Page 30 of The Family Man

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SAGE

Once I get in the house and shut the door, I lean against it. Finally, I walk up to my bedroom. I ignore all the text messages from my sisters. Pressing my hands against my lips, I still feel his imprint on me. I should have let him in. Maybe next time.

Tonight was great. I had a fabulous time. My body feels alive. God I wanted more. A lot more. Hell, he could have pressed me against that door and taken what he wanted. I wouldn’t have cared.

Walking into my room, I take off my clothes and jump into the shower. If he can do that with his mouth, I wonder what he can do with his dick.

My pussy contracts with the thought of his thick cock resting heavily on my stomach when we’re making out. I should have rubbed on it some more.

Stepping out of my shower, I dry my skin, change into my pjs and head back into my bedroom.

I needed some fresh air in my room, so I opened the window, and I was not ready.

If I thought he was impressive before with clothes on, damn it to hell, he was smoldering with them off. His bedroom window was wide open and it’s adjacent to mine.

With only a gray towel around his neck, he is talking on the phone with his back to me. He is animated. He’s naked and glorious.

How can an ass be that perfect? Hard, tight, muscular, his butt and thighs are made up of well-maintained sinew. His back looks like a fanned-out cobra, broad. It contracts each time he moves. It then tapers down to his waist.

He turns and makes eye contact with me, and I do the only thing possible. I dive under my windowsill praying that he didn’t see me mentally jerking off to his god-like ass. He has a "V". I think I saw a "V".

“Shit.” Pain radiates on my elbow since I practically swan dived onto the floor. I rub it slowly, trying to soothe it.

My phone rings on the other side of the room. Instead of getting up and walking to it like a thinking person, I army crawl my way over to my bedside table, reach up and grab the phone.

The screen says, “Neighbor 1.” I groan.

I need to act natural. I need to act natural; I need to act natural. I answer the phone. “What!”

Lifting my hand I bury my face in my palm because I sound like a trucker.

I could almost hear him smirk on the other end. “If you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.”

Shame engulfs me.

“Oh god he saw me,” I whisper. I shut my eyes tightly. My elbow still throbs while I press my back to the wall.

“Actually, I was just about to call you and tell you to close your windows.” I lean on the side of my bed.

“Why?” His voice deepens.

“Because you are naked, and anyone can see you.”

I hear him shifting around. “You are my only neighbor.”

He has a point.

“Well still there are chances people might see you in your full naked glory.”

Glory! Really Sage! I hit my head with the heel of my hand.

“My glory huh? Have you considered closing your bedroom window? To block the glory, or, returning the favor?” he asks calmly.

He’s making fun of me, I can hear it in his voice. I can’t help but smile.

“I dare you come to your window and take it all in,” he says.

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