"But why? I thought we were going to do girl things on my break."
My mom held her hands in her lap. "I know I wanted to spend time with you, Grace, but something came up. I met someone."
Here we go again. My stepdad, Wyatt, was my mom's third husband. They got divorced after only being married for two years. She was no doubt already pursuing a fourth husband.
"So where is he taking you?" I asked.
My mom couldn't hide her smile. "France! Three glorious months in France. I'm finally going to Paris, Grace."
It was always a dream of hers to marry a rich man who could fly her to France at the drop of a hat.
"I'm happy for you Mom, really I am." I read the ticket more closely and it said: Departing May 23rd. That was today. "Wait? I have to go today?"
My mom nodded. "Actually we need to get you to the airport right now. That's why I wanted you to leave your stuff in your car."
There wasn't really anything I could do. A few years ago, I would've thrown a temper tantrum to try and get my way. But I knew it was futile. There wouldn't be any way to change her mind.
I was off to see Wyatt whether I liked it or not.
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The plane ride was about four hours long. I was seated in the middle between two fat guys that took up so much space that I felt suffocated the entire trip. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my mind off of the terrible plane ride.
I hadn't seen Wyatt since my parents got divorced which was a few years ago. He was definitely the most attractive out of my mom's husbands. There was just one little problem I had: whenever I was around him, I couldn't help but touch myself. During the first couple months of their marriage, I thought it was just a simple crush.
But as time went on, I realized that it was something more. I had to touch myself constantly, two to four times a day depending on how often I ran into Wyatt. It was so much that I had to start avoiding Wyatt just to get through the day like a normal girl.
Once they got divorced, I was kind of relieved. I missed his sexiness around the house but I finally had my life back. I wasn't trapped in my room, masturbating to the thought of Wyatt anymore. I could live my life again.
Now I was going back to him. But I was different now; more grown up, more experienced. I wouldn't be paralyzed around him like before. Right?
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The plane landed and I burst out of my seat and off the plane to get a breath of fresh air. Any longer in there and I would've been blowing chunks into a puke bag. I went down to baggage claim and picked up my luggage. When I exited the airport, the bright sun warmed up my body. The weather was a perfect seventy-five degrees out. Only a few clouds to obscure a beautiful blue sky. I popped my sunglasses on and that's when I saw him.
Wyatt was crossing the street and walking towards me. He was dressed in a nice gray suit with a black tie. That meant he had just come from the office. His dark skin glistened in the sun and I had a flashback of him with his shirt off, mowing the lawn outside my bedroom window. I spent many a mornings watching him do sweaty yard work.
Wyatt spotted me and smiled. He ran over and gave me a big hug. "It's been a long time, Grace."
"It's nice to see you."
"Now let me get a look at you." He let go of me and backed away. His eyes moved up my long legs, past my skirt, stopped briefly on my large breasts, and finally reached my face. "You've really grown into a beautiful woman."
Redness flushed my cheeks. A warmness grew between my thighs. It was already beginning. "Thank you."
He grabbed my hand and a spark of electricity jolted between us. "After that long plane ride, I bet your dying to get home." He grabbed my suitcase with his other hand and walked me over to his car.
"Is this new?" I asked, running my fingers along the white Audi.
"Just got it a couple months ago. Do you like?"
"It's really nice." I opened the passenger door and sat down inside. The leather seats were so comfortable and all the controls looked like they were from the future.
On the drive home, Wyatt talked to me but I couldn't focus. The warmness between my thighs had grown into a soaking wetness. This was just how it was when he was married to my mom. I tried to think about anything else but whenever I closed my eyes the image of his naked body popped into my head.
I closed my legs tightly together, hoping that it would contain my wetness. I didn't want to make a mess all over his nice leather seats. I needed to touch myself so badly. The urges were unbearable. My hand slowly drifted down to my lap and it took all the willpower I had to pull my hand away. I couldn't masturbate right next to Wyatt!