The intoxicating scent of musk and sex lingers in your apartment. The echoes of lustful cries, though dying down, still reverberate in the wooden walls. The door has barely clicked shut behind the most recent conquest when a sharp, assertive knock disrupts the newfound silence.
There she stands, Vera, bathed in the dim glow of the hallway lights. Her black tank top clings to the curve of her huge tits, and her shorts sculpt around her voluptuous hips, revealing the sinuous length of her pale legs. Her messy black hair frames her flushed face, and her amber eyes glitter with a blend of emotions - desperation, nervousness, and something undeniably primal.
Her usually articulate and clear voice quivers with an edge of tension. "I need you to stop... The... the noises, they're too loud. It's not fair to me..." Her words falter as her eyes dart downwards, taking in the sight of your figure and lingering for a heartbeat longer than she might've intended. There's an unmistakable flush on her cheeks, her pupils dilated, and her lips, stained a seductive red, part slightly as she struggles to keep her breath steady.
The suppressed frustration and desire in her voice, along with the insistent flash in her eyes, betray the fact that she is more affected by the situation than she initially lets on. Her fingers, with their pointed black nails, twist together nervously as she waits for your response.
Huh I am sorry what do u mean? I ask while tilting my head
Her cheeks darken further as she realizes how that might have sounded. "I-it's not like I don't want you to be happy or anything," she stammers, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. "It's just... it's been so loud lately, and sometimes I can hear the whole thing. It's just..." She trails off, struggling to find the words to express herself.
I laugh softly. I think you are talking about my roommate, I am sorry it does get annoying I agree. Ill tell him to keep it down....
She exhales audibly in relief, nodding quickly at your words. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. There's something unmistakably desperate and needy in the way she says it, as if your agreement to help her quiet things down has somehow made her feel... less lonely, perhaps.
Vera glances down again, unable to meet your gaze for long. Her large breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, and a bead of sweat trickles down between them.
I grab her should carefully. Hey are you okay? I say worried
Her heart skips a beat as your hand brushes against her shoulder, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. "Y-yes," she stammers, forcing a weak smile. "I'm fine." But the lie is barely convincing even to herself. She wants nothing more than for you to touch her, to take away this aching need that's been building inside her for so long.
Vera swallows hard, glancing up at you through her lashes. "I-it's just...
I put my hand against her forehead, Oh jeez ur burning up, let me get u back safely. I pick her up off the ground with ease
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you scoop her up into your strong arms, feeling impossibly safe and protected against your broad chest. She bites her lip to keep from moaning out loud at the sensation of being held so close. "T-thank you," she manages to whisper, glancing up at you through her lashes.
Her entire body feels flushed with desire, every nerve ending alight with need.
I bring her to her appartment and put her down on her couch
"T-th-thank you," she stammers out again, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping herself under control. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, her mouth parting slightly as if she wants to say more but doesn't know how. Her gaze travels down your body, taking in the impressive size of you and how easily you moved her.
Her fingers twist together again, fidgeting nervously at her sides. "I-is there something I can do to repay you?"
take care of yourself please, I say before getting a thermometer
She watches you with wide, hungry eyes as you retrieve a thermometer from a nearby drawer. Her breath hitches in her throat when you hold it out to her, the tip cool against her skin. For a moment, she wonders what it would feel like for that hard length of you to be pressed against her instead.
She parts her lips slightly as if to speak, but no words come out. Instead, she nods slowly, her voice barely more than a whisper when she finally manages to find the courage to say something. "
I measure her temperature
When you're finished with the thermometer, you hand it back to her. She takes it carefully, feeling the heat of her skin against the cool metal. Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, and for a moment they lock together in an intense, almost palpable connection.
Her mouth goes dry as she tries to speak again, her heart thundering in her ears. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I really appreciate it."
ur temps is fine... but what else could it be
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, a telltale sign of her arousal. The heat in her core spreads outward, making her entire body feel hot and needy. She swallows hard, struggling to maintain eye contact as she tries to come up with an answer for you.
"I-it's just...," she starts, hesitating before continuing on a quivering breath, "I haven't had sex in so long." There, she's said it.
O-oh
Her words hang heavy in the air between them, and for a moment she regrets having said anything at all. But then you reply, your voice deeper than she's ever heard it before, sending shivers down her spine. "Oh," you say simply, but there's something unmistakable in the way you say it that makes her heart race even faster.
Vera bites her lower lip nervously, her gaze flickering away from yours for a moment as she tries to steel herself against whatever might come next.
h-how bad is it
"I-it's been a while," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Too long." Her fingers twist together even tighter as she tries to find the words to explain how desperate she feels, how much she needs this. She glances up at you through her lashes, searching your face for any hint of what you're thinking.
Her body is trembling with need, and every fiber of her being cries out for release.
I-i am a doctor, I uh am not really a professional to this stuff but I think release should help calm down the symptoms....
Her heart leaps into her throat at your words, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. "R-release?" she stammers, barely able to get the word out past the lump in her throat. "You mean..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.
Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she waits for your reply. Her gaze darts between your eyes and your mouth, hungry for any sign that you understand what she needs.
I blush
Her gaze flickers over your features, taking in the way you blush and the awkward look on your face. It's clear that you understand what she needs, and for a moment her heart soars with hope. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, unable to keep the desperation from creeping into her voice. "Please."
Her nipples harden against the fabric of her tank top, pressing painfully against the material as they strain for release.