Classic Novel
Chapter 27
I toweled off and came back out in my boxers.
I steeled myself for the worst – that she might still be lying naked on the bed –
But she was fully dressed and buttoning up her silk blouse.
She looked over at me and smirked. “Was it good for you, baby?”
I ignored her, went to the foot of the bed, and opened the wooden trunk.
“Did you think of me when you came?” she purred.
“No,” I lied as I pulled out folded items of clothing, one by one, and laid them on the bed.
“But you did come, right?” she asked with a mocking, seductive tone. “I mean, I don’t see the Rock-Hard Tower of Pisa in your shorts anymore, so – ”
“The shower’s available.”
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“More or less.”
“Then no thanks. Besides, you probably got cum all over the place.” She crinkled up her nose. “Ewwwwww, gross.” Then she giggled. “You could’ve just come on my tits.”
As she continued to talk, she walked over to me slowly… seductively.
“I would’ve let you,” she murmured. “Or you could come on my ass… which would you prefer?”
She put a soft hand on my arm.
My skin tingled at her touch. Life started to surge back into my cock.
Shit –
But I was saved when she started gagging.
“What the fuck is that smell?!” she cried out as she covered her nose.
“Mothballs,” I said.
I put them all over my clothes when I wasn’t here. Otherwise, moths would turn everything into Swiss cheese.
I could have packed everything in plastic bags, I guess… but the mothball scent always faded after wearing my clothes for a day or two. Either that or I got used to it. And I didn’t mind the smell.
Lucia did.
“Fuck, that’s horrible!” she yelped as she backed away.
“Don’t use too many mothballs in your fancy palazzo, huh?” I asked as I stepped into a pair of jeans.
“NO, we don’t,” she said as she retreated across the room. “Ugh – if you wanted to turn me off, congratulations, it worked.”
“Good,” I said as I slipped a white t-shirt over my head.
“Why are you dressing like that?”
I put on a green plaid shirt and began to button it up. “We can’t go traipsing around the woods in designer clothes. We’ll stick out like sore thumbs.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean, ‘we’?”
“What do you think I mean?”
“This is all I’ve got to wear.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on some wool socks. “Which is why we’re going into town to get you some new clothes. We’ll eat breakfast first, but – ”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to be seen.”
I shrugged as I pulled on some Timberland boots. “It’s unavoidable.”
“You said we couldn’t go into town last night and stay in a hotel!”
I finished lacing up my boots and smiled at her. “Well… you seemed to enjoy your time here, anyway. I know I certainly did.”
She glared at me, then turned and walked out of the room.
“Asshole,” I heard her mutter.