All About Ashton Pt. 02

This is a 2 part story (and possibly more!). Part 1 is from Ashton's perspective as she initiates the encounter with her mom's good friend, Kyle. Part 2 is Kyle's recounting of how Ashton seduced him. Your feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! If you read both (and I hope you do) leave a comment about which POV you enjoyed most!

-Dani

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. The events in this narrative are pure fiction and are intended to explore sexual fantasies while intentionally not addressing the potential real life consequences of such acts.

Ashton seduces Kyle. Kyle's Point of View.

I carried the dress off the bed and laid it perfectly on a bench by the bedroom window. I paused and looked at it lying innocently in front of me. I thought that if she never bought this dress, had she never posed for that picture, we would not be here together at this moment.

My eyes traveled from the dress on the bench to Ashton kneeling in the center of my bed, now completely naked. She was looking over her right shoulder and smiling...

"Aren't they great?" Krista asked while scrolling through countless pictures on her phone. She and her daughter Ashton, an aspiring model, just received the proofs from her first photo shoot. They lived next store for the past 10 years. It was hard to imagine that Ashton was nearly 19 and preparing to graduate.

They stopped their car as I was getting my mail. Krista was so excited about the photos. Ashton sat patiently in the passenger seat while Krista showed me each one. Ashton under a covered bridge, Ashton under a beautiful tree, Ashton posing next to a fence.

"Amazing!" I said trying to sound excited (and trying to find new words to endorse the quality of photography before me).

"Oh wait, love this one!" she said as she reached the end of the seemingly endless photo reel. It was Ashton in a meadow looking over her right shoulder. She was wearing a simple, strapless white dress that flared slightly at her waist and stopped at her lower thighs. The pure white dress contrasted her light brown skin perfectly. But the best part of the outfit was her brown cowboy boots that came up to just below her knees. Her right lower leg was kicked up slightly. Her smile was so innocent.

"Love this one," Krista announced, beaming with pride.

I couldn't utter a word. I eventually stammered something like, "Gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!" Meanwhile I am thinking to myself that is the sexiest picture I have ever seen in my life.

"You know those boots, right?" Ashton asked, smiling.

"Yes, yes, of course!" regaining some sense of composure. I was in Texas within the past year for work and Ashton's mom, Krista, called me. I could still remember the conversation.

"She's obsessed with authentic cowboy boots! Can you pick her up a pair? She--and I--will be forever grateful!!"

I had plenty of free time on this work trip so I got down to business and sent multiple pictures. Buying cowboy boots in Texas is like, well, buying cowboy boots in Texas! There were literally thousands to choose from. After multiple texts to Krista which were reviewed by Ashton, she picked a beautiful pair of brown boots. She could hardly wait until I got home. In fact, she was waiting in my driveway as I pulled in. That very day was her 18th birthday so the timing was perfect.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Rivers!" she exclaimed as she received the box and bounded across the yard to her house.

"You're very welcome! Happy 18th!" I shouted. She gave a quick wave while running into her house. Krista was waiting for her at the front door. I saw her mouth the words "thank you." She smiled as she closed the door.

Krista then texted me shortly after Ashton arrived home with her new boots. "She may never take them off," she joked. "Let me know how much I owe you...."

I snapped back to the moment. "Yes, yes, of course," I repeated. I felt myself begin to blush as I stared at the picture. I moved closer to the car door and put my elbow on the window ledge so that I could cover at least one of my flushed cheeks with the palm of my hand. My cock stiffened in my pants--another reason why I wanted to be closer to the car. I did not want Krista--or worse Ashton--noticing my rather embarrassing reaction to the picture.

"Well, they're just great," I said. "You'll have trouble picking a few from that collection of great photos for sure!"

"Right?!" Krista agreed. "OK, gotta go. Ashton's late for practice!"

I felt just a bit disoriented by my reaction to the picture of Ashton in the white dress and cowboy boots. What was even more disorienting was that just before they sped off, I noticed Ashton. She had been smiling at me since reminding me of how I picked up the boots for her. But in the moment before the car dashed away, her smile changed ever so slightly. It was a more mature smile. Her eyes seemed to look right into my soul, as if she could sense my reaction to her picture. I immediately shook it that notion off. "Overthinking," I thought to myself.

A few days later, a social media notification popped up on my phone. "Krista Smith posted new pictures!" I opened my phone and was greeted by a small selection of the photos that Krista showed me. There was the picture on the covered bridge, the fence, and right at the end, the white dress and the cowboy boots. I placed my phone on the counter and walked away, my erection was instant, having been primed by seeing the photo days before.

I opened my phone again and looked at the picture. I immediately put it face down and walked away. I bolted into my office and started to go through work emails--a futile attempt to snuff out my smoldering lust.

I walked back over to the counter and picked up my phone. The picture overwhelmed me--the boots, the length of her dress which barely covered her full, beautiful thighs, her bare, golden brown shoulders. I rushed upstairs to my bedroom, and placed the phone on the bed, my shorts barely containing my erection. Impulsivity and primal urges took over as I removed my shorts and began to pleasure myself, thinking thoughts about Ashton that I never, ever thought I would--thoughts I can't even put into words. I pictured us in the throws of intense intimacy. A few moments later, I exploded onto my bed and fell to my knees as the screen lock on my phone timed out and went dark.

It took a solid minute for me to catch my breath and come to my senses. I cleaned myself up and decided that my comforter cover would need to be washed. I undid the buttons and walked downstairs to throw it in the wash, still in disbelief over how my desire consumed me moments before.

I tried to forget about the solo incident in my bedroom over the next few days. I ignored every social media notification of new pictures posted by Krista. She continued to release a few more pictures of Ashton every few days, but I held my ground, chastising myself for desiring my friend's daughter. I had known Ashton for years and never did my mind wander the way it did since seeing that picture. Something about it just made me see her in a different way--a very exciting way for sure, but not a way that I wanted to encourage.

One beautiful late Summer afternoon, I received a rather frantic text from Krista:

"Hey, can you talk?"

"Sure," I replied. "Call me."

Moments later, my cell phone rang.

"Hey what's up Krista?"

"Thanks for picking up. Remember the pictures of Ashton from a while back?"

"I do," I answered, wondering where this was going.

"The photographer just called. Her server crashed and she lost some of the pictures from Ashton's shoot."

"That sucks. Didn't she already send the files to you though? You should have them, right?"

Krista answered, "You'd think. But that was just a link to her server. Some of the pictures were recovered, but not all."

"Jeez," I replied. "Sorry to hear that. The perils of technology, right?"

Krista agreed. "The worst part is that our favorite picture was one that was lost!"

"Oh no! Which one?"

"The one in the white dress and cowboy boots. Remember that one?"

I used my feeble acting skills to play dumb for a moment. Eventually, I said, "Oh yes, I remember now--the one at the end. Yes, I remember that one." I felt my cheeks become flush as I recalled my infatuation with the image of Ashton in that dress.

"So, here's the thing," Krista went on. Tonight will be gorgeous. The natural lighting will be perfect to recreate the picture!"

"Perfect! Problem solved, right?" I questioned back.

"Yes. I am going to leave work and meet Ashton and the photographer at the meadow in 2 hours."

"That's great! How can I help?," I asked, again wondering where this was going.

"You know your travel steamer, the one that I have borrowed before? Can we borrow it tonight so she can steam the dress after the car ride? It is very wrinkly fabric and she wants it to be perfect. And Ashton can't seem to find our travel steamer anywhere in the house."

"Of course," I replied, finally knowing how I could be of help. Want me to drop it off at your house?"

"Ashton is actually heading over now!" Krista announced. No sooner did she say that when the doorbell rang.

"There she is!" I exclaimed. "OK let me answer the door and I'll get it for her."

"Thanks so much! I owe you... again!"

"You owe me nothing, Krista. This is easy! Glad it all will work out." The doorbell range again.

I hung up my phone and went to my side door. I opened it and there was Ashton in the white dress and cowboy boots. I didn't expect her to be dressed to the photo shoot redo, but there she was.

"Hi, Mr. Rivers! Did my mom call you?"

"Yes, I just got off the phone with her." I just have to get the steamer. Come on in!"

Ashton stepped inside the house. Her appearance in the dress made me almost incoherent for words. I could see the small clear hairs on her shoulders stand on end as she came into the cool air conditioning of the kitchen.

"I... I just have to get it upstairs in my closet. Hang on one sec."

"No problem," she answered.

As I began to walk up the stairs, she stopped me.

"Mr.... Mr. Rivers?" she asked.

"Yes, what's up"

"One of my contacts must be in wrong. It's driving me crazy. Do you have a makeup mirror--just something big and bright so I can check it out?"

"Sure," I replied. "Right up here in the bathroom. Come on up." Thinking nothing of her request, I shot up the stairs ahead of her.

We walked through my bedroom. The shades were drown to keep out the strong summer sun that scorched the west side of the house during those late summer afternoons. A fan overhead created a cool breeze in the room. I led the way into the large primary bathroom and turned on the light. She immediately spotted the makeup mirror, flicked its switch, bent over so that her face was just in front of the mirror, and began working on the misbehaving contact lens.

"I'll just be a minute getting the steamer in the closet," I said, the full reality of what was before me was starting to set in.

I disappeared into the closet to get the steamer and made feeble attempts to regain my composure.

"Just give her the damn steamer and show her out," I said to myself. Good plan.

I came out with the steamer in hand as Ashton was finishing with her contact lens.

"I fixed it!" she announced, smiling and looking me straight in the eye.

"What do you think, Mr. Rivers?"

"Ashton, you look beautiful. I am sure these pictures will be ever better than the first--if that is even possible!"

I handed her the steamer. She took my hand and pulled me close.

"Ashton! What's going on here?" I pulled my hand away. The steamer crashed to the floor.

"I saw your reaction to my picture. The picture in this dress....."

"You're beautiful. It was....... a great picture. That's it!" I insisted.

"That's not it, Mr. Rivers..... Kyle" She used my first name for the first time ever. "I know that's not it. I saw it in your face."

The blood drained from my face as I realized she did effectively see into my soul that day in the car. I hadn't said a word. I didn't need to. She knew everything.

She reached out for my hand again and I retracted even further from her.

"You and your mom are my friends. I have known you for years. Please take the steamer and just go. Please... just go." I felt spent by the interaction.

I crouched down to pick up the handheld steamer from the bathroom floor. Ashton didn't move. I let my eyes glance upward from the floor for what couldn't have been more than a nanosecond, and I saw the boots gracing her perfect calves. Instinct again took over as my eyes travelled higher to her knees and her lower thighs until the dress concealed the rest. I then looked up at Ashton. She was looking directly into my eyes. She broke her stare to look over at my bed just a few steps away.

"Let's go," she commanded, softly.

She took my hands as I slowly stood up, my erection building fast under my shorts. She led me to the bed and slowly stepped out of the cowboys boots, revealing the entirely of her toned, golden calves. She climbed onto the bed and settled herself kneeling in the middle. She turned around to face me.

"Come here," she beckoned. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could again see the hairs standing on end. I kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the bed and met her eye to eye, kneeling in front of her.

I know it was futile but I tried once more to scrub this interaction.

"Your mom....." I said, struggling to find words.

".... is not here," she answered back, kissing my upper lip.

She sensed my hesitation and made the first move. Her fingers traveled down my shirt and traced the outline of my cock under my shorts. She came close and whispered in my ear. "Touch me," she insisted.

"I literally don't know where to start, Ashton," barely comprehending what I was saying.

She took my hands in hers and brought them just above her knees. She left my hands there and brought her fingers back to exploring the bulge in my shorts.

I couldn't resist anymore. I let my fingers travel up her lower thighs until my palms rested just above her knees, my finger tips millimeters from the hem of her dress.

My cock stiffened in my shorts, her hands continuing to tantalize me through my clothing. It felt amazing. I couldn't even imagine what it would feel like with nothing between us. I looked down and saw a spot of pre-cum expanding in my khaki shorts at the tip of my penis. She saw it too and smiled.

I was at the point of no return. Ashton was in my bed in her white strapless dress. My hands traveled up her thighs under her dress. Her smooth skin intoxicated my senses. She kissed me deeply as my hands feasted on her thighs, sending pulses of unimaginable pleasure through me. They continued traveling up under her dress to her hips. I noticed something--or rather the lack of something--as my hands moved up her hips...... No underwear?

My hands moved down her hips and to her upper thighs again, expecting to feel at least a thin piece of material from her panties. Nothing. I could feel her lips curl into a smile as she kissed me.

She pulled away, still smiling.

"You were going to a photo shoot in a dress with no underwear on?" I asked quizzically.

"I lied to my mother. Our travel steamer isn't missing. I know exactly where it is. And I know exactly why I came here. It had nothing to do with borrowing the steamer. It had everything to do with this--this moment. This is what I want."

"If you had any doubt," she continued, "seeing that I had no underwear on would make things crystal clear. Actually, I had planned to walk up the stairs in front of you so you could see... well, everything. But you beat me up the stairs."

"I don't know what to say," I said, still amazed by what was unfolding before me.

"I think we've talked enough already," she joked. "But I know one thing for sure. We need to keep this dress perfect for the photo shoot."

"I can help with that," I replied.

I swung around behind her. She placed her hair over her left shoulder. I slowly let the zipper on the back of the dress down. While doing so, I couldn't resist the urge to gently kiss her right shoulder. As the zipper travelled down, my lips followed its track, placing kisses along the skin as it was exposed. I looked up and saw her head turned. She eyes gazed down at me smiling.

With the zipper fully down she raised her arms. Her elbows were bent so her hands could cradle her long, wavy, golden hair as I slowly pulled the dress up and over her torso, revealing the entirety of her beautiful naked back. I carried the dress off the bed and laid it perfectly on a bench by the bedroom window. I paused and looked at it lying innocently in front of me. I thought that if she never bought this dress, had she never posed for that picture, we would not be here together at this moment.

My eyes traveled from the dress on the bench to Ashton kneeling in the center of my bed, now completely naked. She was looking over her right shoulder and smiling.

I came around to the side of the bed and faced her. For the first time, I saw her exposed breasts, small and perfect, her nipples hard. A small tuft of pubic hair sat low in her groin. Her juices were trickling down her inner thighs. I could not stop gawking at the beautiful women in front of me.

"One of us is over dressed," she quipped.

"Yes... sorry." I quickly removed my shirt and shorts, leaving just my underwear which barely contained my erection.

She folder her arms, now concealing her breasts. "Everything, Kyle," her voice now sultry and low.

I lowered my underwear. My cock sprung free. I stood there for a moment totally naked. She allowed me the privilege of admiring her naked body just moments ago. I wanted to give her the same courtesy.

My erection was impossibly rigid and almost purple in hue. I hadn't been so aroused in years. I climbed back into bed.

Ashton wasted no time. She began by letting her fingers trace from the tip of my erection down, down the shaft, and then to my balls. She did that a couple times and then she engulfed me in her hands, taking my every contour. I was in ecstasy. I moaned as her lips returned to mine. We kissed hard and deep. I moved closer so that my inner thighs now touched her outer thighs. I stroked her toned upper arms.

"Touch me," she whispered in my ear.

Man hands moved from her upper arms to her breasts and then her abdomen. She moaned as my fingers grazed her pubic hair and greeted her dripping pussy.

She was so lubricated that my second and middle fingers immediately slipped into her. My fourth finger then disappeared inside her. The back of my thumb found her clitoris.

"Oh Kyle..... Fuck!" she moaned, breathing heavily into my right ear.

I continued to work her clit with the back of my thumb while my fingers explored her. My right hand was covered in her juices. I placed my left hand on the small of her back and gently pressed down, driving her clit against my thumb and fingers.

"Fuck me, please!" she asked softly.

I removed my fingers from her. She paused.

"Protection?' she asked.

"Vasectomy," I said. "I can't get you pregnant even If I wanted to. It's surgery.

I was impressed by her maturity in asking this question in the heat of passion.

"Oh," she said, "can you come?"

"Yes. I can come--and will. Um, where would you like me to?" I figured I would ask since the conversation had become a very practical one all of a sudden.

"I haven been with some guys. They always come into the condom. Kyle, I want you to come inside me."

I placed my hands on her hips. She let herself fall slowly back onto the bed while we continued to kiss softly and deeply.

I covered her with my body, her legs spread wide on either side of me. The tip of my erection grazed her cropped tuft of pubic hair and settled at her entrance. She looked me in the eye and tilted her pelvis ever so slightly, admitting my tip into her. We both gasped as our sex organs began to join.

I resisted the urge to all at once bury my member deep inside this beautiful young woman. Instead, I took my time, allowing her smooth walls to consume me, inch by inch. I lavished the front of her neck with kisses and, once fully ensheathed inside her, I began with short, gentle deep thrusts. Waves of pleasure overtook us both, her body inching up the bed in step with my thrusting. We kissed and moaned into each other's mouths, our tongues reaching new depths, not to be outdone by our co-mingling sex organs.

Feeling my orgasm building from deep within my pelvis, I paused for a moment. We broke our kiss. She looked into my eyes with wonton lust, the likes of which I have never seen in a woman before.

I knew there were no words that make this moment more intimate or deliciously wonderful but lust was about to decimate us both.

I thought for a millisecond about Ashton's mom, Krista, barging in unannounced, and catching us--catching me--up to the hilt in her gorgeous daughter. That thought evaporated as Ashton's moans brought me back to this delicious moment.

My thrusts resumed and transformed into deliberate, rhythmic transits in which my entire length travelled in and out of her pussy, a delicious wet sound accompanied the slapping of my groin against her lips. She wrapped her thighs around my waist and locked her ankles behind my back.

My pounding became relentless as I wrapped her arched torso in my arms. I could feel her pussy convulse around me as her orgasm overtook her. Her thighs clenched and held me steadfast against her as her whole body contracted and her head fell back.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She screamed, her climax rippling through her. All at once, her thighs relaxed and fell to the side. I gently lowered her torso back to the bed.

Feeling her entire body orgasm around me rocketed me to my threshold. Her eyes were closed as I started to come. I exploded inside her as I whispered her name in her ear. She opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of my seed. I kissed her neck softly, my balls emptying into her.

I pulled my glistening cock from her and laid at her side, kissing her right shoulder. We held each other, exhausted and satisfied.

Eventually, we got up. She used the bathroom and we cleaned each other off, giggling the whole time as we caressed each other with warm wash cloths. We held each other again and kissed. She was fit and toned and athletic but at the same time warm and soft and wonderful to touch.

I helped her don the white dress, which was unscathed, of course. I zipped up the back zipper which I had unzipped just a little while before. I couldn't resist placing a few more kisses on her bare shoulders. She stepped into her cowboy boots and fixed her hair.

"How do I look?" she asked, smiling at me. I was growing to love her smile.

"Irresistible," I said.

"Good. That's what I was shooting for!"