She was being a real flirt was Amelia, this tall, lithe, long legged, black haired 24 year old friend of my step-daughter.
The summer dress she was wearing was extremely short and extremely sheer and the way she was leaning back against the kitchen island, a scant four feet from my position against the opposite worktop, only helped to show how little she was wearing.
Every couple of minutes she plucked at her dress, either tugging at the hem or smoothing it down: she was either nervous or teasing, either way both movements only helped to accentuate just how hard her nipples were. From the look in her eyes I felt it was the latter, in which case she was being that flirt.
I had stayed behind to do some decorating whilst the rest of the family had gone away for a girly long weekend when, midway through this Saturday morning, on the pretext of seeing her friend, Amelia had called round wearing this dress and her bright red lipstick.
I'd answered the doorbell and explained their trip but she had lingered so, in a mad impetuous moment, I had invited her in for a coffee.
And here we were! She chattering away and me hearing nothing she said, coffee lying untouched.
Then, midway through one of her seemingly random sentences, after a particularly long smooth and tug, I look directly into her eyes, her voice slows to a stop and she returns the stare; my eyes break away from hers and trail down, over a nose that has a slight ski slope to it that she hates but I find extremely attractive, a slightly open mouth showing perfectly white teeth, her long tanned neck; from there my eyes begin to wander, no real cleavage as her breasts are quite small, but this actually suits her athletic body, a hint of the darker skin of her nipples showing through the whiteness of her dress, slender arms, hands resting either side of her on the worktop, long muscular legs, down to her bare feet. Back up again, lingering here and there, the whiteness of her panties showing through, a pulse at her throat, a slight tinge of pink now appearing on her face, back to her eyes.
'Turn around!'
She blinked, 'Sorry?'
In a firmer tone, 'Turn around!'
After a very slight pause she turns her back to me. From the back, her dress is just as form hugging, her body just as tight: backs of those long legs disappearing under her dress, no sign of those knickers, small tight butt perfectly outlined, open backed dress split by her ponytailed hair, narrow waist flaring out to wide shoulders, not usually my body type but how could I resist?
Stepping closer I touch my fingertips to her wrists, slowly I stroke up her arms, taking in how soft yet firm her faintly trembling skin is, following the contours as one muscle ends and another begins, up onto her shoulders, over the tendons of her long neck, brush back down taking the straps of her dress with me, ease them off her shoulders, down her arms, the dress catches briefly on her nipples then gravity takes over and, almost in slow motion, it falls to the floor. My hands continue without pause to gently take hold of her's and place them flat on the cool marble surface; then, leaning to her left ear, I whisper 'don't move'.
A half step back and I look down; the body that has been uncovered takes my breath away! The long shapely legs sweep up to meet her tight bum without a crease or blemish; the crisp white string or her panties appears from between her buttocks and joins the waistband that disappears round her slender hips. Her waist pinches in then her long back flares up to her shoulders, her ponytail of hair reaching way down towards her waist.
My fingers retrace their path up her arms, the faintest of contact with the tips of my fingers, over her shoulders, up onto her neck, round the side of her face stroking up to her forehead and over the top of her tightly pulled back hair, brushing my fingers down I tease the elasticated band from her ponytail to let her hair fall free. I push through her hair and my fingers swirl slowly up and down her back, from her buttocks to her shoulders, her head drops forward as she absorbs the sensations flickering through her.
Without any real thought or direction my fingertips trail out to the sides of her waist, hook into the waistband of her panties and slip them down, pull them from between her thighs and down her legs.
I slide them all the way down until I'm on one knee at her feet and, lifting each foot in turn, I remove both her dress and panties; then, starting at her feet, I begin to stroke my way back up; her ankles, calves, soft skin at the back of her knees, backs of her thighs, continuing up following the tight lines of her muscles.
As ripples of tension and excitement flicker through her body I pause at the top of her thighs and, for a teasing moment, a finger probes forward until I feel her heat, ease back and trace the line up between her buttocks, hand swirls over the gorgeous, tight globe, down and joins the other hand, they both trace swirling patterns, round and round, occasionally pushing between her cheeks then up onto her hips.
I stand and at the same time quickly pull my tee shirt off and, after flicking the button open, let my shorts drop to the floor and kick them away, now we're both naked!
I step slightly to one side and gently lay my right hand in the small of her back, slowly stroke down, follow the gentle rise onto the warm, firm, soft skin of her buttock. Fingers dip in and out across to its twin and back again. Palm making small circles then.....crack! With the flat of my hand I smack her once then immediately stroke her, her head pops up flicking her hair back, she gasps and gives a jump!
I smile, slide across to the other cheek, small circles.....crack! And stroke. Another gasp.
Her buttocks are so firm there's barely a quiver each time I spank her but the skin quickly takes on a gorgeous pink glow.
Back to the first, Crack! And again, Crack! Five times on each cheek, a gasp from her each time, and they each become flushed a deep red and feel hot to the touch. She's shivering now, sticking her bum out as if to meet my hand.
After the last, I stroke back and forth between each cheek, calming the stinging. My hand slows to a stop, fingertips resting in the crease between her buttocks, slide down, slipping under her between her thighs, the intermittent ripples suddenly become constant as her head drops forward.
I move and stand against her, barely touching; my erect cock resting against the cheek of her arse, can feel the heat of the spanking.
I push in and the tip of my middle finger strokes across her anus then her perineum, presses once, moves on, reaches her pussy, red hot and soaking wet, slides between her swollen lips, starts to rub back and forth.
My left hand slips from her hip round onto her flat stomach, thumb dips into her tummy button as it passes, can feel the fluttering in her tummy; hand drops down between her thighs, she's totally smooth, not a trace of hair; feel the contours of her pussy, hooded clit, puffy lips, middle finger slips into her, meets its opposite number; both fingers thrust; once, twice, she groans, squirms. Other fingers slip in and out of the wet folds and creases of her.
Left hand moves up, explores further, finds her clit, the instant I touch it it pops out, a tiny hard button.