" After a bit more of my convincing he said he would do it in the closet so I couldn't see him. I bitterly accepted. The closet was open a little and ... tried to take a peek but his shirt was in the way. Soon he handed me his underwear. Before I put it down I felt it in my hands, thinking this very underwear was pressed up against his junk not seconds ago. The game continued for another three rounds before I gave him back his underwear. He wanted to go back into the closet but somehow after. And craving something different. I was staying at a small hotel, since my wife divorced me, and I went up to the third floor so I could just go to my room and sleep until the next miserable day. I noticed the cleaning girl's cart was outside my door. I ignored it, assuming I could just tell her to come back later. I opened my door and threw down my tie and suit jacket on the bed. I looked in the mirror at myself and noticed the bathroom door was cracked open. In it, the young Russian cleaning. It also excited me knowing that she probably dressed sexy to lure me in. It worked.For days, my thoughts were driven towards her. I didn’t know what to expect but my orgasms intensified. My curiosity was piqued as I started watching porn… lesbian porn. That following Thursday, Carol texted me asking if I would go shopping. I immediately accepted and we met Friday for breakfast, followed by a few hours at the mall. Her choice of clothing and shoes were smart. She also shopped for lingerie,. Not just a tiny bit...a lot! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in absolute disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he wasn't mistaken, he’d definitely put more muscle on. His mind suddenly flew back to his dream, a vague deja vu feeling. That couldn't have been true though, right? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual powers. Shrugging his shoulders, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making sure to take his.