eighteen, her body was totally without a blemish. Her breasts stood high and proud, and her nipples tightened at the thought of what she was about to do. Her skin was clear and shiny... though maybe she could use a little mascara.
Don't be ridiculous , she chided herself. No one gets out of the shower with mascara on. There was no way it would look like an accident if she made up her face before hand. Besides, all her make-up was in her room.
As she was debating with herself, she suddenly realized she'd heard Dan's footsteps on the stairs a moment before. With more speed than grace she threw open the door and casually sauntered into the hallway. She paused for just a moment before turning in the direction that would lead her past Dan's room and into her own. She took a deep breath and turned.
Just in time to see Dan's door closing behind him.
She'd missed her chance.
“Shit,” she muttered. Dan was supposed to “accidentally” catch an eyeful of her casually walking back to her room naked after a shower – something he could hardly do from inside his room. It wasn't as if she could throw the door open and say, “See something ya like, Skipper?”
Then again, why not?
Emma hesitated. She crept up to his doorway on her tiptoes, laid a hand on the door, took another deep, calming breathe, and did what she did best.
Chicken out.
Back in her room, Emma's heart was beating a mile a minute. “What am I doing?” she muttered to herself. The answer to that was obvious – sitting on her bed and shivering, from more than just the cold.
The real question was: what was she going to do?
Even ask Emma asked herself that question, she knew what the answer was. She'd made up her mind already, she just had to talk herself into it. So after a few minutes of pointless and one-sided internal debate, she got up and went to her closet.
Now she faced a more serious question: what should she wear? Pajamas would seem natural at this time of night. Casual. Unassuming. But there is nothing casual about seducing your step-father – and she definitely had a plan. A little black dress? But then she'd give away her game before she even got through his door.
Maybe she was thinking about it the wrong way, she decided. She didn't need to think of what she wanted to wear – what would turn Dan on? He'd shown absolutely no interest in her in the past, no matter what she'd worn, so she didn't really have anything to go on. But Dan was a man, and she certainly knew what to highlight to attract the interest of men.
At least, men of her own age. Would it be different with someone Dan's age? But no – she'd seen dozens of Lifetime movies where the older man ran with the younger woman. In fact, it was the youth that had attracted him.
Emma grinned. She knew just what to do. From her wardrobe she pulled a pair of thigh-high black and white striped socks and rolled them on. From another drawer came an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt. It was too long to be her shirt, but too short to be a dress, and when she bent over whoever was watching got a pretty good peek. Perfect.
It was perfect. She could play casual, as if this is the sort of thing she wore to bed every night. Not only that, but the whole ensemble – if you can call a pair of socks and an oversized shirt an ensemble – emphasized her youth and made her look delicate. Add in the fact that a moment of cavalier posture could easily flash her freshly shaved pussy and it was the perfect outfit for seducing an older man.
Now , she though,