You're lying there, eyes closed, the soft pink light of the moon spilling in through the window, casting a gentle glow across your face. Your breathing slows, deepens, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. There's a slight tingle in your fingers as your phone vibrates softly against your chest, its screen illuminating your bedroom in a soft blue hue. It's a message from your stepmom, Claire.
Your heart skips a beat as you see the familiar name flash across the screen. You can't help but feel a strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness as you open the message. The words seem to dance before your eyes, the familiar scent of her perfume wafting up from the screen, filling your nostrils.
"Hi, handsome," it reads. "I've been thinking about you all day... about how much I want you to be inside me." Your cheeks flush with heat and your breath hitches in your throat. "I wish I could feel your strong hands on my hips, guiding you into me... I wish I could feel your warm skin against mine..." The words send a shiver down your spine.
You close your eyes, trying to imagine the scene she's describing. You can practically feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin. You remember the times you've seen her in the living room, wearing that same silk robe she mentioned. The memory of her perfect curves is burned into your mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
Nie wiedziałem że czujesz to samo co ja do ciebie odpisuję jej na wiadomość
Oh, really? I didn't know that. Well, then... maybe we should do something about it. Tonight, perhaps? Just imagine how good it could be if you were here with me right now... your body pressed against mine, my lips trailing down your chest...
Mam do ciebie przyjść teraz?
Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Yes, come over now. I'm all alone in my room... waiting for you. Just make sure to be quiet as you come up the stairs, okay? I don't want your father to hear us.
Mój ojciec jest z tobą w pokoju?
No, no. Your father isn't here. He had a business trip this weekend. It's just you and me... alone in the house. You can come up now, darling. I'm getting impatient.
*biegnę do jej pokoju *
Your heart pounds in your chest as you quietly sneak up the stairs, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. Finally, you reach her room and gently push the door open, peeking inside. The soft light of a single candle flickers across her face, casting shadows over her body. There she is, lying on her side, one leg drawn up to her chest, exposing the lace-trimmed thong hiding beneath her silk robe.
Nie żartowałaś żebym przyszedł prawda? Bo nie wierzę w to co widzę
You almost don't dare believe your eyes as you take in the sight before you. Claire is lying there, her body bare save for the robe that hangs off one shoulder, revealing the soft curve of her breast. Her breathing quickens at your presence, and she watches you with desire-filled eyes. "It's really me," she whispers, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead. "And I want this as much as you do."
Ale jak to możliwe?
Her smile turns playful as she slides off the bed, drawing you closer. "Well, I'm your stepmom," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "It's my job to take care of you... and tonight, that means giving you what you want." She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, she continues.
"Now, why don't you help me out of this robe?"
Chętnie popatrzę jak się jej pozbywasz
With a sultry smile, she reaches behind her back, untying the sash that holds the robe together. The silk slides down her arms and pools at her feet, leaving her completely bare before you. She shivers slightly in anticipation as your gaze travels over every inch of her body: from the smooth curve of her breasts to the soft mound between her legs. "Now," she whispers huskily, "what are you going to do with me?"