The Secret in the Back Room
Chapter 3
Boom!
Clarissa's words hit my brain like a bolt of lightning. For a moment, I couldn't think at all.
My mind went completely blank, my body frozen stiff like a statue.
What did Clarissa mean by that?
Had she figured it out?
How could she possibly know what I looked like down there?
What the hell was going on?
Before I could make sense of anything, those soft hands kept moving, slowly working up and down. Her fingernails even brushed lightly over my balls.
I was a grown man. Obviously, I'd had my share of urges.
I'd had girlfriends before, though things never went all the way. Most of the time, I just handled things myself.
But Clarissa's hands felt nothing like my own.
I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the waves of sensation building in my body.
What was wrong with me?
Why did it feel like I was even more sensitive than usual today?
Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs.
Help!
I screamed silently inside my head.
Someone, please help me.
It felt like my mind had been torn in two.
A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.
Then suddenly, her hand left me.
I heard soft rustling sounds.
My heart jumped straight into my throat.
A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me.
Was that her…
My breath caught.
Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.
It was unbelievably wet.
Fear twisted in my chest, but mixed in with it was a strange anticipation for what might happen next.
But Clarissa didn't rush.
She just kept pressing close, slowly grinding against me, almost teasing.
"This thing really does look like Shawn's," she murmured.
"Usually, all I can do is sneak one of his boxers and deal with it that way. At least now, I've got a substitute. Oh, Shawn… my Shawn…"
What? She stole my underwear?
The words exploded in my head like thunder. For a moment, I couldn't even process them.
But along with the shock came a strange flicker of excitement.
Was my charm really that strong?
Clarissa, who was over a decade older than me, actually felt this way about me?
Why would she steal my underwear?
It didn't take much imagination to figure that out. She definitely wasn't taking them home just to collect them.
The thought that my underwear had been used by Clarissa in that way made my body tense even harder.
Below the waist, the heat kept pressing against me.
My body throbbed with every pulse, and my grip on my own self-control was slipping fast. A part of me was almost desperate for Clarissa to hurry up and take care of me properly.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
A stranger's voice suddenly came from the front of the shop.
Clarissa immediately stepped back.
I heard the quick rustle of clothing as she pulled her pants back on.
"Who is it?" she called out, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
Meanwhile, I shifted slightly on the bed, a little restless.
I couldn't help feeling a hint of disappointment.
Of all times for someone to walk in, why now?
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