The past few weeks of my new arrangement with Paul had flown by.
In all my twenty-seven years, I had never felt more strong, attractive, empowered and had my every whim met with eager enthusiasm. All with the added bonus of teaching my stepson a thing or two about responsibility and discipline.
Saturday sun burst through the living room window and over the recliner I had sprawled myself across for the afternoon. I could hear the roar of the vacuum cleaner from the hall where Paul was attentively finishing his weekly chores, oblivious to the surprise that was on its way.
He'd become far more diligent ever since I'd caught him snooping through my underwear draw but I suppose embarrassment will do that to someone his age... He might be nearly finished with high school but that didn't make him a man in my eyes just yet. Seeing his tall lanky body chase after me had been fabulous.
I guess I could've had a simple, stern word with him or made sure to handle the laundry myself?
No, the passion he felt for what he found in there, the fear he had of being caught... It was too wonderful an opportunity to pass up.
Anything I wished for was now a scribble away on the list of Paul's duties, stuck to the replacement for my underwear draw -- a shiny metal locker securely tucked under the bed. I looked forward to visiting it each evening to lock away whichever delicate undergarments I'd worn especially for him that day.
I could feel sunshine kissing the skin of my backside, generously exposed from beneath the checked, pleated skirt I'd worn all morning.
Saturdays were the one time each week Paul and I would have the house to ourselves and I wanted to make them special for him.
I suspected he had a soft spot for my cuter, girlier outfits so I'd planned this one all week. My jet-black pigtails with fuzzy hair ties fell parallel to my cherry glossed lips, complete with button-down white top and schoolgirl style skirt. Rosy blush bordering my face, and because I thought they might be visible... A touch too for each cheek down below. I felt wicked feeling my makeup brush on my behind knowing the impact it was bound to have.
Underneath, the baby blue thong I'd selected had now tantalisingly disappeared between my cheeks. Paul had enjoyed an eyeful already this afternoon, but he hadn't appreciated his full treat just yet.
The piece de resistance were my new frilled white socks sat pulled above my ankles just shy of the anklet holding the key to our locker.
Unable to find the right size at first, I'd finally found them online a couple of weeks ago. The excitement had me wearing them every day for a week which meant Paul was expected to wash them each night and wake early in the mornings to dry them for me.
I was met with glorious little bags under his eyes that week, hung like miniature meddles of servitude. He made sure to get that particular job done in the bathroom sink to avoid any suspicion from his father with too much time in the laundry.
I was so impressed with him by the end of the week I couldn't help but thank him in a subtle but genuine show of affection.
Just before we were all heading off to bed that Sunday, I waited for his father to leave the kitchen before whispering a loving thankyou in his ear and placing a long gentle kiss on his lips.
It had been a rarely innocent moment of warmth between us, melting away the lust I had been fanning and any resentment he might be harbouring, given his new workload. He looked so chuffed when I lowered myself back down from my tippy toes, leaving him to bask in the wake of our second of tenderness.
That night his father Stephen and I had some of the best sex we'd ever had... Could Pauly know the effect he was having on my love making?
Suddenly I heard the roar in the next room disappear followed by the rattle of the vacuum dragging towards it's cupboard.
"Not just yet buddy, there's a bit more to do in here please," I smirked stretching my legs across the recliner, fixing my skirt at the front while leaving it upturned at the back.
After a moment I heard the rattle resume, getting louder as it approached. Paul's bashful face poked around the corner, his blue eyes searching frustratedly through curly, mousy brown hair for direction and finding none.
"Everything's all done Amy, I'm gonna wash up and then head out for the rest of the afternoon."
I shot a firm look of judgment his way, eyebrows raised. He might've had plenty of alone time with my undergarments while finishing the laundry but that didn't mean he was off the hook. Perhaps I'd have to make sure a treat like that would be the last thing on his agenda from now on.
"Pauly, Georgia's coming over to pick up the dress I'm lending her for the weekend soon. I think it would be nice to have the rug looking spick and span when she arrives." I gestured at the intricately colored tapestry behind me in the center of the room.
"Can't wait for my work bestie to meet my home bestie! If it helps you might get a nice view from back there..." I teased, a wink in my tone.
My ulterior motive was keeping him busy in the hope that Georgia would arrive while he was still catering to my whims. I had kept her in the loop with every juicy development in my household. The two of us giddily indulged in every ounce of effort Paul had put in for me while concocting new ways of making him squirm.
I peered down at my phone to see if she had messaged, while blocking out the sound of Paul begrudgingly dragging himself past me and turning the vacuum back on.
Feeling his gaze from behind, I rested my right hand on my hip, framing my exposed behind, the perfect muse for his effort.
It felt nice to be less subtle around him, a pleasure for both of us. My skirt served like a velvet rope in front of a painting. Tangibly small but symbolically powerful. Nothing past this point, I thought to myself.
I traced the crease below my right cheek with my middle finger, not wanting him to finish up too quickly. My lucky guy.
The sound of movement had stopped but the whirring noise continued lifelessly... I turned around to see his thousand-yard stare transfixed in my direction.
Smirking, I clicked my fingers toward him, snapping him out of his distracted daze. He fumbled at the off button delivering a moment of silence before I broke it again.
"I'm wearing the baby blue thong today Pauly. The one with the white bow on the front." I smiled, my eyes narrowing as he gulped. "There see now you don't have to wonder anymore, and you won't be so distracted!" I chirped.
Not wanting to give in to my taunts, his stare darted away as I scanned down for any sign of excitement between his legs. Was that a little bulge? I loved seeing my effect on him, not knowing if I wanted to grab it or take it away from him somehow.
A soft giggle fell from my mouth.
"You know Pauly, your eyes almost match my panties today... That's a bit cute don't you think?"
He nodded upwards in embarrassed acknowledgment, making me grin further.
"I think I even have a G-String that matches your cheeks when you blush... Might be fitting for me to change into that one don't you think!"
Paul leant over unplugging the chord to buy some time before having to respond. A buzz from my phone breaking the awkward beat between us.
"It's Georgia, looks like she's still a while away bud."
Damn, I'd have to keep him occupied some other way. I had plenty of alluring incentives left in my arsenal but he'd never admit to being interested if I was too overt. He needed something for appearances.
"Tell you what Pauly, Georgia and I might have a drink in the kitchen when she gets here, it would be nice to have everything sparkling in there too. If you wipe down the counters and floors you can borrow the car for the rest of the day. You might even get a special treat in your bedroom again..." He exhaled exasperatingly, looking up at the ceiling.
