together.
Slipping off my shoes, I undressed making my way to the bathroom. I reached into the shower , turning on the water to let it begin to warm. There was a slight chill in the cabin and a warm shower was what I needed. My hair brush was lying by the sink and I picked it up starting to brush my hair. I looked in the mirror seeing what a mess the wind had made of it.
“Well crap,” I complained. “This is gonna take forever to brush out.” I stepped into the bedroom pulling a hair clip out of my suitcase, twisting my hair up on my head, and clipping it in place. The water was warm as I stepped inside the shower letting it spray against my body. I turned in a circle making sure my entire body was wet as I lathered my ha nds with the bath gel. ‘Oh hell, who am I kidding,’ I thought leaning against the wall. I wanted Alan’s arms around me so I knew what I needed to do. I rinsed the gel from my body, turned the water off, and grabbed a towel to dry myself. I picked a pair of black boxers to wear, threw on a T-shirt that came almost to my knees, and slipped on my flip flops. Grabbing my key and brush, I headed for Alan’s door.
The air was cool making my skin pebble with goose bumps. I hesitated at his door thinking maybe he wouldn’t want me back after the fit I had thrown. My eyes began to tear up as I knocked softly on the door.
Alan opened the door dressed in shorts and nothing else. He found me standing there with tears streaming down my face and shivering. I was sure I looked pitiful.
I couldn’t hold my tears back as I stationed myself there in the cool evening air. He stared into my eyes and broke into a warm smile that went to his eyes.
“Can I come in, Alan?” I begged.
He tenderly cupped my face in his hand saying, “Yes, little girl. I want you to come in.” He drew me into his arms holding me close against his body letting me cry.
“Oh Alan, I need your arms around me. I need to feel your warmth,” I cried. “Please, don’t let go of me.”
“Never, little girl. You’ll have to pry my arms off,” he answered. “I have to tell you again how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you.”
I placed my fingers on his lips. “Shh, I am the one who is sorry for yelling at you. It’s all in the past. We go on from here.”
Alan bent down placing his lips against mine softly at first. As he drew my body closer against his, his kiss became harder and more demanding. The hairbrush that was in my hand pressed against his back. Pulling back, he looked at me and asked what was in my hand.
I laughed saying, “It’s my hair brush. I have to work on brushing this rat’s nest out. That’s what I get for taking my hair out of the ponytail when I was on the back of your bike.”
“Here, give it to me,” he offered. “I’ll do it.” He had me sit on the bed pulling my body in between his legs up against his crotch.
I couldn’t resist giggling, “What do you have in your crotch? Are you just happy to see me?”
He chuckled and hugged me closer pressing his cock against my ass saying, “I can show you just how happy I am to see you if you want me to!”
Taking the hair clip out, he let my hair fall down in a mangled mess. He started at the bottom of my hair gently brushing the tangles out , working his way up my head. Twenty minutes later he had them all brushed out and my hair smooth. He ran his fingers through it seeming to enjoy the feel of it.
“Will you let me braid it?” he asked.
“Sure, but I don’t have a ponytail holder with me,” I replied.
“I think I’ve got a rubber band or two in my suitcase, hang on a minute,” he suggested. He scooted off the bed and rifled through his suitcase until he found the bag filled with safety pins, paper clips, band -aids, and rubber bands.
“Yep, here’s one,” he told me holding it up.
He sat back on the bed behind me moving up close and
Slipping off my shoes, I undressed making my way to the bathroom. I reached into the shower , turning on the water to let it begin to warm. There was a slight chill in the cabin and a warm shower was what I needed. My hair brush was lying by the sink and I picked it up starting to brush my hair. I looked in the mirror seeing what a mess the wind had made of it.
“Well crap,” I complained. “This is gonna take forever to brush out.” I stepped into the bedroom pulling a hair clip out of my suitcase, twisting my hair up on my head, and clipping it in place. The water was warm as I stepped inside the shower letting it spray against my body. I turned in a circle making sure my entire body was wet as I lathered my ha nds with the bath gel. ‘Oh hell, who am I kidding,’ I thought leaning against the wall. I wanted Alan’s arms around me so I knew what I needed to do. I rinsed the gel from my body, turned the water off, and grabbed a towel to dry myself. I picked a pair of black boxers to wear, threw on a T-shirt that came almost to my knees, and slipped on my flip flops. Grabbing my key and brush, I headed for Alan’s door.
The air was cool making my skin pebble with goose bumps. I hesitated at his door thinking maybe he wouldn’t want me back after the fit I had thrown. My eyes began to tear up as I knocked softly on the door.
Alan opened the door dressed in shorts and nothing else. He found me standing there with tears streaming down my face and shivering. I was sure I looked pitiful.
I couldn’t hold my tears back as I stationed myself there in the cool evening air. He stared into my eyes and broke into a warm smile that went to his eyes.
“Can I come in, Alan?” I begged.
He tenderly cupped my face in his hand saying, “Yes, little girl. I want you to come in.” He drew me into his arms holding me close against his body letting me cry.
“Oh Alan, I need your arms around me. I need to feel your warmth,” I cried. “Please, don’t let go of me.”
“Never, little girl. You’ll have to pry my arms off,” he answered. “I have to tell you again how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you.”
I placed my fingers on his lips. “Shh, I am the one who is sorry for yelling at you. It’s all in the past. We go on from here.”
Alan bent down placing his lips against mine softly at first. As he drew my body closer against his, his kiss became harder and more demanding. The hairbrush that was in my hand pressed against his back. Pulling back, he looked at me and asked what was in my hand.
I laughed saying, “It’s my hair brush. I have to work on brushing this rat’s nest out. That’s what I get for taking my hair out of the ponytail when I was on the back of your bike.”
“Here, give it to me,” he offered. “I’ll do it.” He had me sit on the bed pulling my body in between his legs up against his crotch.
I couldn’t resist giggling, “What do you have in your crotch? Are you just happy to see me?”
He chuckled and hugged me closer pressing his cock against my ass saying, “I can show you just how happy I am to see you if you want me to!”
Taking the hair clip out, he let my hair fall down in a mangled mess. He started at the bottom of my hair gently brushing the tangles out , working his way up my head. Twenty minutes later he had them all brushed out and my hair smooth. He ran his fingers through it seeming to enjoy the feel of it.
“Will you let me braid it?” he asked.
“Sure, but I don’t have a ponytail holder with me,” I replied.
“I think I’ve got a rubber band or two in my suitcase, hang on a minute,” he suggested. He scooted off the bed and rifled through his suitcase until he found the bag filled with safety pins, paper clips, band -aids, and rubber bands.
“Yep, here’s one,” he told me holding it up.
He sat back on the bed behind me moving up close and
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