Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

I don’t know why I’m not more frightened. Maybe it’s because I’ve had to deal with Clyde and the terror he caused me but Nick doesn’t strike me as the same kind of guy.

He watches me as I walk around his house but he doesn’t touch me or say anything that would make me scared of him. In fact, the longer he watches me the more I put on a little show for him.

I can’t imagine how lonely he must be out here on his own for so long.

He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He looks at me in a way Clyde never has.

“Nick, is there anywhere for me to wash up?”

“Wash?” He asks like the word is foreign. I know it’s not. He’s clean so I know he must wash from time to time. “Uh, yes. Over here.” He gestures with his hand through a small hallway that looks one second away from crumbling around us.

I follow Nick down the narrow hallway, my fingers trailing along the cracked plaster walls. The floorboards creak beneath our feet, and I can smell the musty scent of age and neglect.

Nick pushes open a weathered door, revealing a small bathroom. The porcelain tub is stained with rust, and the mirror above the sink is clouded with age. But it's clean, surprisingly so.

"Thank you," I murmur, stepping inside. Nick hovers in the doorway, his eyes never leaving me. I turn to face him, my heart quickening. "I'll just be a few minutes."

He nods, hesitating before slowly closing the door. I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall.

As I turn on the faucet, the pipes groan in protest before sputtering out a stream of cold water. I splash my face, the chill shocking me back to reality. What am I doing here? Why aren't I running?

I shouldn’t feel safe here but I do. Nick feels safer to me than Clyde.

Looking around the miniature bathroom, I realize the shack is more of an old run-down house. With some work and a lot of supplies it could actually be livable.

As the thoughts race through my mind I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It feels like someone is watching me. I turn toward the door and try to listen but I don’t hear anything besides the animals scurrying around outside.

Nick is out there though. I know it. He’s already told me that he enjoys watching me.

Feeling a bravery come from somewhere deep inside I let the water wash down my front as I turn directly in the direction of the door. If he’s there, he can have a show.

“I know you’re out there, Nick. Don’t be scared. I want to see you too.”

I don’t know how she knew I was behind the door. I’m usually quieter than that. It is of no matter to me, though. The second she tells me she wants to see me, I only have one thing on my mind. I want to come and now.

I push open the door roughly. The nearly rotten wood shakes and dust particles float to the floor as it hits the back wall. I don’t move any closer. I know how to keep my distance.

Without waiting for permission. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. It’s heavy and dripping. Just the air hitting it is painful.

“Go on. Let me see what my body makes you do.” Macy whispers as she tilts her head back and lets the water flush over her.

I’ve never had a woman. Never been lucky enough to feel pussy wrapped around my shaft but I can imagine. I imagine hers is the best in the world.

Squeezing the tip of my cock I gather some pre-cum and quickly grab the shaft as I quickly start stroking myself.

“Slow, Nick, go slow.” She orders me and like a soldier without the ability to tell her no I do as she asks.

I obey her command, slowing my strokes to an agonizing pace. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I watch her, mesmerized by the way the water cascades down her body. She arches her back slightly, and I can see the outline of her breasts through her wet shirt.

"That's it," she coos, her eyes locked on mine. "You're doing so well, Nick."

Her praise sends a shiver through me. I've never felt anything like this before - this mixture of desire, adoration, and something else I can't quite name. My hand moves almost of its own accord, up and down my shaft in long, slow strokes.

Macy takes a step towards me, water dripping from her onto the worn linoleum floor. "Do you like what you see, Nick?" she asks, her voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to form words. My eyes roam over her body, drinking in every curve, every detail. She's so close now I can smell her - a intoxicating mix of rain and something uniquely her.

"Tell me," she whispers. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

The words tumble out of me, raw and honest. "I want to touch you. To feel your skin against mine. I want to taste you, to make you feel good. I've never... I don't know how, but I want to learn."

A soft smile plays on her lips. "Oh, Nick," she says, reaching up to cup her breast with her wet hand. "We have all the time in the world for that. For now, just enjoy this. Enjoy me."

I shudder at the way she looks, my strokes becoming more erratic. I'm close, so close, but I don't want this moment to end.

"It's okay," Macy murmurs, her eyes never leaving mine. "Let go for me, Nick. Show me how much you want me."

With a strangled cry, I come hard, my release spilling over my hand as waves of pleasure crash over me.

As I come down from my high, reality starts to seep back in. What have I done?

"Thank you," she says softly. "For trusting me. For letting me see you like this."

I nod, unable to speak. She smiles again, then turns back to the sink. "Now, why don't you go clean up while I finish washing?”

I nod again. What the hell is happening. Is this normal? My mind is racing as the knowledge of what I just did solidifies in my mind. Could I have more with her? Would she let me?

If I thought I wouldn’t let Macy go before, this only strengthens my resolve. I’ve been out here too long. Now that I’ve found Macy I’m going to make her mine. She’ll never want to leave and even if she does I won’t let her.