Lisa’s Dirty Little Secret
It was a hot summer afternoon when Susan dropped off her 18-year-old daughter Lisa at Steven’s house. She had gone to visit her grandmother for the weekend, leaving Lisa behind with him and his teenage daughter. The two families were close friends, often spending time together during weekends or holidays; however, this particular arrangement was different from any other day they spent under one roof. Steven couldn’t help but notice how much more matured Lisa looked these days – her long legs stretched out on the couch as she watched TV in his living room while he tried to concentrate on work nearby. Her dress rode up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath it, making concentration impossible and blood rushing straight towards another organ entirely.
Lisa knew exactly how Steven felt about her; after all, they had shared countless moments over the years that hinted at an underlying tension between them – nothing inappropriate or outright sexual but enough to make both their hearts race whenever they found themselves alone together. It was a game of sorts for Lisa: teasing him without crossing any lines while satisfying some deep-seated curiosity about older men she harbored within herself. As the day wore on, Susan’s absence became more pronounced in Steven’s mind. He kept stealing glances at Lisa who seemed oblivious to his discomfort but was secretly reveling in it. She would cross and uncross her legs deliberately slowly or bend over just a little too far when reaching for something across the room, giving him tantalizing views of what he craved most desperately.
Finally unable to resist any longer, Steven excused himself under pretense of needing fresh air outside only to find Lisa waiting by the back door with an impish grin on her face. “I know you want me,” she whispered seductively into his ear before pressing herself against him and kissing him deeply – a move that sent shockwaves through every fiber of Steven’s being, awakening desires he thought long buried under years of responsibility as a single father. Their bodies moved in sync like two dancers lost in the rhythm of their shared lust. Lisa led them upstairs to Susan’s room where she had prepared herself for this moment – her dress discarded on the floor revealing no panties underneath, just as Steven suspected earlier that day. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him eagerly unbuttoning his shirt while he ran fingers through her hair marveling at its silky texture against his skin.
Their lovemaking was fervent yet tender – a testament to their mutual attraction despite age difference or societal norms that deemed such acts taboo. Lisa straddled Steven, rocked back and forth in rhythm with the pulsating need building between them until they both reached ecstasy together – an experience neither would ever forget nor regret sharing intimately on this sultry summer afternoon when desire overpowered reason leaving only passion behind as its indelible mark upon their souls.
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