(Thanks once again to my editor,
"larryinseattle"
for doing what he does best)
"GIVE ME THAT!" Natalie yelled, as she jumped into the air trying to take the small, black box from Dale's hand.
"What, this?" he replied as he laughed, holding the box high above his head.
"YES, that."
"But why?" he asked, this time with an impish grin on his face.
"You know damn well why. You've been driving me fucking crazy all day long playing with the dials. I thought I was going to scream when you turned it on while we were at the boutique and I'm pretty sure the waiter at the restaurant suspected something was going on since I couldn't sit still the whole time we were there."
"So? Are you complaining?"
"YES ... and no"
"So which is it?" he asked as his arm fell to his side.
It was if her whole personality changed as she answered. "No," she purred in a deep sultry voice as she moved closer to him. Her fingertips slowing running down the front of his shirt. "I like it when you tease me like you did today. And yes," she continued as she moved closer until her body was pressed against his, "because you didn't bring me home and fuck me hours ago," she whispered softly into his ear.
"I thought ...," he began to say.
Then her hand moved with the speed of a snake attacking, grabbing the controller as she spun out of his reach. "GOT IT," she yelled, laughing and giggling like a young girl, as she twirled around in circles. "You men are so gullible."
"Owwwww. I'll get you for that," he snarled, jokingly.
"Promises, promises."
This time, she was the one who was surprised as he wrapped his arms around her, trapping her arms at her sides. The feel of her body pressed against his, the delicate scent of her perfume, and the far less subtle aroma of her arousal had his body reacting in seconds. "You're such a tease," he said as he looked down into her eyes.
"It's only teasing if you don't plan on following through with it," she purred, as she stood on her tip-toes and lightly brushed her lips across hers.
"Prove it," he challenged.
"How?"
"Turn around," he replied in a commanding tone as he released her.
When she did, she realized she was facing the full-length mirror mounted in the foyer.
He stood behind her. She watched as he slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, a shiver running through her body. With a faint 'swish' the sundress she was wearing, drifted to the ground.
He looked over her shoulder, gazing at the reflection of his step-mother in the mirror. His mind drifted back to the events that had brought them together as he felt her body press against his.
His mother had died when he was very young so for most of his childhood it had been him and his dad. That had all changed when his father met Natalie. At the time, she'd been working as a model for his dad's clothing company. What followed was referred to by many people as a whirlwind romance, though he hadn't minded. The three of them had quickly bonded and did everything together but, life, fate, karma, or whatever else you may want to call it can be cruel. On the day of his 18
th
birthday his father died in a freak scuba diving accident leaving him and Natalie alone.
For the next three years, Natalie had worked long and hard to turn his father's company into one of the premier women's lingerie and clothing manufacturers in the industry. Then, just after his 21
st
birthday, she announced that she was making him the head of the research and development department. The decision was good for him but bad, in some ways, for her since it left her with more time to feel the loss of his father.
Though he'd had more than his share of boyish, night-time, fantasizes about her, he'd never really thought about her as anything other than his step-mother until one night when he came home early. As he walked by her room he'd heard soft moans and peeked in. What he saw, even now, made his cock harden. She was laying nude on her bed, one hand cupping a breast and pinching her nipple, while two fingers of the other slid in and out of the junction between her legs. He stood there, transfixed, until with a final shudder, she collapsed on her bed. It was at that moment that he'd stopped thinking of her as his step-mother but as a woman with needs, needs that he'd hopefully be able to fulfill.
The following day, on the pretext of looking into some possible company competition, he visited a local sex shop with a reputation of being the most discrete and innovative in town. What he found, instead, was an ex-employee of his father's who'd developed a microchip capable of being perfectly placed inside of a woman's lingerie to stimulate her nipples and clit. The fact that the owner insisted on demonstrating hadn't hurt either. As he watched, she'd become more and more turned until he fucked her on a four-poster bed in the back of the shop. That, of course, had 'sealed the deal' and he purchased a set of the lingerie for Natalie.
His mind swirled as the image of Natalie standing before him dressed in the lingerie on the night they'd become lovers formed only to drift away, to be replaced by her reflection in the mirror.
It was hard to believe she was six years older than him. Her tanned skin was flawless. Her brunette hair, now tied in a pony-tail, hung almost to the crease of her butt. At 5-foot, 9-inches tall she was still several inches shorter than him, though she almost always wore 3-4 inch high heels when out in public. Even today, she'd been wearing a pair of open-toed, wedge sandals until just before they got home.
She was leaning back against him, one arm at her side, the other rubbing up and down his thigh. Her breast strained against the bra, the nipples visible through the almost transparent material. Her panties rode low on her hips, the front damp from her excitement. He felt his cock jerk at the sight of her suspender belt, tight round her slim waist, the straps holding up the lace top stockings. Yet even more exciting was the fact that that the straps ran under her panties allowing them be removed without the need to take off the stockings.
"When did you start ...," he began to ask only to have her interrupt him.
