My answer doesn't seem good enough because she gives it another critical look. She holds the shirt in front of her, one hand on her hip. "I think I should try it on."
I nod my head and follow her to the dressing rooms. I find a bench and sit
down.
"I'll wait right here," I say. I lean back and check my phone—no calls or texts, which is good—and I wait.
"Lance? Can you come here?"
I make sure no one is looking before heading into the dressing rooms. Are men even allowed back here? "Where are you?" I ask, just above a whisper.
"Right here."
I look to my left and I see her holding one door open slightly ajar. I slip inside. The room is small and it's forcing us to stand unusually close to each other. I watch as she starts to unzip her dress.
"I just need your opinion."
With her dress unzipped, I watch as she pulls it off of her shoulders. Her perfume fills my senses. My heart is seriously in my fucking throat. It's beating at a frenzied pace and I can't believe this is happening. The top of her dress is now completely off and hanging at her hips. I can't help but gaze transfixed at her perfect breasts. Those two perfect scoops cupped in a lacey bra. Do I dare touch her?
I immediately think back to the question she asked me at the gym. How much woman can I handle?
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The moment my shirt comes off, I know I have him.
More than I had him on the couch the other week. Or during my birthday.
There is no stopping now.
I’m going to do this, hun. No stopping me.
I’ll probably go to hell afterwards.
His eyes are on my cleavage, and he seems hungry to feel my breasts. He closes the door to the dressing room and I look into his eyes, my heart drumming wildly inside of my chest. I could get used to having men look at me like this, insatiable hunger flickering behind their eyes. After months of sharing a bed with a husband who doesn’t even look at me, there’s no way that I’m going to let an opportunity like this slide by me… He’s my stepson, sure, but so what? One hard look at him and my pussy grows wet, desire raging through me. He looks young, handsome… Delicious. No wonder he has such a reputation. As his stepmother, I think it’s my duty to find out if the rumors are true... Oh, why are forbidden things the most irresistible ones?
My pussy is already wet, my drenched underwear sticking to my skin. There’s a whisper inside of me, one that tells me to stop, that what I’m doing is wrong… But I just push it to the back of my mind. The blood that runs through me is charged with lust and sinful thoughts, fanning flames of wickedness in my mind and making me forget all about right and wrong.
I tried to avoid this. I knew how dangerous it would be for me to be near Lance. He’s simply too irresistible—handsome, wicked, relentless. But here I am now… And there’s no going back. There’s no stopping what’s about to happen. I’m going to have him, come hell or high water.
“Come here,” I whisper, taking one step forward, my eyes never leaving his, and I grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him into me, I press my mouth against his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue against his. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my eager fingers flying down the fabric as I expose his chest. My eyes take in the perfect shape of his pectorals, the irresistible ridges in his abs.
With one hand on my waist, he takes the other to my hair, grabbing it viciously. He pulls my head back and, leaning toward me, starts kissing down my chin toward my neck; once there, he starts nibbling at the soft skin gently. I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my rational mind slowly drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” he whispers into my ear, a shiver going up my spine.
“I know,” I tell him, grinning. “Do you think I don’t know what you were doing when you went to take a shower?”
With jerking movements, I tug on his shirt and make the rest of the buttons pop out. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. It's absolute perfection. I just want to feel every single inch of his body and surrender myself to him. And there’s no stopping me now. Screw the consequences, whatever they might be.
“What I was doing…?”
“Yes,” I continue, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it down his shoulders and throw it to the floor. Grinning, I take one hard look at him, my eyes wandering over his chest once more. I can’t even hear my own thoughts over the loud drumming of my heart. “You were thinking of me, weren’t you? Thinking of bending me over and having your way.”
“What if I was?” he asks me, breathing heavily. “You wanted me to be thinking of you…”
“Yes… Yes, I did.” Smiling, I let my hands slide down his chest until they meet the hem of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, sliding my hand down his pants and caressing the bulging shape that’s tenting his underwear. I start stroking him over the fabric, my fingers curled tight around his cock. He’s gigantic, his member pulsing against my hand in such an intense way that my insides clench in anticipation. But what else was I expecting? A guy with a reputation like Lance.... Bad attitude and a huge cock; it seems like these two things go hand in hand. And he’s still so young, so delicious ...