Its was an amazing encounter with Ashley the other day. And I am still so aroused by the thoughts of it. Just a quick recap for those who did not read the first chapter, she caught me in the act of sniffing her underwear in her bedroom and instead of getting angry and throwing me out and worse, telling Julie my girlfriend what I was up to, she finished me off in her own way on her bed. The memories lingered in my mind like the aroma of her apple shampoo.
I didn't see her for a couple of days but then Julie informed me she had requested a lock and key to her room. I didn't know about it until Julie mentioned it in passing.
The lock was installed just yesterday. Damn it, I thought, I can't enter her room any more and do what I was doing for the last few weeks. Her imagined smell lingered in my nostrils as I contemplated what I was going to miss.
The next day I did see her in the other kitchen heating up her usual favorite dish beef lasagna. I wanted to approach her but I feel too nervous now. But she did walk pass me and smiled at me, giving me a small flirty wave with her fingers.
"How are you?" I asked politely.
"I am really good," she replied with cute smile.
But that was the extent of that conversation. Truthfully I wanted a little more from her. Maybe it's just a little bit awkward now. But I feel some what bestowed by her. I still wanted to know what she was really like under that elegant exterior. Under her clothing. I feel a growing hardness. And it's not going away in a hurry.
A few more days pass and I decided to see where she works. She apparently works at some jewellery store. Since it was my day off and she does not drive herself, instead takes an early bus, I followed her via her bus. When the bus stopped at the large shopping mall 20 mins or so away, I see her step out and enter the mall. I parked and enter the mall. I checked out the jewellery stores available and went to visit each one until I found the one she worked at. She is at the counter serving. I sat at a distance with my daily fix of coffee. A lot of men seem to go it for a chat. Whether they bought anything I wasn't sure. But they appeared to be giving things to her. Interesting. So what's going on here I thought. Quite frankly I enjoyed observing her. Maybe she has multiple possible suitors.
I came back near closing time. As she left, I followed her from a distance. No I am not stalking her. There is no threat or intimidation, just me thinking with my dick you can say. So I am guilty of that. And I make no apologies for that.
When she left the shop she was met with a man waiting at the entrance. Maybe she does have a boyfriend I assumed. But this guy is different to the others coming in throughout the day chatting her up. Intrigued? Still I followed her with interest. At the car park outside she enters a large SUV belonging to this man. As they drove off I followed at a distance. Wow this is getting interesting I thought to myself. I actually feel my heart race a little. Perhaps a little excited.
They drove some distance to a park, then stopped at the car park. A few moments later she opens the door and moves to the back seat of the car. A few seconds behind the man does the same. I can only guess what they are doing and I will be right. Yes they are probably performing some sexual act. My cock hardens with the excited thought. I wish I was watching them, catching her in the act. After about 20 mins Ashley reappears and sits back in the front seat, followed again by the man. After a few more minutes they drive off. I followed again but they stop at a restaurant for a meal. As they sit down I can see them talking intimately with each other. They were holding hands as they spoke. Then it occurs to me that this must be lucky boyfriend.
After a few of minutes of watching I decided to head home confused. Oh well maybe she is in a relationship after all. But what about all those men seeing her at work? I asked myself.
The next day again I see her heating up her beef lasagna in the kitchen. It appears like as if nothing has really happened and that her life is really pretty routine, if not boring. But oh no, it's far from that appearance, I know her secret now. I felt hot getting close to her as I walk up to her to say hello.
"Hi Ashley, what have you been up to?" I asked.
She blushes as I surprise her. I can smell her perfume. She appears innocent, elegant. Gosh she is so beautiful as I stare at her. And then I look at her small hands and beautiful slender fingers. Suddenly the thought of her giving me the wild frenzied handjob enters my mind. I feel a rush between my legs as I try to control the obvious swelling. A dirty thought enters my mind, I wanted to go down on her and taste her pussy as I stared at her. A lump appears in my throat as I waited for her answer.
"Not much just boring work," she manages out, awkwardly.
I stand there awkwardly feeling horny being so close to her, that I can almost touch her. I can smell her presence, her warmth. But here she is, my nice innocent flatmate. And yet, you would not know that she is so hot in bed. Real hot. I stand there like an idiot as I imagine taking her right now, right here in the kitchen, lifting her petite figure onto the kitchen bench and ripping off her panties, forcing her creamy white thighs apart and going down on her hairy bush like a possessed animal. Then smelling her pussy and tasting it right now as it is. But I remain sane and walk away out the sliding door.
"Do you like other meats? You seem to like lasagna a lot," I mumbled out nervously.
"No not really. This is my favorite and it's simple," she replied with a smile.
"OK then, have good day," I mumbled out, while walking away.
"See you," she smiled back.
Later that day, l did think, damn it, I wish I was more bold with her. I want to see what's she really like. Maybe I will keep an eye on her and one day I will be able to see "more of her". But I did "kick myself" for not asking her directly for favors or about the other day. Her perfume just lingers and images of her keeps playing in my mind.
When I had my next day off I followed her after work, curious what else she does and with who. I felt like a private investigator as I trailed her from a distance. This time I was right, as her bus drops her off near a high class brothel. She walks a distance to the large flash looking premises. Its now starting to get dark and the lights have just come on.
She enters and the door closes behind her. I knew it, now I know she has 2 jobs, her regular day and then night work perhaps at this brothel. My heart races with excitement at the thought of her pleasing her clients one after another with whatever request.
I enter the building and walk to the reception. A sexy looking lady at the counter appears to be the first contact for would be clients. I approach her nervously and ask her a question.
"Has Ashley started work yet," I asked sheepishly.
"Who?" came the reply.
"Oh the brunette, slim petite, she was wearing a skirt and blouse. I think?"
