Lana was languidly stretching while lounging around sprawled in her bed late one night, listening to music and as usual, fantasizing about all the things she wanted to do during the summer. Finally a break from all the University exams, no more studying!
She could do anything she liked... A Cheshire cat smile spread on her face. She knew just what she wanted.
***
Lana's mother - Farah, raised her as a single parent, so through the years she struggled to take care of her while working 2 jobs and finishing her degree.
Her relentless ambition and hard work paid off, though, as now - in her late 30ies she owned a small but successful business, that unfortunately also consumed pretty much all her free time.
Lana's basic needs were always provided for, but she was starved for time and affection. Lana grew up often feeling lonely, which in her adulthood translated into desperate need for validation and attention seeking from men.
When Lana turned 18, Farah finally introduced her to her long time boyfriend, whom she kept secret from her daughter, until she was absolutely sure he was the One.
She was also afraid of Lana's reaction, because she knew how strained their relationship was anyway, even without a third person further complicating things.
John was also in his late thirties, but that was not the first thing Lana noticed about him.
He was tall, lean, with a cheeky glint in his bright blue eyes and a charismatic air about him, capable of enchanting everyone he came into contact with.
When they first met, she was standoffish at first, but quickly realized that John wasn't some stuck up snob, he was actually attentive and caring towards her mother, so she started warming up to him.
In fact, since he moved in, he has become somewhat of a friend and confidante, whom Lana instinctively learned to trust and rely on, whenever she needed help or relationship advice.
Lana was attending a university only half an hour away from her home, so it didn't make sense to move out just yet, plus she was saving her hard-earned part time job money for a car.
Pretty soon, the friendship bond she shared with John turned into a secret crush, a feeling she struggled long and hard to subdue, but to no avail.
She was ashamed of her feelings at first, knowing it would be wrong for her to reveal even a sliver of what she wanted, afraid he would reject her, or worse - tell her mother about it and humiliate her into complete mortification. She wanted her mom to be happy, of course, but at the same time couldn't deny the chemistry she shared with John.
She preferred to keep quiet, doing her best to maintain her urges and keep the poker face in check, while growing more frustrated every day.
Then she started noticing things.
It was subtle, almost imperceptible at first, but the more attention she paid, the surer she was about it.
Every time he thought she didn't notice, John was looking at her, watching her intently, but quickly looking away whenever their eyes met.
Her mother's job required lots of traveling, so on many an occasion, Lana remained alone with him in the house for days in a row.
That provided her with plenty of opportunities, while also giving her the confidence to become bolder in her explorations, finding subtle ways to test the waters.
With every response she enticed from him, she felt her confidence growing and her resolve cemented.
Try as she might though, Lana realized that John was a decent man and as such, he would never be brash enough to take an initiative.
She decided the only thing left for her to do, was what any self-respecting woman should be able to - seduce him.
***
John came home late one night, while Farah was away on yet another business trip, leaving the house to him and Lana, who seemed to never be around lately, what with her blooming social life and never-ending stream of university colleagues vying for her attention.
He was making his way upstairs, craving a shower and nap, when he noticed Lana's room door cracked open, the flickering light from her computer screen lighting up the otherwise dark space.
He quietly peeked through the crack and froze.
Lana had her back to the door, lying on her bed - stomach down, watching a movie with headphones on.
Her pale skin contrasted on the dark purple duvet she was lounging on, her legs bent at the knee, absent-mindedly swaying up and down in the air, each movement briefly revealing the space between her upper thighs, where her rather tight looking cotton panties were bunched into the most succulent cameltoe.
He felt his dick stir and had to forcefully peel his eyes off the view, before he made any sound and got caught in the act.
What he didn't know, however, was that Lana had deliberately left her door ajar for him to find.
The headphones were plugged in but the sound from the movie was lowered enough for her to hear him approach, thanks to the telltale squeaky board right in front of her room.
The mere thought of him watching her made her tingle all over.
She felt her panties dampen and her nipples deliciously harden against the mattress.
When she heard him close the door to his room, she quickly went to her closet and took out the shopping bag hidden underneath and changed into the contents, inspecting her reflection in the tall mirror next to her bed, unable to suppress her smile.
Poor John... He didn't know what was coming for him...
***
