I want to say something but my tongue dries out and my throat closes. ‘We’re gonna have to clean this up.’ His voice is deep. It melts me. I wa...nt to say something but my vocal cords refuse to cooperate. He picks my up effortlessly, even carrying my shoe along, and starts down the steps that lead out of the building and onto the windy sidewalk next to the beach. Drunk kids are weaving in and out of the building and somewhere on the beach a drunken party is causing a ruckus. The wind is warm. Her nipples rubbed against the light material sending shivers through her body as she moved towards the entrance of the supermarket.?Raquel was wearing a floaty summer dress which showed off her figure nicely and meant a number of men had already double taked as she walked past. Some of this was also down to the 6 inch heels she was wearing and having some difficulty walking from her Masters car. She hoped no one had spotted the padlocks on the heels forcing her to keep them on until her. She was a little hesitant but then agreed. I stay in a pretty decent 2 BHK apartment with a flatmate who come late at night so there was no one there when we went. I got her a soft drink and showed her my flat.We then sat in my room where I had the TV and started talking. She told me that I had a nice place and a very comfortable bed. She was still looking tense. So I asked her what happened and she told me that it’s the first time she’s at a guy’s flat all alone.I asked her to relax and. Hes old enough. And where was the lazy brat anyway – nice of him to come and offer a hand. As I was covered in gunk, I stripped down to my y-fronts in the laundry, before heading for the bedroom to get my robe, before jumping in the shower. When I passed the boys doorway, I glanced inside and came to an abrupt stop. Zack was lying on the bed – on his stomach – apparently fast asleep. He was naked, apart from his undies, which had somehow bunched up inside his crack, exposing the two most.