They got to Silvia's house, Davian's bag had already been taken to the room he had slept in the other time. They both freshened up in the separate rooms, but Davian knocked on the door of Silvia's room as soon as he was done.
"Are you done dressing up?" he asked over the door.
"Yes, you may come in," Silvia's voice replied from inside the room.
He opened the door, a special ointment in his hands. "I wasn't kidding earlier," he indicated, waving the ointment at her, she smiled. He had packed it along with his stuffs in case of emergency sprains like this as they were going exercising.
They'd both freshened up and changed to different clothes. She was sitting on her bed, wearing an off-shoulder top with a mini skirt that exposed her smooth long legs. He couldn't help but ogle at her as he walked closer to her.
He squatted as he prepared to massage her ankle. He removed the leg with the sprained ankle gently from her fluffy slipper. His hands skillfully moved on her foot with the ointment. She just stared at him, but his eyes were focused on her foot, some of his coffee brown hair falling unto his face.
'What a handsome creature!' she thought.
'What wasn't he good at?' she added.
He could cook, what she as a woman couldn't even do and now he was giving her a heavenly massage. She bit her lower lip trying to suppress her moans. Yes! It was that good.
His eyes stared at her through the strands of hair at his face, he smirked.
"Lean closer Silvia," he said.
"Hmm?" she questioned.
"Lean your back closer, I want to whisper something to you," he added.
She did as he said, anticipating. His voice became husky all of a sudden, in a seducing manner making goosebumps to form at the skin of her neck where his fresh hot breath fell on.
"You can moan if you want...I know I'm good," he said. Her eyes almost widened in embarrassment. She couldn't believe he could spout such things.
She looked away sitting straight again, she heard him let out a quick chuckle. She bit her lips even more trying to suppress her laughter. She must be red by now, she'll make him pay for ever making her feel embarrassed.
"Okay. You asked for it...let me really enjoy your special service," she said letting out a breath, her hands on the bed as her head fell backwards. Her eyes were closed as he continued his massage.
She soon let out a moan, he stole a glance at her. This was the second time he was hearing that sweet sound again.
"Hmm, Davian... you're really good," she moaned again.
'What is she...' his thoughts trailed.
"oh, mmmm," she moaned and gasp.
'The hell...this woman,' he thought.
"This is way better than any surgery or therapy," she announced.
"More Davian, more!" she moaned. Why was she calling his name like that?
'Damn!' he thought. He could feel his little buddy hardening up.
He has to get out of here, before things gets out of hand.
"That will be all," he said, putting her foot gently back into her fluffy slipper.
She sat straight, staring intently at him and then at her foot as she wiggles it.
"Why? I think I still feel some cram-"
"Your foot's fine now," he cuts her off standing up.
"C-Can I use your bathroom for a sec?" he requested and she nodded. He closed the ointment and placed it on top of the drawers.
"You can have it. For...future purposes," he said referring to the ointment.
He opened the door of the bathroom and walked in shutting it. His back leaned on the door immediately as he shuts his eyes sighing in frustration. He opened his eyes and it went to his bulge.
"F*ck Davian!" he soliloquized.
"How can you let yourself get aroused by just the moans of that woman?" he scolded himself. He hopes she didn't see it, his bulge.
The back of his palm went to it and it moved on it across his trouser. He groaned, it was so stiff.
"How the hell am I going to tame you quietly on time before she suspects anything?" he said to himself, he hopes it doesn't turn into a blow job.
Meanwhile, Silvia couldn't contain her laughter in the room. Now they were even.
She'd seen his bulge, it was so big and hard. She snickered as she stood up and walked close to the bathroom's door. She could hear him groan in frustration.
'Or was it pleasure?' she thought as she placed her ears on the door to hear very well. Was he taming his bulge?
The door suddenly opened and she fell in hitting his chest but balancing herself on time. She stood straight;
"Huh?" she voiced as she thought she had been caught red-handed eavesdropping on him. If she thinks about it, why'd she do that in the first place? She doesn't understands herself anymore whenever she was with this man.
"Hmm?!" he responded.
"Uh...why are you sweating?" she asked immediately to save herself.
"Uh, uhm... it's hot," he replied.
"No, it's actually really cold and the air condition is on," she stated.
"Well I guess it's just me. I'm hot," he responded. His eyes widened a little when he realized what he'd just said.
"I-I mean...I'm wet, cold! hot!... it's hot," he stuttered as he tried to defend himself but only made it worse and obvious that he was trying really hard to lie.
He bit his lower lip, she couldn't contain her laughter anymore and just let it out. He looked really cute right now-She thought.
This was the first time he heard her laugh so freely and genuinely in front of him. He also laughed, but nervously;
"I think I should be leaving now,"
"Hey! You're not going to have breakfast with me?" she asked.
"Hmm," he considers it.
"Have breakfast with me?" she insisted.
He sighed inwardly, he wanted to get away from this woman as soon as possible but that wasn't happening, in fact not until a year from now.
"Okay," he finally agreed, reluctantly.
"Okay. Shall we?" she offered, her eyes secretly stole a glance at his bulge. It was tamed now, she bit her lower lip once more.