I watch her, bemused.She’s wearing the robe now, but she didn’t go to great lengths to secure it.The tie is loosely threaded at her waist, and all her most important parts are covered, but the top section isn’t pulled all the way together, so the open V extends down to her waist.
The silk is only barely long enough to cover her fantastic ass and her pussy, both of which are burned into my brain and will never disappear.
I’ve lost my mind bringing her up here.I should have walked away, not making contact.She never needed to have known I was at the club tonight.I shouldn’t have watched her scene like a mesmerized teenager.
I hadn’t been able to leave, though.Witnessing her in her element solidified every fantasy I’ve had about her for the past two months.Her naked body is even better than I imagined.So is her submission.
I stroll over and sit on the loveseat, trying to remain calm and in control, or at least feigning as much.After crossing my legs, mostly to hide my erection, I set one ankle over the other knee and lean back.With an elbow on the arm of the loveseat, I rub my chin and watch Kelsey explore.
Her ponytail is loose, her long waves of various shades of blond swaying back and forth.When Claudia grabbed that thick mane and tugged it back, my breath hitched.Now I’ll be thinking about doing that myself and seeing Kelsey’s expression.On top of every other fantasy I have starring this woman.
I wait for her, hoping she’s at least slightly off-kilter.She moves around with confidence, though, her head held high, heedless of the fact she’s barely covered.Either she doesn’t care or wants me to think she doesn’t.
I know she’s not very modest, or she wouldn’t have been naked on the second floor.That tells me a lot about Kelsey.The caveman in me wanted to pull that robe around her sexy body, drag her from the room, and lecture her about not sharing what’s mine.
And what the absolute fuck?
Mine?
Hardly.
Just because I’ve fantasized about Kelsey doesn’t make her mine.Not even close.I’m nearly twice her age.Even glancing at her makes me a hypocrite after the way I treated Madison and Myles.
Inwardly, I cringe.I’m not fully over the idea of my best friend living with my daughter.Dominating her.Obviously sleeping with her.
Marryingher.
I’m going to have to get my shit together and fast because the two of them are getting married in a week, and they won’t be pleased if I don’t paste on a smile.
I have no right to stand in their way, and intellectually I’m aware of this.Madison is a grown adult.Myles knows his mind.I believe them when they say they never had a single thought of hooking up initially, and when they did, they didn’t act on it until a few months ago.
It’s obvious Myles adores her and would move heaven and earth to make her happy.I should be grateful that he’s so overprotective and bossy because now I never have to worry about where she is or who she’s with.Any fears I had about her wild twenties have poofed out of existence.There will be no wild anything now that she’s with Myles.
Two months ago, I stepped into Kelsey’s rental home, did a double-take when I spotted her, and immediately shoved the attraction down.Now?Any reason I could list to dissuade myself from making a move on her sounds absurd now that Madison is with Myles.
She’s too young.She’s too immature.She needs more time to know herself.She’s green.She can’t be certain of her submissive tendencies.Her parents would probably have me murdered in my sleep… The list is long and comical in light of my daughter’s situation.
That last item might not be as horrifying as I would think, considering I met her parents at her graduation party.I don’t know their exact ages because I’ve never asked, but I suspect that her mother is significantly younger than her father.Maybe not twenty-one years younger, but close.Either that or her father looks much older than his age, or her mother ages very well.
I’d say her father is about sixty.Her mother looked closer to forty.If that’s the case…
I shake the wandering thoughts from my head.They have no place here.I’m putting the cart ten million miles before the horse.I’ve had one conversation with the woman currently strolling around my private apartment.It was two months ago.I got her a job, but I never communicated with her about that.The fact that she’s been on my mind more times than I should have permitted over the summer means nothing.
She might think I’ve dragged her up here to lecture her about club safety.Perhaps she thinks I’m hovering and feeling protective because she’s Madison’s friend.I can’t read her at all.
Kelsey pauses in the middle of the room and trails a finger over the spanking bench.As far as I know, most of the private apartments look like this one.It’s basically a studio with a king-sized bed, loveseat, small table, two chairs, a tiny kitchenette, an attached bath, an armoire, and…a spanking bench front and center.
Other apartments might have a different piece of BDSM equipment or more than one, but the basic configuration is similar.The armoire is filled with toys.Kelsey probably suspects what the contents might be, but she can’t know exactly what she would find if she opened it.
Instead of asking me about this room or why I’ve brought her here, Kelsey turns to me and says, “You’re back from Germany a week earlier than I expected.”
I nod.“I finished what I needed to do.Plus, Madison was getting antsy about me arriving in time for the wedding.”
“I bet she’s glad you’re back.I know she’s been worried.”
“She doesn’t know yet.I just got here a few hours ago.I dropped my luggage off at home and came here.”
Kelsey nods slowly.Her robe is parted almost indecently.Another inch on either side, and I’ll be able to see her nipples.The silk is separated slightly in front of her pussy, too, but not enough for me to glimpse more than a shadow.I’ve already seen her naked, so it doesn’t matter at this point, but I’m slightly surprised she’s so nonchalant about it.
