BLOODY HELL!
It was late at night and Jason Sam stood in his gigantic bathroom. He didn't want to give in to the temptation of stepping into the bathtub. The pure white tiles were squeaky clean. Every single one of them from the ground to the ceiling screamed class. Perhaps this had something to do with an electric bulb hanging over seven inches above Jason's head. It shone so intensely that one could mistake it for the sun!
Jason had a very hectic evening and the next day wasn't expected to be any better. So he cherished the softness of every drop of water that touched his skin. His eyes were beginning to close by themselves. He really needed to catch some sleep. It was a miracle that he could drag himself to his bedroom.
It was a world of its own. The carpet was Persian and the numerous pieces of wooden furniture were made from Nigerian iroko. But there was no time to admire the gallery of pictures hanging on the wall. No one would blame whoever thought that Picasso and Da Vinci were his roommates. Jason managed to switch the lights off before hopping into bed. But the air conditioner was left to work.
He could hear a continuous dripping sound but he was too lazy to go back and do the right thing.
"Ah, at last!" He heaved a sigh of relief. The room was dimly lit. Still a noticeable smile appeared on his face. For some weird reason, he felt a strange presence. 'My brain is definitely tired,' Jason said in his mind.
All of a sudden, he became stuck on his mattress. He couldn't contend with the force that pressed him down! The air became menacingly cool. Every single light bulb that had been turned off came back on. The incessant dripping sound in the bathroom stopped. One could hear a pin drop. Then footsteps approached the door left ajar!
His heartbeat sounded almost like a talking drum! Jason was at a loss for words. He couldn't explain what was going on. Suddenly, he noticed an alluringly gorgeous young lady standing by the door with a towel around her waist. She towered to the head jamb. Her figure resembled that of a goddess, or a dexterously carved masterpiece. Then the lights turned off again! Perhaps, she was responsible for the strange force that had held him captive. Nonetheless, he had never been so drawn to a woman.
Being an athlete who adored his own body, Jason's muscles were thick and fixed on an amazingly built torso. At this juncture, his heartbeat was almost ripping his chest open from the inside. But he wasn't terrified anymore. On the contrary, he burned from desire. Somehow, the talented athlete succumbed to the stream of very wild thoughts rushing through his mind and the young woman in his room could perceive it.
'How I wish this room will become brighter!' Jason thought. Immediately a lamp was turned on! This surprised him. "It's just a coincidence," he said in a soliloquy. 'I want the towel around her waist to fall off!' This also happened in a blink of an eye. He could see her breasts clearly. They were becoming more and more turgid by the minute. Within a short period of time, they were so full that the bra she wore struggled to contain them. She stood at ease, so her legs were slightly apart. Hence, a transparent and soaked thong could also be seen.
This way Jason became aroused and his desire got the better of him. The woman moved to the mattress and lay face up by his side. Then, the table turned. It was as if she became pressed down by the aforementioned force. On the other hand, Jason was set free! In no time he jumped out of bed.
Now, it was the woman who shook from fear. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her forehead. Her thighs were uncovered and defenseless! The woman's navel sank into her flat belly. Two breasts the size of melons looked at Jason, they were separated by a beautiful cleavage. She was unshaven. The young woman's thong hardly covered the fine hair on her full crotch.
"Who are you and what is your name?" Jason asked her. "How did you get here?"
She gave him no reply. All he could hear was one seductive moan after another.
'I must not yield to such an inordinate temptation!' Jason reminded himself. Fortunately for him, he had the option of discontinuing what was happening. But it was easier said than done! Soon, there was a sinister look in his eyes. He had been overcome with desire! A grin appeared on his face, from ear to ear.
He couldn't hold back anymore. Jason rubbed his fingers lightly against the woman's thighs. This sent waves of beautiful terror to her senses. He was thrilled by how fearful she had become. The athlete craved more of it. So he moved closer to the woman and breathed warmth to the side of her neck. She found herself yearning for a kiss, a touch or anything! It was eerily astounding how she had quickly given in to him.
Because the room was scarcely lit, the light and its shade were just enough to compliment his frame. Jason resembled a predator kneeling at the foot of the big bed. She was a prey to be devoured! He smelt the sweet scent of her hair that was scattered on the bed. Then, both of them fixed their gazes into each other's eyes.
It wasn't for long though, Jason sank his chin deep between her neck and shoulder. She couldn't keep up with moaning softly. Her voice became louder. Hot tears flowed down the woman's eyes.
In response to that, and without an iota of pity, he quickly ripped off the bra she had on in order to knead her melons meticulously. His full lips soon covered hers. She wet herself. He wasn't oblivious to the exact effect of his every touch!
This went on for a while. Then he positioned himself between her widespread legs. Jason had been hesitant as regards penetrating the thong, but not anymore. His mind was made up. She soon felt his erection deep within her after a single thrust!
"What are you doing to me?" The young woman cried. It was as if she just regained her ability to talk.
Jason also screamed himself awake only to find the sun already shining down his window pane. "Bloody hell! What was that?"