Jake loosened his tie, cranked-up his favorite band and eased the Porsche out of the parking garage. As he finally left work, he caught sight of the canvas shopping bag perched on the passenger seat.
He punched the accelerator, entering the highway at twice the legal speed limit.
Sure, the store was on the way home. But Ella was a college student with her own car. Why did HE have to return her leggings?
"Never fall in love with someone else's children," he muttered.
Love or lust? Or a sick combination of the two?
The question led Jake's mind back to the afternoon he bought the leggings for his step-daughter.
How they fit Ella's sleek body, clinging to her long lean legs and rock hard ass like a second skin.
How the matching magenta top cradled her small firm breasts, revealing every inch of their perfect shape.
How the gap between the bra top and the leggings showcased her sculpted abs, honed by years of dance, gymnastics and martial arts.
He remembered the fantasy that hijacked his thoughts while Ella shopped for an outfit guaranteed to fuel his raging lust...
Slipping into Ella's dressing room. Seeing her surprised face. Not caring about anything other than easing, then ramming the monster down his step-daughter's throat.
Once again, the fantasy had its effect.
Guiding the sports car through the gathering gloom, Jake's beer-can thick 9.5" cock lengthened, thickened and hardened to its full glory, trapped between his leg and his pants.
Jake reached into the shopping bag and felt the legging's smooth, stretchy material. He imagined sliding it down Ella's insanely fit body, ready to be ravished by her horse-hung step-father.
Jake pulled the leggings from the bag and held them to his nose They smelled of nothing but the store, but the soft high-tech fabric against his face was a rush.
Jake returned the leggings to the passenger seat, fighting the urge to release the beast.
A minute later, he scanned the Porsche's mirrors, eased off the gas, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. After an uncomfortable struggle, he finally freed his enormous rock hard cock.
Jake aimed one of the AC vents at his manhood. The relief was palpable, but far from relaxing. If anything, the cool air against hot flesh increased his carnal cravings.
Jake picked-up Ella's unwanted leggings, wrapped them around his massive hard-on and rubbed the material up and down his wrist-thick shaft.
His imagined fucking Ella in the pool house, standing in front of him, facing the full-length mirror. Working his gigantic cock into her soaking wet pussy from behind.
Ella's face contorted by pain and pleasure. Her mouth open. Her green eyes looking into his. Pleading.
"Please!" she'd gasp. "It's too big!"
Jake was moments away from spraying the Porsche's interior with cum. The only way to stop that: fire his seed into Ella's unwanted leggings.
Yes but...
Ella kept all her receipts. She stored them in a filing cabinet like a damn accountant. When Jake got home, he'd have to hand Ella the exchange receipt or lie that he'd lost it.
"I've lost it alright," Jake laughed.
Jake removed his hand from the monster, stuffed the leggings back in the canvas bag and, with considerable difficulty, returned his massive member to its prison.
The monster wasn't happy. Jake wasn't happy -- especially when he saw the salesman locking the front door. The same pretty boy who'd flirted with Ella.
The boy recognized Jake, smiled graciously, and began unlocking the door.
As Jake waited, he took another look at the college-aged kid bending the rules on his behalf.
While his long blond hair, fine features and robin's egg blue eyes were "cute," the term "pretty boy" didn't quite cover it.
Genetics and gym time had blessed the boy with a buff body built for speed and strength, barely hidden by a loose-fitting muscle shirt and running shorts.
Something of an athlete, then. If so, no champion. Nothing about the way he moved indicated a winner's confidence.
"Still you never know," Jake said silently to himself.
The salesman waved Jake into the store.
"But there's one thing I DO know," he thought, remembering the look the salesman had given him during his last visit.
As Jake entered the store, the boy stood to one side and dipped his head. A sign of deference -- timed to steal a look at Jake's crotch. Which displayed Jake's sexual frustration in no uncertain terms.
"I can help you over here," the salesman said, pointing at the counter, locking the door behind them.
Although the boy must have said the words a million times, Jake sensed he was nervous. Confirming Jake's previous assessment of the boy's sexual proclivities.
"Ella called earlier," the salesman said, taking his position behind the counter.
Jake handed him the bag.
"The leggings she wants are less expensive than the ones she bought," the salesman said, accepting the bag and placing it on the counter behind him.
