Then I hear the lock jostle free, and she opens the door.
She stands in the frame and my eyes travel the length of her body. She has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever fucking seen.
"You look," I manage to say, "stunning."
"You don't look half bad yourself," she grins.
"Shall we?" I ask, extending her my arm. She nods, and grabs it and together we head down to my car. It almost feels like a silly, old-fashioned gesture, but in the moment I'm compelled to do it.
As we slide into the car, Amy sits close to me. She reaches over and rests her hand on my thigh. I play it cool and make small talk, even though my cock is obviously thr
illed. I feel it leap in my pants.
"So, the Boat House?" I ask. "Have you been there before?"
"The view can't be beat," she replies. "A view of the lake—the history of it all—I love it."
"It's a good choice."
We make small talk, and before I know it, my driver is dropping us off and we're being led to a table with, as Amy mentioned, a clear view of the lake.
I immediately order us a bottle of wine, and as we sit, and sip from our glasses, I say, "So, tell me more about your business."
"What do you want to know?" she grins. "There's cameras and there's sex." She's testing me. Teasing me? "I don't need to explain to you what I used to do in front of a webcam, do I?"
"Maybe," I smile. The truth is, I want to hear every fucking detail.
"Well, sometimes" she grins, leaning into me with her tits, "I would use toys, and I'd fuck myself for hours."
"Hours?" I ask in disbelief.
"That's right," she confirms.
At this point, I have no idea if she's just trying to raise my blood pressure, but it's working. My cock is fucking harder than it's been all day.
"And what else?" I ask, pressing her further. Her tits look good enough to eat. I try not to stare, but honestly, they look tastier than anything on the Boathouse menu.
"You do realize that I'm your stepdaughter, right?" she teases with a smile.
Fuck, the way she says that makes my cock leap even more.
"Yeah, and?" I ask. And the truth is, I don't care. It fucking turns me on more.
"One time, in my early days, my Internet went out mid session, so I had a cable guy come out to see what the problem was. Within a few minutes, he had it turned on and as my screen went live again, I had an idea. I asked all of the men viewing if they wanted me to ask the service guy if he'd fuck me."
"And did you do it?" I ask, eager to know how the story pans out.
"I did. I started the bid at $1,000 and before I knew it, it was at $2,000, so I asked the technician to come in my room. I was nervous, of course—I had never done anything like that before, and I revealed what I was doing. Without a second's hesitation, he agreed, and before I knew it, I had his cock in my hands."
"Was it big?"
"I think what you're really asking," she says, sliding her hand up my leg and within inches of my own cock, "is if it was bigger than your cock."
I stare at her for a moment, our eyes locked. "And was it?" It's a question but it tumbles out of my mouth like a dare.
"I think we should go find out," she grins.
In no time, we find ourselves back in the car, riding toward my fucking place, Gracie Mansion, and I can hardly contain myself. I lean into Amy and brush my lips against her ear. Then, I move closer to her mouth and bring my lips to hers. She exhales sharply, like she's been waiting for this moment all night, and I bring one hand to her hair and grabbing it, I pull her head back and kiss her deeper than I've ever fucking kissed a woman before.