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Ashley's Story

... “I can go somewhere, if I need to.” She quietly suggested. “Huh? No, no, that’s not necessary. Stay here,” TJ insisted. “Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way,” Ashley said, lowering her eyes. “Hey, it’s fine,” TJ said, tipping her chin upward with his index finger. “We got a hotel room,” He winked, offering a smile. Ashley felt better. She hated the thought of causing this black Adonis to miss out on being serviced. She smiled, watching him leave, happy to spend Valentine’s alone. She wondered what Jules was up to, but ultimately didn’t care. She studied a bit, watched a movie, and dozed off on the couch. She was awoken a few hours later by TJ coming home. Ashley sat up on the couch, wiping her eyes, adjusting to the light, “TJ?” “Hey,” he replied flatly. “Thought you’d be gone all night! The hotel room?” TJ simply shook his head, taking off his jacket, setting his keys on the counter. “Didn’t work out,” he said sighing, walking toward this bedroom. “What do you mean?” Ashley asked following after him. TJ began unbuttoning his shirt, “She wasn’t feeling well. She drank way too much wine. We just lost focus, so I took her home,” He said, taking his shirt out of his pants. “Oh. I’m sorry,” Ashley replied, standing in his doorway. “It’s ok. I’m going to shower, I’ll see you a little later,” TJ said to a slowly nodding Ashley. She felt awful making her way back to the couch. TJ’s night was ruined. Ashley also felt happiness knowing she was there with TJ, a man who ...

... wouldn’t take advantage of a drunken woman, knowing that he’d protect her. The mixed emotions of the next 30 seconds changed to guilt, knowing of what she had done with TJ’s father, something he or her family could never know. Ashley stood and headed back to TJ’s bedroom. She was going to suggest they go out for breakfast tomorrow or maybe even a late night diner – anything to get him out of the apartment. Ashley stopped right as she rounded the corner, her mouth hanging open, watching TJ in his bed room. He was facing away from her, his huge, muscular back and ass on display. Grabbing a towel, holding it at his side, blocking the view of his equipment, he turned to walk toward his bathroom where the shower water was heating up. Ashley watched in awe, he had an amazing body – just like Tony’s. Peeping around the corner, she watched him enter the shower, unable to look away as the steam enveloped him. Ashley took a deep breath and slowly slid her shorts and thong down past her knees, stepping out of them, kicking them to the side, her eyes focused on the man in the shower. Doing the same with her t-shirt, she walked into the bathroom; TJ’s back facing her, observing him look downward, his hand in front of him. She crept slowly toward him, making her way to the steamy glass door of the shower, watching TJ put his free hand on the wall in front of him as he no doubt stroked himself. Pausing once more, Ashley silently stood there watching him, after a moment, she opened the door. ...