Page 18 of Trapped in the Christmas Cabin
Klauscouldn’t believe this was actually fucking happening.Howmany times had he fantasized about the curvy littleElitetouching him—and now she was actually going to do it.
Hefelt guilty, of course, but not as much as he might have expected.Afterall, the cabin wasforcing themto do this.Theyliterally didn’t have a choice unless they wanted to stay in the shower all night—which was out of the question.Also, he wasn’t really breaking his vow at the moment.Hehad sworn never to take another bride—not to never touch another woman, he told himself.Orto let her touch him, in this case.
AndthenKelli’ssmall, soapy hands were on his body and all the thoughts were pushed out of her head.
Shedidn’t start with his shaft—which was already semi-hard between his legs.Instead, she went around behind him and began soaping and scratching his back.Herlong nails felt wonderful andKlauscouldn’t help letting out a low moan of pleasure as she drew zig-zag patterns on his flesh.
“Youlike that?”she asked as her fingers moved lower.
“Gods, yes—feels fucking amazing!”Klaustold her.Hefelt her hands hesitating…and then she moved lower.
“I’mnot really sure how, uh, intimate we’re supposed to get,” she said as she kneaded his cheeks.“ButIthink this counts.”
“Yeah,Iguess you could say so.”Itfelt a little funny to be touched there, butKlausfound he didn’t mind.Kelli’shands might be small but they were surprisingly strong—he was really enjoying the massage she was giving him.Feelingher touching him so intimately was making him fucking hard, even though she wasn’t anywhere near his shaft.
“Well,” she said at last.“I, uh, think your back is clean.ShouldI…shouldIwash your front?”
“Iguess you should.”Klaushoped she wouldn’t be shocked when he turned around.Hisshaft was throbbing and theMatingFist—sometimes called a “BondingKnot”—at its base was aching with need.
Slowlyhe turned around, keeping his arms at his sides.HesawKelli’seyes travel from his chest, down the length of his body.Theywidened when she saw what was between his legs.
“OhmyGod!”she whispered, shaking her head.“Howin the world…?”
“Sorry, sunshine,”Klaussaid gruffly.“Havingyour soft little hands on me really affected me.Can’thelp getting hard when we’re naked in the shower together and you’re touching me.”
“Oh, of course.”Hercheeks were flushed as she hurriedly dropped her eyes.“Sorry,Ididn’t mean to make you feel, er, self-conscious.I’vejust never seen such abigone before.”
“Soyour ex-mate didn’t measure up?”Klausasked, giving her half a grin.
Sheshook her head, her cheeks getting even pinker.
“Ifyou want to know the truth, he wasreallysmall.”
“Howsmall?”Klauswas intrigued.He’dheard that human males weren’t much to speak of in the size department but really, how bad could it be?
Kelli’seyes darted up to his face and then back down again.
“Well…have you heard of a micro-penis?”
“Awhat?”Klausfrowned.
“It’sjust really tiny.Myex-husband was like this.”Sheheld her finger and thumb about two inches apart.
“What—when he was soft?”Klausdemanded.
Sheshook her head.
“No, that was when he was hard.”
Klauscouldn’t believe it.
“But…you must barely have been able to feel it!”he protested.
Sheshrugged.
“Itgot the job done.Itwasn’t themostexciting thing—having sex withMitch,Imean.Butyou seem to have the opposite situation going on.”Sheeyed his erect shaft, her eyes going wide again.“Ifyou don’t mind me asking, how do you even use that thing?”
Klaussnorted laughter.
