Tales of The Bedroom

Codes: Peeping Tom, Solo

Damien’s POV

The original Party:

Let me tell you one thing about Riley St Claire, she looks absolutely spectacular in nearly anything, or as I and an astronomically small number know, she also looks amazing in nothing. The runs at Crissy Fields really pay off, also what ever herbal tea she got from that little shop in Chinatown clearly must work wonder. Riley nearly always is in dark colors, blacks, blues, hunter greens, metallic reds and my all time favorite, indigo. She was wearing a sparkling indigo backless halter that showed what I call tiger stripes when her body grew to fast for her skin, her auburn hair sliding over the pale skin. Skin type size 10 tall onyx pants hugged all the right places of her 40 inch inter thigh legs. Her eye shadow gave her green eyes a whole new level of illumination and the wine rose gave her mouth the most kissable look ever.

GODS, I sound like a fag

But on to her naked, it’s a really funny story how I got that glories image imprinted in my head


It was the middle of July in New York, we were 15, our parents and younger siblings when for the weekend in the Hamptons, but it didn’t really appeal to us to be trapped in the sunshine with people who barley spent an hour with us. Rylie and I decided to stay over at my penthouse because my parents’ servants were going to be going with them, we liked our privacy.

She had just dragged from Pottery Barn, into Create ‘n Barrel for her quest for the perfect martini glass. I threw in the towel and took her to this great Sushi place a few blocks for my building. We had Dragon Rolls, Eel Rolls and Californa Rolls with an order of Gyoza, and Rangoon along with a bottle of Golden Moon silver Sake, excellent food. A rare thunderstorm passed in and it was pouring by the time we finished.

“We could just call a car.” I yelled over the hiss of the sidewalk steam.

“Where’s the fun?” She yelled as she raced a head of me, ‘Pity she’s not wearing white.’ I thought as I ran to catch her.

Needless to say 5 blocks later, places I didn’t know could get wet where dripping. After a glare from the doorman and giggling as we rode the elevator up, we finally got into my room, high ceilings navy walls, mahogany furniture that several tree monkeys in the Amazon lost their home over and my workstation. The full wall window which covered where my futon was laid out gave a hint of a view of the ocean, which was the one highlight of the space.

“Itchy,” she said as she clawed her skin she always would get very itching after staying wet for too long.

“Go take a shower.” I said as I took of my shirt.

“Kay,” She pushed the door to the bathroom open then pushed it shut, not noticing the towel stopping it halfway. The halfway closing the door to my bathroom Her back was to the door, but the wall length mirror reflecting her image onto the circular one above my nightstand, She pulled her lime green sticky tank top off, along with the silver sports bra.

Looking up, I saw the mounds of soft nearly albino flesh, pale coral colored frames and the rosy dimpled pebbles still standing proud from the chill of the rain. Her hands moved to her front, unbuttoning the hunter green daisy dukes, pulling them down, leaving her in winking black Joe Boxers. Her legs never looked longer as the last irksome clothing fell off. She was bare bottomed, shaved from this mornings shower, not a hair insight to block my perfect image of her sex. She out of view and into the shower, closing her eyes like she normally does when she bathes. At that moment I could not have been gladder to have clear shower curtains as I moved into the doorway to see her.

Now if I had better judgment, I would have gone to the door to get a better look, I would have gone take a cold shower in one of the guest room to get rid of the hard-on pocking at my jeans. The shower was against the far wall so all I saw was her back and perfect bottom as she tested the temperature. Thank gods she likes the have it on her back. She turned, giving me the full Monty.

But It was too perfect, she turned the water on at a colder setting, making the soften nipples harder, she moving her hands up her smoothed stomach to hold them, then started to kneed them, to make her itch go away. I barley registered taking myself in my hands and begin pulling as I sat crouched in the door way. She was pinching the nubs as a slight moan came as the itching skin stopped, she move her left hand down to the smoother intersection of her legs, bringing her hands down to get some of the cold water into all the hot spots. The icy temp made her twinge as she sat down in the shower to cool her legs off, spreading her legs wide, giving me the full view of her flower. I pulled faster, wanting her to touch it like I wanted to. She lowered her hands and rubbed the red numb, and I felt my lions heighten and a surge of cum race out onto my hand, a gasped as I felt the after shocks, lucky she didn’t here over the shower. She finished her cool down and got ready to towel of so I got out of their so quickly and into another bathroom to ‘cool’ off clean up.

She never will know the lust I always felt for her. And I don’t want to burden her with it.