinks in.
My eyes scan the room, but from this far back, engulfed in the steam, I can’t see a thing. From what I remember, the front looked just like the women’s side I’d been in. I’ve only been here once this summer, but I know they recently remodeled which is probably how I ended up in the men’s by mistake.
Now that I think about it, the sign was in French…
“Shit…” I whisper, realizing my mistake, “I’m sorry. I thought this was the women’s steam room. I also thought I was alone. In here.”
I can’t make out what face he’s making, or how he looks. I want to bat at the steam like a cat, clear it from the air so that I can get a better look at him, maybe let out a purr and ameow!but then I remember,I freaking sat on this guy’s dick!
“S-sorry about sitting on your penis. I obviously didn’t see you there.” I giggle nervously, though I’m not sure how I missed it with the size of that thing. “Is it okay?”
He stays quiet for a moment, then I hear a muffled sound, like a mix between a deep laugh and a concealed cough. Great, this guy either has no sense of humor, or he does, and he’s too uptight to let loose a laugh at this super awkward situation.
Maybe he’s part of that singles party I just left?
Could he be about to take someone home for a date?
Oh, fuck what I’d do for that someone to be me...
