Sevgilim♥My Darling

🌼Chapter-3🌼

With wonder in her eyes and awe in her heart, she takes the staircase to the west wing. She knows the man who intimated her a few moments back must still be at the east wing of the mansion because she watched him getting to that part right then. In this way, she concludes that Deniz's room must be on the second floor of the west wing while his uncle leaves on the east side. If only Deniz could have clarified it instead of being lethargic she would reach the exact destination without any kind of worry.

Like every lady out there our heroine is also very squeamish about her dirty clothes and her fastidious attitude makes her slip fast into the room which seems to her to be her boyfriend's. The door is not locked, so a small push to the lid causes her to get inside easily. Then taking swift steps she directs herself towards the washroom, inhaling the fresh woody smell of the space. The scent is different nonetheless it is enchanting to her to find herself enclosed in such a spacious room with a king-sized bed. There something happens to her mind because she can not stop thinking of herself pressed against the muslin sheet spread over the mattress but when her fancy deepens further she can not imagine a gigantic human being but Deniz being the owner of such royal luxuries around along with the bed on which she envisions herself along. Perhaps some perversion enters her mind too as she shakes her head immediately to throw out the idea and seizes the hold of the bathroom door to pull it open.

It is empty as she thought it to be. So, gradually she starts to take off her clothes one by one and later steps towards the closet side, just then like a whiplash something hits back her sixth sense propelling her to swing her head towards the steam bath corner.

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Those crystal clear glasses get white in smoke when he is still panting for breath having himself completely naked. Though he was determined to take a cold shower the repetitive memory regarding the scenario of the garden keeps him so thoughtful for the entire time that he doesn't believe when he gets inside the steam room instead of getting under the shower.

"Well, I think I need a little bit of detoxification today." He reasons out to feed his meddling mind when he switches on the buttons to warm up the closed space.

A few moments later when it seems a while and the heat inside reaches beyond the level of comfortability he turns off the switch and wrapping a towel around his lower region he attempts to get out. But he fails as his eyes catch the spectacular sight that he can not deduce himself to be blessed with.

The door opens and she steps inside. Then turning back she closes the latch just before unpinning her dress. Slowly and carefully when perversion whacks him inside and out he lifts his hand to remove the foggy stain laud on the glass to have a clear view of the woman getting undressed. It is not like he is an adolescent and watching a barely dressed lady for the first time in his life. But just the opposite. He has proper knowledge about each curve of a maid. To be honest he is an expert in this specific field of anatomy. Still the vista before his curious eyes strikes him so much that he fails to deny such a luscious scene.

Unhurriedly, Sanem, having not a single idea about the scaring stare of a critter, pulls down her skirt just before unwrapping her jacket and tank top. A groan escapes his lips that he bites severely when she comes before her drooling eyes in her skimpy inner-wears.

Then she lays forward her milky white limbs to step near the closet side which is just across the steam bath where our hero struggles hard not to pound on our heroine. But when she turns back those juicy bums of hers do him no good as he feels an urge to squeeze and smack them until they get red in his torture.

"I can't take it anymore. Fuck! Why am I getting so horny? What is she doing to me? Most importantly, why the hell are we together inside the same bathroom, being semi-naked?"