Playing with Fire Ch. 02

The next morning, I woke to the sounds of birds tweeting outside the bedroom window, and to an empty bed. It was almost eight-thirty. Kieron had gone to the gym to get his work out in early. As I rolled over onto my back, my mind began to replay the previous night that Brian, my future father-in-law, watched me having sex with his son.

I couldn't believe how excited I was to be watched. How easily I switched into some kind of porn star, and brought myself to an earth shattering climax. I couldn't deny it was the most exciting sex I'd ever had. Not the best or dirtiest Kieron and I had ever enjoyed, but certainly the most thrilling, and all because I was being observed closely.

Remembering the night so vividly, I found myself unable to resist the morning yearnings inside my body. I quietly opened my bedside drawer and rummaged through my underwear, until I felt my realistic cock dildo. Already naked under the duvet, I lay flat on my back, head on the pillows, and spread my legs, ready for some solo relief.

As soon as I touched my pussy with the sex toy, I closed my eyes and pictured the moment I exposed my breasts to Brian, his deadpan expression, the intensity of his gaze. But my thoughts didn't stay on what had happened, they delved beyond reality, creating images that were untrue and forbidden. I began to fantasise about Brian.

I've just come home from work. We're in the kitchen. He picks me up and sits me down on the table. He pushes my skirt up and pulls my lace knickers down my legs, wearing the same deadpan expression, which tells me nothing about what he is thinking, but his actions are telling his story.

"Oh, fuck," I sighed in the empty bed, stroking my wet pussy with the defined head of the dildo.

Brian doesn't say anything to me. He doesn't need to. I place one hand behind myself on the table, and my glossy black high heels on the edge, leaning back, legs spread, exposing my shaven mound to his gaze. At that moment, I pushed the dildo between my legs and arched my back off the bed, welcoming the sensation, deeper and deeper, until all six inches were inside of me.

"Oh, yes," I panted softly, quietly, then I began to slowly fuck myself in bed.

On the kitchen table, I spread my swollen sex lips for Brian, showing him the soft pinkness inside, before I close my eyes and start rubbing my clit. As I masturbate for my fiancés dad, I hear the rattle of a belt, the rasping sound of a zipper, then pants hitting the floor. It forces me to look at him. His cock is hard and thick like Kieron's as he stares into my eyes, stroking to my rhythm.

"Oh, yes, yes," I breathed raggedly, grasping the base of the dildo and thrusting it in and out of my pussy. I was squelching under the duvet, raising my hips off the bed. "Yes. Yes."

The mental image of Brian stroking his cock as he stands between my legs, his eyes glaring into mine, had me moving the dildo harder and faster, desperate for that explosion. As I neared a climax in bed, I saw myself climaxing on the kitchen table. Brian steps closer and ejaculates a heavy load, coating my pussy and blouse in his hot cum.

"Oh, fuck," I cried into my pillow, shoving the dildo right up inside me, legs clamped together, my entire body shaking as I rolled over onto my side in orgasm. "Oh, fuck, Brian."

Once my morning orgasm had subsided, I slowly pulled the dildo out of my body. God, I was wet, soaking wet. Then I heard footsteps outside the bedroom door, walking away quietly. What the fuck? I put the dildo down and jumped out of bed, throwing on my unofficial loungewear, grey jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt. I then opened the door to emptiness and silence, casting an eerie feeling over me that it wasn't my imagination playing tricks. Brian?

If it was Brian, I didn't confront him about it. I had no evidence, but I was always taught to trust my intuition, and it told me that he had been listening on the other side of the door. It sent pleasurable tingles down my spine. I walked over to the dresser, picked up a hair bobble, and looked into the mirror as I tied my long, brown hair into a ponytail.

As the mirror reflected a young woman torn between fantasy and reality, my blue eyes glinted with mischief, accompanied by another insidious smile, just like the one I cast Brian when he stared at my sperm glazed breasts. I never detected him being interested in me sexually before, thankfully. However, I wondered if I had now changed the moral boundaries of our relationship, and if I had, who actually held the power?

Not bothering to put any underwear on, I took several deep breaths before going downstairs for breakfast in only the jogging bottoms and sweatshirt. Brian was usually an early bird, but not today it seemed. Was he in his bedroom, jerking off after listening to me masturbating with my dildo? The thought made me smile, but I was relieved.

I made myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, thinking about how I should act when our paths inevitably crossed. But before I had decided, Brian entered the kitchen, clad in a pair of black shorts and a grey vest, like he'd just rolled out of bed himself. I looked up, trying not to giggle. Had he been at my door, listening and jerking?

"Good morning, Jemma," he greeted me with a smile that I couldn't read. "Sleep well?"

"Morning," I blushed, unable to meet his gaze or answer his question.

"Where's Kieron?" he wondered, looking around.

"The gym," I replied, trying really hard not to giggle. The situation was even more embarrassing than I had anticipated.

"Do you fancy another coffee?" he asked nonchalantly, wandering over to the coffee machine. God, he was so annoyingly stoic.

"No, thanks," I murmured. "Um... I'm going for a shower. I'll see you later." I rushed back upstairs, giggling my arse off.

Thankfully, the bathroom door had a lock. I engaged it then turned the shower on. As the water warmed up, I stripped off my clothes and pulled the hair bobble out, staring into the mirror. Oh, Jemma. What have you done? I burst out giggling again.

Examining my own reflection, a reflection I was quite proud of, I wondered what was going through Brian's mind, as I cupped and raised my breasts, the breasts I had shown him. Would they forever be ingrained in his memory? Of course they will, as will everything else he saw... everything! When I walk down the aisle to marry his son, he will know he saw the bride naked in action.

I shivered at the thought and stepped into the shower, ignoring the fact that my nipples had become hard and sensitive. I tried to clear my mind by washing away my thoughts, but I couldn't get Brian's face out of my head, or understand why I had gotten off on it the way I did. Why exposing myself to him excited me so much. The exhibitionist went rogue and took control, or maybe lost control.

After washing and conditioning my hair, I poured jasmine body wash into my palm and caressed it into my breasts, still unable to rid Brian from my thoughts. I could no longer deny my taut nipples and arousal either. I was so confused. It was if a ghost had watched me having sex. Listened to me masturbating. The ghost of my future father-in-law. Was Brian even aroused? Did he masturbate in bed, thinking about me?

I had so many questions, but they were questions I was never going to ask aloud. I moved my hands down my body, running my fingers over my shaven mound, and touched my swollen sex lips. The memory of it had me horny again. I gently played with my clit and slowly inserted a couple of fingers into my body, moaning memorably.

I got myself close, so close, then picked up the second, triangular shower head, directing it at my clit with my legs spread. The pressure was intense and the sensation immense. The large shower head above me felt like warm rain. I always wanted to have sex in the rain. In a big open field. I imagined it with Kieron until I climaxed, shaking and moaning as I bit my lip hard.

Returning to the bedroom, I was disappointed to find Kieron hadn't returned. I needed his cock inside me. Instead, I dressed and waited until he got home. But he was too tired. We then spent the rest of the weekend together, while Brian went out with his photography friends. It was an uneventful weekend, but my mind wasn't.

I couldn't shake the curious excitement going on inside of me. I kept getting lost in thought, until those thoughts had me giggling like a silly little schoolgirl. During the evenings of Saturday and Sunday, Brian still acted as if nothing had happened, making me want to know even more about what he was thinking. What he thought then, and what he thought now. Did I turn him on?

All that thinking and not knowing was beginning to give me a headache, and with Kieron not delivering the goods in the bedroom, as often as I needed him to, my ego began to blur the lines of what was appropriate and inappropriate behaviour around the house. I just needed to know.

Whenever Kieron was out with his friends or at the gym, I began to dress a little more provocatively around the house, consciously keeping my movements deliberate as I moved between rooms when Brian was around. I caught his gaze more than once. His eyes lingering on me before he looked away. It felt so sexy and exciting, so naughty.

I knew it was wrong and dangerous, but it turned me on to levels I had never experienced before. It became a silent game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, which left me breathless, tingling all over, and flowing a river of lust and desire between my legs. Brian, Mr Stoic, never revealing a damn thing, fuelled my need to force a reaction.

One evening, after I had showered and Kieron was in the shower, I went downstairs into the kitchen for a drink. Clad in a black, silk negligee, I had to be quick. Brian was sat at the table, engrossed in something he was typing up on his laptop. With his reading glasses balanced halfway down his nose, he stopped typing and fixed his eyes on me.

"Oh, sorry, Brian. I didn't realise you were down here," I smirked, dashing to the fridge for a cold bottle of water. "Do you want one?" I asked over my shoulder, feeling his eyes burning into me, at my smooth, bare legs, at the negligee clinging to my curvy body.

"Yes please," he replied unexpectedly. Brian always politely refused, because he always sorted himself out. He was like a well oiled machine, never needing you to do anything.

But the damage was done. I had dangled the carrot without thinking and he'd taken it. I grabbed a second bottle of water and closed the fridge, knowing I had to walk right up to him. I felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal as I walked towards him, his eyes skirting up and down my body, at my braless breasts bouncing softly under the negligee.

My large nipples grew hard, rubbing against the silk until they protruded. I then felt a sense of power when I reached him and held out the bottle. Brian looked up into my eyes. Nothing. I felt deflated when he took the bottle from me with a plain "thank you." Jeez. Is he gay? I thought, about to walk away with my tail between my legs.

"You're dangerous, Jemma, very dangerous he stated matter-of-factly.

I laughed at his assessment, part shocked, part thrilled. After all, I didn't want him to fuck me. I didn't even want him to touch me, but I did like this little game I had started.

"Maybe I like being dangerous," I teased with and mischievous grin. "Or maybe I just like knowing you're watching me, when we both know you shouldn't be."

Brian smiled with amusement. "What?" I frowned. "Something amusing?"

"You're dangerous because you don't know your own power," he replied.

"Huh?" I continued frowning.

"Exactly," he chuckled, returning to his laptop as if I wasn't even there.

"Care to explain?" I huffed, leaning suggestively against the countertop.

"You're playing with fire, Jemma," he said, his eyes fixed on his laptop, his fingers typing away, but his tone was a warning.

"Yeah, maybe," I said, my smirk returning. "But which one of us is holding the matches, I wonder?" I flirted outrageously, walking across the kitchen in the negligee, needing to get back to the bedroom before Kieron finished his shower.

Brian stopped immediately and turned his head, gazing straight at me over the rim of his reading glasses. "Please don't play this game with me, Jemma? You're engaged to marry my son. Let that night go."

"Have you?" I wondered.

"Yes. It was an accident. I heard a lot of noise and came downstairs to investigate," he explained how he'd caught us.

"But then you hung around. Why?" I pushed, as arousal trickled into my knickers.

"Goodnight, Jemma," he ended the brief conversation bluntly.

"Goodnight, Brian," I grinned, leaving the kitchen with a sense that his eyes were following me.

His words were a warning, a shot across my bow, but the game didn't end there. It continued, with each encounter becoming more charged than the last. I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. I didn't want Brian to touch me. I only wanted him to look, but I needed a positive reaction from him. A smile, a knowing grin, a compliment, something to feed my exhibitionist ego.

His reaction came unexpectedly... and I was not prepared for it...