My Night at the West Lake Inn, Part 3
“Let’s towel off and go to the bed,” I said to Ken. The reply, “Well!!!”, came from Marie. She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, giving me ‘the look’, again. Had she been watching me and Ken shower the whole time? YES! I was so embarrassed. Ken had gotten a towel and was drying himself. I was torn between returning Marie’s gaze at me or watching Ken, with his cock standing proud and strong, dry himself. Part of me felt very uncomfortable ogling her almost-boyfriend right in front of her, her watching my reaction to him. Another part of me lusted after Ken without shame, without regret, with only concern for my pleasure in the moment. Much like the way I had earlier watched Marie lust after Ken. I didn’t know what to …