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By *an26 OP Man
1 day ago
Portsmouth |
I barely had time to process what he’d told me when, just a few days later, he announced he was transferring to a new position—one with greater responsibility. Everyone congratulated him, and I mentioned a potential new client near his new office. His eyes lit up. He asked if I could arrange an informal meeting, and I made it happen.
We planned to meet the following Thursday. He asked if I could pick him up at 7, and since it was on my way, I agreed without hesitation.
With his replacement arriving the coming Monday, his last few days were hectic. He was constantly tied up, rarely available even for a quick chat.
Then came Thursday evening.
At exactly 6:55, I rang his doorbell.
No answer.
I rang again. Still nothing.
Assuming the bell might be broken, I knocked. Silence.
I was just about to leave, my mind racing with possibilities, when the door suddenly opened.
There he stood—wrapped in nothing but a towel, water still streaming down from his chest to his stomach. He looked slightly breathless, his damp skin catching the light, a soft, rounded belly rising and falling as he spoke.
“Sorry,” he said, running a hand through his wet hair. “I was in the shower. Come in—make yourself comfortable.”
And just like that, he turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving me standing there… caught somewhere between surprise and curiosity, my mind lingering on the image—and wondering what, exactly, had been hidden beneath that towel.
TBC |
