Dirty Seduction

He probably dates businesswomen types, older ladies with hot glasses tight buns, and a wicked smile. Women who can talk politics with him over coffee and talk dirty with him between the sheets. The thought of Nick talking dirty makes my skin prickle.

I wonder again if he makes the kind of noises I’ve heard coming from Mum’s bedroom.

I try to pull myself together and decide that it’s probably better to go and wait in Jane’s room until he’s finished, but I don’t. I’m in that strange place again, where everything feels surreal, and my feet are moving on their own, tiptoe steps so carefully as I inch my way across the landing. Just a little. further. I just want to see a little bit more…

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But I can’t stop myself.

I don’t want to stop myself.

I keep my eyes on the tiles as I edge closer. They are the expensive kind, as those spa hotels have. I went to one once for Kelly Anne’s birthday, just for a swim, but I couldn’t stop staring at everything. It was so beautiful, so grand. Nick’s house is like that. He has one of those modern basins, one of the big ceramic bowls that sits on top of tiles, not like the tired old sink we have at mine. He has golden-brown towels over one of those fancy metal radiators. They match the color of the bathroom perfectly. He’s so stylish.

I think of those towels touching his skin, think of him rubbing himself down when he’s finished, and my eyes creep further in, my toes edging closer to the doorway. I can feel the steam on my face.

It feels nice.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t even believe I’m doing this.

I take a breath as my toes touch the tiles, eyes wide as I lean forward enough to peep around the door.

Insane. I’m insane.

But he left the door open… it was his mistake… maybe I didn’t realize… maybe I wanted the toilet…

The sight of him makes my tummy flutter and lurch. He’s got his back to me, his big fingers lathering shampoo into his hair. His shoulders are broad, and his back tapers into a slim waist. He’s muscular… toned… I can see the definition in his back even through the steam.

Oh Lord, please don’t let him see me…

He tips his head back to let the water rinse his hair, and his hands move over his body. I wish I could see the front of him. I wish I could see all of him.

He leans back, and his hands move lower. His perfect ass tightens, his thighs so tense, and I can see his arms, moving… and it feels so…

Dirty.

He’s touching himself.

The wave of shock ripples through me, and it makes my brain pop … like the time I turned on the TV in the living room and it was on a channel it shouldn’t be, playing one of Mum’s boyfriend’s dirty DVDs…

I’d closed my eyes instinctively, then watched it through splayed fingers knowing perfectly well I shouldn’t. Knowing I shouldn’t be tingling in private places, shouldn’t want to touch myself at the sight of those big veiny dicks on screen.

They’d looked so big. Much bigger than I’d imagined.

Those men made the same noises I heard through my bedroom wall.

And Nick’s making noises, too.

Quiet ones. Nothing but breath and grunts. I can barely hear him over the sound of the water but it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.

My thighs clench tight, and it flutters there. I want to race back to Jane’s bed and touch myself, but I can’t, I can’t stop watching. It seems to take forever, standing statue still as Nick’s arm jerks and the water washes over him, but I don’t care. I want it to take forever.

He braces a hand against the tiles and lowers his head, and his grunts are a bit louder now, his hips thrusting forward. He swears under his breath, and I know this is it, know he’s about to come. I’ve seen it on the internet, I know how cocks look when men come. I wonder if Nick’s looks just like that. My breath is so fast but so shallow.

I watch it all. Watch him tense and thrust, soaking up the way his body looks, all the noises he makes.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

When he’s done, he relaxes, washes himself off like nothing’s happened, and reality crashes in, the horror of knowing I’ve been spying on someone’s most private moments. He turns off the water quicker than I expect, and I’m sprung right out of my dazed state. I back away, clumsy this time, dash back across the landing to Jane’s room, and close the door behind me.

It closes too loud and I feel horrendous.

Embarrassment burns so hot.

I dive under the covers and pull them high over my head. Screw my eyes tight shut and try and calm my racing heart.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What the hell have I done?

I flinch as I hear a rap at the door, waiting for Nick to order me out of here, waiting for him to demand an explanation that I don’t stand a hope in hell of giving.

The handle turns.

Slowly.

So slowly.