Chapter 1: Introduction
Alison sighed as she slammed the office door, the echoing click of it locking behind her like a period at the end of her long, exhausting day. She dumped the stack of files on her desk, glancing up a moment later at her stepdaughter, Abby, leaning against the doorframe in her standard outfit of denim cutoffs and a tank top.
"Hey, Alison." Abby crossed her toned arms, revealing the beginnings of a tan line over the crease of her pert little breasts, and quirked a brow up expectantly.
"You're home early," she stated with a smirk playing at the edges of her plump, kissable lips. Alison's breath caught in her throat as her eyes traveled over her stepdaughter's slender form, zeroing in on the flat stomach and the inviting expanse of toned thigh below the hem of the shorts.
"Yeah, I'm done for the day." Alison bit back the urge to confess that she'd left work early, unable to handle the tension any longer.
The way her assistant had been batting her lashes at her, the way she'd leaned over Alison's desk just a little too long to pick up the files, the way her hand had brushed against Alison's as she handed them over. She shook her head, dispelling the thoughts, and instead focused on Abby.
"What are you doing home so early?" she asked, watching as Abby sauntered further into the room. She couldn't help but appreciate the sway of her hips, the curve of her ass.
Alison's hand twitched, yearning to reach out and take hold of the smooth skin of her stepdaughter's ass. She wondered what it would taste like, what it would feel like as she rubbed her tongue over each plump inch. The thought made her breathing hitch, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from groaning aloud.
"Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna take a shower?" Alison finally asked, the embarrassed blush on her cheeks overflowing into a smirk.
"Yeah, sure." Abby chuckled at her stepmother's awkwardness, her eyes never leaving the older woman's body as it curved into a playful pose. "I was just going to anyway."
"Really?" Alison stepped closer, looking Abby in the eyes. "Then why don't you let me watch?" Alison joked, but really was serious.
She wanted to watch Abby shower. The idea turned her on immensely and she felt her pussy growing warm and wet.
Abby raised an eyebrow at Alison playfully, before she shrugged and grinned.
"You're funny." Abby said, laughing as she strutted towards the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively. Alison's breath hitched as she watched the full moon of Abby's ass round over her jeans before disappearing behind the closed bathroom door.
Taking a deep breath, Alison pushed her trembling hands through her long hair, trying to conquer the wave of heat that flowed through her veins. She felt a surge of desire, her body aching for Abby's touch.
"I wonder if you would watch if I knew you were serious." Abby said teasingly, with a smirk looking her step mother over from head to toe.
" Maybe I am," Alison replied, before she paused and added with a grin, "Why not?"
The bathroom door opened slightly, and Abby stuck her head out, peering at Alison mischievously. "Are you serious?" she asked and continued, "I may be in here a little longer than usual, I gotta shave some things, pits, legs, you know, my..." Abby said, trailing off, now in full play mode, seducing her prey.
"I'm serious." Alison admitted, face now blushed but clerly now aroused. She was also turned on by possibly seeing Abby shave her body. She was always turned on by women shaving. She thought she had a mild hair fetish, she was ready to find out it was anything but mild.
"You really want to watch?"
Abby's voice was barely above a whisper, but it resonated through Alison's body. She couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation running down her spine.
"Yes," Alison breathed out, her voice cracking as she answered. She knew this was wrong and she didn't care. She wanted to see Abby's naked body, she wanted to watch her shave every inch of her golden skin. She wanted to know what it felt like to be the object of such passionate desire.
"You didn't finish telling me what else you were going to shave." Alison said, biting her lip awaiting Abby's response. She was going to have her mind blown.
"Oh, my pussy, but that's not all." Abby teased, her voice dripping with innuendo.
"Oh, you silly girl, what's left after all those other places on your body you mentioned." Alison teased back with a wry grin.
Abby laughed, pushing the door open and gesturing for Alison to come in. "How about I show you?" she suggested.
Alison's heart skipped a beat as she stepped into the bathroom, the steam already thick and heavy in the air. Abby was standing in front of the vanity, her back towards Alison as she reached up to twist her hair up into a messy bun. The muscles in her arms rippled and flexed, drawing Alison's attention to the smooth, golden skin of her shoulders.
Abby turned towards Alison, catching her gaze in the mirror as she met her eyes. "You're really going to watch?" she repeated, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, but Alison could see the spark of excitement in her eyes.
It was then Alison noticed that on the vanity was several shaving supplies, razors, scissors, shaving cream and a charged up cordless clippers. Why was all that there, she wondered?
"Well, I'm kind of shocked now, what exactly am I going to be watching?" Alison asked, a slight tremor in her voice as she stepped closer to Abby.
Abby's eyes twinkled with mischief as she turned to face Alison, her arms loose by her sides. "I'm going to shave everything off, head to toe. I want to feel completely smooth," she answered, biting her lower lip as she watched Alison's face for a reaction.
Alison's eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. The thought of watching Abby shave every inch of her body was simultaneously terrifying and incredibly arousing.
"What do you mean by everything?" Alison asked, playing dumb. "Your head?"