Pretty New Hostess, Peyton - Sex Stories

Pretty New Hostess, Peyton

... sees it?”

Embarrassingly, I tried to hide it and after telling her I needed to use the bathroom, I quickly turned, and slid off the bed, hoping she couldn’t see it. Not stopping, I ducked into the bathroom, and after closing the door, I pulled the condom off.

Looking at it, I remarked to myself, “Wow, that’s a lot,” and knowing I couldn’t just flush it, I balled it up in a tissue and tried to hide it deep down in her waste paper basket.

Cleaning up a little, I washed my hands and after gathering my composure, I opened the door and came out with a smile. Moving back over toward the bed, Peyton was wrapped up in the sheet, not really smiling, and seeing me come out and move over to where she was, she seemed to pull away. I tried to make the best of it, and when I sat on the bed I again asked, “Are you okay?”

Knowing she was maybe a little scared, I tried to give her some space and when she suddenly said, “I think I need to use the bathroom,” I stood up, giving her room to get off the bed.

She didn’t look at me and tried to stay covered with the sheet as long as possible, but eventually turned, dropped the sheet and went into the bathroom. She was in there for what felt like an eternity, which made me nervous. Sitting there, I didn’t know what to think, however as I looked down and I saw the condom wrapper on the floor, I quickly grabbed it, and stuffed it back in the pocket of my pants that were on the floor.

I was so nervous, but eventually, she did come out ...

... of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her, and seeing she was thinking, obviously concerned about what we had done, I again tried to put on my best smile asking, “Is everything okay?”

She hesitated and then smiling guardedly she nodded and said, “Yea.”

Standing up, I moved over to where she was and as I hugged her I hesitantly asked, “Do you want me to leave?”

I didn’t want to leave and seeing she was unsure, I backed away telling her, “I think I’m gonna go.”

Peyton did smile, but it was an unsettled one, and as I grabbed my clothes off the floor and quickly started getting dressed, Peyton sat on the bed, watching.

It really was nice and I really wanted her to be okay, and then as I left, she said, “I had a good time.”

I knew she was just saying that, but it did make me smile, and after giving her a parting little side hug, I left. I hoped she’d be okay, I didn’t want her to worry, because I so wanted to be with her again. I did have her phone number, and I thought about calling her, but not wanting to appear brash, I decided to wait for her to call me.

She was probably thinking the same thing, or at least I hoped she was and even though we still saw each other now and then at the restaurant, and she was friendly, we never got together.

I do however feel we had a connection for a moment, but I also think because of our age difference, she has come to realize it just wasn’t right. I still flirt with her at the restaurant, but very carefully, ...