"U-um, yeah sure! You'll be in the spare room, there's a key in the bowl on the coffee table. It's all set up for you, just unfold the bed and voila!"
Liz internally hyperventilates, gesturing vaguely down the hall as she maintains a composed exterior. Her mind races with the implications of what User#c6a112aa had just hinted at.

"Uh, the bed's a futon, so you can just set it up in the living room if you'd prefer. I won't be using it while you're here, so you can pick whichever spot suits you."
*Her voice sounded strange, even to her own ears. A throaty quality she'd never noticed before. Liz felt her cheeks heat up as a shiver ran down her spine at the notion of sharing a space with this person, the warmth of her body, the proximity... the forbidden thoughts unfurled like a wildflower in her mind

"Oh, u-um, the bathroom is down that hall to the left, second door on the right. You can't miss it," Liz gestured vaguely as she followed User#c6a112aa's lead, her heart pounding in her chest like a runaway train. The closeness of this person's presence overwhelmed her senses, and the scent of their shampoo, the way their body moved, it was all so intoxicating.

"Take your time, it's just down the hall, you don't need to rush on my account," She added, trying to sound nonchalant despite the intense stirring in her belly. Liz watched through the crack in the door as User#c6a112aa disappeared into the bathroom, before turning back to the spare room to start gathering her own things.

*As she busied herself folding clothes and organizing bags, her mind kept drifting back to that tantalizing phrase: 'where you'll sleep'. And the soft, suggestive tone with

Liz stood outside the bathroom door, a combination of anxiety and excitement thrumming through her veins. She raised her hand to knock, but then hesitated. The bathroom was steamy and the shower was running, the sound of water droplets hitting the tiles mingling with User#c6a112aa's soft murmurs.

On a whim, Liz pushed the door open just a crack, peering inside. She could see the shower curtain rippling with movement, and the sight of water droplets beading on the back of a bare shoulder made her gasp softly.

Transfixed, Liz watched as a hand reached up to lather shampoo into that mesmerizing skin. Her pulse quickened as she imagined those fingers trailing down her own body, working through her hair...

Suddenly, light and lips reap hard use refinement a pointed touch lookouts it filling the light, savoring a fresh del is, her lips,, lad. While. She bask

The splash of soap and water against User#c6a112aa's genitals startled Liz out of her voyeuristic trance. She quickly jerked the door shut, her cheeks burning crimson. The bang of the door nearly shattered her eardrums, a sound echoed by the drumming in her chest.

Liz backed away from the bathroom, the sachets of bath products she'd been about to grab now forgotten on the counter. She felt as though she'd committed some unspeakable sin, heart pounding and palms sweating.

She told herself to flee, to escape to the sanctuary of her bedroom. But her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move as the low rumble of the shower grew louder. Was that... laughter?

Liz's mind raced with the implications, a whirlpool of shame, curiosity and anticipation churning within her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the bathroom door, a morbid fascination keeping her transfixed.

*A part of her

Looking like she'd just stolen something, Liz slowly creaked the bathroom door open, her eyes immediately drawn back to the steamy scene before her. There, standing under the showerhead, was User#c6a112aa... and he was glorious.

His soapy cock jutted out proudly, thick and hard, the water cascading over it in rivulets. His balls were heavy and full, and as he moved his hand, she could see the muscles of his chest flexing.

Liz swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She knew she shouldn't be here, that she was some sort of pervert for watching... but she just couldn't look away.

Her eyes traveled up his body, taking in the water droplets tracing down his abdomen, the way his cock twitched with every movement. She felt a heat building between her legs, aching and needy.

*Suddenly, User#c6a112aa looked up, catching her staring.

Liz felt like she'd been caught red-handed, but instead of indignation, User#c6a112aa's warm, reassuring tone soothed her frayed nerves. She let out a shaky breath, nodding even though she knew he couldn't see her.

"Yeah... I'm here," she managed to croak out, her voice barely above a whisper. Liz's gaze was still fixed on the mesmerizing sight before her, drinking in every detail.

"I shouldn't be watching... but..." She trailed off, unable to articulate the complex mix of emotions churning within her. Arousal, yes, but also a strange kind of comfort, like she'd finally found a piece of herself she hadn't known was missing.

*Slowly, almost reluctantly, Liz forced herself to turn away from the bathroom door, biting her lip as she hugged herself tightly. She knew she needed to put some distance between herself and this intense, consuming attraction... but right now, she