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💘5: FIVE💘

WHEN both of you lock gazes, something eccentric travels through you as both of you check each other out with lustful eyes. Well, even if you were in a dilemma, you very well couldn't not do that. Not when she was so beautifully crafted and wonderfully exotic. Her skin is the colour of coffee latte, light brown. Her long hair is loose, whooshing all around her in a sexy way.

After about half a day of staring at each other -maybe not, but staring at each other's assets so clearly in display- she raises her brow at you in a questioning way.

'What?' you say to her, unsure of what she is asking of you.

'Is that how you greet good morning where you are from little bird?' she says as she crosses her arms across her chest, the actions lifting her breasts. You gaze at them in a lewdly satisfying way.

'I don't remember greeting you good morning,' you simply tell her.

'Ah, you seem to have forgotten so soon little bird. But, you screamed, you screamed so loudly that I thought there was a hire killer for me.'

'Why would you think that?' you ask her with a questioning brow.

'People try to kill me everywhere I go little bird. It is not like I had a choice in any of this,' she says to you in an absentminded manner.

'In any of what?'

'What made you scream?' she asks you. The question diverts you from your own question. 'You didn't scream when that asshole was yelling your ears off on the phone.'

'You heard that?' you ask. You were so sure that she was asleep then.

'From get a cab and do it in there!' she mimicked Marcus impeccably. You laugh at the imitation. 'He sounds like the horny husband of a pregnant wife. I bet he needs a hard fuck.'

'How on earth do you know that?' you say in surprise. 'His wife is indeed pregnant at the moment, heavily gravid. She is due any day.'

'Well little bird, I am always right. Besides, why is the shower running without you getting into it?' She leans against the wall as she reaches for her hair with her left hand and runs her long properly manicured fingers through it. The action causes her left breast to rise temptingly and your gawking eyes follows the wonderful motion. 'Little Bird?' Her voice cause your eyes to leave the sight and look into her eyes.

'Ah,' you said without a bit of shame at being caught ogling her. You point to the shower with one of your fingers. 'That,' you say, 'that was what made me scream. The water is too hot. It is almost scalding.'

'That explains the glowing seductive redness around your chest,' she says to you with a smirk. You scoff at her words, trying to appear unbothered in the least when in actuality her words makes your insides melt into a rather delicious puddle. So she had been looking at you too? You say nothing to her when she stands upright and head for you. Your heart begins to beat erratically in your chest at her approach, your eyes lingering hotly on her very round, very bouncy and very tempting breasts. You gasp softly the moment she brushes pass you, her breasts touching your shoulder as she went towards the shower.

You turn instantly to look at her, wondering what she wants to do. She reaches for the button and turns the shower off. She does a few things with the button and water begins to come out from the shower once more. She places her hands in the running stream of water.

'Now, it is warm.' She turns to you with a smile on her face. 'You had better hurry and get to wherever you are being needed and stop looking at me as if I were a juicy sandwich with tuna filling.'

'As if you are looking at me any differently. You look at me as if I were a chicken burger with lots of mayonnaise,' you retort with a smirk. She scoffs.

'I love chicken burger you know? Do you want to know the first thing that I do the moment I get one?' you nod your head at her question. 'I run my tongue around the edges where the mayonnaise runs.' You imagine her doing so, just as she had described and for some reason, that turns you on. Your wetness seeps out of your vulva and onto your inner thighs.

The image you had conjured succeeds in doing so to you because you can actually relate to that, remembering clearly her head in-between your inner thighs doing just what she had described about the burger to your lovely currently wet folds. She seems to know just what you are thinking from the smirk that she gives you. It is not as if you mind.

'Down to earth April!' she snaps playfully at you. 'Your shower? Your appointment? Aren't you getting to either of those?' she reminds you.

'Whatever,' you snigger and walk pass her, into the shower, brushing past her just as she had done to you earlier. She chuckles softly.

'You do hold a grudge little bird, do you not? Despite the fact that I want to stand here and watch you bath, I really need to go back to bed.'

'Help yourself.'

'Hmm,' she nods and turns, then leave the bathroom. You scoff as the door falls shut, taking with it the view of her long pretty legs, the one that you generously admire despite your unwarranted sulk.

You let yourself relax after that and enjoy the way the warm water falls over you, unto your hair and down your back. You shampoo your hair with the bottle that the hotel provides. It smells like sandalwood and a hint of honey. You wash away the lather and proceed to scrub yourself down with the peach scented bathing soap the hotel also provides. You finish up and step out of the shower and then retrieve one of the white towels hanging on the rack. You wipe yourself down and go out with it wrapped around your body.

You find the lady sleeping soundly in bed, her chest rising and falling, the covers only covering her from her belly button down. You look away from her and quickly get into your clothes. You plan to stop at a boutique for clothes on your way.

You dry your hair once more with the white towel, knowing that the short brown strands would be dry before you arrive. You arrange your bag and prepare to leave. But then, you stop, turn and go back to the lady. You lift the covers over her chest quickly as if her body could burn your hands.

'Little bird,' she says as you turn away from her. You hadn't known that she was awake. You slowly turn to her. There is a certain yearning in her eyes that holds your heart.

'Yes?' you say to her.

'Can't you stay?' she asks you with cute round eyes.

'Right now? No,' you simply say to her. 'Maybe some other time? Yes.'

'So, we shall see each other again?' She asks you. How can you not? When she makes you feel like this? You would go crazy thinking of her if you did not do so.

'Yes, we shall.'

'That's good then.' She sits up and smile at you with the covers falling away from her body and bunching around her waist. You lean in and kiss her on the lip. She kisses you back softly. She comes out of bed the moment that you release her and searches for her bejeweled purse. She opens it and hands you a complimentary card. You do not bother to study it and put it in your own purse because you may give away the fact that you have actually forgotten her nomenclature. You return the favor and smile at her.

'I shall call you,' she says without studying yours too. You smile and turn away. You take quick strides towards the door and open it. Then, you leave without turning back lest you really stay.

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