"Can I help you?" A beautiful middle-aged saleslady asks. From the sound of it, it isn't the first time she has asked me the same question. Not believing I lost myself in a daydream like this, I snap out of it with a feeling of regret, my pussy suffering from unfulfilled desire.
Befitting the image of the store, the saleslady is dressed sexily but with class, a perfect blend of attractiveness and warmth. Tall like me, she is my mirror image with her locks of light brown hair framing her heart-shaped face, her light brown eyes looking at me with perfect understanding. The kind of woman a customer opens up to, willing to trust her with her own desire to show off her own body with the same tastefulness as, only in far more arousing attire.
Her knowing smile, and the way she places her hand on my mine as if to offer me comfort, tells me she knows exactly what I was daydreaming of, and I feel myself blush.
"I'll take these," I say without thinking, afraid that my fear will stop me dead in my tracks, leaving me wondering what if in the coming years.
"A perfect choice for a beautiful lady," she says with the warmth that I need to go through with this.
Ignoring the little voice of reason at the back of my mind that tells me I'm setting myself up for heartache and embarrassment, I gladly allow her to take the lead from there. Following her from one part of the store to the next on unsteady legs, only too happy to receive her compliments about my figure.
"All the right curves to do justice to all this," she says, gesturing to more of the sexy lingerie that surrounds us. Providing me with a little confidence booster that also boosts the growing horniness. By the time we hit the register, I'm a mess of hormones, my nipples tight and my clit throbbing and aching to be touched, rubbed, sucked on.
"Don't be afraid, dear," the saleslady says, in the all-knowing tone of a woman who knows exactly what I'm going through, "With your looks, you have nothing to worry about."
If only she knew who I'm planning on seducing.
A Taboo Romance With A Billionaire Part 2
Excerpt: A Taboo Romance With A Billionaire Part 2
Amelia's eyes light up and I just go on. "The only thing that made me keep a distance is the fact that you are my stepsister." There, I said it. I've come clean.
Pretending she is thinking it over, her fat tits rising and falling as she nails her pussy with her fingers, Amelia finally asks, "And you are certain it will help bring that horrible swelling down, Mac?"
"Oh, for the love of God!" I say, frustrated with pent-up lust that needs to be released.
"You need it that bad, eh?" my stepsister says with a devilish smile.
"For longer than you can imagine," I say. "Why do you think I buried myself in work? So I could avoid the woman I love."
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