ched me. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the pleading

el?" I spat out, trying

d, his voice low and urgent. "I

? You think you can explain away what I saw? You thin

e. "Mabel, please listen to me. It wasn't like that. It

me. "I'm not the one who threw away five years of

speration. "Mabel, please. Don't say that. I'm sorr

my arm, holding me back. "Mabel, wait. Pl

d fear. "Let me go, Michael. I don't want to talk t

heading to my car, driving away, leavin

was quitting my job, and he was the only one I told. Michael and Laura had called and

e. Then I stumbled upon a notice about a girl named Hazel Harrison lookin

able couch, a large TV, and a spacious room with a bed, a window with a nice view, and a closet. The bathroom h

and had a chatty and humorous demeanor that made it easy for us to connect. Her cousin had bought the apartment for her, and she was lookin

ions, which were no big deal for me. "No smoking indoors, no loud music at ni

ckly. I couldn't afford the entire apartment on my salary, so I wa

in the sights and sounds of the neighborhood. I passed by a few shops and restaurants, and then I saw a bar that caught my eye. I walked in

t, and arrived at the apartment around 3 pm, after a long drive. Haz

rom Michael and Laura that I hadn't really thought about what I was getting myself into. I didn't know

f a glass of wine and settled into the tub, feeling the warm water soothe my mu

flesh. I thought about how long it had been since I'd been laid, it had been over a month, to be exact - and how desperately I

n my palms. My fingers danced across my nipples, teasing them into hard, sensitive pea

ngers slipped inside me, moving in slow, gentle circles as I began to rub my clit. A moan

gers moved in and out of me, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and urgency. I gasped a

throom. I continued to massage my breasts and nipples with one hand, while fucking myself with th

with my fingers as I continued to thrust my other hand in and out of me. My ha

y, my legs shaking and my muscles tensing as I rode out the wave of pleasure. I didn't stop touchin

ied. I needed more - I needed the touch of another person, the feel of a cock inside me. I

ked out of the bathroom with a short towel wrapped around my body. Just as I was about to change, I hear

her keys?" I muttered to myself. "T

is dark hair styled neatly, accentuating his broad shoulders and athletic build, his lips full and small. He exuded an air of self-assurance and charism

g my body, and his eyes darkened.

it was really short. I panicked, suddenly feeling sel