Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 16

Dave POV's.

The alarm from the phone I put on the table suddenly sounded. Makes me want to not have to wake up and turn it off. I slowly put away one of the hands of this woman who was holding me. The woman who had accompanied me last night was venting out the pent-up desire I had long endured.

The movement I was making right now made him regain consciousness and wake up from his sleep. He moaned while stretching his muscles which might feel tired to him. While I straightened my seat, leaning on the head of the bed after successfully turning off the alarm from my phone.

Beep it!!

The woman still closed her eyes, then pulled back the blanket that covered our bodies. Until finally he tilted his body facing me just opened his eyes.

"Yahoooooooo!!" Shouted the woman loudly while closing both of her eyes.

Spontaneously I close my eyes and put both palms on my ears. Protecting my eardrum from breaking due to that shrill voice.

I deliberately let him shout as loud and free as possible, until he himself felt tired and out of voice. And true to my guess, he ended his own scream without me asking. Then he sat straight at me, clasping tightly onto the blanket that covered both of us.

Slowly he continued to pull the blanket, until I finally held back the rest of the blanket that covered my lower area. With her eye-snarling and her frowning. We both pulled the blanket.

"If I let go of my hand, don't be surprised or yelled again. Down there too plain without cover!" I try to stay relaxed.

PLAQUE!!!

I grimaced in pain. Spontaneously this woman slapped my cheek so hard. I can still feel the spicy and hot scars of his hands that touch one side of my cheek. But I can't say anything. For what he did was perfectly natural in my opinion, after I had closed my eyes and exhaled violently.

Staring at him so seriously would only make him feel more and more taken advantage of. Although there was actually no intention of me to do all that, but at least last night he also did not refuse. I didn't force her to drink, nor did I force her to lie on her back and give her body to me.

"Sorry .. I think you needed it last night too. So I—"

Suddenly the woman stood up and pulled all the blankets suddenly, which made me sit on the bed without a thread. I quickly grabbed a pillow and covered part of my body. While the woman immediately stepped towards the bathroom whose door was wide open.

I grabbed my panties and put them on, then walked towards my wardrobe, opened them and picked up a piece of my training pants. Wearing it quickly.

I don't know what that woman is doing in there. I let out my breath again and then briefly grabbed my hair. My head still feels a little dizzy from the alcoholic drink we were looking at last night. Well, I just had an incredible headache, what else is he?

I think it's only natural that last night he was drunk or maybe he didn't even notice when he was doing it with me. A quick look at the footage of the hot scene above my bed that we did last night came back across clearly.

I closed my closet and headed back to my bed. Sit back as before. With my phone on, my eyes were back on my feet. Staring at the end of my big toe that I deliberately crossed and hitchhiked on the other leg.

All the sighs, the moans and even the moans that came out of the woman's mouth, really made me disappear again. It makes me hotter and challenged to make him repeat all that more. I've never experienced this kind of feeling. Normally, no guilt would arise after the morning ambushed me. There was even me who tried to drive away the women.

I exhale my breath again and again. Scratching my hair so many times that at first glance I saw the shadow of the woman appear in the doorway of my bathroom. Still with the blanket wrapped around his body. For all his clothes were on the chair and some were scattered on the floor around my bed.

We stared at each other in the distance. 'Did he want me to pick up his clothes and give them to him?' my inner.

"Emm, you ... have it?" he said it was barely audible. With both hands that are still trying to hold the blanket on his chest so that tidka falls down.

I scrunched my forehead slightly opening my mouth, "Huh?! What the hell are you talking about?"

Slowly he lowered his face and then both his hands I saw the stronger them*mas the thick blanket. I'm getting confused about it. Then I decided to walk over to him, standing right in front of him until he was surprised and took a few steps back. But he kept his face down.

"I'm not gonna hit you. I just wanted to hear what you were talking about?" I explained my reason why until I dared to approach him.

"You got no pads?" it was clear but so clear that it made me shocked and even I jumped back, hearing the strange question he was asking. Then a few seconds later I laughed, laughing.

"You're funny! I have one that's so." Still with a slow chuckle. But all of a sudden he lifted his face, looked at me furiously and then stomped one leg tight. Accompanied by his mouth, he immediately brushed aside my body then re-entered the bathroom and closed the door tightly.

BRUUUK!!

I stroked his chest looking at his behavior. My brain is still trying to digest, why is this woman suddenly looking for a sanitary pad? After I turned my body and my eyes found her underwear still on the floor, I understood the meaning of the question.

My mouth was open, gaping perfectly round with bated breath. I immediately grabbed a small run taking my wallet on the chair and also re-opened the closet, picked up my t-shirt. Then he knocked on the bathroom door brutally.

Tokk tokk tokk!!

Tokk tokk tokk!!

In a hurry I pressed the elevator button, it occurred to me to leave the list that was too long coming, then use the stairs to get to the basement floor. But I immediately expressed that intention, considering that I am now on the ninth floor. Not that he was quick to bring a sanitary pad for the woman, there I even fainted when I got below.

I frantically bit my thumb nail, tucking a little bit of his fingertip. By flapping my feet on the floor. Looking forward to the arrival of the goddamn elevator that moved too long.

Ting!

The elevator door opened, making me enter immediately and press back some buttons that were there, to immediately take me down to the basement floor where my car was parked.

Rushing I plugged my car's gas pedal to immediately go to the nearest mini market. And because of my panic and my maximum stupidity, I forgot that there was a mini market on the floor of my apartment lobby.

I immediately turned the direction of my car, having previously patted my own forehead and threw both my hands on the steering wheel. "Stupid!!" I'm full of anger.

***

Arriving in the mini market in my apartment lobby, I immediately stepped my feet towards a row of shelves that provide various types of diapers. I looked one by one, looking for the image of the woman plastered on the package.

Because if for babies will definitely be a picture of the baby, if for children it must be a picture of children and for adults .. I bring my eyes closer to clarify the picture, if the picture is, together with my hand straightening the crimped diaper pack. 'Loh! What is the picture of Grandpa? No pictures of that beautiful woman?' thought upset.

I spent almost a few minutes just looking around. Researching one by one the images that are on each package on one large shelf. Until an officer who used to greet me walked over to me.

"Can I help you, Mr Dave?" he said it was polite but it surprised me. I smiled awkwardly at him. I turned my head, to the right and to the left, just to check if there were a lot of people around us right now?

Slowly I pointed my mouth at her ear and whispered, "I need a sanitary pad for a twenty-year-old woman."

"Oh, so geezer, I think—"

"Group!!" my hiss cut off his pretty loud speech, while sticking my index finger on his mouth. "Don't be hard, I'm ashamed!" I firmly turned back to my right and to my left, safe.

Then swiftly and half-whispering the maid chose a pink package for me. I accepted. "Recurely this?" ask me one more time.

"Yes, Sir. The surface is very soft and guaranteed not to irritate or itch when moist. I also me—"

"Sssstttttt!! Enough's enough! I bought ten! Send it to my room immediately, because I can't bring it to my room." Saar I was about to turn around then step towards the cashier table, suddenly the maid pulled out my arm.

"Sorry, Sir!" the waiter said it made me look back at him in wonder. "So, you buy a leaky head patch, what's that name?" ask her with an emphasis-filled sentence ending.

I looked around, "You mean?"

"Yes if you buy for a girl, just one pack, sir. It's fifty pieces, sir. Hold it for two weeks." The female servant explained loudly to me.

"Yes, don't talk too much! Take that to the cashier's desk," I ordered.

After I finished paying, I immediately stepped foot to get out of the mini market. This time, however, the clerk who called out to me.

"Sir, sorry, sir!" Makes me look at him again. "This is his shopping's gone."

Holy jeez!!

I was really made emotional this morning.

"Can't you send it to my room directly? I'm ashamed to have to walk through a crowded lobby and hold that thing."

For a long time I argued with them until I finally asked them to wrap it up with a piece of newspaper. And I bought it too.

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