Without turning to look at him, “Cranberry vodka.” He flagged the bartender and ordered my drink. No words were exchanged while we waited. Once th...e bartender handed my drink to me and he paid, I took the drink and turned away from him. “Thanks for the drink.” “Anytime…” he mouthed. Leaving his presence was hell. I wanted him and he knew it, but I wasn’t going to give into him. Not yet at least. Heading over to my table, which was empty at the moment, I sat down and begin to nurse my drink. The. “I hope you like lemonade?” I asked. “I make it myself.”His hand came out to take the glass and because he was looking at my breasts, his hand missed the glass and he stumbled and lost his footing in the trench and his hand touched my breasts.“Sorry,” he said. “That wasn’t intentional.”“Don’t be sorry, it was very naughty of me to bend over like that.”He said no more but I could see his face was a little flushed and it was not through his exertion, he was blushing.We both stood there as he took. "Huh?" He bolted upright, startled. "What—you mean—right now?" No, silly," I said, turning on my back to smile up at him. My naked breasts slipped out from under the blanket. "Eventually. I'm still on birth control, my parents would freak if I got pregnant. But we've only been talking about our marriage and how your dream job is to be a parent—what's the next obvious step?" Oh," said Brandon. "Oh yeah. That makes sense."I giggled. "Silly boy." Reaching up, my arms twining around his neck,. " You flatter me honey. How about you just relax and let me take care of you?" Okay! That does sound really nice."My stepmother leaned into me and we shared a deep and passionate kiss. Her tongue danced in my mouth. Her kisses were so sweet and passionate. Her hands were on my dress, holding and massaging my breasts. My nipples were hard and stiff and I was feeling really horny."Why don't you take your dress off, Dakota?" Okay!"I stood up and took my dress off. I was left with my white lace.