Chapter 3 Arousal and Desire

I kissed her neck, and for a moment, I couldn't even comprehend how it had happened. How did I get the courage to do something like that?

My heart was racing, and as the realization of what I had just done hit me, I glanced up at her face. She hadn't pulled away. She didn't say no. 

She didn't say anything at all. Her eyes were still on the screen, watching the video as if nothing had changed, but I could feel the air between us shift. The silence spoke volumes. 

She wasn't stopping me. That gave me a surge of confidence, and before I could think twice, I leaned in again, this time with more intent.

My lips pressed against her neck, more firmly than before, lingering longer. The warmth of her skin, the softness-it was intoxicating. 

My heart pounded harder, and this time I didn't hold back. There was no hesitation.

As I pulled away from her neck, I glanced at her face. This time, her eyes were closed, and I could see it—she was enjoying it.

My heart was pounding out of control, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

To my shock and thrill, she kissed me back. Her lips were soft, warm, and gentle, and in that moment, it felt like my wildest dream had come true.

I couldn't believe it—after all those nights imagining this moment, here I was, actually kissing her. And she was a good kisser, her lips moving in sync with mine. It was almost unreal. 

I pulled away from her lips for a second and kissed her neck again, savoring the sensation.

Her hands found their way into my hair, gently gripping, and her eyes remained closed as she gave in to the moment. 

It felt perfect, like something out of a fantasy.

I couldn't control myself anymore. My hands moved almost on their own, pulling her bra aside to reveal one of her breasts. 

It was bigger than I'd ever imagined, and in that moment, I knew my dream had truly come to life. 

I leaned in and started sucking on it wildly, feeling her soft skin in my mouth, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Her fingers tangled deeper into my hair, and I glanced up at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep red, and her eyes remained closed, lost in the moment. 

I felt a surge of confidence as I bit down gently on her breast, causing her to let out a small gasp. 

I kissed her neck again, feeling her respond, her body tensing under my touch. She was going wild, and I couldn't get enough. I went back to her breast, sucking on it with a hunger I didn't know I had. It was everything I had ever fantasized about, and more.I wanted more. I reached for the other one, desperate to feel it, to taste it, but her bra was so tight that I struggled to undo it. 

My fingers fumbled, frustration building inside me. She must've sensed it because, without a word, she leaned in and helped me. 

With a quick motion, she removed her bra, and suddenly, both of her breasts were right there in front of me, bare and exposed.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing—they were so big, so bouncy, even better than I had imagined. Without wasting a second, I leaned in and sucked on one, then the other, taking turns, my lips and tongue exploring every inch. 

Her soft moans filled the room, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. She was enjoying it, and I could feel her pleasure in the way her body moved beneath me, the way her fingers gripped my hair tighter.

With the thrill of the moment consuming me, I pushed one hand beneath her panties, my fingers eagerly seeking what lay hidden. 

She moaned softly as his entered there.

As my hand explored, I encountered the soft texture of her pubic hair, a tantalizing barrier that I struggled to bypass. 

Despite my efforts to reach further, my fingers could only graze the outer edges, leaving me yearning for more.

Meanwhile, my other hand continued to press and caress her breast, its warmth and softness fueling my desire. My lips stayed busy, trailing kisses along her neck, savoring the delicate taste of her skin. 

The combination of sensations—the intimate touch of her pubic hair, the gentle pressure of my hand on her breast, and the sweetness of my kisses—created a heady mix of pleasure and frustration. 

Each touch, each kiss intensified the connection between us, making the experience all the more electrifying.

The intensity of the moment heightened every sensation. 

I could feel my arousal pressing against the fabric of my pants, its hardness making contact with her body. The sensation of her warmth and the friction against me only amplified my desire, making the longing almost unbearable.

With every movement, the pressure of my arousal against her became more evident, intensifying my need. I couldn't help but wish for her touch to relieve the overwhelming tension. 

The combination of her body against mine and the desperate need for release created an electrifying, almost unbearable anticipation.

Lost in the moment, I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. My pulse quickened-not from

excitement, but from the realization that her daughter, about my age, might walk in at any moment.

I quickly pulled back, pretending nothing had happened, my heart still racing from the closeness just

seconds ago.

She straightened up quickly as she fixed her night gown and her bra as quickly as possible and just after some seconds as her daughter entered the room, her expression composed, acting like everything was normal only her berathing was quite quick. 

"Hey, Mom, just wanted to say goodnight," she said, her voice casual and cool.

"Goodnight, sweetie," her mom replied with a warm smile, though her eyes flicked toward me briefly, as if making sure I was on the same page.

For a moment, I thought her daughter would leave, but she lingered in the doorway, her demeanor

still calm. Then, in a softer voice, she added, "Actually ... the storm's kinda loud tonight... it's hard to sleep with all the noise."

Her mom's expression softened. "You want to sleep with me tonight?"

There was a small pause, and her daughter nodded, this time quieter, the hint of her fear showing

only to her mom. "Yeah ... just for tonight."

Her mom smiled gently, like she understood without her daughter needing to say more. "Of course,

sweetie."

I let out a quiet sigh, realizing that any chance of continuing where we left off had disappeared.

"Well," I said, standing up and rubling the back of my neck, "I should probably head to my room, then."

She gave me a knowing look, but her smile was soft. "Goodnight."

With that, I made my way back to the guest room,

The moment had passed, and I made my way to the guest room, still in shock.

What had just happened? Did I really just make out with her? My heart was racing, pounding in my chest as I replayed everything over and over in my mind.

I couldn't believe how close I had come to realizing my wildest dream.

The warmth of her body still lingered in my hands, and I could almost feel her soft skin pressed against me.

I wanted to be with her again, to rest my head on her chest and let the world melt away. Every breath I took felt heavy with desire, and I couldn't shake the images from my mind.

Lying in the guest bed, my thoughts spiraled. What if things had gone further? What if…? But as much as I tried to make sense of it, the night seemed surreal.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and at some point, lost in the whirlwind of emotions, I drifted into sleep, her warmth and the memory of the moment still lingering in my dreams.