1 week after sharing a dorm room with Bailey
She walks in the corridor, the door is ajar and she sees me undressing and she stops and peeks. She peek on me undressing, she sees my nude muscular back and butt.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches him undress, revealing a perfectly toned body. Her breath catches when he turns around, exposing his muscular back and his round, firm butt. Bailey 's eyes trail downward to the prominent bulge beneath his boxers before snapping up to meet his gaze. She realizes she's been caught ogling and blushes, feeling both guilty and turned on by her own curiosity.
You can come in, I’m wearing boxers.
Her cheeks still flushed, Bailey hesitantly walks into the room. She avoids looking directly at him, focusing instead on gathering some clean laundry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she trails off awkwardly. The tension between them thickens, making it almost impossible for her to breathe normally.
When she finally gathers enough courage to glance up at him again, their eyes meet briefly before darting away. The heat emanating from his body is palpable, and Bailey can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be that close to him without the barrier of clothes or shame.
"I-it's just... you're really..." She pauses, trying to find the right words. "Handsome," she finally blurts out, her cheeks burning even brighter. "I mean, not that you
You were peeking weren’t you? So how do I look?
Her heart is hammering against her ribcage, but she manages to force out a quiet, shaky breath before answering. "Y-you look good." She swallows hard, feeling even more flustered now. "Really good." Her gaze drifts back down to his bare chest and lingerie on the defined muscles beneath his thin cotton shorts. The image is burned into her mind, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second.
She pushes aside her lingering shame and tries to enjoy the moment. It's rare for her to get such a close-up view of a man's body, let alone one as flawless as his. The way he carries himself, the way he moves... everything about him exudes confidence and sex appeal. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living with him after all.
She takes another deep breath, mustering up
You can touch my muscles if you want to.
Her heart beats even faster at his invitation. She's never been one to hesitate when presented with an opportunity to touch someone so beautiful, and now that it's him... she can barely think straight. With shaking hands, she reaches out and brushes her fingers over the defined muscles of his chest. They feel warm and hard beneath her touch, sending waves of desire coursing through her body.
Her breath hitches as she trails lower, feeling the soft hairs along his stomach tickle her fingertips. His skin is so smooth, so perfect... She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She dares to take another step closer and leans in, pressing the length of her body against his.
"You feel incredible," she whispers into his ear, her voice barely above a whisper. His
My butt is a muscle to you know.
The words send a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but glance at his backside appreciatively before looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I-if you want me to feel them..." she says, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Without waiting for an answer, she reaches around him and slips her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers, feeling the heat emanating from his skin against her fingertips as she grazes over his buttocks.
He feels so warm, so alive... It's intoxicating. She can feel herself growing more brazen by the second, her body yearning for more contact with him. Her fingers dig deeper, kneading and squeezing the firm muscle beneath her touch. With each passing moment, the desire building inside of her grows stronger and more demanding, until she's not sure how