The big bull-2

“Oh um, yeah, I um, left my watch in the bathroom earlier and came back for it, but I guess someone else found it and took off with it.” It sounded like a fictional excuse.

“Oh, really? Yeah, well that someone was me.” He chuckled. “I must have come in here after you. I saw it on the window sill and knew it wasn’t any of the house guys’; too nice of a watch.”

“Oh, thanks, I mean, um, can I get it back?” I asked, as if he was holding it for ransom.

“Sure no prob., it wouldn’t fit around my big wrists anyway. I put it in my room.” He walked over to the stairs going to the third floor and started to climb. He paused after a couple of steps, turned and looked back down at me as I waited by the bathroom.

“You coming?” he inquired.

I was caught off guard by this. “Oh, sure,” I quickly said and I followed him up the stairs.

As we walked up I could not help but watch his enormous ass move in his jeans with each step. He turned and looked back down at me and I gasped a bit, thinking he may have caught me looking. He just smirked and kept climbing.