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Ch. 5: Preview #3
🕑 Added 2024-05-24 23:35:33 +0000 UTCStill a bit left to go in Chapter 5, and I'll add a couple more renders too, but here's another preview.
“Know what?” she said as a peace offering, rising, “I could use a drink. You? How ‘bout some wine?”
Theo gawped as Jen’s startling long strides swept by; her toned-as-fuck legs and unignorable ass. As her maturely-dressed, spectacular figure strutted toward the cupboards, he was doing that thing again where he just stood there and … stared …
“Where d’you keep the booze?” she called, his eyes still trailing her.
“I, uh … c-center cabinet, above the stove,” he said distractedly. Wait, did she say booze?
“Aha!” She was already rooting around up there, weighing the options. He crept forward, mentally scolding her that she was only eighteen, three years too young to drink … but somehow the words never left his mouth as he drew nearer to the astonishing specimen that was his daughter. Fucking hell but she looked shapely as she leaned on the counter, her legs and ass really coming alive…
She spared him a cheeky grin that made him blush as she tried opening her chosen bottle. Her inexperience with a corkscrew betrayed her youth, but everything else about her screamed maturity: the fine clothes, the jewelry, the striking lip gloss and eyeliner; the deep, womanly timbre to her voice; the easy, confident grace with which she carried her immensely tall, fully-developed figure …
He was so caught up in it, he didn’t even notice her fetching the wine glasses until she put one in his hand. The red-haired beauty poured generously into her own glass first, then—
Oh, um … “N-No,” he said, jerking his glass back sheepishly.
Jen gave a quizzical look.
“I …” He needed every ounce of his wits to stand up to her – not to mention resisting his increasingly impure desires. Getting drunk would be a disaster! “I shouldn’t. N-No thanks!”
That kinda shocked Jen. What better way to relieve all his stress and get off on a better foot with her? Plus he wasn’t exactly seeming very ‘grown up’ at the moment. A glass of wine in his hand could only help with that …
She offered it a second time, but he jerked away like it was poison. “OK, suit yourself,” she laughed, her nose scrunching. “Lil’ guy.”
Something about her tone seemed extra condescending now. He couldn’t quite place it but it unsettled him greatly. He was further confounded as the supposedly inexperienced teenager held her glass up to the light, swirled it as if inspecting the legs, gave a studious sniff, then parted her plush lips to take a assaying sip. “Mmmm. Damn, that’s good.”
Was she just mimicking something she’d seen on TV? When had she even tasted wine before? Christ, but she seemed like a seasoned connoisseur, every bit as refined and mature as the rest of her.
Gulp That ass of hers, high as his shoulders, drew his gaze like a magnet as it swept by. His eyes boggled as, after another sip, she set down her glass and propped her high heeled shoe on a stool.
Imagine the mindfuck: her raised knee nearly came up to the top of his head. Her thigh, a gigantic slab of muscle contending in size with his entire torso. Her calf, not much smaller.
“What?” she laughed, bemused by his sudden alarm. “Just takin’ my shoes off. How’s a girl s’posed to relax in these?” She eyed him curiously. “Would’a thought you’d be relieved – won’t have to strain your neck so much now.” Winked.
Theo stiffened, blushed, and kept as far away as he could …
“Ugh,” she grunted, the back zipper catching partway down. She gave some serious tugs, her triceps dancing. “It’s stuck, and I can’t… Rrfff, I can’t get in there.” Indeed, she could barely get her fingertips under the cuff. Her gaze lifted to him, brightening. “Hey, you, bring those little hands over here.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. … Oh, c’mon, teammate, with how up close and personal we got the other day, this should be nothin’.”
He was not, and never would be used to it. His throat constricted as he shuffled forth, her leg an archway he could easily pass beneath, her skirt hiked up scandalously far …
“Um, teammate?” she quipped amusedly. “The shoe’s down there.”
He’d literally just been standing there gaping at her bare leg-flesh from inches away. There was so much of it! There—Jesus, FOCUS man. His now-trembling arms reached for the shoe, which itself was big beyond comprehension. He felt like a workshop elf trying to repair a giant’s shoe, tugging nervously at the fringes while avoiding body contact at all costs.
A quick snort preceded an ungentle shove on his neck. “Get in there,” her voice rained down on him. “Don’t be shy.”
His forehead dampened with sweat as he was now underneath her leg – all of him. With no other choice, his clammy index finger took the plunge and slid between her warm ankle and the shoe. It didn’t help that he found high heels so breathtaking. And his daughter happened to have verrrry good taste in that regard.
“Talk to me, bud. What’s it stuck on?”
“The … um …” His focus was waning, as he pondered how the spike heel alone could possibly be nearly the full length of his forearm. “It’s …There’s … a-a little flap of leather … caught … on the, uh … i-inside.”
“Yeah? Can you get it?”
He sure tried; gave it his best for a good fifteen seconds. When he gave up and looked upward, Jen’s mouth was set in sort of a permanent ‘Awwww.’
“What?” he defended.
“You’re so cute.”
Cute!? “But it’s stuck. I can’t--”
“I know. Stay clear. I guess we gotta take the nuclear option.”
Her arms looped around him and fingertips of both hands tucked under the top edge of the shoe. As forearms exploded on either side of him, she gave a savage grunt and—
Oh fuck me. The leather deformed right before his eyes. Fraying and stretching beyond recovery with a series of loud tearing sounds in a way he didn’t even think was possible. Now there was enough room for her big fingers to grab the inner flap and resoundingly free the zipper.
“Sucks,” Jen lamented, tossing the removed boot aside. “Really liked those.” Maybe it was the wine hitting her, but she felt no hesitation leaning on him for balance as she stepped down and switched legs.
Zip! Easy peasy. She tossed Boot Two aside, officially entering chill mode now as she slung an arm amicably across her partner’s back and indulged in another big sip of wine. “Thanks bud.” She grinned down at him. “Hey! This is better, huh?”
His eyes shot open wide. “What?! No—I-I don’t know what you—!!”
Ohmigod – his face was right at her tits now! She suddenly realized that must be all he could see -- and he was blushing like a schoolboy being caught out by his teacher!
She erupted in laughter; couldn’t help it. “I didn’t mean thaaaat.” She gave him a few more inches to retreat. Which he took, instantly. “I mean you don’t gotta break your neck to look up at me now! Or I guess not as much.” She snorted. “Shorty.”
Her impish wink, her refusal to uncoil her arm from his shoulders, her topping off her wine again and giving another looong sip … it made Theo really start to worry which way her increasing tipsiness would work for him: for or against.
Jen snatched the pen, paper, and something to write on as she steered her teammate along toward the living room. She had a pleasant buzz goin’, feelin’ relaxed and in charge; and although this lil’ guy wasn’t Amir, he could still be a lotta fun to have around, in the right setting.
“TV,” she said. “Unwind. Watch what you like.” When she felt him try to turn toward the couch, she coaxed him down to the floor instead. “Nah. There’s good.” She smirked, jostling him a bit. “So I can keep my eye on ya.”
Lol! His eyes got big again, but he did as she said. She snickered a little, taking her privileged seat on the couch and crossing one long leg over the other, perched the crystal wine glass delicately in her hand between sips. And all the awkward little guy could do was gawp at her from the floor. Ohhh yeah: he was definitely feeling the effect she intended.
