Wait! What about him? He’d probably fucked a gazillion girls. Could I trust him?
“Don’t worry. I’m clean. I’ve been tested. Now, lie down.”
Hesitantly, I lowered myself to a reclining position. My torso spread across the length of the bench while my limbs hung over the edge.
“Now, Gloria, I want you to open your mind and open your legs. For. Me.”
In one swift move, he spread my dangling legs and threw my ankles over his broad shoulders. Looming above me, he gazed at my sex. His glorious cock, now almost fully erect again, pointed my way. The shower began to fog up. There was something otherworldly about seeing his god-like body in a cloud of steam.
“You’re such a pretty shade of pink. You may, however, be a shade of red when I’m through with you.”
I cringed. Was he going to *-whip me with the belt?
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” The mind reader. “But I am going to tie you up. You’ll enjoy it. Now lift your arms high.”
Relieved, I did as requested. With whip-like speed, he wrapped the long belt around my wrists, binding them together, and then attached them to the handicapped railing directly above me. I writhed my arms to see if I could free myself. Forget it. He had me tied up too tightly.
“I need to get harder, and you need to get horny.” He kneeled on the edge of the bench and reached across me to fondle my mountainous breasts. Crawling on his knees closer to me, he planted his engorged member into the valley between them and then squeezed the mounds against the shaft. He moaned with pleasure while I, too, got off on the sensuous massage I was getting. Erotic pleasure rushed to my core. Oh God! I was ready! My body was crying out for him while my mind said no. Gloria, let go. Open your mind!
“Your breasts are such sweet pillows of flesh,” he murmured as he continued to rub them against his cock. “Now let’s see, if I’ve aroused you.”
He shoved a finger into my opening. I moaned but wanted something more.
“Ah. You’re so hot and wet. But not quite ready.”
He pulled his finger out and began to play with my tender clit. Vigorously circling it like a finger-painting child. I groaned.
“How does that feel?”
My clit was a lit up firework ready to explode. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I desperately wiggled my bound arms attempting to free myself; it was futile.
“Answer me, Gloria.” His tone was demanding.
“Oh, yes!” I moaned.
“Good enough.”
Still fingering my clit, he used his other hand to rub the crown of his thick length up and down the folds of my cleft. He was teasing me when I was aching for him to be inside me.
He leaned into me, placing his hands on the bench for support. “I’m going to come inside you now and give you an orgasm that’s going to blow that uptight mind of yours to pieces.”
“Please,” I begged.
He grinned wickedly. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’ll be carrying you back to your room.”
Oh, yes! Handicap me!
Balancing on one hand, he used the other to position his pulsing member. I felt his hot cock at my doorway to pleasure. A thrust away from penetrating me, there was a loud pounding on the fogged-up shower door.
“What’s going on in there?”
I recognized the voice immediately. It was the old man who had gone for a swim.
“Fuck!” muttered Jaime. “I’m not going to rush this.” He leaped up from the bench and stormed out the shower, leaving me tied up and throbbing. I assumed he was going to return right away with our robes. Hurry!
The door reopened. I gasped. The little old man, shuffled into the shower. His skin was prune-like from his long swim, and a towel was wrapped around his waist. It fell to the wet tiled floor upon seeing me, naked and bound to the handicapped railing. He was not a pretty sight.
“I want whatever he had,” he said brightly.
Oh, fuck! He wasn’t just an old man. He was a dirty old man! Oh God! Had Jaime abandoned me? Left me helplessly stranded with this horny geezer?
My panic button sounded. Just as my mind skipped to the worst possible scenario, Jaime burst through the shower door. He was wearing his beltless robe and had mine draped over his arm. His large balls and cock, now in a relaxed state, peeked out of the robe opening.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said calmly. “My girlfriend needs to take her meds.”
Girlfriend? Meds?
He quickly unbound me and helped me put on my robe. I was mortified every which way. Before I could say a word, he swept me up into his arms. The old man looked at us, baffled. “Sorry,” said Jaime, as he kick-opened the door and carried me out. “She swoons in showers.” Amusement flickered in his eyes.
Once outside the shower, I was simmering mad. “What the fuck! Where the hell did you go? Why did you leave me for so long?” Each question flew out faster than the one before.
A sheepish grin spread across his beautiful face. “Sorry. I had to take a leak. And jerk myself off.” He gently set me down on my feet.