I was sure thatIwas, soIquickly stripped off the bikini, determined never to do something so wrong and risky again.
But whenIgot dressed again, it wasn’t in the boring, modest black dressIhad first taken off.Instead,Islid into a short, tight red sundressI’dpurchased along with the rest of my new clothes.
AndIdidn’t put either my bra or my panties on under it.
TWENTY-ONE
KOR
WasViviennewearing panties?Ididn’t think she was.Iwassureshe wasn’t wearing a bra.
I was sitting on the barstool at the kitchen island again, watching her cook.I’doffered to help—I’mnot a bad cook,Ihad to learn after my mom died.Itwas either that or live on spaghetti and tacos, which was all my dad knew how to make.ButViviennehad shaken her head whenIoffered to help.
“No, no—you sit right there.Ilike cooking,” she told me.“Justkeep me company and make some conversation.”
So we talked and she cooked, andIwatched her—which is what she really wanted,Ithink.Withanother woman,Imight have felt bad, ogling her body this way.ButIgot the strong feeling thatViviennewantedto be looked at—that she was enjoying letting me watch her.
Why else would she be wearing that dress?
It wasn’t as skimpy as the bikini, but it came close,Ithought.Thetop was low cut and showed so much cleavageIcould almost see her nipples.Thehem fell just below her luscious ass, and it had a tendency to ride up when she reached up for something or when she bent over—say, to check the potatoes which were cooking in the oven—which she’d already done multiple times.
Whenever she bent over,Igot a look at her bare ass and when she parted her thighs,Icould see just a hint of the dark curls covering her pussy mound.
The sight was making me half crazy—Iwas beginning to wonder ifIshould excuse myself to go to the bathroom to jerk off.ButIdidn’t want to miss a single minute of the private showViviennewas putting on for me.Iloved watching the way her full breasts swayed and jiggled when she moved and catching glimpses of that forbidden area between her thighs.
It occurred to me that she’d probably been sexually repressed her whole life and now she was making up for lost time—not thatIminded.Itwas flattering, honestly—clearly, she feltIwas a safe person to show her sexuality to.Thatwas huge with survivors of assault—Iknew that from my therapy sessions withJennie.
At last, she got everything finished and it was time to plate up.ButViviennewas apparently having trouble reaching the plates she wanted.
“Oh, damn it!”Iheard her mutter as she stood on her tiptoes and reached for the stack ofChinaon the top shelf of the kitchen cabinets.
“Need some help?”Islid out of my chair and came to stand right behind her.
“I just can’t…can’t reach these,” she panted.ButInoticed she was pressing back against me and her sundress had ridden up so that her bare ass was rubbing against my rigid cock, which was pressing against the front of my trousers.Everytime she jumped, the front of her dress came further down, untilIcould see right down to where her bare nipples were poking out the top.
Fuck, she was so damn tempting!ButIdid my best to keep from doing anything that would upset or frighten her.
“Let me help, baby,”Isaid, the endearment slipping out by accident.
I leaned against her a little, letting her feel my chest against her back and my cock branding her ass, and reached for the elusive plates.
“Is two enough?”Imurmured in her ear.
“Oh, uh…yes.Yes, two should work,” she said, sounding breathless.
“Two it is,”Isaid, butIlingered for a minute, our bodies pressed together, beforeIput the two plates down on the counter in front of her.
“Thank you.”Sheturned to face me, andIsaw how red her cheeks were.Buther eyes were bright, and she wasn’t trying to get away.Infact, she pressed against me, her full breasts rubbing against my bare chest.Icould feel the tight points of her nipples teasing me.Didshe like this little game we were playing?
I thought she did.Andwhat’s more—Iliked it too.Inever wanted it to end.
I had no idea how far the game would go…or what the consequences would be, orImight have tried to stop it then and there.ButIdidn’t know—Ionly knewIloved the feeling of her soft, curvy body pressed against mine…the wayIcould see her nipples peeking out at me from the top of her sundress…the wayIcould tell she wasn’t wearing panties and the way the scent of her pussy told me how hot and wet she was.
No,Ididn’t want to stop…butIshould have.
I would regret it later.
TWENTY-TWO