Step-By-Step(44)

“I…whoa…” he pushed Klara away. Then he looked at me. “What do you think?”

He was out of his mind with lust. I could tell by the glossy, intoxicated look in his eyes. “What do you want to do?” Dumb question.

“We could…go to her room…for a while.”

Klara clapped her hands together. “Oh, yes! You’ll have a good time. I like girls too.” She flashed a brilliant smile. “This will be my first fun night on this boring vacation.” She hauled herself out of the water and grabbed a towel. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to get started.”

Stephen touched my face. “If you don’t want to do this, we won’t.”

“But you do.”

He struggled with his desires; that much was evident by the torn, expectant expression etched into his handsome features. His eyes nearly pleaded with me to agree.

“I think we could both have a really good time.”

I tingled everywhere. The tone in his voice was deep and seductive, with the promise of some unnamed passion lurking, waiting to unleash itself. I had to trust him. He would protect me; I knew this for a fact. If I wasn’t comfortable with the evening, all I had to do was say so.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

We climbed out of the hot tub, and he threw his t-shirt on and grabbed a towel. Five minutes later, we were at Klara’s room.

“My father’s next door. He won’t disturb us.” Leading the way, she bade us to enter. “Come in.” Her look was exuberant and happy. “Would you like some wine? I stole a bottle from him earlier.”

“Uh, yeah,” said Stephen. “That’d be great.”

She closed the door behind us. “I’ll open it.”

Her room looked like ours with white tiled floors, bleached whicker furniture, ceiling fans, and a large patio facing the marina. With skill, she unscrewed the cork and pulled it out of the bottle with a pop. Then she poured the golden fluid into three glasses.

“Here you are.”

“Thanks,” said Stephen.

We sat on a long whicker sofa decorated with huge, pink, green, and peach patterned pillows. She turned on a small radio, and reggae played softly. To my surprise, she sat next to Stephen and stared at him hungrily.

Her hand was on his thigh. “I’ve seen your cock. It looked very nice.”

I took a sip of wine and felt the heat of the fluid sliding down my throat, pooling in my tummy. Stephen didn’t seem to mind where her hand was at all. He sat incredibly still, expectant and hopeful that this would escalate.

“We weren’t very discreet.”

“Is Emma your girlfriend?”

He shook his head. “She’s my stepdaughter.”

Klara’s mouth fell open. “Oooh, you’re a dirty man.” That statement sounded like a purr rather than a scolding. Her hand massaged his thigh, producing a noticeable effect in his shorts, which bulged. “I think American men are sexy. You look like a cowboy to me.”

Stephen flung his head back and roared with laughter. “That’s rich! Love it. I’ve never been called that before. I can think of some other choice words, but not cowboy.”

Her hand was now boldly beneath his pants. “I hope I get to see this soon. Emma is a lucky stepdaughter to get this big cock.”

I had thought that the prospect of sharing Stephen with anyone other than my mother would have left me disgusted and distraught. I had been wrong. Watching the effect this stranger had on him was a total turn on. It was almost as if I were touching and teasing him. She was practiced at the art of seduction, and I needed to observe carefully and learn. My bathing suit bottom was damp, anticipating the unknown and craving it.

Stephen leaned against the cushions. “If you want to see it, all you have to do is pull my shorts down.”

Her hazel eyes widened. “I will.” She tugged on the pants, lowering the garment and exposing his thick cock. “Oh, this is nice. It’s one of the biggest I’ve seen.”

I placed my glass on the coffee table and ran my hand up his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin t-shirt. “I guess I could share him. He doesn’t seem to mind.”

Stephen groaned. “You girls do what you want to me.”

Klara’s mouth closed around his penis, and she suckled it noisily. I lifted his t-shirt and kissed his chest, licking and biting gently on his nipples. Together we produced a myriad of groans and moans from him, which inspired me to join Klara and take a turn working the magnificent piece of meat between his legs. We sat on the tiled floor, sucking and licking his cock, mingling our saliva on the veined and throbbing object. Several times, our tongues connected, soft and wet, adding to my arousal.