You feel like you're waiting for something or someone. You don't know what, but you know you have to remain until it happens or comes.
The door opens, and Danny Ortiz enters. You recognize him from high school, last you heard he was working as an automechanic. He's dressed in grease covered blue jeans, a leather jacket and leather boots. He tosses a motorcycle helmet on the bed. He turns to face the door.
"Yeah, Mr. Turner, this is classy, I can't believe I've inheritted this whole house."
"Mr. Ortiz, I said you were listed in Mrs. Robinson's will, but I didn't say you inheritted everything. When I said this was your room, I meant for the weekend. The reading of the will is scheduled for Monday at noon," replied the lawyer Mr. Turner.
"Okay, a free weekend in this place is great. What do I do about dinner?"
"Dinner will be served at 8pm in the dining room downstairs."
"Well it's only 2pm. What am I supposed to do for six hours?"
"Whatever you like, as long as you stay in your room. Sleep, take a bath or whatever?" Turner said closing and locking the door from the outside.
Ortiz ran over and tried the door, but it was securely locked. "Hey, what gives? Why are you locking me in?"
"Per the terms of the will, Mrs. Robinson specified that her heirs remain locked in their rooms except for meals and the reading of the will. She indicated it was for the safety of her guests. They say the old place is haunted. Have a good nap," Turner said and began to walk away from the door.
"Nap time? Fuck, that bed does look comfy," Danny said taking off his jacket and tossing it on the chair next to his duffel bag. His blue work shirt with his name embroider on it followed, as he kicked off his boots. He undid the ornate buckle on his belt and dropped his jeans. He lifted back the cover and looked right at you, but all he saw were silky satin sheets. He patted you feeling the softness.
Then he pulled off his sweaty tee, and dropped his boxers. His warm sticky ass came crashing down on what had been your face. He leaned back and pulled off his dirty sweat socks. He then climbed into the bed, sticking his feet under the covers and between--inside you. He pulled the covers back and bounced around scrunching to make himself comfortable.
"Man, this is heavenly," Danny whispers. You feel his cock hardenly and lifting you off his abs. You feel his right arm sliding down toward his cock.