My Stepsister’s Perfect Figure
As I pulled up to the Wagner’s house to pick up Russell, I couldn’t help but notice Lori waiting for me at the door. She was dressed to impress, wearing a slinky mid-thigh length, low-cut dress that accentuated her youthful figure.
Lori’s legs were absolutely perfect, from toes to thighs, they appeared to be off a well-formed mannequin. I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to visualize what she looked like under her clothes.
We had been to the local undergarment boutique a few months ago to pick up a few items for Lori and Mrs. Wagner, and I had seen her measurements on the card. 34-22-34, and a small B cup. I wondered if she had graduated to a B cup yet.
Lori led me into the kitchen and told me to sit at the table. As I sat down, she bent over the table, pushing a bowl of fruit towards me. This allowed a full view of her chest, and I couldn’t help but stare at the 1/3 visible rounds of her areola’s above her push-up bra.
“Hey idiot, those tits are jail bait now that you’re 18,” she said, her voice teasing. I stammered in response, and she continued, “Too bad we didn’t hook up a few days ago, you might have had an opportunity to get a touch of my tits.”
My dick was harder than granite, and I couldn’t help but think about what she was saying. She leaned on her elbow and said, “From now on, it seems as though you’ll have to go after older women…or just old women.”
Apparently, from the expression on my face, Lori came back with, “What, you think my Mom’s too old, not good looking enough?” I replied, “No, not at all, she’s great looking for someone in their late 30’s.”
Lori responded, “Will you admit she’s hot?” I came back, “Absolutely,” hoping she’d drop it. But she didn’t. “Oh yeah, would you fuck her if you had the chance?” she asked, her voice shocking me.
“Yes, yes I would…your Mom is one hot 38ish woman,” I stuttered. Lori said, “40. My Mom’s 40, now how do you feel?” I didn’t know what to say, but it only turned me on more.
“Well Jay, here’s the scoop,” Lori said matter-of-factly. “Russell left with my Dad this afternoon and won’t be back till late Sunday or possibly early Monday. Fortunately, you might have a chance to get into my Mom’s pants because you’re now elected to escort my Mom to a banquet tonight.”
“Of course, the fucking thing will just be a chance in a million with Mom, but if you take her, I promise that some day you’ll be able to put your little dick in this,” Lori said, pulling the front of her dress up, exposing her pussy to me.
“You will take her, will you not?” Lori asked, her voice husky. I stammered, “Yes, absolutely…when?” Lori laughed and said, “When what?”
“When can I fuck you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Lori said, “We’ll discuss this after, remember that I’m now jail bait.” And then she wiped her cunt juice-covered finger across my lips.
Lori led me to the guest room, where a tuxedo was laid out on the bed. “Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” she said, laughing. “Strip, do not be a sissy, you are going to need help, so strip.”
I quickly stripped down to my briefs, and Lori laughed, “You have got to be kidding, little boy underwear?” She ripped my shorts right off of me, and I was left standing in my briefs.
“Heck Jay, would never have realized it, but you have at least a normal size cock, I am surprised,” Lori said, looking at my dick. “Good size balls too, think you will have to go commando tonight just in case Mom gets a chance to cop a feel.”
Lori guided me out to the living room, just in time for Mrs. Wagner to enter. She was stunning, wearing a black bare back satin dress that had a deep V in front that opened to halfway between her semi-exposed full breasts and her belly button.
Rachel walked right up to me, taking my hands and placing them on her hips. “Well Jay, what do you think?” she asked, her voice husky. “I hope that you will not be embarrassed by escorting an older woman like myself.”
“Rachel, you are absolutely beautiful and am not only honored to be your date, I am totally at your service,” I said, trying to get the right words out. She leaned towards me and said, “Let us hope you do not regret that.”
Rachel placed her luscious lips against mine, and we slowly opened our mouths, our tongues entwining in a passionate kiss. I felt her hand move to the back of my head, pulling me tighter. We were lost in the moment, until Lori coughed loudly, breaking our embrace.
“Ok guys, break it up, you have all night,” Lori said, laughing. That broke our moment, but as we separated, Rachel allowed her hand to slightly brush my cock through the front of my pants.
“You just might get the chance,” Lori said, looking at my crotch, then back at my face. The doorbell rang, and Lori’s date arrived. I immediately recognized him as one of the detectives on the local sheriff’s department, at least 25 years old. Lori shushed me, telling me to keep quiet.
Rachel and I arrived at the banquet, a very formal affair set up for some fundraiser pertaining to some Women’s organization. The place was filled with women ranging from early twenties to well over retirement age. I was a bit out of place, but Rachel strutted me around like she was showing off the crown jewels.
She introduced me to young and old, good looking and some that would scare a locomotive backwards, as HER date. I could tell from her animated gestures that she was really getting into it. She then located a group of specific women and headed towards their location, whispering in my ear to play along with what she was going to tell them and make them jealous.
Rachel’s fingers brushed against mine as we sipped champagne, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the champagne.
“Rachel, you’re not…uh, you’re not doing him, are you?” Mary asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Rachel just winked, and I knew I was in trouble.
“Need a young one once in a while, so they can keep up with me,” Rachel said, squeezing my hand. I felt a surge of excitement at her words, and my heart began to beat faster.
Jan, the oldest and boldest of the group, stepped in front of me, grabbing my package through my pants. “Boy, I hope Rachel is paying you big for these things,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.
Rachel intervened quickly, “Jan, he’s not that way, not even close. He’s here on his own free will.” Jan released her grip, looked at me, and apologized. “Well, boy, if you ever need some compensation, feel free to find me. They definitely felt good to me!” She handed me a card, which I tucked into my waistband, and walked away.
The others looked uncomfortable, but Janet, a strikingly beautiful long-haired blonde, broke the silence. “I’m jealous, Rachel. I wish I had the nerve to walk in public with a young stud like this,” she said, her eyes sparkling with desire.
Mary and Sue concurred, thanking Rachel for introducing me and joining the party. I was enjoying the attention, the implication of being a gigolo and stud status. Rachel cruised the floor while I strutted at her side, our movements becoming more fluid and personal with each passing moment.
As we danced, Rachel’s hand would occasionally brush against mine, sending shivers down my spine. She’d place her arm around my back, her hand slowly rubbing across my ass cheeks. I felt like a prize, a stud on display for her pleasure.
At dinner, Rachel sat next to me, her hand on my thigh, slowly sliding her hand up to my balls. “Gawd, these feel good,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. I knew then that tonight was mine, if I didn’t blow it.
After dinner, we hit the dance floor, our bodies grinding together with the music. I had a perpetual hard-on, my dick straining against my pants. I wanted to bend Rachel backwards over a table and fuck her harder than any woman had been fucked in history.
Jan broke in, pushing Rachel away, “Let’s go, big boy.” I thought I was going to crush me, my hard-on against her stomach. She rubbed her body against mine, her hand grasping my cock through my pants. I was on the verge of an embarrassing moment, but Sue intervened, “Don’t worry, Jay, I’ll save you.”
We finished the dance, my cock still hard, but I managed to compose myself. Sue whispered in my ear, “Saved you tonight, but you owe me. I’ll fuck you silly,” and kissed me on the cheek.
Rachel and I danced one last dance, our bodies still attracted to each other. We got aroused again, Rachel cupping my balls, telling me, “We better get out of here before these explode!”
As we left the club, Rachel reached over and opened my pants, her hand closing around my cock. “Let’s keep this guy out until we get home,” she said, smiling at me. We drove in silence, the tension between us palpable.
I adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Rachel’s face, her eyes sparkling with desire. We hit the highway, the only sound the hum of the engine and the sound of our breathing.
Rachel’s hand moved to my cock, playing with it, teasing me. I couldn’t help but think about what was to come. We were headed for a night of passion, a night of exploration, a night of getting to know each other’s bodies.
As we drove, I reached across, my hand finding its way into Rachel’s dress, my fingers brushing against her tit. She didn’t stop me, didn’t push me away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her body inviting mine.
We pulled into Rachel’s driveway, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath the tires. We barely stopped the car before we were out, our doors open, our bodies moving towards the front door.
I stumbled, my shoe still in the car, but Rachel didn’t stop. She walked out of her heels, her thong underwear crumpled on the last step. I followed her, my pants almost staying on until we reached the porch.
Rachel pulled her dress over her head, throwing it to the side. I was left standing there, my cock swinging to and fro, my heart pounding in my chest. She smiled at me, her body beautiful, her face radiant.
“Let’s go,” she said, grabbing my hand, pulling me towards her bedroom. I followed, my cock still hard, my heart still racing.
We entered the bedroom, the only sound the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Rachel pushed me against the bed, her body pressed against mine. I felt her lips on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. I knew then that I was hers, that she would take me to places I’d never been before.
We kissed, our bodies locked together, our hearts pounding in unison. We thrust, our tempo increasing, our passion growing. I felt Rachel’s body tense, her muscles contracting, her vagina grasping my cock in rhythm to my thrusts.
And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, I felt my orgasm wash over me, my cock unleashing a powerful pulse of my seed. Rachel met the pulse with one of her own, her body trembling beneath mine.
We lay there, our bodies spent, our hearts still pounding. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I knew then that I was hers, that I would never be the same again.
“That was fantastic,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Rachel smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Mine too,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.
We stood up, our bodies still entwined, our hearts still pounding. Rachel smiled at me, her face radiant, her body beautiful. “Let’s go,” she said, pulling me towards her.
We walked towards the bathroom, our bodies still locked together. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my cock still hard, my face still flushed. I knew then that I was a man, a man in love, a man who would do anything to please Rachel.
We entered the bathroom, the only sound the quiet hum of the water. Rachel turned on the shower, the warm water cascading down our bodies. We stood there, our bodies still locked together, our hearts still pounding.
“Shower with me,” she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. I didn’t need to be asked twice. We stood there, our bodies still entwined, our hearts still pounding, as the warm water washed over us.
And in that moment, I knew that I was hers, that I would do anything to please her, that I would love her forever.