But I’m a fighter. As I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, I was determined to find a way to get him. Then I smiled, there was an ace that I could play. The twenty extra years that I had weren’t necessarily a disadvantage. They were twenty years of experience. In that time I’d learnt how to flirt, and how to be seductive. How to use all of my womanly charms to entice a man.
Ryan would be putty in my hands!
They say, strike while the iron is hot. That’s why I was going to act while I was still confident.
In the morning I put my plan into action. Before going downstairs I carefully prepared myself. Just a bit more lipstick than I normally use, and it was red, to emphasize my full lips. I’d taken my time choosing what to wear. I wanted Ryan to notice me. The bra that I was wearing was my best one, the bra that pushed my tits up. Covering it was a stylish top that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. Too much would have made me look like a slut. The skirt had picked itself, it was the one that matched my blouse. It was short, above my knees, perfect for showing off my slender legs.
When I entered the kitchen Brad and Ryan were already there. And as disappointing as it was, it didn’t surprise me that only my Step-Son was taking an interest in me. I pretended not to notice while he looked me up and down.
While we were eating he kept looking at me, just a quick glance, and then back to his breakfast. I could read his mind. He was trying to understand the motive behind my new appearance, but he didn’t want to ask me about it.
My intention was to leave it at that. Later, in a day or two, I’d do some mild flirting. However, when Brad went to work early, while Ryan was still eating his breakfast, that gave me the opportunity to do more.
When he asked for more toast, I quickly made some, but I handed it to him slowly, and while I was leaning forward. As expected, his eyes were fixed on my big tits. That encouraged me to be even bolder.
After he’d finished eating I made him another coffee, and while he drank it I did the dishes. I was at the sink, with my back towards him, but more importantly, so was my bottom, and I was bending over so that it would stick out. I didn’t need to be in that position and he would know that. He would be staring at it, and feeling guilty for what he was doing, but he wouldn’t look away because it was exciting him.
When I spread my legs he gasped, not loudly, but I heard it. It made me smile. Then I thought of something that made my heart beat faster and my pussy start to moisten. He might come behind me, and if he did, his hands would be all over me. He’d grope my tits, and then his other hand would be between my legs. His fingers eagerly slipping inside my panties so that he could get to my pussy. And it would end with him pushing his cock deep inside me so that he could fuck me to an epic climax.
When I heard him get up from his chair I gave a little shudder, in anticipation of what was going to happen. He did want me, and he was going to have me now, in the kitchen.