I knocked on the door, the sound echoing down the grimy corridor of the rundown cheap hotel. The walls were stained and peeling, the carpet worn thin by countless feet. No answer came.
"Esme?" I called out. "You in there? Hello?"
Footsteps approached from within. The door creaked open to reveal Esme standing there, her bathrobe barely containing her ample curves. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her shoulders. She looked sad, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
I glanced back and saw a guy passing by, his eyes lingering on Esme. I shook my head and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
The living room was a mess. The furniture was old and worn, the walls yellowed with age. A faint smell of stale smoke hung in the air. Esme walked inside without a word and sat down on the couch, her bathrobe still clutched tightly around her.
I stood beside her, my voice gentle but firm. "Esme. What’s wrong? Tell me."
She exhaled deeply, her grip tightening on her robe. Her hair was still damp, sticking to her shoulders in soft waves. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and something else... fear, perhaps.
"Evan," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m in trouble."
"What happened?" I asked gently.
"M-my sister," she began, her voice trembling. "She... forbade me from meeting with you."
"What? Cora? Why?"
She gulped, her eyes welling up again. "Um... it’s not the problem. My friend... she owns a restaurant."
"And?"
"Wait, I started wrong. Sorry." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "It’s just..."
"Calm down, Esme. Take it slow. Tell me what’s wrong."
She nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the belt of her robe. "My friend who owns a restaurant is also a yoga instructor. Vessa."
I crossed my arms, giving her my full attention.
"When I was kicked out of the house, she offered me a place to stay. But I’m not staying there. I won’t."
"Why? Just, Esme," I said, trying to keep my voice gentle but firm. "You’re all over the place. Tell me what happened from the start."
Esme exhaled and rubbed the back of her head. She clearly had no idea how to explain herself. It was obvious she struggled with social anxiety and wasn’t good with words, but I didn’t mind. What I was curious about was why she’d been kicked out of the house in the first place.
"Cora kicked me out because... she told me I’m old enough to live on my own. The place she rented for me is on the other side of town!"
I sat beside her, nodding encouragingly. "Okay... she tell you why she was kicking you out?"
She shook her head. "No... but I can guess."
"Oh?"
"She... she was jealous of you," Esme said softly. "I mean, like, not you but... um... well... jealous of me being close to you."
"No way." I leaned back, shaking my head in disbelief. "I took your first time, Esme. She was there. She supported you."
"And she told me that my relationship with you wouldn’t be permanent. That I should find someone I love," she said. "But I don’t want that. Too much of a hassle. I’m... happy with you."
"I... shit. Cora, why..."
I turned to face her, my expression serious.
"This Vessa character. Where does she fit in?"
"Oh... she helped me cope with my anxiety. Yoga and all that," Esme continued. "So yeah."
"You didn’t explain why you told me about her, Esme."
"Ah, right. Um... well, I spent the last of my money on this place and... I can’t pay her anymore. So... but... I liked yoga. It helps me."
"Look... you’re not staying here." I said firmly. "You’re ing to the penthouse with me tonight, okay? I’ll get you a room."
"Oh, I wouldn’t want to be a..."
"No, you won’t." I interrupted gently, then shook my head. "Did... did Cora really say that?"
She nodded.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair.
She looked downcast, her eyes distant and sad. I moved closer and gently put my arm around her shoulders. The movement made her bathrobe slip off one side, then the other, sliding down her arms until it pooled around her waist. Her fully naked body was suddenly on display in front of me.
She was soft and beautifully full. Her big, heavy tits hung with a natural weight, the soft flesh looking incredibly inviting, her nipples already slightly stiff in the cool air. She had a bit of healthy chubbiness around her belly and hips, not too much, just enough to make her look soft, warm, and incredibly fuckable. Her thick thighs pressed together as she sat, and the curve of her ass was full and round.
"You’re safe with me, Esme," I said quietly, pulling her closer. "I don’t care what your sister says. Okay?"
She nodded shyly, her cheeks flushing.
I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back almost immediately, soft and hesitant at first, then more eagerly. I guided her onto my lap. Esme settled across my thighs, straddling me, and we kept kissing, deeper this time. My hands slid up and groped her heavy tits, squeezing the soft, warm flesh. My cock hardened quickly beneath her, pressing up against her ass through my pants.
I moved my hands lower, grabbing both of her thick asscheeks. I gave them a firm slap each, then squeezed hard, digging my fingers into the soft flesh.
"You see what you’re doing to me, Esme?" I murmured against her lips. My cock throbbed hard in my pants, the outline pressing against her bare ass.
She moaned softly and nodded.
"You should’ve let me know sooner," I said, breaking the kiss. I reached down, unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock free. It was fully hard, thick and throbbing, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking it slowly. Esme hugged my head to her chest and moaned, her fingers threading through my hair. I could feel how wet she was getting against my thigh.
I gently bit down on her nipple and tugged it back slightly. Esme moaned louder, hugging me tighter, her body pressing closer.
"I love your body," I said, looking up at her. My voice was rough with need. "Can’t take it anymore. e here. Sit on my dick."
She lifted herself slightly. I grabbed my cock and guided the swollen head to her entrance. Esme slowly sank down onto me, taking me inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her pussy enveloped me agonizingly slowly. We both moaned as she finally settled fully onto my lap, my cock buried deep inside her.
"Fuck yeah... Esme... take it deeper," I groaned, gripping her hips.
"Evan... I love you," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I don’t care what my sister says..."
"I love you too, Esme," I said, looking straight into her eyes. "I fucking love you."
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