Chapter 14: Welcome To Point Pleasure

Ravana was in the middle of taking a shower.

It wasn’t that long since the persisting young man had left. Finally, she was alone. She undressed herself and jumped into the shower. Thick steam was filling the room. Ravana was certainly taking a hot shower. The warm water sensually slid down her voluptuous body. Her tanned skin never looked better than right now as it was being cleaned. This was the first time Ravana washed since the demanding event from yesterday. She soon grabbed the pink soap from a table in the shower and rubbed a little all over her, the various and wondrous charms of her lustful body. Beginning with her shoulders. Her arms. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her thighs. Her ass. And then, the rest of her wonderful body, including her hips and down to her ankles. Even though the shower was quite noisy as it was set up to the maximum force and speed, Ravana could still be heard through the noises. She was panting. But more important, it felt so great that if someone was with her in the house, that person would automatically hear her moaning. Ravana was moaning in the shower as her body was cleansed. But no one could hear her. She was alone. Then, after being done scrubbing her body with a loofah and drowning herself in soapy bubbles, she proceeded to wash her hair. With her long, brunette hair completely soaked, she picked a shampoo bottle from a different table in the shower, opened it up‒click‒then poured a lot of shampoo all over her head. The shampoo created tons and tons of soapy bubbles, which were dripping on each side of her head. The way she made the shampoo fall on top of her head was incredibly seducing and sexy. It almost felt like she was being covered with something else entirely. But she wasn’t. She washed her long and gorgeous hair while continuing to moan and sing to herself in the shower. She felt so free right now.

But, then, without her knowing about it, perhaps she wasn’t entirely alone in her home. Perhaps there was someone else with her, ready to disrupt the comfort she had inside of her own home. Perhaps there was a stranger outside the bathroom. The door of the bathroom wasn’t even properly closed. Someone could definitely take a peek inside the bathroom without even having to step inside of it.

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Man! I can’t believe I forgot one of my bags at Ravana’s place. The one with my wallet in it. The one I was supposed to forget the least. In the end, it’s sort of a good thing that I was bothered by that guy at the diner. Without my wallet, I wouldn’t have been able to pay for that damned coffee. Look at the time. It’s almost noon and I still haven’t had a cup of coffee. This is a cruel morning indeed, the young and struggling man thought to himself as he ran back past the entrance sign of the town after initially deciding to explore the outskirts of this area: The woods that he dreamt of so much. This was where he saw her, Ravana, in his dreams. In those woods. The woods were familiar to him. The entrance sign of town read: ‘Welcome To Historic Point Pleasure, Where History & Rivers Meet. Population: 4,146’.

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Much later, he finally made it to Ravana’s home, which was a bit removed from the rest of town. Once he made it there, he was so out of breath that he could barely move. So, he stopped, took a break, right in front of her house. When he looked up, he saw something‒

‒A car? Strange. That car wasn’t there earlier. I guess it’s one of her students or customers or something like that? Right? Alright. Since she’s not alone anyway, she won’t be coming inside and taking my bag. At this hour, she’s got to be open. Right? He thought. He knocked at the front door. No answer. He tried opening it, turning the knob. He was able to turn it and open the door. He slowly stepped inside. He made it into the classroom where he first met her yesterday with the other students. There was no one in this room. However, he couldn’t help, but noticed that a couple of things had been turned upside down. The place was a lot messier than it was two hours ago when he was still here.

Did Ravana do this? He asked himself. He had no idea. But he remembered he was here for his bag, a messenger bag. He remembered exactly where it was. He rushed to make it to the lockers where he left it yesterday. When he got to the lockers, all of them had been opened. All the padlocks had been forced open. He looked into his locker and his messenger back. It was gone. It was simply gone.

But he kept looking. This time, he went upstairs. He was hoping to find Ravana. He called for her multiple times, but no answer. Upstairs, he finally heard something: Water running. It was the shower. He called for her again. Still no answer. The young man followed the source of the noise and ended up finding the bathroom. The door was partially opened. He could see inside if he tried, but he didn’t. He felt bad. She was probably in there, taking her shower.

“Ravana? Are you in there? I’m sorry for coming back here. I don’t want to bother you. I’m simply looking for my bag. I forgot it and I can’t find it. My wallet is in it. It’s kind of important,” he called for her on the other side of the door. He waited. Still no answer. So, he decided to knock on the door, but the young man didn’t pay enough attention to his own strength and accidentally knocked and pushed on it a little too hard and for no good reason. It resulted in the door waspushed inward way too much, opening the door entirely. Opening it by accident at the exact moment, Ravana shut off the water in the shower and seductively stepped out of the shower.

The two made eye contact.

“You? Again?” she quickly asked him.