It was strange being back in her childhood bedroom. Astrid had checked that her parents had gone out before bringing Jake up – making her feel like a naughty teenager. The room was still in a mess after Emma’s ransack two nights ago, and – to try to distract herself from what she was actually here to do with Jake – Astrid picked up a wooden chair off the floor and positioned it in front of her vanity table, then she started to pick up the clothes from the floor that Emma had tipped out of the drawers. She could feel Jake behind her, watching.
“We’ll clear up later, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s make a mess of the bedcovers first.”
She turned and smiled shyly at him. He threw her a cocky grin and beckoned her with his finger. She slunk over to join him and they kissed. There was something contagious about Jake and his powerful confidence that infected Astrid as he eased his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. She’d been strangely empowered by the gun lesson. Obviously she hoped she’d never need to use a weapon like that, but just firing it had been fun and thrilling.
Just being near Jake – and enjoying the attention he bestowed upon her – was boosting her confidence and self-belief. Jake was showing her how much fun life could be. Sex was fun too, she realized now. He was brave and cool, and she wanted not only to be with him, but to be like him too.
As the kiss grew in intensity, Jake leaned heavily into her, making her feel dominated. But she suddenly wanted to take the lead.
She pulled away and gazed at him with a straight face. “Sit down on the bed. I’ve got something for you.”
He frowned inquisitively. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Sit down and I’ll show you.”
“All right.” He sat on the edge of the bed, not taking his eyes off her. “I hope it’s your tight smooth little body. I can’t wait to be fucking you into a frenzy once again.”
“Oh really? Well, this time I get to say when that happens…”
He smiled, impressed. “Sounds good.”
He watched her, waiting to be entertained. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly unsure of herself, but then she remembered what her therapist had once told her. Fake it ‘til you make it. Obviously the context had been different, but the phrase was apt here. Astrid closed her eyes and pictured the sexiest stripper she could think of, then she allowed the image to possess her – to be her. Suddenly she wasn’t Astrid Lawrence – health-and-safety officer. She was Mistress Astrid – striptease artist and lap-dancer extraordinaire. She grinned with the thrill of it. This was like being a child again, remembering how to play. But in a much more adult situation.
She opened her eyes and realized Jake was still watching and waiting. She turned and grabbed her phone to find a song with a slow sensuous beat – inciting her inner-vixen. Then she stood tall and stepped close to where he was sitting – staying far enough away
so he could look but not touch.
Feeling his gaze sink into her body, she reached up and brushed her fingertips over her neck and collarbone, dropping her head back slightly and setting her face into a sultry expression. She glanced at him and tugged the hem of her shirt, lifting it to reveal her stomach as she ground and swayed her hips from side-to-side, then she moved her hands smoothly and lightly – touching herself in a way that felt good, and hopefully looked hot.
Moving in time with the alluring music, she undid the buttons of her shirt, slowly teasing each one open – making Jake stare, captivated – then she pulled her shirt back over her shoulders and reached up to run her fingers through her long hair. She posed like that for a moment, still swaying her hips. Pride soared through her sexually-charged body as she watched Jake frozen with his mouth open – clearly enjoying this visual foreplay.
She had him in the palm of her hand, and it felt fantastic.
“Jesus…” he whispered.
She gazed powerfully into his eyes as a wave of lust pulsed through her. He grinned as she removed her shirt completely and threw it at him. He caught it, then wrung the cotton material in his hands, clearly frustrated at not being able to join in.
“For your eyes only…” she purred.
Astrid pulled her skirt up to her ass, then turned around and swayed it temptingly in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder and winked, which made him chuckle with an impressed smile. Bending at the waist, she stuck her ass in the air, and ran her fingers down her leg to grab her ankle. Thankfully, her daily yoga routine had made her flexible, and she was very grateful for it now. This pose made her feel strong and in control. She knew she possessed his complete and utter attention…
She stood straight again and turned to face him, slowly removing her bra, and arching her back, emphasizing her feminine curves.
“Like it?” she asked, reaching up to fondle her breasts – making him desperate to touch her.
“Hell yeah.”
She strutted toward him – topless in her skirt and panties – and bent at the waist, leaning over him. He reached out for her and tried to kiss her on the lips, but she pulled away at the last second and chuckled. He laughed too, groaning with frustration.
She stepped away again, and peeled off her skirt, then she gazed into his eyes and slid her hand into her panties.
“I’m so horny,” she whispered.
“You are…”
She skimmed her fingers gently over her clit, which felt delightful, knowing her audience was captivated and dying to touch her too... She reached up her other hand to fondle her breasts, dropping back her head and enjoying the thrill of being watched masturbating.
“Do you want me?” she asked.