Bosco woke up with a feeling he wasn't in Kansas any more. He felt a
warm body curled up beside him, almost on top of him. He glanced at the
clock. It was nearly nine. Afraid to even look at the woman next to him
he closed his eyes and willed his body to stop responding to the warmth of
the woman beside him. She had come to him. But unless she woke up willing
he needed to take a cold shower quickly. But he couldn't. Not yet. It
felt so good lying next to her. He stared up at the ceiling. God was
punishing him for all the woman he'd used in the past. He was up there
laughing knowing the only woman Bosco ever wanted was draped over him and
he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Faith shifted bring her leg across his theighs. Bosco groaned inwardly. If she woke up now she would know just how much he wanted her. He need to go and get some distance between them. Her lips were inches from his ear when he heard her moan his name. He turned to Faith. Her eyes still closed. He felt her hips move rubbing herself on his leg. She was wet and hot agaist him. Again she moaned his name. Bosco closed his eyes tight. She was having a dream about him. And by the feeling on his leg it ws a pretty erotic one. He needed to get out now before she did something she would regret. The next time they were together there would be no regrets, no second thoughts.
Bosco slipped out of bed as quietly as he could. Faith moaned at the loss of his warmth but continued to sleep and dream. He slipped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He ran his hands though his hair. God this was harder then he thought. Now he knew Faith felt more then she was leading on to. The fact that she was having wet dreams about him blew his mind. How was he going to face her when she woke up. He started the shower and ran it as cold as he could stand. Bosco gritted his teeth and stepped into the shower. God was punishing him, he knew that for sure now.
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Faith heard the shower running. She glanced at the clock. Nine thirty. Streching she smiled. She had had a wonderful dream. Her and Bosco were on a beach. No past, no present, no future. Just them and a bottle of baby oil. Faith felt the warmth coiling deep with in her. Every time she thought about him lately she started breathing a little faster. To be honest he did things to her that Fred never in a million years of marriage had done. He made her wet by just smiling at her. The more she thought about him the hotter she got. She thought of him in the shower. The water running down his tight muscled body.
Faith shifted feeling the tightness in her loins. She need release. Needed to feel Bosco's heat between her legs. She shifted again. It was to soon. They needed more time before they slept together again but Faith couldn't bare the throbing. Instict took over and she began to stroke herself. The need grew stoger as she thought of Bosco naked not twenty feet away. She pressed hard agaist herself moaning his name. She needed his touch, his warmth but she couldn't deal with the strings not yet. Her rythem speeded up as she thought more about the way the man in the next room made her feel. She took her self over the edge screaming his name into his pillow.
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Bosco stepped out of the shower. He heard her call him. Wrapping a towel around his waist he opened the door a crack to see what she needed. Before he could say anything he saw her. Panities pulled down slightly her fingures stroking just above the material. He closed his eyes. She was touching herself. Moaning his name. OH GOD! What a turn on. She wouldn't let him touch her but she would touch herself and think of him. He grew instanly hard. A half hour in the cold, ice like shower blown to hell. He glance back into the bedroom. Her rythem had grown faster. Her hips bucking of the bed. She was nearing the edge.
He watched her and began stroking himself. He was so hard it would only take mere seconds before he would explode. He turned the shower on warmer and stepped back in. He thought of the way Faith moaned his name as she pleasured herself. He knew about the tension. He lived with it every second they were together. He thought he heard her scream his name in compleation and he followed taking himself over the edge.
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Faith watched as Bosco came around the bed just rapped in a towel. He was so brasion just walking out in front of her like that.
"Showers free. What do you want for breakfeast?"
"You." It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
"Well I'm not on the menu today. I'm the week end special." He didn't look at her. "I'll give you till then to work it all out. If you still want me then I'll be your main course for as long as you want me." He slipped int a pair of jeans and grabbed a t-shirt. "Eggs in five minuts." He went walked out of the bed room praying he hand't screwed himself.
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Faith let the shower wash away the cob webs and the doubts. She would give Bosco a chance. She knew he was going to give it all he had. She hoped she had enough to keep him coming back. She smiled. It wasn't a life plan but it was a plan. It was about time she lived for her and not everyone else. She would rock Maurice Boscorelli world so hard he would wonder what hit him.
Faith shifted bring her leg across his theighs. Bosco groaned inwardly. If she woke up now she would know just how much he wanted her. He need to go and get some distance between them. Her lips were inches from his ear when he heard her moan his name. He turned to Faith. Her eyes still closed. He felt her hips move rubbing herself on his leg. She was wet and hot agaist him. Again she moaned his name. Bosco closed his eyes tight. She was having a dream about him. And by the feeling on his leg it ws a pretty erotic one. He needed to get out now before she did something she would regret. The next time they were together there would be no regrets, no second thoughts.
Bosco slipped out of bed as quietly as he could. Faith moaned at the loss of his warmth but continued to sleep and dream. He slipped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He ran his hands though his hair. God this was harder then he thought. Now he knew Faith felt more then she was leading on to. The fact that she was having wet dreams about him blew his mind. How was he going to face her when she woke up. He started the shower and ran it as cold as he could stand. Bosco gritted his teeth and stepped into the shower. God was punishing him, he knew that for sure now.
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Faith heard the shower running. She glanced at the clock. Nine thirty. Streching she smiled. She had had a wonderful dream. Her and Bosco were on a beach. No past, no present, no future. Just them and a bottle of baby oil. Faith felt the warmth coiling deep with in her. Every time she thought about him lately she started breathing a little faster. To be honest he did things to her that Fred never in a million years of marriage had done. He made her wet by just smiling at her. The more she thought about him the hotter she got. She thought of him in the shower. The water running down his tight muscled body.
Faith shifted feeling the tightness in her loins. She need release. Needed to feel Bosco's heat between her legs. She shifted again. It was to soon. They needed more time before they slept together again but Faith couldn't bare the throbing. Instict took over and she began to stroke herself. The need grew stoger as she thought of Bosco naked not twenty feet away. She pressed hard agaist herself moaning his name. She needed his touch, his warmth but she couldn't deal with the strings not yet. Her rythem speeded up as she thought more about the way the man in the next room made her feel. She took her self over the edge screaming his name into his pillow.
******
Bosco stepped out of the shower. He heard her call him. Wrapping a towel around his waist he opened the door a crack to see what she needed. Before he could say anything he saw her. Panities pulled down slightly her fingures stroking just above the material. He closed his eyes. She was touching herself. Moaning his name. OH GOD! What a turn on. She wouldn't let him touch her but she would touch herself and think of him. He grew instanly hard. A half hour in the cold, ice like shower blown to hell. He glance back into the bedroom. Her rythem had grown faster. Her hips bucking of the bed. She was nearing the edge.
He watched her and began stroking himself. He was so hard it would only take mere seconds before he would explode. He turned the shower on warmer and stepped back in. He thought of the way Faith moaned his name as she pleasured herself. He knew about the tension. He lived with it every second they were together. He thought he heard her scream his name in compleation and he followed taking himself over the edge.
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Faith watched as Bosco came around the bed just rapped in a towel. He was so brasion just walking out in front of her like that.
"Showers free. What do you want for breakfeast?"
"You." It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
"Well I'm not on the menu today. I'm the week end special." He didn't look at her. "I'll give you till then to work it all out. If you still want me then I'll be your main course for as long as you want me." He slipped int a pair of jeans and grabbed a t-shirt. "Eggs in five minuts." He went walked out of the bed room praying he hand't screwed himself.
******
Faith let the shower wash away the cob webs and the doubts. She would give Bosco a chance. She knew he was going to give it all he had. She hoped she had enough to keep him coming back. She smiled. It wasn't a life plan but it was a plan. It was about time she lived for her and not everyone else. She would rock Maurice Boscorelli world so hard he would wonder what hit him.