Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.
Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. The second instalment of the wild and stormy night started in episode 19. Those keen for a heads up should be aware that sexual acts between non blood relations including step mother/ son and adopted mother/daughter are described amongst some other more traditional good stuff.
Previously on Langley Circle... Nicky and Bella began to seed Josh with suggestions about how sexy their friend Sally is, even sending a swimsuit photo for him to comment on. Nicky also suggested that if he got another chance to see his step-mum Trudy naked, then getting "hands on" wouldn't be an issue. Unbeknownst to Josh, the two girls then called Trudy and intimated the same thing from a different point of view, suggesting that they would be interested in all of them getting more intimately acquainted in the future. Later that evening amidst a thunderstorm, Nicky's feelings for Beth slipped out and after the initial shock had worn off, Beth tentatively embraced the idea of having more than just plutonic feeling for her adopted daughter. That was when Dean walked into the bedroom to find his wife and his daughter having sex. Angry, confused and afraid, he fled the room.
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Season One, Episode Twenty
Josh tilted his head at the sound of the music; He smiled as he recognized the clean pop drumbeats, bass guitar, and synthesizers. He glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight, not the time that he would expect Trudy to be indulging in a bit of old school Gary Numan. It was only thanks to the influence of his dad's music tastes that he recognized it at all; he had heard enough synth pop growing up to be able to confidently place Gary Numan as opposed to Kraftwerk or Yellow Magic Orchestra for that matter. He listened carefully, trying to work out which song it was; strong stabbing synth tones under pinned with bass, and a crisp drumbeat, odds on it was probably "Cars". He couldn't be sure though, the sound was muffled.
His curiosity piqued, Josh padded barefoot into the hall. The music was clearer here; he smiled as he realised it wasn't "Cars" after all, it was "Observer", the ricocheting snare giving it away. He bobbed his head to the solid rhythm, and ambled down the hall to see what Trudy was up to.
Reaching the end of the hall, he grinned and leaned casually against the doorframe, enjoying the song, and the view. Trudy had her back to him, bending over the bed, sorting through clothes. As she worked, she was nodding her head and wiggling her bum to the music. Josh felt a pleasurable stirring at his groin, watching her arse bounce and sway to the beat, a thin pair of skin-tight pyjamas the only thing separating him from the naked delights that lay beneath. She hadn't heard him approach, and continued to fuss with the clothes, shaking her head to the stabbing riff, sending her ponytail whipping from side to side.
Josh tapped his foot, enjoying the view as he sang along.
'I could stand here for days.'
Trudy froze and looked over her shoulder, grinning when she noticed him. She made no move to stand up though, instead returning to her task.
'Or I could stand here for hours.'
'I could stand here for a lifetime.'
'Watching you and waiting always.'
Josh suspected Trudy had put a bit of extra bounce into her movements now that she knew he was watching her; he certainly wasn't complaining. He'd begun to relax more around her in the last day or so, and was finding it easier to openly admire her attractive curves. If she wasn't going to be embarrassed or upset, then he would try and be chilled about it too.
She stood, turning to face him and snatched up the remote, dialling down the volume.
"Very nice," he said.
Trudy put a hand to her hip and smirked. "The song or the view?"
"The song." He grinned as her smile slipped. "Very nice song; fantastic view."
Her expression brightened. "Well, that's alright then."
"What you up to?" Josh asked, nodding his head at the clothes laid out on the bed.
Trudy cast a backwards glance at the pile of clothes, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "Actually, while you're here, I need a man's opinion."
"Sure; how can I help?" As he crossed to the bed, it struck him that this was the second time today he had been asked for his opinion as a man. He wondered if Trudy's request might take him in a similarly pleasurable direction as the Picture of Sally had done. A warmth rose to his cheeks as he remembered the orgasm he had enjoyed earlier, staring at the picture of the leggy woman, all with his girlfriend's approval.
"There's a fancy dress party coming up at the office, and I'm trying to work out if I've got anything suitable in the wardrobe, or if I need to hire something."
Josh hovered near her, flicking his eyes between the garments on the bed and the curvy body of his step-mum. "OK, what you got so far?"
Trudy grinned. "Sit over there and I'll show you."
Josh got comfortable on the small cushioned window seat, as Trudy started sifting through the garments on the bed.
"I'm not sure any of these will even work, and you'll have to imagine them on me, but here goes."
Josh was happy with whatever she wanted to do; right now, he was staring down the front of her top as she leant over the bed. There was a sizeable amount of smooth creamy cleavage on display, and her unfettered breasts were being pleasantly mobile as she worked to find the garments she wanted.
The song finished, mixing into "Don't stand so close to me" by The Police. Josh reached over and increased the volume a notch then returned to his staring, tapping his fingers on the arm of the seat.
'Young teacher, the subject, of schoolgirl fantasy.'
'She wants him, so badly, knows what she wants to be.'
Trudy straightened up holding a handful of garments, shuffling them into position against her body. She was holding a sleeveless white blouse, and plaid pleated skirt that looked very short. Looped around the hanger was a green and yellow striped tie. Josh burst out laughing.
Trudy frowned. "You don't like?"
Josh waved his hands. "No no, I think it looks great; I was just laughing because of the timing of the song."
Trudy cocked her head, listening, and then grinned. "How ironic." She let out a girlish giggle that sent a shiver of excitement through Josh. "So, what do you think?"
What did he think? He tried to imagine her wearing the skimpy skirt and blouse, and instantly began to stiffen. He thought she'd look amazing in it. "It's hard to tell exactly just by you holding it," he said, even though it was a lie, "but I think it would look pretty good. It's a bit..."
She frowned. "A bit what?"
"Cliched?"
Trudy slumped, but nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I guess it's been done to death. Besides, it's probably not that appropriate for a work party; it's more a stay at home party kind of thing." She chuckled and flashed Josh a dazzling smile.
"Sorry to burst your bubble," He said.
"Nope, that's fine; don't worry, I have more options." She tossed the garments aside and set about putting together the next outfit.
Josh, on the other hand, set about peering down the front of her top again, aware that his hardness was starting to become obvious. He shifted on the seat in a fruitless attempt to disguise it.
Trudy looked up at him, affording him a gorgeous view of her breasts wobbling around down the front of her top. "You can change the song if you like," she said, and when she didn't get a response, glanced down at her chest. She smirked up at him. "Are you even paying attention, or just staring down my top?"
"Yes," Josh said, and then realised he hadn't heard the question. "What? Er, sorry what did you say?"
