William paused for a moment, steadying himself. When he looked up, he saw Claire standing there, one hand on her hip, the other leaning against the doorframe, a playful smile on her face.
She was wearing a low-cut evening gown, and with her body leaning slightly to the side, one of her shoulder straps was slipping down, revealing even more of her chest. William's eyes were immediately drawn to the exposed part of her left breast, where he could see the lacy black bra underneath. The intricate design of the lace, along with the tantalizing glimpse of her soft breast, was incredibly alluring.
"Well, well… Mrs. Morgan…" William stammered.
"Mrs.? Do I really look that old?" Claire teased him with a sultry look, her voice dripping with mock disappointment.
She took a step forward, pushing the bathroom door closed behind her with a flick of her wrist.
"No, not old at all…" William stuttered, instinctively taking a step back until he was pressed against the wall.
"So, what should you call me?" Claire asked with a knowing smile, moving even closer to William. She was now directly in front of him, her body almost pressing against his, and one hand resting on the wall behind him. Her ample chest was nearly touching his, the soft curves just inches away from his pounding heart.
As William found himself face-to-face with her voluptuous chest, feeling the warmth of her breath on his skin, his blood began to boil. His breathing grew heavier.
"Claire…" William's voice was barely a whisper, his hands pressed against the wall behind him, his whole body tense. He was at a loss for what to do—he had just nearly taken advantage of her sister, and now the older sister was right in front of him. What could he possibly say?
"That's more like it. Now, tell me… Have you been thinking about me?" Claire's voice was silky smooth as she leaned in closer, her breasts now pressing firmly against his chest. Her lips were so close to his ear as she whispered.
"Yes…" William barely even thought before answering.
"What part of me have you been thinking about?" Claire continued, her warm breath tickling William's ear, sending shivers down his spine.
William's breathing quickened again, especially with the softness and warmth pressing against his chest. He couldn't help it—his body was reacting on its own, and the worry he'd felt earlier about what he'd done with Amelia was fading fast.
"All of you…" William replied, his voice thick with desire. His hand moved almost of its own accord, resting on Claire's slender waist. Compared to her sister, Claire's body was more voluptuous, softer in all the right places.
"Really?" Claire teased, her voice dripping with playful skepticism.
"Of course…" William said, his other hand now sliding down to cup her firm, round bottom. Even through the silky material of her gown, he could feel the outline of her panties, and the softness beneath his fingers was intoxicating.
His right hand, which had been resting on her waist, now began to move upward, tracing the curve of her body until it reached her chest. He let his hand slide under her bra, feeling the fullness of her breast.
As he squeezed her breast, William's blood boiled with renewed intensity. His body temperature rose, his breaths becoming heavier.
Claire didn't resist his touch—in fact, she leaned even closer, pressing her body fully against his. Her lips brushed against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "I've been thinking about you too, about that big cock of yours…" As she spoke, she reached down and grabbed his erection through his pants.
Feeling Claire's warm breath on his ear, and her hand gripping his hard cock, William's heart raced. His mouth went dry as he swallowed hard.
Claire's lips were now kissing his earlobe, occasionally licking it with her tongue. The sensation was like electricity running through him, especially with her increasingly heavy breathing. It made William feel like there were a thousand ants crawling all over his body.
"Claire, I want you… I need you…" William groaned, his voice barely controlled. He had completely forgotten that they were in a private room, with his aunt just outside.
With a low growl, William's right hand pulled down one of Claire's shoulder straps and slipped inside her bra, kneading her large breast.
Claire's body was on fire. William's rough touch made her itch with a need she hadn't felt in a long time. But instead of responding to his words, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "But your aunt is just outside, isn't she?"
William's body shuddered, his dazed eyes suddenly snapping back into focus. Right… My aunt is right outside. What if she finds out? What will I do?
"Do you still want me now?" Claire asked, her voice dripping with seduction. There was a sly glint in her eye, but her tone was soft and inviting. As she spoke, her tongue flicked across William's ear again, sending another shiver down his spine.
The fire inside William roared back to life. The feel of her warm, soft body pressed against his, and the fullness of her breasts in his hands, made it impossible to think clearly.
"Yes, I want you…" In the end, his desire won out over reason. She's too hot to pass up. Even if my aunt finds out, what's the worst that could happen? She'll just yell at me, right?
With a low growl, William wrapped his arms around Claire's waist and spun her around, pressing her against the wall. His lips crushed against hers, his tongue diving into her mouth, eagerly tasting the sweetness of her tongue.
His hands slid up her thighs, under her dress, feeling the smoothness of her skin as he moved higher…...