Max stood and stared at her door. He put the food containers on the ground and knocked with a new found determination. Avonlea answered her eyes barely able to meet his. He crossed the threshold, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her body against his. His other hand caressed her neck. His thumb resting lightly along her jaw. He bent forward and gently pressed his lips against hers. His mouth moved in slow open kisses coaxing her lips apart. His tongue softly dipped into her mouth. Her body relaxed, and her hands traveled up his chest, around his neck, and into his hair. She pulled him closer as her tongue began to move with his. He pressed his lips harder against her. Their movements became frenzied in their passion. Their bodies pressed against each other in search of friction. She moaned into his mouth. A hair's breadth away from carrying her to the bedroom, Max pulled back. He leaned his forehead and against hers as they both sought to catch their breath.
That's what should have happened, Max thought to himself. Instead he was leaning his forehead against the inside of her wall listening to her tell her mother about their date and its disastrous end.
"I don't know. Maybe I just read the situation wrong. Maybe he wasn't actually interested….. He was probably just being nice. Ugh, I don't know…Mom, I don't think he's gay. Just because a guy isn't interested doesn't mean he's gay…Yeah, he's older…Yeah, he lives with his grandpa…..NO! I don't think he's a closet queen. C'MON MOM! You aren't making me feel better. I really thought he might've liked me…..I'm so embarrassed. How am I supposed to face him? He's my landlord and my neighbor…..Plastic surgery seems a bit excessive but I'll keep that in mind….Ok, I'll talk to you later….love you too, Mom."
Avonlea put down the phone with a sigh and walked out of the living room. Max was about to leave when he heard the sound of water running through the pipes. He brought his hands in front of his chest and wrung them fighting the urge to follow the sound he recognized. The tub in the apartment was filling.
As always, his need to watch, to be a part of her world was too strong for him to resist. He quietly made his way over to the two way mirror and sat on his chair. She was still dressed and adding what looked like oil to the water flowing from the spout. She moved over to the cabinet opposite the mirror and began to pull out a new towel that she threw on the chair she had place in the far corner nearest the tub. Her arms reached behind her and began to unzip her dress. Each inch of skin revealed was creamy and smooth. She pushed the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Her tattoos were pink and blue lilies arranges across her upper back and shoulder blades. The design was feminine and delicate. He thought it was beautiful.
Avonlea pushed her flowery dress off her hips. It fell to the floor. She stepped out of the flowy material still facing away from Max in nothing but a beige strapless bra and thong. Her hips were curvy and her thighs thick at the top. Her hands reached behind her once more to unhook her bra. She flung it into the hamper. Next, her thumbs slid under the edge of her panties, and she bent forward as she slid them down her body. In the shadow between her legs, he could just make out her smooth slit. He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands, fingers covering his mouth in suspense.
She straightened up and turned glancing at herself in the mirror. Her mound between her legs was smooth except for a strip of dark brown hair in the center. Max's eyes traveled up her body and widened when he saw two silver balls on either side of her perky pink nipples. She was pierced. His arousal was becoming painful. He started palming himself through his pants. She was perfect. Curvy and soft. Edgy and unique.
She turned the water off and stepped into the tub sinking down into the water then immediately reclining against the back. Max moved to see through the small open vent next to her bathtub. He watched her hands gently rubbed her neck, down her shoulders trying to relieve some of her tension. Her fingers glided down her collarbone and over her breasts. She cupped their full weight lifting them higher as she gave them a small squeeze. Her fingertips traced her areolas and gently began to rub her nipples. She hummed at the pleasurable sensation.
Her hand left her nipple setting its course south beneath the water beyond Max's vigilant gaze. Ripples in the water were the only confirmation that her hand was moving beneath the glassy surface. He could only imagine her fingers slipping between her wet folds. Rubbing her clit in small circular motions. Two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.
Her brow furrowed. Her head tilted back. Small distant moans filled Max's ears. Suddenly, Avonlea's back arched. She gasped as she grabbed the edge of the tub bracing herself as her climax washed over her.
Max watched Avonlea's body slump back in the water. Her eyes closed. Her breath coming in short pants. She soaked for another 15 minutes before she decided her bath was done and she pulled the drain. He moved back to the chair in front of the mirror and watched her step out of the tub and wrap a teal towel around her chest.
She kicked a wooden stool in front of the mirror and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the counter. She started rubbing lotion on her still damp arms focusing on the elbows. She placed her foot out to the side on the stool, her towel gaped slightly open. She rubbed lotion onto her shins and calves. As she bent over, her towel fell. She ignored it and straightened up as she massaged her thigh.
Max dropped to his knees like the most devout disciple at the sight of her wet pink folds open and exposed before him. He quickly began to undo his pants finally freeing his erection. His hands pumped up and down his long thick shaft. He stroked himself as he watched her hands spread lotion all over her body. His mind started imagining his hands and mouth exploring her curves. Breathing in her scent. Tasting her. Touching her. His climax hit hard, and he bit his lip as he contained the moan that tried to escape.
The bliss of release was quickly consumed by torment of shame. He was in a dark hidden maintenance hallway covered in sweat and cum. How could he possibly bring himself to taint Avonlea with his touch? She deserved so much better than him. But how could he possibly let her go?