I was alone with my daughter's boss, Lynnae, in her childhood bedroom. She was panting after running up the stairs to escape a fight that had broken out in front of us. She smiled at me. "That was pretty wild, huh?"
"Your dad punched that guy," I breathed.
"He had to protect all of this," she said, gesturing to her toned naked body. "My dad lets people look but not touch." She sat on her childhood bed and crossed her legs and kicking off her heels. I reached up and took off the collar from my neck and stood in front of Lynnae in just my garter belt, stockings, and stilettos.
"Your dad let me touch you," I said, trying to gauge how she felt.
She tossed her hair and arched her back, displaying her perky dark nipples. "You don't count," she said dismissively.
"Why not?" I asked, smiling. I could feel myself flirting with her, being drawn to her young body and her full lips.
"You're a girl," she reminded me.
"I know I'm a girl," I reminded her. I took a step forward and put one of my knees beside her, as if I was able to straddle her lap.
"But you're a girl," she giggled.
"Yeah?" I said, leaning in and putting my hands on her bed on either side of her.
"So it doesn't count," she laughed.
I brought my mouth to her throat and gave her soft, tanned skin a long, warm lick. I flattened my tongue against her neck enough to feel her racing pulse and then kissed the wetness on her skin with long, slow kisses. Her body trembled but she was silent.
"You don't like that?" I asked.
"I-" she stammered.
I raised my head to slide my tongue into her mouth and use her for deep kisses. She made the same moan I had heard her make downstairs. I held my mouth open as she sucked on my tongue, even though I wasn't forcing her to. I let my saliva run down into her mouth and she swallowed it as if it were nectar.
