Chapter 1: Introduction
I see Dior in the kitchen, wearing this skimpy silk robe that barely touches her toned thighs, making coffee in our state-of-the-art espresso machine. It's fucking killing me, the way that robe clings to her curves, accentuating her perfect, round ass. I watch as she bends over to grab a mug from the cabinet, giving me an unobstructed view down her cleavage.
Jesus, I'm getting hard just watching her.
Fuck. I can't believe she just said that.
Dior hates tiny cocks. I can't let her find out about mine, can I? She's already made it clear that I don't have a chance with her. But still, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of being naked behind her back.
I decide to take a risk and slip into the bathroom while Dior is still in the kitchen. I lock the door behind me and quickly strip off my clothes. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I'm about to do. I can hear Dior moving around in the kitchen, and I know that she's only a few feet away from me.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I open the bathroom door and step out into the hallway. I can feel my cock already starting to shrink in fear, and I have to will it to stay hard as I approach Dior from behind.
I know she won't be able to see me, not with the way the sun is shining through the window behind her, illuminating her in a halo of light.
But I can see her, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin as I stand just inches away. I watch as she brings the mug to her lips, her full, pink lips, and takes a sip of coffee. I can see the way her throat moves as she swallows, and I feel my cock twitch in response.
I can't help myself. I reach down and wrap my hand around my shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it in my palm. I start to stroke, slowly at first, matching the rhythm of Dior's breathing as she sips her coffee. I feel myself getting harder with each stroke, my cock growing and swelling in my hand.
I know that I should stop, that I should go back into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. But I can't help myself. I'm too close, too caught up in the moment.
And then, just as I'm about to cum, I hear Dior's voice behind me.
"What the fuck are you doing, George?"
I freeze, my hand still wrapped around my cock, my body still tense with pleasure. I can feel my heart racing, my mind going blank with shock and fear.
Slowly, I turn around to face her. She's standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her eyes wide with shock and disgust.
"I-I was just... I mean, I didn't mean to..." I stammer, feeling my face grow hot with embarrassment.
Dior shakes her head, a look of disgust crossing her features.