Page 42 of Triple Threat

The nightie itself was almost as sheer as the panties –delicious. Roan was showing a bit of taste that even I could appreciate. I had imagined that he would have done something ridiculous and overblown, like he did everything. Maybe something lacy, frilly, or,gag,with bows. Maybe a Victorian baby-doll, a corset, some piece of fancy pants that I wouldn’t know the name of… but this, this was tasteful. Even in the monitor I could see the shadow of her nipples through the fabric. God, she had grown up, and filled out.

Oh Shady, my Shady.When we were teens in the foster home, I remembered touching her, hands resting on her hips, laying behind her, sliding my hand into that sultry dip in her side, feeling her shoulders and ribs. The way she had smelled then, how hard my cock would get when I didn’t have enough real confidence to fill a thimble; it was all bravado and faking it back then. Not anymore.

I remember that first kiss, how my nerves had wadded up in my stomach, and how close I had come to touching side boob and I laughed at myself now.Oh, how young me couldn’t have imagined how I would turn out. The places I had gone, the sights I had seen, and the women I’d fucked. And how, fuck all, I kept coming back to that skinny stubborn girl with that gorgeous neck and at that point, her all but non-existent tits. Those hadcertainlygrown in and I couldn’t get my mind off them.

Fuck, Shady, where have you been?I thought about how long I had searched for her, wondering where she went. I gave a sigh and poured another round of Botanical, gave it a swirl and a thoughtful sip. Then she got up and left the guest room.

Where are you going?I wondered, watching as she walked through several different camera fields and stopped in the living room. She wandered up to the dark window glass overlooking the bay, and I got up from the chair. I finished my gin in a final rushed gulp, which was a shameful way to treat such a finely crafted liquor, but the call of my Shady girl was too much to ignore, especially when she was so close. I walked to the front room, making silent strides, stopping short in the archway.

Her ass was amazing, the way the satin clung to it.

What had come after the Daughtons for her?I wondered, not for the first time.After Prissy and her perpetually drunk asshole husband, Dean?

I leaned against the arch frame and watched. This was better than watching her while she was asleep through the impersonal camera.Mm, this was so much better. I felt my cock twitch, tighten. I stepped closer, silently, until I could see my own reflection in the glass along with hers. I stood a few feet behind her on the lip of the stair at the edge of the living room, close enough to smell her – the shampoo Roan had provided her, the bodywash, and underneath it all? That scent that was all her.

“Hi, Shady,” I said, using the name I hadn’t thought of seriously in a long time.She jumped, her dark eyes fixing on mine in the glass.

I stepped down into the room and walked up behind her, the plush carpet absorbing the sound of my footsteps.

“Please stop calling me that,” she murmured.

“Not until you own it,” I said. Owning a name took the power away from it. The girls and other kids had used it as an insult, but I adored it.Shady Brooks.It reminded me of a peaceful, idyllic scene… capturing my imagination.

“Kyle,” she said. “We aren’t kids anymore. So, please,stop it.”

“You’re right, we’re not,” I said, pulling her dark hair away from her shoulder, exposing the magic spot on her neck. I hadn’t met a woman yet who didn't melt at a touch or a kiss there. She was no different, and I felt my heart as it jumped in my chest.This was really going to happen.I brushed my lips against her skin and felt her shudder and tense. I knew where that tension was going – right between her legs – and the thought aroused me. In our reflection, I could see her nipples stiffening under the sheer satin.

Fuck, Shady.

I could feel the flush from the alcohol in my face.

“Please, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice husky with repressed need.

“I have no intention of stopping,” I said. “I’ve waited too long for this.” My cock was completely hard and starting to ache. I kissed her neck, below her ear and down toward the point of her shoulder. “I’ve waited a long time for this, too long.”Shady, if you only knew how many times that I beat myself off thinking of you.She murmured something soft. It might have been don’t, but I could feel her starting to melt into me.

“Put your foot up on the ledge,” I said, gliding my hand down her back, cupping her buttock and then putting pressure on her thigh. She smelled delightful. She trembled with a moment of resistance and then lifted her leg.

Mmmm…

“Good girl, that’s my good girl,” I whispered, kissing her ear. I felt her shudder, and I saw a confused look in her reflection. Her cheeks were pink, and I could smell her sex, and when I rubbed my cock against her, she ground back just a little bit.My Shady, you were always shy.“Keep your leg right where it is.” I let my hands explore her, caressing her small breasts, feeling the slope of her chest, her hips. I eased the nightie straps off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts. I felt my breath draw in. “God,” I struggled to keep my composure, “you’re even more beautiful as a woman than you were as that skinny teen girl.”

I knew that I was nothing like the equally skinny shit that I’d been at that age. The nightgown slid down her body and pooled at her feet, forgotten on the ground. I traced my hands from her shoulders down to her hands, and wrapped mine over hers, fingers interlaced. The glass was cool when I put her hands against it. “Keep them there,” I whispered in her ear.

I saw another pale face reflected in the window, one with bushy eyebrows and a big nosy nose. I smirked.

“Think anybody’s out there, watching?” I asked. There was zero chance there would be anyone between this window and something like the five hundred yards to the coastline at the end of Bootlegger Head. I didn’t meet Roan’s eyes in the reflection; I could have, but not yet. That look on his face, though…

I felt a stab of resentment.Shady was mine.I realized in that moment, the fancy food, the quality of the lingerie, he was actually catchingfeelingsfor her.

“I don’t know,” she said in a voice that cracked.

“Well if they are,” I said, meeting Roan’s cold glower defiantly, “they’re going to get one hell of a show.” I slid my hand inside her sheer panties, feeling the heat between her legs and suppressing a groan of satisfaction. I teased her pussy, fingers between the lips, stroking her button. She was so wet, and I leaned into her bodily, trapping her between me and against the glass, feeling the friction as I ground my cock against her.

“This is happening,” I said, almost in disbelief, trying to convince myself. “I’ve got you Shady. And I’m never letting you go,” I promised. I clenched her panties and tugged hard on them, and I heard stitches pop, the fabric tearing. They didn’t come completely free like I really wanted them too, but they were normal panties, not any sort of tear-away garment. I switched sides and several tugs later, the material surrendered and she made a guttural noise. I held one of her hands against the glass as I undid my belt and let my slacks drop to the carpet. Roan was still glaring, his face chiseled out of stone, like some ancient British statue.

I was so ready for her, my cock aching and hard. I sought out the silky entrance between her legs.How many times had I jerked off thinking of this exact moment?How many escorts and rich married women had I closed my eyes with and imagined my awkward Shady taking my thrusts? I could feel her, her pussy wet, my cock dripping with desire. I rubbed against her a few times, savoring the moment, knowing that I would only get to have one first time with her.

I’m rushing this, fuck me, I’m rushing this.

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