Benson placed his bags on the ground, wiped his palms across his face, and held his waist with both hands. His knees were feeling a little shaky. That was the last thing he expected to see when he chose to surprise her by returning without warning her he was going to do so the next morning.
He was perplexed as to what he should do next. Several questions popped into his head: Why was she naked in the living room, for fucks sake? What exactly was she would have been doing What would he do in this situation? Being the one who follows her would be a horrible decision, and standing there would be even worse.
When he closed his eyes, a vision of her voluptuous naked figure appeared in his mind. You should have seen how her ass bounced as she sprinted down the hall to Julie's room. He was well aware that what had happened had only made matters worse for him. While she was still dressed, he was still wrestling with his emotions and imagination, now seeing this was too much for him to endure. Almost immediately, he felt the size of his cock increase. His hands were hanging at the back of his head as he gazed down at the bottom of his pants.
You never know when disaster is going to strike, do you?
He finally got the confidence to approach her and speak with her, even though he had absolutely nothing to say to her. What could he possibly say?
He took up a position near the door of Julie's room. He attempted to knock on the door, but his hand became stuck in mid-air. He took a deep breath and let it out all at once. When he looked down, he could see that his cock was still incredibly hard.
In vain, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer, which he never received. He knocked on the door once more, but she didn't come out.
Alita merely sat there, leaning against the door with her legs apart, not bothering to put on her clothes because she had already been seen. She was startled when she heard the knock on the door. Upon closer inspection of the clothing in her possession, it became clear she had only been able to retrieve her shirt and panties, leaving her bra and others at the bottom of the pile.
I'd never wear those again if I didn't have to. After hearing the knock on the door a second time, she scrunched her face up.
As he approached the front door, Benson said out her name almost inaudibly, but Alita could hear him because she was very next to him with just the door in between them. He chuckled and ruffled his hair, saying, "I don't even know what to say to you." He ruffled his hair with his hands as he said this. "I truly just have one question," he listened for any sound from the room.
Alita remained silent, but she had risen from the ground and put on her shirt and her panties before continuing. She came to the door and crossed her arms in front of her as if to say something.
"Can you tell me why you were naked in my living room?" Benson squinted a little, feeling weird about the question he had asked.
"In the first place, you were meant to be away for one week," Alita mumbled under her breath. "I'm curious as to what you're doing back here after one day." She inquired, a tone of annoyance in her voice. "If you could've stayed five minutes more in Miami…" she added.
"Well…ugh," He rummaged around in his brain for something to say. "I'd been missing you guys and wanted to surprise you, but what I came in to meet was, even more, a surprise, like..."
After a long sigh, Alita remarked, "You could have called, couldn't you?" she asked.
"It would ruin the surprise if I did..." He nibbled the inside of his bottom lip. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay. It's not totally my fault, to be clear... I just happened to walk in on you when you were doing whatever it was that involved you being naked."
"What the fuck, Sir, with all due respect, I am not the kind of person you are referring to. I don't…" She heaved and swallowed her words. "The fact that I was alone in the house led me to dress up in the living room, where your deviant face appeared and raped me," she exclaimed, flailing her hands all over the place as she talked. "You could have knocked," she said, a crease in her brows showing.
When Benson leaned his back against the door, he explained, "Remember, the living room is soundproofed so I wouldn't hear the ruckus from outside when I was in here, and you know it, so you wouldn't hear me knocking," He closed his eyes. My eyes were drawn to what I saw... the almighty's flawless handiwork. "I would have never thought you were completely undressed," He added.
"You have shattered my sense of womanly dignity. You have seen everything about me," Alita whined.
Benson couldn't tell whether she was crying or not because she was so close to him. He was befuddled and terrified all at the same time. "Please accept my apologies, Alita, I wish I could unsee..." No, I don't...
He slid his hands into his pockets. "For what it's worth, I didn't see much," he added, his heart pounding against his chest as he hoped he hadn't said something he shouldn't have and that she wouldn't take what he had said the wrong way.
"I was there all out, and everything was everywhere," Alita complained, her nose crinkling with irritation.
Except for Sarah, no one had ever seen her naked ever since her first sex with her in high school. Nobody was, in fact, meant totally nobody. Her insecurities were always ringing in her ears.
While half of her was embarrassed by her carelessness and wished it had never happened, the other half wished she could ask him what he thought of her, but she knew she couldn't. It would be very disastrous.
She had seen him with other girls who she considered to be more attractive than she was, and she had been jealous over and over again.
He might be a little let down with my body. She thought.
As she regained control of the rampage in her head, she muttered "Could you please leave me alone for a little while?" When she realized that he might not find her attractive as she doesn't also find herself, she flushed with embarrassment.
This was something she has struggled with since her break-up with her first and only boyfriend a few years ago. It all came to a head when he told her that he had been barely surviving her ugly ass body and that he was finally free of it, knowing that no other guy would ever want anything to do with her. She hasn't been able to grow past that.
When she glanced in the mirror, she still saw herself as that insecure teenage girlfriend, not realizing that she was a far cry from that girl and that she was a woman that Benson considers to be the best he has ever seen, and oh, how many he has been around and seen.
She had never put herself out there, and as a result, she had never been on a date since David in Junior year.
"Yeah," Benson said and left to the living room. he fell into the couch opposite the one she had been standing by when he entered the house.
The scene kept replaying in his thoughts over and again, and his cock refused to come down. She was extremely hot, and she was much more than he brewed in his thoughts regularly. His body trembled as his mind raced around in circles around her naked. His cock was so erect that it was pressing too hard against his jeans, which was causing him some discomfort.
He was so far up in his mind that he didn't realize what he was doing when he drew it out, put his fingers around it, and began softly kneading it. If you look closely, you could argue there was a presence that enforced blatant irresponsibility throughout the house, especially in the living room.
Benson reclined into the couch and moaned as he jerked up, a seriously obscure thought about Alita flashing across his thoughts at the time.
Alita snuck out of Julie's room after noticing the deafening silence in the house. She assumed he was out of the house. Benson was preoccupied with himself at the time. She went straight for her pants and bra.
She heard soft moans reverberating down the corridor. She couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from. She was befuddled and unsure of the sounds she heard. Her breathing became more labored, and her heart rate climbed. Fright overtook her as she realized she couldn't make out what the unfamiliar voice she was hearing was saying.
She took solid steps as she entered the living room, all the while listening intently. As she did this, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor.
The moaning got more audible, and she raised her face and froze when she caught a glimpse of Benson jerking away on the couch. She really wanted to rush back, but her feet and eyes were both fixed.
There she was, with the answer she had desired. He did consider her to be sufficiently attractive. His jerking off in the living room couldn't possibly have been for any other cause.
She smirked and took a few silent steps back towards Julie's room.