R Is For Roleplay

“All clean now, Chase.” She held out a large thirsty towel. “Let me dry you off.”

Chase stepped out of the tub on rubbery legs, his mind still in a fog and stood obediently as she dried every part of him off, then shrugged into the robe she gave him.

“Come on. Time for dinner.”

He sat at his dining room table and watched her bring plate after plate of food for him. Rosemary-sauced lamb chops, Yukon Gold fingerling potatoes swimming in butter, broccoli florets in cheese sauce and brown sugar glazed carrots. And for dessert, his absolute favorite, key lime pie. He ate until he thought he would burst and sat back in the seat with a sigh.

“Full?”

“Oh, yes.” He sighed softly, patting his stomach.

“Good. It’s time for the ball game.”

“Ball game?”

“Yeah. The Mets are playing tonight.” Melora shoved a Coors Light into his hand. “Well, get going!”

Chase grinned and headed for his recliner, adjusting the sound on the big screen TV and giving her a huge smile. Ah, this was perfect! A hot bath, a fantastic meal and the hardest cum of his life … how could anything get better than this?

Melora entered the room, a feather duster in her hand. She gave him a quick smile and turned to do her job. Chase sipped his beer, one eye on the game and one on her petite form. Mo Vaughn was at bat and the Mets were down three. She was at the end of the bookcase, picking up individual items, carefully dusting and replacing them. His eyes were drawn to the line of her back and the gentle curve of her hips and as she reached up, her luscious ass emerged from beneath the uniform’s crisp edge. He felt his dick twitch.

A loud crack sounded and the crowd roared as Mo got a double. Melora bent low to clean the lower shelves, the thin string of her panties catching the light. Chase ached to touch it, to run his finger from waist to cleft. He sat forward, his eyes locked onto that juicy crevice and reached out, quickly tracing its route. For a moment, he sat back, awaiting a stinging slap. But it never came. Instead, she widened her stance, dusting a little slower. Chase swallowed a gulp of beer and reached out again. This time, a perceptible quiver met his touch.