“I know,” he smiled.
“Brat,” I said, slapping, for the first time ever, his ass.
“Hey, I’m not just a piece of meat, you know,” he joked.
“Or are you?” I countered, very obviously glancing at his crotch in a way that implied everything I was hinting at.
I again left him, likely hard and bewildered.
I put on the garter belt and mocha-coloured stockings, no panties, no bra, and donned the first dress… a red cocktail one.
I called out, “Honey, can you come and tell me what you think?”
A minute later he walked into my room and said, “Wow!”
“Wow, good?” I asked, posing sexily.
“Wow, amazing,” he answered.
“Well, I do like your reaction,” I said.
“You’ll likely get hit on all night if you wear that,” he said.
“Will I distract from the bride?” I asked.
“Likely,” he nodded.
“Hmmmmm,” I said. I walked over to him and turned around. “Unzip me, please.”
“Sure,” he said.
Once he had, I let the dress drop right in front of him, revealing I was totally naked other than the garter belt and stockings.
Acting casual, I grabbed a box of Saxx underwear from my bed, turned around so he’d get to see my tits and shaved pussy, while acting like my nudity wasn’t out of the ordinary at all, “Here, I bought you some big boy underwear.”
“T-t-thanks,” he stammered, as the box bounced off his hands and fell to the floor. For some reason his attention was focused elsewhere — fancy that!
I walked over to him, dropped down and picked it up.
I said, pausing for a moment before him, his cock poking against his shorts, “Try them on. I want to know if I got the right size.”
“Um, okay,” he said, as I stood up and handed them to him.
He turned to leave but I said, as I went to my bed to grab the second dress, “Change right here. I’ll need your help with this next dress.”
“Ah, okay,” he said, trying to figure out what was happening. This encounter was, I had to imagine, more surreal than his wildest fantasies about me.
“I’ve seen you naked before,” I pointed out.
“Long time ago,” he said, still not getting undressed.
“Actually, just a few days ago,” I corrected, as I turned around and walked back to him, still pretty much naked.
“What? When?” he asked, as I reached him and tugged at the button on his shorts.
“I saw you pleasuring yourself on my bed,” I explained.
“Y-y-you did?” he stammered.
“I also heard what you were imagining while you did,” I added, unzipping his shorts.
“Y-y-you did?” he repeated.
“It was quite shocking to hear you talk to your mother in such a filthy way,” I said, “even though you didn’t know I was listening,” as I tugged his shorts down.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” he weakly got out, even as he let out a groan.
“These tightie whities have got to go,” I said, pulling them down in one quick yank. Thereby releasing his hard-on. Sproing!
“Oh, God,” he moaned.
“Shit,” I said, admiring his big, fat cock. “This prime cut of meat is even bigger up close and personal! No wonder Abby wanted it in her ass so badly.”
I wanted to grab his cock.
I wanted to devour his cock.
Yet I was enjoying the foreplay.
And I wanted him to take control.