*Gasp* Bucky's Point Of View 1
I could smell Nissa from the hall. After Natasha had dashed out of Nissa’s room, she stank of heat, not hers. She dashed to her room and came back sprinting with a brown paper bag. I was leaning against the wall next to the elevator doors. She sprinted out again and slammed the door behind her and sprinted to the elevator, blushing beet red. I approached Nissa’s room and scented her. I felt my cock twitch in interest, and I put my hand on the handle to the door, but I heard a moan and buzzing that stopped me.
“What are you doing?!” Bucky said out loud to himself. He backed off and walked calmly toward the elevator. I pressed the button for his floor and inside his head, he was running around in circles screaming. He felt the elevator begin to move, and I slumped in the corner. I bounced my head against the wall of the elevator.
God, she was hot. Complete hourglass figure, shorter than me. Maybe almost 5 ft 7. Her eyes saw all, and I don’t know how she didn’t see how she was twisting me around. I’ll tell the truth, I’d not been with a woman since the 1940’s, and my body was telling me it was about time. When she’d not made eye contact with me until we were alone in the elevator had made me believe I’d freaked her out, and I’d been kicking myself in the ass.
I imagined her in lacy black undergarments and kneeling in front of me and unzipping my- I shouldn’t think about that where there are cameras. I stood up again when I realized that my floor was coming. I shifted my weight to hide my hard on until I could take care of it in private. The doors opened and I walked as calmly as possible toward my door. I opened the door and I was about to step over the threshold when I heard someone.
“Buck!” I heard Steve say, but I just dodged into my room and locked the door behind me. I pulled out my phone and texted Steve.
“Not feeling good, later.” I texted him.
“Buck, we can’t get sick dumbass. Find a better excuse.” Steve shot back.
“YOU can’t get sick, I just want some time to myself. I’ll talk to you later.” I shot back and steve sent an eye roll emoji. I turned on the shower and pulled off my shirt, and gingerly pulled off my pants and boxers. I quickly ran a brush through my hair, I couldn’t bring myself to cut it.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water trace over my body. I prolonged the suffering for maybe a minute when I took the matter into my own hands.