We're at my house now, and I'm so excited. Tobit was taking me away with him for the weekend and I couldn't say no. Moreover, this isn't what I expected.
All we had lately been sex, and I thought that this was only sex and that we weren't going to have anything else. No attachments or anything. But now he asked me to get inside the house and pack my things because he's taking me out for the weekend? Clearly he meant it when he said he wanted to get to know me better, and I would love to have two whole days alone with him. I hardly have that during the week, and I would love to have time away from this house.
By now, I'm almost done packing. I headed to the bathroom to fetch my toiletries and then change into fresh clothes because the ones I had on smelled like sex. I then go outside, where he's waiting for me inside his car. I get in and buckle my seatbelt, holding my bag on my lap and then looking at him.
"I'm ready." I tell him, before he starts driving.
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We reach some private residences on the outskirts of town. Literally, in the forest outside of town, near the Whitemounre lake and when we get there, I end up staring at a massive lake house almost looking like a mini island of glass floating on water. Obviously, not everything is made of glass, but it's so open and beautifully illuminated by the lights outside. I also don't miss spotting the gardens and flowers. It looks more, to me, like Tobit lives here.
"Is this your house?" I ask him, with wide eyes. He's not even married, and he doesn't even have kids, fewer does he have a girlfriend? Yet, he has this house, with the sallery of a university lecturer?
"Do you like it? Wait until you see it inside." He smiles as if he enjoys seeing how amazed I am right now. He seems more excited than I am right now and even takes my bags for me, before he steps out of the car. "Come on, let's go inside. It gets cold around here at night, thanks to the lake."
I quietly step out of the car, wanting to see inside the house for myself. He has my bag held in one hand, while the other clasps around mine. He walks with me across a small narrow path, over a tiny bridge across a small fish puddle, to the door. He presses his hand against a touchpad right next to the door, proving what a scientific genius he also is, and then the door clicks open.
We walk inside and when we do, I'm welcomed by the warmth of what it feels like when walking into a home. I have no idea why I feel like this, but maybe it's because his presence it all over the place.
It not only huge, but quite spacious inside too. I can see the view over the lake through the floor to ceiling windows. The kitchen and living room are all in one area and then there are some stairs leading up to the bedrooms and on the one side is another door. I have no idea where that door goes to, but I also can't stop staring out the windows. The sun has already sent and now the moon and stars are being reflected by the still waters of the lake and only tiny ripples can be seen from here.
"I knew you'd love it." He kisses me cheeks and walks to the stairs with my bag. "I'll be with you in a minute. Make yourself home, I won't take long." And then he walks up the stairs.
I stand there waiting for a moment, almost feeling improper. So, I walk to the window and place my hand against the glass, only to watch the view over the lake. And now I have so many thoughts spinning in my head. Like why, he'd invite me over to his house, so soon. Why is this his idea of giving me a reward? This man has so much mystery, and I am realizing it more, day by day, but he's one of my darkest temptations. He has a way of making them crawl from under my skin, and I have a weakness for him.
I would rather not start getting these fantasies in my head, but I can't help but consider the idea of what if he and I might become more. If this leads to something, would that mean that I might truly want it? Do I really want it?
"When I told you to make yourself home, I mean that you should pour yourself a drink or make yourself coffee or anything, not just stand there and stare at a lake you could look at all night." I hear his voice.
I quickly turned around and cleared my throat, taking a moment to answer him. "I was just, waiting for you…"
"Hmm…" He raises an eyebrow and then nods to the kitchen area. "Come on. I'll start with dinner right away and pop us some wine."
I nod and follow him, also seeing that he has changed and for the first time I see him not dressed in anything formal. A tank top and some gray sweats. The way that tank top defines his muscles and those gray sweats hang down his hips, makes my mouth almost salivate. How did he change so quickly?
He starts making dinner after handing me a glass of wine. I have a sip from the glass and sit down, watching him. He's busy making French fries and cheeseburgers.
I asked him, "Tobit, why did you really want me to come over to your house?"
He pauses and looks at me, and he tells me. "It's because, I want to give you a nice time. I would like to spoil you. We are also both so busy during the week, so I can't help but want to have you to myself for the whole weekend." I can tell that he's being sincerely honest with me, and it brings a smile to my face hearing this from him.
After having dinner, he and I watch a movie just before we go upstairs for a shower. After the shower, he carries me to his bedroom bridal style, and we get in bed. For the first time, I'm sharing a bed with him and this time, Tobit and I didn't have any sex.