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Rosa woke up feeling better than she had in some time. As she stretched, her arm hit something that immediately started buzzing, which caused her to jump out of bed with a little scream. Then she realized it was just her little wand from last night, and she must have bumped the button to turn it on.
"What time was it, anyway?" She said to herself and then realized that her clock was not where it should be. It took her about thirty seconds to remember that she was at Charlie's house and not her own, and this caused her to laugh a little.
She looked at her phone and saw it was three-fifty in the morning. She thought about it a moment and then looked at the bed, seriously thinking about laying back down, then thought, "Fuck it, might as well stay up."
She grabbed some clothes and then went to the bathroom to shower.
For a guest room, the shower was huge. She laughed when she thought about the fact that she could almost have a party here; it was so large. Once the water was on, though, and she felt the heads pulsing water at her from three different directions, she decided to take her time.
After a while, she finally got out of the shower, looked at herself in the mirror, entered the room, threw on a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top, and went through the door that led onto the patio and to the pool.
She got to the pool in time to see Charlie dive in, so she went to one of the chairs and sat down. She was amazed at how long he was holding his breath. It had been a solid minute since he dived in and still had not surfaced, but he swam from one side of the pool to the other, just under the surface until finally breaking the surface, still doing his laps, and went under again.
The show lasted almost twenty minutes before he climbed out, walked toward the table, and jumped a little when he saw her.
"Sorry, I did not know you were up." He said, then paused momentarily, "I did not wake you, did I?"
"No, I was up early for some reason. Still not sure why."
While he was drying his hair and face, she took a moment to look at his swim trunks. They were light grey, and she could see the outline of his dick through them. It was positioned so that it followed a line from his crotch to the waistband, then along to the right.
She averted her eyes when he finished drying, then looked up at him, "Water good?"
He nodded, "Perfect." Then he sat opposite her and asked, "You still want to do the barbeque today?"
Rosa nodded, "Yeah... I brought a suit for swimming."
He laughed, "Then why aren't you wearing it now? We are not going anywhere."
She blushed hard, "I've never worn it in front of anyone but my family and a couple of girlfriends."
"Promise I will not laugh." He said, standing again. "You want a juice or something? I have a Kuerig if you want some coffee."
She got up and followed him into the house, "Coffee sounds amazing right now."
As they entered the house, he pointed to the kitchen and said, "Help yourself. I have a few flavors to choose from." I'll be out in a few.
Charlie went into his room and closed the door, taking a moment to make sure he closed, then pulled down his speedos and thought about it momentarily. She kept looking at him; the attention was more than he had had in a few months. He had only come to the room to change because he could feel himself getting hard from her watching him.
In fact, his dick was almost completely hard now, and he wanted to do something to relieve himself but decided against it.
He went over, grabbed a pair of his workout shorts, and put them on. They were tight, but not so tight that it would look like he was trying to get Rosa to look. He also decided not to wear his usual underwear under them. Then he put on a simple white T-shirt and left the room.
Rosa had found the Kuerig and some hazelnut coffee pods, made a cup, and then walked around the house looking at other pictures. She found a bookshelf that had photo albums in it. Charlie had labeled them with the date and the event, but her eyes jumped to one that said, "2009 - Nude Cruise".
She looked around, suddenly feeling naughty, and her face flushed, but she pulled the book out and looked through it. She saw several people, but no Charlie until about the fourth page when she saw a tall, well-sculpted woman standing between Charlie and another guy, with an evil grin on her face and holding both of their erect dicks. It was as big as the glimpse she had gotten of it earlier.
She heard his bedroom door open and quickly put the book back in its place. Then she ran to a picture on the wall nearby before he stepped out.
"Were you in the military, too?" She asked, pointing at the picture she had seen before of him in a flight suit next to an F-15.
He approached it, nodding, "Only for a four-year stint, but I was not a pilot. That is me getting a ride into Kuwait in 1994. I got off the plane and was so hungry and exhausted that I threw up. They took this picture just after."
He was standing so close to her that she could swear she felt the heat coming off his body. When he reached up and touched her shoulder to point out another picture, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body and end somewhere between the pit of her stomach and her groin.
"That picture," He continued, pointed to one of him and three other guys, all wearing desert camo, "Is of me and a group of Iraqi police I was helping train. Great guys; they really wanted to turn things around. They were all killed about a week after this picture was taken."
"Oh..." She whispered.
