He takes the back of his index finger and rubs it up the front of your leg. (You are really glad that you had taken the time to shave your legs the day before...) He stops at your knee and pulls his hand away to rub his chin. (Sigh, You have seen him do that as Michael and wonder if he is doing it for the same reason here. That he is nervous...) He gives you a school boy smile. Innocent, but bad at the same time.
Surges of passion have taken over your body from him touching you...You want more and your brain is trying to figure out how to get it for you. It is telling you wild and crazy things, but at the same time is telling you to play it cool.
If feels about a thousand degrees in the room and your head is getting really light. Your brain is going into overload. You watch the sweat as it beads up on his body and the thought of licking it off excites you.
"I am sorry, Cherrie." He said to you in just a whisper.
"For what?" You say as you try to concentrate on the matter at hand.
His whispering voice sends chills down your spine. You are now wondering where in the day, you made that right turn to get you in this place in time. You want to remember it, so you can do it again and again.
"I have been too forward with you. My body is dictating my actions and I should not act upon them." He said as his accent became more noticeable...
You are in shock...He is saying he is sorry for his actions and you want to take him right there in the steam room. You want to take his towel off and pleasure him until there is no more strength left in his body. (You realize that you are about to lose it and control is becoming a problem.)
