So, do you remember what happened when I caught Jane while I was away, she, the cat did play? Now, I was in the mood to rat on the cat. I drove back to my hotel, only stopping for a beer at a bar I knew well near where I stayed.
Now call it coincidence, telepathy, or whatever you like I don’t care but the strangest thing happened. Lauren, my future daughter-in-law, called me.
“Hi, and what can I do for you this fine evening?” I said, trying to sound upbeat.
Lauren is kind of distant family. She’s the fiancée of my stepson, Adam, but family is family, right? Anyway, she and Adam were going through the usual ups and downs that we all face in relationships. But as she opened up to me, I could tell this time was different. There was something heavier, something that went beyond the usual rough patch.
She had been working with a client when she overheard someone describing a man who had come on to her at the office. As the woman described him, Lauren realised it was Adam she was talking about. Then, with a distinctive sniff, she confessed she didn’t know what to do this time, explaining he’d done this before.
I took a deep breath, processing what Lauren had just said.
“I see,” I replied, trying to maintain an air of calm. “It’s not easy to deal with something like this, especially when it’s not the first time.”
Lauren’s voice wavered. “It’s not just the embarrassment, you know? It’s the trust… or the lack of it. I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”
I could hear the emotion in her tone—the frustration, the hurt. “Lauren, I know this is tough,” I said, leaning into the conversation with a softer tone. “But you don’t have to work it out tonight. Maybe we can talk through it, work out how to approach this.”
There was a long pause before she responded, her voice quieter now. “I don’t even know if it’s worth trying anymore. I feel so… defeated.”
I sighed, nodding to myself even though she couldn’t see me.
“Sometimes, it feels that way. But you’re stronger than you think, Lauren. And no matter what, you’re not alone in this.”
She let out a shaky breath. “Thanks. It means a lot to hear that.”
We spoke a little longer, discussing some potential next steps—counselling, honest conversations with Adam, even just taking time for herself. By the end of the call, Lauren sounded a bit steadier, though the weight of the situation was still apparent.
As usual, I knocked and let myself in. Lauren was sitting on the small sofa, her posture relaxed yet thoughtful, a surprising calmness about her given everything she had shared on the phone earlier. The room was softly lit, lending a warmth to the otherwise quiet space.
She always dressed impeccably, and tonight was no exception. She wore a knee-length white lace dress, one of those classic cuts that hinted at elegance but still felt casual. Her beige stockings, paired with ankle-strap shoes, gave her a touch of vintage charm. As she crossed her legs, I couldn’t help but notice the faint glint of suspender buckles peeking out—a detail that was both modest and intriguing. She had an effortless way of carrying herself that never failed to catch attention.
“Hi, Hun,” I greeted as I stepped in, trying to gauge her mood. “You, okay?”
Lauren looked up at me, a small smile breaking across her face. “I guess. Thanks for coming by,” she replied, her voice steady but tinged with an undertone of vulnerability.
I settled into the space beside her on the snug sofa, pouring two small glasses of wine from the open bottle on the table. I handed her one, and our hands briefly brushed as she took it.
“I guess we could talk things through better in person,” I said with a smile.
She took a sip and nodded. “Yeah… it’s just been a day. I needed to see a familiar face.”
As we talked, I couldn’t help but take in the details of her. Lauren always had a way of holding herself together, even when the cracks were beginning to show. At just 23, she had an air of maturity that belied her age. She was naturally beautiful, silvery blonde hair that shimmered in the soft light, falling just past her shoulders, and those striking emerald-green eyes that seemed to draw you in. Her figure was toned but feminine, a testament to her disciplined fitness routine. Even after becoming a mother at a young age, she hadn’t lost an ounce of her charm, and it was clear she took pride in taking care of herself.
“Sometimes, I just feel like I’m running on empty,” she admitted, swirling the wine in her glass. “Trying to keep everything together, to keep appearances up, you know? It gets exhausting.”
I nodded, leaning in slightly. “It’s a lot to handle. No one could blame you for feeling that way. But you’re doing a damn good job of holding it all together, Lauren.”
She glanced at me, her smile a bit softer this time. “Thanks. That means more than you know.”
The conversation shifted naturally, and as the tension began to ease, there was a quiet connection forming in the shared moment. It wasn’t just the words, the comfort of being seen, understood, even in the midst of chaos.
Not being entirely sure where this was leading, I answered with a tentative, “Yes,” letting her continue.
She shifted closer in towards me, pressing up against me with her knees,
“Do you remember when we stayed at yours that weekend? He got pissed and went up before me?”
“Well,” Lauren said, her voice soft but deliberate, “do you remember how your wife went upstairs shortly after? She left just the two of us downstairs.”
I gave her another cautious nod. “Yes, I remember.”
She paused for a moment, as if weighing her next words. Then, her voice lowered slightly, almost conspiratorial.
“Well… if I remember right, we were sitting just like this,” she said, shifting slightly on the sofa to mirror the memory. “I gave you a long, slow kiss as we drew closer.”
My heart began to race, but I kept my tone even. “That’s right,” I said, my voice calm but tinged with curiosity.
“And if I remember,” I added, “as I locked eyes with you, my hand slipped down to your knee… just like this.”
My hand resting gently on her knee, the warmth of the moment pulling us both into the memory.
“And then,” I continued, my voice quiet and measured, “I started to slowly stroke your leg, my fingers working their way to your thighs. A finger just slightly touching a prize most sought after, Wet and swollen.” Lauren drew a sharp breath as my hand brushed lightly against her.
Her eyes locked onto mine. “That’s exactly what happened,” she murmured, her tone both shy and deliberate, as if daring herself to recount the rest. “And then…” she started, but before she could finish, the memory we were replaying took hold of us both.
Her response was immediate and electric. I leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips, then trailing soft kisses along her cheek and down to the delicate nape of her neck. Her perfume, subtle and floral, filled the air between us, an intoxicating reminder of the moment’s intimacy.
“Well,” she said, her voice shy but steady, her fingers tracing slow patterns along my thigh, “we have some unfinished business, don’t we?”
Her words hung in the air, unspoken yet understood. Quietly, as though both of us were afraid to break the spell, we rose from the sofa and made our way upstairs. My pulse quickened with each step, a mix of anticipation and a sense of the unknown stirring within me.
Lauren led the way, her movements purposeful yet graceful. Once inside the guest bedroom, she turned and closed the door with a soft click.
“What happens here stays here,” she said with a slight smile, her tone playful but her eyes searching mine for reassurance. Before I could respond, she leaned into me, her body pressing softly against mine. Instinctively, I placed a hand on her hips, drawing her closer. She sighed as I held her, her back arching slightly as she relaxed into my arms.
I kissed the side of her neck, my lips lingering as I felt her heart beating rapidly against my own. My eyes followed the curve of her shoulders down to her chest, her breath rising and falling in time with the quiet rhythm of the room. I let my hand rest on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the soft fabric of her dress. Slowly, my hand moved upward, brushing against her firm breast lingering for a brief moment against a hard nipple before resting gently against her neck, gently stroking her soft silky skin
Lauren’s head tilted back, her free hand moving to the nape of my neck, her fingers tangling softly in my hair. She exhaled deeply, her body responding to each movement as though she had surrendered entirely to the moment. For a time, we were suspended in that space, lost in the connection we shared, neither of us willing to break it.
As we stood there, I noticed we were in front of a full-length mirror. Lauren caught my gaze in the reflection, her cheeks flushed, her eyes searching mine for a moment of unspoken understanding. With a gentle twist, I turned her, so we were both looking at our reflection. Slowly, I reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with care, the soft hum of fabric filling the quiet room.
As the dress slipped from her shoulders, my breath caught when I noticed a small tattoo of a butterfly just below her collarbone.
“I did that for you,” she said dreamily, her voice barely above a whisper. Her teeth grazed her lower lip as she continued, “After that visit. I knew, somehow, one day you’d see it.”
I smiled, the intimacy of her words settling between us like a shared secret. Her dress pooled around her feet, revealing a delicate lingerie set beige with soft peach accents, complete with a matching suspender belt that framed her toned legs. Her effortless elegance, paired with the vulnerability of the moment, took my breath away.
I stepped closer, the heat of her skin drawing me in as my fingertips brushed over her bare shoulders, tracing the delicate path of her bra’s straps. My touch lingered, exploring the curve of her breast and the soft lines of her back until I found the clasp. With a practiced motion, I released her from its hold, the garment slipping away as I pressed my lips to her neck. Her warmth welcomed me, the subtle allure of her perfume wrapping itself around me like an intimate embrace.
My hands cupped her breasts gently, cradling their softness, my thumbs teasing over her hardened nipples, eliciting the quietest gasp from her lips. Every touch felt electric, her body yielding to mine in perfect response.
As my hands slid to her waist, she let out a soft, shivering sigh, her breath catching as I traced delicate circles along the small of her back. The moment stretched between us, rich with unspoken desire and the weight of everything left unsaid.
She smiled, a captivating blend of nervousness and quiet confidence, her lips curving in a way that spoke volumes her words could not. Her fingers slipped into mine, warm and deliberate, a silent invitation that set my pulse racing. “I don’t want to hold back this time,” she whispered, her voice soft but charged with the weight of years spent concealing what her heart truly desired.
The air between us grew electric, every glance, every touch steeped in a rhythm only we could hear. Our movements were seamless, as if guided by an unspoken melody—a slow, intimate waltz that played only for us. Step by step, we found ourselves sinking into the comfort of her bed, the space between us disappearing as the imagined music swelled in our minds, each note urging us closer.
Lauren let out a sharp gasp as I entered her, her body moving instinctively, her hips rolling and pressing against me in perfect rhythm. My hand found her, stroking and teasing, the heat between us building with every touch. Her breath hitched, and then her body tensed, arching against me as a shuddering gasp escaped her lips. A sudden rush of warmth wet my hand as her orgasm overtook her, a wave of pleasure so intense it seemed to echo between us. She was radiant, lost in the blissful aftermath, her soft purring sounds a testament to her ecstasy.
After a brief pause, her breathing steadying, Lauren turned to face me, her eyes alight with mischief.
As we lay together, the warmth of our shared closeness still between us. Lauren looked at me with a teasing smile and said, ‘Now, let’s see what you’ve got in you.” she murmured.
Her voice with a playful desire. Her lips immediately finding my chest then moving lower, her kisses heated, her tongue tracing over my skin, her teeth grazing my shaft, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
The tension between us broke for a moment, and we fell back onto the bed, the air thick with laughter and longing. Lauren straddled me, her smile devilish.
“Now, be a good boy and let this slut fuck you,” she teased, her words dripping with sultry confidence.
She took her time, savouring the moment, her every touch deliberate, her every movement a symphony of passion and unbridled desire.
Suddenly, a familiar expression washed over her face, one that could only mean she was on the brink of another climax. I pulled her close, rolling her beneath me. With her legs spread invitingly, I positioned myself, feeling her warmth drawing me in. Every movement was deliberate, a blend of passion and urgency, as I plunged deeper. The rhythm grew, an unspoken connection guiding us, until the tension within us built to its peak. Together, we shattered the barrier between control and surrender, finding our release in an exquisite moment of shared ecstasy.
Lauren gasped softly, her silent plea echoing in the tension that enveloped us, her body moving instinctively in time with mine. The intensity between us had dissolved, leaving only the warmth of our closeness. As we rested briefly, catching our breath in the soft quiet of the aftermath, Lauren looked directly into my eyes, her lips still but her glistening eyes expressing gratitude.
She glanced up at me, her gaze shimmering, and whispered, “What are you doing?”
I smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
“Keeping you warm,” I murmured gently, pulling the quilt up over us and her closer into me.
Her lips curved into a soft smile, and she nestled closer, letting the comfort of the moment envelop us both. The world outside could wait.
