Page 67 of Out on a Limb
Collette went in, closing the door behind her.
The alarm in my room started to beep, keeping me from staring at the closed door. I went in, shutting it off before digging out a clean uniform.
The shower switched on, pulling my attention back to the closed door.
Like a creep, I couldn’t help but imagine what was happening on the other side. I’d seen more than a little of Collette at this point. I’d done my best to keep it clinical, but it was impossible not to notice how well the woman was put together.
Every bit of her was just about as perfect as it got.
From the thick curve of her thighs and ass, to the soft fullness of her hips and belly, she was the epitome of womanly, and it was taking everything I had not to think about what it would be like to have my hands on her.
The tuck of my towel was suddenly tighter than it was a minute ago.
I shoved at my dick, trying to force him down as I pulled up my boxer briefs, using the towel as cover. The last thing I wanted was for Collette to come out of the bathroom and get the wrong idea.
Which she would definitely think was the right idea. And while at this point I wasn’t completely against it, we had shit to do, so Collette, and my dick, would have to wait.
At least until this was all straightened out.
I pulled on my shorts as fast as I could, stuffing my still hard cock down and to one side before zipping up. I left my shirt untucked, hoping the added layer would help hide what I probably should have handled during my shower.
The bathroom door opened and Collette stepped out, wrapped in one of the towels from my stock.
Towels that were sized perfectly to cover me from the waist to the knees.
Not all Collette needed covered.
She glanced down. “Your towels are a little smaller than I realized.”
I was staring. Willing the thing to fall. Maybe shift just enough that I could get a peek at what was underneath. “Sorry.”
I wasn’t.
“Don’t be.” She was carrying the shirt she’d slept in. “It’s not like you were expecting this.” Collette came into the room and went to where her shorts were folded on the end of the bed. “I’ll get dressed and then we can leave.”
“You can’t put those back on.” The clothes were filthy. Shorts dirty from her tree climbing escapade. Shirt…
The shirt was probably fine, but it wouldn’t work into the plan I’d come up with.
I went to my drawer and pulled out one of my old uniforms. “Here.” I passed the shorts and t-shirt her way. “Put these on.”
She held up the smaller pair of shorts. “What are these from?”
“I used to be skinny.”
“I thought you used to be chubby.”
“I’ve been both.”
Her eyes came to slide down my front. “Interesting.”
I walked past her, refusing to read anything into the expression on her face. It would only cause me more problems.
And I had plenty enough already.
“Coffee’s ready whenever you are.” I pulled the door closed, cutting off the visual burning itself into my brain.
I went to the kitchen and filled a cup all the way to the brim, immediately taking a long drink of the scalding hot liquid, letting the burn refocus my attention.
