SHIT. WHAT AM I THINKING AGAIN?
"You go with her, sweetheart. I'll stay her and wait for you." The girl seemed to find my reaction funny.
"The boyfriends always act all embarrassed!"
As Thays turned to me with a mischievous grin, OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic played on the speakers of the mall. "I don't know why he's like this now. He isn't the shy type. And he's quite familiar with my body already," and she had the audacity to wink. "He even made me try all the dresses we bought earlier in front of me."
She'll be the death of me if things keep going like this. Seems like I'm pretty much screwed.
The girl chuckled softly, enjoying how flushed I am now. "It's quite normal. I think the boys are always like this here because they must be trying to control themselves. Our products tend to make you beauties even more irresistible to them!" Damn she's really good at this.
"He'll see me on them one way or another anyway," by her grin I could tell she was enjoying playing with me like this.
Rolling my eyes, I sat on the waiting area, and let her go with the girl inside. My I kept my eyes on her, and she seemed to feel it by how she side-glared at me some times. But I couldn't help it. Seeing her choosing lingerie in here was too sexy to let it slide.
Fuck. I part of me really want to see her on them. Especially the red and the black ones I saw her choosing. She'll be so irresistibly hot on those. For fuck's sake. Just imagining it makes me hard.
I have to ignore this. She'll probably hate me even more if I try anything. And well, I agreed with her rule after all. But it'll be difficult as hell.
Difficult. As. Hell.
My hawk eyes followed her every move, for more than an hour, and the confidence she held herself in front of all these people was amusing. The way she held herself, and didn't blush for even a second while choosing every piece was something else. I bet that if I was there she would be crimson red all the time. And I can tell by how she looks at me that's she's as attracted to me as I am to her.
I think we always had this overbearing attraction every time we fought, during those 4 years, but we kept our space and stayed away from each other so nothing more would happen between us.
I'm not sure I can control myself now. And the idea of sleeping in the same bed as her for two weeks, while she use these sexy lingerie… fuck. That will be like testing my life, my control, my patience, my sanity. Not being able to touch her when I'm already craving for it, for around 15 days, will be torture.
Damn it, I should have gone to a club last week and fucked someone. Coincidentally, it's been around six months since I last had sex, so I'm in a blue-balls state right now. Especially with this… walking temptation around me.
And it's all my fault. It was all my idea after all. I'm sure that Thays will make me go insane in Moonrise. Just thinking that will have to be always hugging each other, and kissing, and sleeping together, make me see red.
Aaron: I have to go to the bathroom. Use your time. Chose everything you want. I'll be back in a while. Wait for me!
Sweetheart: Okay. Just 20 minutes and I'll be done here, than we can go.
Aaron: No need to hurry. Go, test everything that interests you, and that you feel comfortable in. I won't take long.
Sweetheart: I'll wait.
Aaron: If some dude try anything funny, feel free to punch his nose or kick his dick. Even if they end up calling the security, I can easily deal with them.
Sweetheart: Quite the attractive idea, I should say that I'm tempted. Are you letting me run wild just like that?
Aaron: Wildness look sexy on you.
Sweetheart: It suits me, doesn't it?
Did she just flirt back? I dare her to do that in front of me when it's just the two of us. But there's no way she would.
Aaron: It definitely does.
"Fuck, I feel like a hormonal teenager again!"
Frustrated, I got up and went to the male bathroom, locking myself in the cabin, glad that there's no one else in here. I put my things aside, not to get anything dirty, and stripped from my suit, pants and boxes. Then I folded my social black shirt's sleeves up.
Thankfully the mall is playing I Was Never There by The Weekend ft. Gesaffelstein quite loudly. All songs they play here are loud like this, which is better for me right now.
She made me so hard that it hurts. Biting my bottom lip not to make any noise, I held my cock in my right hand, shivering at the touch and began to relieve myself. I always take a long time to cum, both when I'm masturbating and when I'm having sex. And it's been centuries since I was last turned on like this.
Yesterday was the same thing. I spend the entire day holding myself, but at the end of the day, I was only able to fall asleep after I masturbated with her in my mind, remembering how it was to hold her in my arms, to feel her sitting right on my lap when mom was there. Or the simple act of touching her warm skin.
It made me burn.
If I hadn't come to the bathroom to do this, as dirty as it looks, when she came to me after she was done choosing everything, she would noticed how her I was. I'm big. Really big. I get even bigger than I already am when I'm hard. So, it's kind of complicated to hide it.
And yesterday, when she was on my lap while mom was there in her apartment, she woke me up in a way I can't even explain. I'm sure she felt how hard I was under her, just as I felt how warm her body became. But thankfully, she didn't say anything, after all, it's not like I have control over this.
This little guy (that is anything but little) has a life of it's own and does not obey me. Being a man is hard, okay?
Surprisingly, it took me only 15 minutes to cum to the thought of her, which is way faster than usual. Probably because I was holding myself for quite some time over there. This was the only for me to have some control and not unleash the beast inside of me on her.
Although I'm pretty sure she would be able to take me fully and tame it to her desire.
When I was done, I pressed the button of the toilet and cleaned my hands with the toilet paper, then I got all dressed again, and left the cabin to wash my hands five times on a roll.
Believe me, I despise what I just did. Even when I was a teenager, I didn't jerk off in such a public place. It's disgusting.
Gulping, I washed it just two more times, finally breathing steadily and left the bathroom. When I looked at my phone, she had sent me five messages.
Sweetheart: I'm done.
Sweetheart: Where are you? Still in the bathroom?
Sweetheart: Aaron?
Sweetheart: Are you feeling sick?
Sweetheart: You're not dead, right?
Grinning, I began to type back.
Aaron: To your annoyance, I'm still alive.
Sweetheart: What were you doing there for more than 20 minutes, Aaron? Are you having a bellyache?
Aaron: Not a bellyache. I was doing what I had to, not to lose my sanity while waiting for you there.
Sweetheart: *confused Pikachu sticker*
Sweetheart: What?
Aaron: I'm not sure if you actually want to know.
I said the last part while entering the Victoria's Secret store, and when I looked up she was right there, looking at the message I sent her, while her skin turned three shades darker of red. Oh, she understood what I said.
She definitely did.
"I'm here, sweetheart," I said closer to her and she jumped startled, turning even redder. "Did I made you wait for too long?"