Excited

Ronny Point of View

Oh, she was almost naked and it was stunning. I didn't see much and not for long, but what I saw took my breath away. Creamy peach shoulders that I wanted to drag my lips over. Long, thick dark hair that my fingers longed to touch. Her towel was tight around her body, showing off the fantastic globes of her buttocks. And her bare legs... God... what I would do to have them around my hips.

I saw her for a moment and, in an instant, she disappeared behind the bedroom door. Maybe I had dreamed it, but my crotch was so hard and painful in my pants that it couldn't be an illusion.

However, I was her boss. He couldn't think of her as a sexual object. The image of her body with her towel appeared in my brain again. How the hell could he stop thinking about her like that?

I tried to refocus on the emails she was checking, but it was no use. So I decided to take a shower. Maybe it would cool the heat he had felt after seeing her.

While she was showering, I grabbed my suitcase from the bedroom and placed it in the corner of the living room. I approached her and grabbed a change of clothes and my toiletry bag, although I wouldn't deny that I considered going out in a towel like she had done. Would you like what you saw if she only had a towel hanging around her waist? She may not be the biggest man, but I stay in shape.

I turned on the shower, undressed, and stepped under the spray, letting it hit my face for a while before ducking my head under it. I pressed my palms against the tiles as I stood there letting the water wash away the carnal thoughts.

But it does not work. Her soft shoulders, her gorgeous hair, her round booty... All of that came to mind at once. I looked at my crotch, which was in a position of maximum attention. don't fuck

It was wrong to think of her that way. Maybe it was because I hadn't been with a woman in a long time and that's why Katy was having this effect on me. Shit, it had also been a long time since she'd last jerked me off. Maybe that was the problem. My crotch was tired of being ignored.

This could be a problem if I didn't find a way to manage my lust. If now I was going to have a fever because of the sight of her in a towel burned into my brain, what was going to happen when I saw her and had to pretend that I was in love with her? Maybe I needed to take care of my crotch to get it under control.

I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it once feeling the buzz of electricity crackle through my body. She had always enjoyed sex, but I had never given in to my sexual urges like most of my siblings seemed to do. Still, I had to admit that the first caress felt good to me.

Since I was alone, I allowed myself to indulge Katy's fantasy. I closed my eyes and my hand slowly slid down my crotch as I conjured up the image of her.

Instead of rushing into the bedroom, she came out of the bathroom in a towel and walked towards me. Her gray eyes were flirtatious as she teased the fold of the towel as if she were going to show me what was underneath it. I moaned as the pleasure increased.

"All clean? " I asked for.

"Yeah. Do you want to see it?” "She," she pulled on the towel. It opened and her peach skin was exposed. Her breasts were round and perfect. Her nipples, pink and distended, made my mouth water.

"Fuck," I moaned again when the image of her made me very horny. I felt like a boiling liquid was running through my veins.

Suddenly, we were in the shower and she got down on her knees. I grunted as my crotch seemed to lengthen, get harder, and hurt more.

She looked at me as my crotch bounced inches from her mouth and I swore she was about to jump out of my skin.

“Suck it,” I demanded. Suck me baby.

Her lips wrapped around my tip and my head leaned back as my hand flew along my shaft, stroking harder, faster until I could barely breathe. Oh, it was good. So, so fucking good. The pressure increased. My hips rocked back and forth, helped by my hand.

Fuck, fuck, fuck... I screamed in my brain as my balls tightened and I thrust hard, shooting one load and then another onto the Italian tiled shower wall. Even though the sexual tension in my body decreased, my crotch continued to move and throb with my orgasm.

“Damn it,” I said quietly. I couldn't remember the last time she had come so hard on me. But sexual satisfaction was followed by guilt and rejection. I couldn't think of her like that. Not anymore, if my brothers knew I was getting excited about her they would have my grandmother kick me out of the company quickly.

I hit the cold water, letting it freeze the burning of her. I washed and then dressed in clean khakis and a pale blue button"down shirt.

I shaved and I combed my hair back. I looked in the mirror wondering how the hell I got here. "It's a business," I told myself. I walked out of the bathroom and stopped dead when I saw Katy standing by the window. She had her back to me as she looked at the garden.

Her hair was still loose, cascading down her back. She hadn't realized it was that long. She was wearing a light yellow summer dress that tapered at her waist, giving her that perfect hourglass shape that God instilled in men to respond to her. Or at least that's what it did to me. The desire to touch her began to grow again. I put my hands in my pockets so as not to sin.

"List? "I asked for.

She turned and smiled at me, and holy hell if she didn't make my chest light up. What the hell was happening? How was it that I had worked with this woman day after day and had never noticed her beauty or felt the effects of her on my body until now? Of course, it would be wrong to have noticed it before, just as it was wrong now.

"Yeah. "She," she sighed as she looked out the window again. Live she is even more beautiful.

"She certainly was," I thought as she watched her. Of course, she was talking about the Italian countryside. She turned away from the window.

"Am I dressed appropriately? I want to live up to it”.

I swallowed and took a deep breath so I could respond like a normal man, not one who was lusting after her assistant.

"You are precious. Me too? Am I okay without a tie? “She,” she laughed.

"You are the one who lives in this world.

I opened the door to the suite to let her out, noticing again the sweet aroma of flowers and the sun. Was it her shampoo? Soap? Only her?

"Ah, they're here. How was the room? " Christian asked when we reached the dining room.

"She's beautiful," I said. It's very nice of you to do this for us.

"Yes, well, I have the feeling that the two of them are not very romantic. I wonder if it's an American thing or just you two.”

I looked at Katy wondering if we were failing to give the feeling of two people in love. Considering how powerfully I had come in the shower, it was hard to think that she didn't realize that I liked my assistant.

"All work and no play makes Americans very boring people. Do you know that in your country they take fewer vacations than here in Europe? " Christian said.

“Work ethic is a highly valued character trait in America,” Katy said.

"Do you think we don't work hard? We also love with passion and play with joy. I suspect that makes us just as productive because we don't get burned on both sides. "Christian was firm in his assessment of Europeans over Americans.

"Burning the candle at both ends, darling," Martina said as she entered the room. The saying is to burn the candle at both ends.

"Yes of course.”

"Well, I'm not going to argue that the weather in Italy is rejuvenating," Katy said. She took my arm. What do you think... darling?

"I think my crotch is liking him touching me." Ready to back away, I said:

"I think you're right.

"Come”. “We will have wine on the terrace before eating,” said Martina.

We sat on the terrace overlooking Tuscany, but the only thing I could see was Katy. The long, dark waves of her flowing as the wind gently moved them back. Her sweet smile as she tasted the expensive wine. The way her eyes looked at me from time to time, surprising me, looking at her. God, I hoped she thought I was playing a role. If she knew what he'd done in the shower or how he was suddenly completely bewitched by her, she'd probably leave him.

Of course, I wasn't the only one who got carried away by Katy. Christian and Martina seemed charmed by her wit and charm. She was right when on the plane she said they would ask us about our history, as it was one of the first questions we were asked. I let her take the lead, as she suspected she would do better. I made sure to pay attention in case she had to repeat it.

“I have to say, I'm surprised you decided to take the plunge in the end,” Christian told me. You seem so straight.

"Is that a way of saying boring? "I asked for.

"He's very sensitive about that," Katy said, caressing my hand.

"It's not boring, necessarily, but normally in the United States having a relationship with your assistant is frowned upon, right? I'm sure it happens all the time, but for someone like you it's like she's gone too far, so to speak. "Christian seemed to like American expressions.

"How could I have avoided it? "I said, putting my hand on Katy's. His was warm and soft, something she already knew from the few times she had touched it.

"Of course," Martina said with a smile, "your fiancé is charming."

It is. "I brought her hand to her lips and kissed her. It wasn't until I saw the flash of surprise in her eyes that I realized what she had done.