take care of.
Hope
skipped over to an old, worn mattress on the floor in the corner, hiked up her
skirt and laid down. She reached for her crotch, slipped her fingers in between
her moist folds and pushed their way up and in. Stroking herself, she recalled
the men’s fondling of that evening, how the dildo’s hairs brushed against her
legs, how it slid into her, filling her ass, making her rear end throb. Hope
imagined Alden being the man who touched her, who introduced the multiple items
to her body, who stuck his cock into her mouth and made love to her orally.
A
sultry moan from low in her throat broke free, followed by a gasp. No matter
how much she enjoyed picturing Alden while she pleasured herself and no matter
how much she needed to vocalize her fervor, she still had to keep quiet lest Buzz
caught wind of her self-dalliance habit and punished her for it. Pulling her
fingers out, she grasped her crotch and kneaded it. Plucking her clit brought
her to a rousing height and over the edge into an intense orgasm. She rode out
the waves, and moments after they ebbed, drifted into a satisfied sleep.
The
next morning she woke to the faint sound of knocking.
Why
isn’t Buzz answering the damn door ?
She
rose from the mattress and went to the small window. The rapping ceased. Brant
walked into view.
Hope
banged on the window and yelled, praying he would take note of the noise and
look up. He did, but appeared puzzled.
Frantic,
she scanned the room for an item with which she could break the window. On an
old, battered table sat a paperweight. She ran over, picked it up and lofted
the heavy piece at the window. The glass shattered.
Careful
not to step on any of the shards or cut herself on the ones left in the panes,
she poked her face out the hole and called down to the man.
“Brant!
Up here!”
He
craned his neck, and when his gaze met hers, waved.
“Brant,
I locked myself in the attic somehow. Could you come inside and let me out?”
“Your
front door is locked,” he yelled up to her.
Damn . She didn’t know if there was a
spare key hidden anywhere either. “You’ll just have to break in then. I need to
get out of this room.”
He
held up a finger and disappeared from view.
Is it possible I’ll be free soon? Anxiousness and excitement took
over. Her heart beat a rapid pace. Her palms became wet pools. She smoothed her
hands over her skirt to dry them, then retrieved the book she had been keeping
notes in from its hiding spot.
Several
minutes passed before she heard Brant on the stairs. He tried the doorknob.
“You’re
right,” his muffled voice stated. “The door is locked. You can’t unlock it from
that side?”
“No,
it’s the kind that needs a key from your side. Check above the door frame. I
think we keep one there.”
She
held her breath. The familiar click came. Hope let out the air in a whoosh.
When the door opened, she threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh,
thank you, thank you.” She released the startled man. “I can’t believe that
happened. I can be such a ninny at times. Buzz would have been so upset to find
out I was locked in the attic.”
“Glad
I could help. In fact, it’s a good thing I had left my comm-de here, otherwise I never would have come by. You would have
been stuck for quite a while.”
“Quite a while?” She led him down to the main
floor.
“Yeah,
didn’t he tell you? He and some of the guys have gone on a last minute
assignment. He doesn’t expect to be back for a few days.”
Her
blood froze in her veins. He had locked her in the attic and took off on a trip
without letting her out? The bastard .
“Yes,
it is great you came by. As for your device, I have an idea of where it is. Oh,
and if you see Buzz, please don’t mention my little mishap. He hates it when I
get scatterbrained,” she finished in her best helpless-little-female voice.
“Don’t
worry, I won’t. I don’t think he’d be too pleased with me either to know I lost
my device
Hope
skipped over to an old, worn mattress on the floor in the corner, hiked up her
skirt and laid down. She reached for her crotch, slipped her fingers in between
her moist folds and pushed their way up and in. Stroking herself, she recalled
the men’s fondling of that evening, how the dildo’s hairs brushed against her
legs, how it slid into her, filling her ass, making her rear end throb. Hope
imagined Alden being the man who touched her, who introduced the multiple items
to her body, who stuck his cock into her mouth and made love to her orally.
A
sultry moan from low in her throat broke free, followed by a gasp. No matter
how much she enjoyed picturing Alden while she pleasured herself and no matter
how much she needed to vocalize her fervor, she still had to keep quiet lest Buzz
caught wind of her self-dalliance habit and punished her for it. Pulling her
fingers out, she grasped her crotch and kneaded it. Plucking her clit brought
her to a rousing height and over the edge into an intense orgasm. She rode out
the waves, and moments after they ebbed, drifted into a satisfied sleep.
The
next morning she woke to the faint sound of knocking.
Why
isn’t Buzz answering the damn door ?
She
rose from the mattress and went to the small window. The rapping ceased. Brant
walked into view.
Hope
banged on the window and yelled, praying he would take note of the noise and
look up. He did, but appeared puzzled.
Frantic,
she scanned the room for an item with which she could break the window. On an
old, battered table sat a paperweight. She ran over, picked it up and lofted
the heavy piece at the window. The glass shattered.
Careful
not to step on any of the shards or cut herself on the ones left in the panes,
she poked her face out the hole and called down to the man.
“Brant!
Up here!”
He
craned his neck, and when his gaze met hers, waved.
“Brant,
I locked myself in the attic somehow. Could you come inside and let me out?”
“Your
front door is locked,” he yelled up to her.
Damn . She didn’t know if there was a
spare key hidden anywhere either. “You’ll just have to break in then. I need to
get out of this room.”
He
held up a finger and disappeared from view.
Is it possible I’ll be free soon? Anxiousness and excitement took
over. Her heart beat a rapid pace. Her palms became wet pools. She smoothed her
hands over her skirt to dry them, then retrieved the book she had been keeping
notes in from its hiding spot.
Several
minutes passed before she heard Brant on the stairs. He tried the doorknob.
“You’re
right,” his muffled voice stated. “The door is locked. You can’t unlock it from
that side?”
“No,
it’s the kind that needs a key from your side. Check above the door frame. I
think we keep one there.”
She
held her breath. The familiar click came. Hope let out the air in a whoosh.
When the door opened, she threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh,
thank you, thank you.” She released the startled man. “I can’t believe that
happened. I can be such a ninny at times. Buzz would have been so upset to find
out I was locked in the attic.”
“Glad
I could help. In fact, it’s a good thing I had left my comm-de here, otherwise I never would have come by. You would have
been stuck for quite a while.”
“Quite a while?” She led him down to the main
floor.
“Yeah,
didn’t he tell you? He and some of the guys have gone on a last minute
assignment. He doesn’t expect to be back for a few days.”
Her
blood froze in her veins. He had locked her in the attic and took off on a trip
without letting her out? The bastard .
“Yes,
it is great you came by. As for your device, I have an idea of where it is. Oh,
and if you see Buzz, please don’t mention my little mishap. He hates it when I
get scatterbrained,” she finished in her best helpless-little-female voice.
“Don’t
worry, I won’t. I don’t think he’d be too pleased with me either to know I lost
my device
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