A Love For Keeps

Rejection

(QING)

Dayu is downright arousing and I am painfully hard. Looking at him, his nakedness, is enough to get me to come. Expanse of creamy looking skin, sinewy muscles, light brown nipples, narrow hips and that pretty cock.

Dayu is looking delicious enough to eat.

I don't know what to do as I stood there in the shower stall with the sexiest man/girl I have ever met.

My throat dry, my body slightly trembling, my control tightly leashed. I am one small, tinnie tiny push away from grabbing Dayu and kneeling in front of him, begging him to let me touch his body.

Dayu was busy though, to notice me struggling against myself. He is busy looking for something.

"Oh! Here they are," he said gleefully when he saw the water knobs behind him. He turned his back on me and I had to squeeze my erection hard to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing those round asscheeks.

Fuck, look at that ass. I could already imagine them jiggling while I fuck Dayu's hole...

I slapped myself. And slapped myself again for thinking of doing that disrespectful thought on Dayu. He doesn't deserve that, after all the things he had gone through. Someone objectifying him is the last thing Dayu deserves.

Good thing that a burst of cold water sprayed on us when Dayu turned a knob. He shrieked while I thank the Maker for the slap of cold water on my heating body. This is exactly what I need to take some control back into my body and mind.

Dayu stepping back until he bump his back against my chest doesn't help though but still...the cold water. Concentrate on the cold water, Wang Qing. I coached myself.

I steadied him. Dayu giggled again. I reach forward to start adjusting the water to a tolerable degree. Then I reach for the soap and small towel. I rubbed the soap on the towel until it formed some bubble and then held it out for Dayu.

Instead of taking the towel, Dayu tilted his head on the side to present me his neck and shoulder. I took that as a silent invitation to rub the soapy towel on Dayu.

Dayu sighed, "I feel naughty. Letting a stranger to soap me up. I feel like a bad girl,"

"No," I replied while my hand moved from his neck and shoulder to his arm. "You are good. You are more than good..."

Dayu is fine. Soooo fine.

"Thank you," Dayu closed his eyes and lean more heavily into me. "I can feel your hard penis behind me," he said before giggling again, doing it all with his eyes closed.

"Sorry," I said. Although how can he expect me to stop my erection while he stood there looking too enticing for words is beyond me right now.

"Don't be." Dayu opened his eyes and turned to face me. He took the towel from my hand and proceeded to soap my shoulder and collarbone. "I want to think that you are in that state because you find me desirable."

"I do," I assured him. "You are very desirable..."

Dayu's eyes twinkled at what I said. "Oh you are good. You are good with being bad," he chuckled at me.