Sticking my head around the door, I'm not surprised to see Mac wide awake. "Mac, I'll be out for a bit," I say. Barely resisting the temptation to check if that bulge is still there, I tell him that I'll be back in an hour. After his assurance that he isn't going anywhere, delivered with a sour look, I'm off to see Stefanie.
What I don't tell him is that I'm going to borrow one of her nurse uniforms, one that will be several sizes too small, which means that it will hug me tight enough to make it look like my breasts are about to send the buttons flying through the air. Nor do I see a need to inform him that I will also drop by Christie's, the place to go shopping if top quality lingerie is your kink; it is mine.
"Who is the lucky guy?" is the first thing Stefanie throws at me, in typical Stefanie-style.
Mac! I almost blurt out. Almost. Instead, I just grin like a fool and give her a hug.
"Look at you, girl," Stefanie says, studying me like I'm a lab animal. "You are positively beaming and head-in-over-heels." It is easy to see how happy she is for me. She has been trying to hook me up with a "guy worthy of you" for ages, and has probably lost sleep over my lack of a love life.
"Actually," I say, "with the job market being what it is, I decided to just seduce my future employer and work my way to the top by capitalizing on my assets. Hey, beats changing sheets and all that other hard work, right?"
Shaking her head in disbelief, Stefanie gives me her most disappointed look. The one that says, "How can you shut your best friend ever out like this?"
When I leave her apartment a good half-hour later, she has grilled me thoroughly but to no avail. Refusing to let me go until I've spilled the beans, we reached a compromise by me swearing out loud, on all that is sacred to me, that she'll be the first to hear the name of the mystery man who is making me glow. "Not to mention blush like a girl with her first crush," Stefanie was happy to point out.
My next stop brings the reality of what I've set out to do brutally home. Brutal enough to come to a pause when my fingers brush the silk garter belt and matching stockings that I'm dying to wear for Mac.White like my uniform, my pussy spasms at the thought of presenting myself in it like an exclusive present. All his, and his alone.
Lost in thought, my heart rate picks up a notch and my pink snatch leaks that much harder as I picture myself casually entering Mac's bedroom, dressed up in a uniform that is criminally tight and too short, leaving my bare breasts bouncing and doing nothing to hide my long legs. The stockings and garter belt make me feel sexy and confident, as do the high heels that no nurse would ever wear on the job.
His green eyes are on me as I stride over to his side as if nothing is out of the ordinary, burning with the same intensity that I saw earlier, and my heart is beating out of control. Rocking my hips, I watch the effect I have on my own stepbrother as I watch the bulge underneath the sheet grow fast, not stopping until it stands up at its full strength. Stirring in the same way that my wet pussy spasms powerfully.
"Sir, are you ready for your nurse to rubyou clean?" I ask with a coolness that stands in stark contrast to the wild beating of my heart.
With a voice that is pure gravel, nailing me mercilessly without restraint or even a hint of shame, Mac tells me he is.
He is even shameless enough to ask me if I'm not going to take my uniform off after I return from the en suite bathroom with the washing supplies I need. "It would be a shame to get that uniform wetter than it already is," he says. Breathing in deeply through his nose, his eyes closed, he openly takes in the scent of my sex that hangs around me.
My voice is hoarse and carries a tremble that echoes my pounding heart and the growing fire b
etween my legs when I tell him how thoughtful he is. Walking over to the French doors that overlook the garden, my back to him, I try to keep my trembling legs steady as I stand with them slightly apart. Bathing in the sunlight, I undo first one button and then another. I'm sweating, and since I'm not wearing any panties my juices are freely running down my inner thigh.
By the time I've reached the final button, Mac's heavy breathing hits my eardrums in a steady rhythm, each deep breath sending an excited shiver down my spine. He sounds like a powerful animal sneaking up behind me, ready to jump me and have his way; ready to devour the woman who pulls her uniform open with trembling hands.
Dizzy and lightheaded, I let the uniform slide over my bare shoulders, down to only a garter belt, stockings and high heels. Running my hands through my hair, I sway my hips, slowly, as if I'd done it a million times before. Every cell of my being is alive and humming. Turned on. Horny as if I took a triple Horny Pill. Placing one hand on my hip, I part my legs a little wider and I hear Mac's breath stall.
The searing heat between my legs is so bad now that my aching pink snatch is spasming and leaking out of control. Still swaying my hips, I bite my lower lip as I slide my free hand down my flat belly to my sex, and a deep lustful moan escapes when I touch my throbbing clit. Rubbing my pleasure organ, I throw my head back and close my eyes, my heavy breathing mixing with Mac's.
"Amelia," Mac finally says with a voice that is raw and deep, its timbre telling me all I need to know.
Turning around, I'm met by his predatory look and the pole that makes the sheet stand up. My whole body wants to run to him, but I'm not done yet with my teasing act. Cupping my breasts, I lift one breast up and run my tongue over the stiff nipple, my eyes locked with Mac's. His square jaw instantly tenses and his cock stirs under the sheet.
"Are you going to use that tongue too to clean me up, nurse?" Mac says. But it isn't phrased as a question, it comes out as a command that sends a wave of warmth from my belly down to the pussy that I want to impale all the way down to the root of the pole that keeps stirring.