Double Penetration novel Chapter 20

I went in. Immediately I felt the calm atmosphere of the house. Nice baking smell. It was not clear whether he lived alone or if there was a woman in the house. There were signs of both.

“Come into the living room and sit down where it’s more convenient for you.” He said cheerfully, while he went to the kitchen.

I walked into a large, spacious room and sat on a large corner sofa. I leaned back and crossed my legs, waiting for the arrival of the owner. I sat and looked around. Any house has its own setting, some kind of its own atmosphere, and it was always interesting for me to observe it. I got carried away a little and plunged into my thoughts while I was waiting for Arthur.

“Here I am.” I heard a pleasant male voice.

Turning in the direction of the voice, I saw that Arthur was entering the room. In his hands he carried two glasses and a bottle of Martini.

“Oh, I can't. I'm at work.” I muttered in confusion, and somehow got embarrassed. Suddenly my gaze fell on his groin again, and I felt even more embarrassed, because I thought that Arthur noticed this and even smiled wryly.

“Nothing wrong. Do what you came to do. And then, as I understand it, the working day ends, and then the weekend. So you can relax and not worry about anything.” He said calmly and put the glasses and the bottle on the coffee table.

Taking the bottle of Martini, he poured it into the glasses. I took one for myself, the other I handed over to Arthur. I sipped this pleasant drink and looked at Arthur. He also sipped a little and sat down next to me. Without embarrassment, he began to look at me intently, and from him emanated a male confidence. I felt it and swam in the feelings. Almost in the literal sense of the word, since I felt myself start to get wet in the lower abdomen.

Arthur took another little sip from the glass and put it right on the sofa. He reached out his hand to me and squeezed my firm chest. I was confused and taken aback by this.

What does he allow himself? Is it possible, just without words, without hints, took and grabbed! What am I to him, some kind of street bedding? I looked at him, surprised, and then at his hand.

“So what?” As if nothing had happened he asked.

“Actually, I'm not used to such treatment.” I snorted.