Chapter 1281: The Towel That Fell and the Cock That Rose

I watched Fumi’s hurried retreat down the hallway, the tight pencil skirt stretched taut across the heavy sway of her big ass with every rushed step. A low, satisfied smile curved my lips.

"She looks like a bitch in heat instead of the arrogant bitch she pretends to be..."

I stepped back into the bathroom, closed the door, and stripped the rest of the way. The wet pants came off last, freeing my cock—already semi-hard from the lingering tension and the way Fumi’s hands had rubbed over my abs.

I stepped under the shower, letting the water run over my bare skin, washing away the tea while my hand idly stroked the thickening length once or twice under the spray.

When I finished and turned off the water, I realized there was no towel anywhere in the small bathroom. Water dripped steadily from my hair, down my chest, over the defined lines of my abs, and lower—running along the semi-hard cock and dripping from the tip onto the floor.

I cracked the bathroom door open just enough to lean out, keeping most of my wet, naked body hidden behind the frame. Only my face, damp hair, and the bare upper curve of one shoulder were visible. I put on a perfectly embarrassed expression.

"Hm... Ms. Fumi... can I get a towel...?"

Fumi was still in the hallway, leaning against the wall as if she had been waiting—or trying to collect herself.

The moment her eyes landed on my wet face and the droplets running down my neck, she froze. A visible gulp moved her throat. Through telepathy, her thoughts spiked with sudden, dirty heat.

[Is he naked...? Completely naked behind that door...? No... what am I thinking...? Why does the idea make my pussy throb like that...? My panties are already soaked again just from imagining it...]

Her cheeks flushed deep red. She pushed off the wall a little too quickly, eyes darting away from the open crack of the door as if the mere possibility of what lay behind it was dangerous.

"I... I’ll get you a towel..." she stammered, already turning and practically fleeing down the hallway to search for one.

A minute later she returned, a clean towel clutched in both hands. Her thoughts were even filthier now, the Hand of Arousal still working steadily between her legs.

[Just hand it over and leave... don’t look... don’t think about what’s behind that door... but fuck, my cunt is dripping down my thighs... I’ve never gotten this wet this fast for anyone, not even my ex...]

She reached the bathroom door, still slightly ajar. As she extended the towel, her fingers "slipped." The towel tumbled from her grasp and landed in a soft heap right at the threshold.

"Ah—!"

Before I could react, she was already pushing the door open wider, stepping inside under the pretense of picking it up. The small bathroom suddenly had no barrier between us.

I was fully naked, water still beading and running down my chest, over my abs, and along the thick, semi-hard length of my cock. Instinctively, I cupped one hand over it, covering the head and most of the cock in a belated attempt at modesty.

Fumi froze mid-step. Her eyes dropped straight to the hand covering my cock and locked there. The towel lay forgotten on the floor between us.

A visible shiver ran through her. Her heavy tits rose with a sharp inhale inside the blouse; her nipples were clearly stiff. Through telepathy, her mind exploded into pure, vulgar fantasy.

[It’s... big... even half-hard and covered by his hand I can see the thickness... the length... fuck... my ex-husband’s cock never looked like that... his was smaller, thinner, it never filled me the way this one would...]

[I can already imagine it stretching my pussy open... pounding into me until I can’t walk straight... cumming so deep I’d feel it in my womb...]

[Why am I comparing them...? Why does the thought of this foreigner’s cock being bigger and better than my ex’s make me even wetter...? My panties are ruined... if I don’t leave right now, I’m going to do something insane...]

Her gaze stayed fixed on the thick shape hidden behind my hand, pupils dilated, lips slightly parted. For several long seconds she couldn’t speak at all.

Then the embarrassment crashed over her in a wave. Her face turned scarlet from her cheeks all the way down her neck and across the upper curve of her chest.

"I—I’m so sorry...!" she blurted, voice high and shaky. "I didn’t mean to... the towel just slipped and I... I only came in to pick it up... I wasn’t trying to look...!"

She still hadn’t looked away from my hand. Her thighs pressed tightly together under the pencil skirt; a faint, involuntary roll of her hips betrayed how soaked she was.

"Please... cover yourself properly... or... or turn around... this is... this is completely inappropriate..." she continued, the words tumbling out in a flustered rush even as her eyes remained glued to the outline of my cock.

"I shouldn’t be seeing this... I’m a divorced woman, not some... some shameless girl... why am I still standing here...?"

Her voice cracked with pure mortification mixed with the raw arousal the ability kept feeding her.

"I’ll just... I’ll pick up the towel and leave... right now... please don’t look at me like that... I swear I didn’t plan this..."

Even as she spoke the embarrassed excuses, her gaze never fully left the thick, half-hard cock I was still only partially covering with my hand, and her thoughts kept spiraling into the same filthy comparisons with her ex-husband’s smaller size.

I deliberately turned my back to her, giving her the courtesy of not facing her while still completely naked and dripping. Water ran down the muscles of my back and over the curve of my ass.

Fumi’s voice came from behind me, still shaky but trying to recover.

"I’m sorry..."

I kept my tone calm and polite, not turning around.

"Ms. Fumi doesn’t have to apologize. It was just an accident..."

Through telepathy, her thoughts shifted, the pure fluster mixing with a sudden surge of her usual arrogance as she tried to reassert control over herself.

[Why am I so flustered...? I haven’t done anything wrong... and I don’t believe I can’t seduce him if I want to... so what if I saw him naked...? I am Fumi... there is no man I cannot get...]

Even with my back turned, I could feel her eyes still tracing the lines of my body. The residual heat from the Hand of Arousal kept her nipples stiff and her panties soaked, but the familiar pride was already trying to climb back over the embarrassment.