Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 5

This time, I found myself stepping out from behind the curtain in my room, dancing there in my small sleep. shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him still poking around his desk, but suddenly, as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards my window.

And right then, all I could think about was how good he’d feel; how amazing I knew he’d make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip as I swing my body to the music.

I knew his wife could be in the sitting room probably watching a movie, or waiting for him to bring whatever he’s looking for, I knew my own parents were downstairs of my own house, my younger brother in his own room on the other side of the house. But apart from them, it was just the two of us, twenty-five feet across the way from each other.

I brought my hands up to my shirt, slowly running my hand across my chest, up to my neck as I close my eyes, pretending to be in my own world as I tried to ignore the thought of him watching me.

I closed my eyes as i reveled in the sensation i was feeling as i grabbed my small breast and gave it a tug, feeling my small nipples harden. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and then as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.

I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one, and then another, and another of the buttons; slowly moving down my slender body as I undid more and more.

I turned my back towards him, whining slowly to the soft music as I caressed my neck, down to my chest and my ass.

My stepuncle’s face looked red and his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glance quickly at the door to the room he’s currently in, and then the window at the downstairs window, where my parents were in the living room below me watching a movie.

I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there illuminated by the soft light in my bedroom.

I watched him walk over to the door of the bedroom he was currently in and heard him lock the door, giving him the privacy he needed to see more of my young body.

I didn’t have all the curves and big breasts like some girls of my age, yet I have seen the way he hungrily looked at my small cleavage. The way his eyes darken when he saw me bent forward, my young pussy fully exposed for him to see In his kitchen.

And as I slowly bared my body to him, my hand roamed around my soft flesh, my thumb caressing my hard nipples, feeling it hard as rock, my body hum knowing fully well he’s watching me and i have effect on him just as much as he does to me.

And the fact that he just didn’t seem to care if I did had my young pussy throbbing with heat.

I made my final move. I turned towards him, my small breasts and harden nipples, right out in the open for him as I took a deep breath and drew my eyes right up to his.

He may have pretended before. Maybe he’d felt awkward with our meeting earlier in his kitchen. But here he’s watching me. And when our eyes met, he didn’t dart away or hide. He didn’t even move his hand away from the bulge in his jeans. Instead, his eyes just flashed fire at me.

I wanted this; I wanted to show him every part of me. I want him to memorize every part of my small body.