These were Victoria Secret’s style underclothes she was wearing. She danced freely in a purple bra, lace, and mostly see-though. I could see the curve of her breasts half-cupped, half-exposed in that lavender form, and her large areolas were visible through the front lace, as she turned and moved. The cups held the breasts firmly, but the movement was mesmerizing.
The only other piece of “clothing” she had on was a pair of hot pink, lace panties, a cross between “boy shorts” and a “thong,” in that they hugged her waist like boy shorts, but tailed into a thong between her cheeks. I did not know whether to watch her breasts as she moved, or her thighs, hips, and ass bend and weave to the music. They were equally tantalizing to watch.
As I said, I froze. I watched her move, left , right, sway, half turn, left again, in such a seductive way. I had not ever viewed her as a female like that before, and it took her barely dressed to show me the truth. Her eyes were closed as she danced, but after the first 10-15 seconds, it seemed she upped the game, making more seductive moves, more bending, more grinding, more ass extension. I thought I thought I saw a change to her expression, but my focus was not on her face, so I am not sure.
I have no idea how long I stood there watching, but only for the remaining duration of that song. As that song ended, I realized that I had been staring, and was fully aroused, and had to act. I retreated back, went to the back door, slammed it really hard, turned down the TV, and called out, “Hey, is that you, Paula?”.
I heard a light giggle, and her door close quietly. “Oh yes, it’s me. I’m right here,” she said.
I walked past her door, heart thumping, and went to my bedroom, where I commenced to change clothes and within a minute, or possibly even less, masturbated myself to an exploding climax.
As I was catching my breath, I thought to myself, “I just came to thoughts of my step-daughter!” It was then that I realized she was a sexy woman now, and now I don’t know how to feel.
I certainly enjoyed the view. I started thinking back on all those walk-in “interruptions” and the window movements. And if she really did change her dance moves to be more provocative for me.
That night, at dinner, she was in a good mood, and seemed to be more active, but I had just started noticing her body’s movements a few hours ago, so I have no idea if that was normal or not.
The last few days have been a bit hectic and hard to explain. I am as randy as I have ever been. Jeri is enjoying the shit out of my extra attentions, but she’s getting tired. Twice in the past 2 weeks she has told me “Not tonight” and I’ve not just waited until she went to bed, but actively masturbated in front of her while Paula is in her room just down the hall. She’s given me a really weird look, but hasn’t said anything other than whispering, “Paula is in her room!” when I didn’t stop, she’d pretend not to watch, but I caught her looking a few times. I had never done that at home before, just like when on long road trips or something. The second time, I finished, and she just said “Kleenex are on the end table.”