All About Ashton Pt 01

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 constructive 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. Ashton's Point of View.

...He climbed behind me and knelt facing my back. I placed my hair over my left shoulder while he kissed my right. He slowly let the zipper on the back of my dress down, his lips following along the skin of my back as it was exposed. I looked down at him and smiled, my shoulders again covered in goose bumps.....

"This is taking forever!" I thought, rolling my eyes as I sat in the passenger seat of my mom's SUV. Poor Mr. Rivers is a saint for feigning interest in the endless photo stream mom was scrolling through.

"Amazing," said Mr. Rivers. My mom, Krista, stopped her car in front of Kyle Rivers as he was getting his mail. We had been his neighbor for over 10 years now. He was in his early 40's--I think, though he looked younger and he seemed incredibly fit. Well, at least what I can see of him looked incredibly fit.

My mom was about his age. They were close friends but oddly it never went any further than that. Seems like it would have been a perfect pairing. Both were single, apparently like minded professionals in the same neighborhood. But, no spark, no flame I guess.

Krista was eagerly showing Kyle the proofs from my modeling photos. Though initially disappointed about my decision to pursue modeling after high school, mom's support of my aspirations has grown over the past few months. She even offered to pay for a professional photo shoot to get my image out to various agencies throughout the country.

We took advantage of a beautiful summer evening a couple weeks ago to have my pictures taken at some very lovely locales. There were multiple outfits and even more poses in front of fences, great oak trees, and under a covered bridge.

"Oh wait, love this one!" mom exclaimed as she reached the final photo.

"Thank goodness," I thought, rolling my eyes. I glanced over to see the photo currently being displayed on her phone. It was me in a short white baby-doll style dress wearing my beloved cowboy boots.

For a moment, there was silence. I looked up at Mr. Rivers and he looked bewildered, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing.

"Gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!" He broke the awkward silence.

I felt I had to say something as I watched my mom's friend struggle to find words.

"You know those boots, right, Mr. Rvers?"

"Yes, yes, of course!" regaining some sense of composure. Mr. Rivers was in Texas a while back for work. Krista asked him to pick me up a pair of authentic cowboy boots as a present from her for my 18th birthday. They were my favorite boots.

I could see his cheeks becoming flush as he stepped closer to the car and rested his elbow on the window ledge.

"Well, they're just great," he 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!"

The car sped away. I looked back at Mr. Rivers standing in the street, his hand waving goodbye. He stood there for a moment and walked up his driveway, leaving his mailbox wide open, the day's mail untouched.

I smiled to myself and was in a bit of disbelief over his reaction to the picture. When I got home that night, I opened the photo reel up and quickly scrolled to the end--to the white dress and cowboy boots picture. There were actually a few, but the one mom showed Mr. Rivers was of me from the side. My right leg was slightly kicked up behind me as I smiled into the camera. The natural lighting made my light brown skin contrast perfectly with the pure white dress. Kicking back my right leg made the dress flair out slightly more than usual, revealing the lower halves of my thighs. "Not bad," I thought, as I studied the picture intently.

The next few days were busy with my summer job and sports practice. As I rushed around during the remaining days of summer, I couldn't shake the way Mr. Rivers reacted to that photo. It was like he never saw me before. But maybe he didn't, in that way. He had known me so long as a girl. Maybe this was the first time he saw me as something more? Maybe this is the first time he saw me as a woman?

My friends always referred to him as the "DILF." Though he was not a dad (as far as I knew) so the analogy didn't quite fit, but everyone got the point. Whenever he wasn't working or tending to his perfectly manicured lawn, he was distance running to or from the neighborhood. He would run for many miles at a stretch. We would see him go as we sat by our pool. He would return hours later after running a gazillion miles with body glistening in sweat. Mom would occasionally quip that he should come over and douse himself in the cool waters of our pool after one of those runs.

I was pondering all of this one afternoon laying in my bed when I decided to look at the photo again. I logged onto the photographer's website, clicked on the link to my account and was greeted with a large question mark on the screen and a "File Not Found" message. I closed the page and logged in again, figuring I entered in the wrong password, but the same message appeared.

I puzzled over this for a moment before my eyelids became heavy and I started to drift off. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was my mom.

"Hey Krista, what's up?"

"What did I tell you about calling me 'Krista'?" she asked, sounding miffed.

"Oh please," I replied. "OK, what's up, dearest mother?" My tone was ripe with sarcasm.

"The photographer just called me very upset. Her server crashed. She lost some of your pictures!"

"That's what's wrong? Yeah, I just tried to log on and got an error message. I thought it was me. Guess not. That sucks. I liked the picture of me in the boots too. I think it was the best one."

"I know, right?!" mom exclaimed. I am so disappointed. But all is not lost. She has promised to retake the lost photos at no charge. But she wants to do it tonight. The weather is nice. The lighting will be perfect. Can you get dressed and meet me in the meadow at 5:30?"

I looked at my alarm clock. I was really in the mood for a nap. Shit.

"Yeah I guess."

"Great! Do me one favor, dear daughter, would you?" The sarcasm was now a two way street.

"What's that, Krista?"

"Bring the portable steamer so the dress will be perfect after the car ride."

"Sure," I replied. "No problem."

I slowly tore myself away from my inviting bed to find the portable steamer. My mom loved that thing. "The perfection solution to wrinkled clothes when traveling," she would quip.

I found it in her closet. Seeing it triggered memories of mom borrowing the steamer from none other than Mr. Rivers every time we went away. I would actually joke with her that she was using the steamer as a way to bop over to his place and chat him up. Then she bought her own steamer, probably just to shut me up.

I picked up the steamer and brought it to my room. My wheels began to turn in my head. Re-doing the photo shoot....the white dress....the cowboy boots....Mr. Rivers.

I buried the steamer deep under my bed, did my hair, put on the dress, and donned my cowboy boots. I stood in my bedroom facing the full length mirror on the back of my door.

"Not bad," I thought to myself. And in a moment of shear impulsiveness, I reached under the dress, lowered my white lace underwear over my thighs and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and left them there, my plan coming together in my head. It was an audacious plan, but fuck it. I figured I would go for it.

I called my mom and told her I couldn't find the steamer. She immediately suggested borrowing Mr. Rivers' and said she'd call him.

"Just head over there. I'll give him the heads up that you're on your way."

"Aye-aye, Captain," I replied, step one of my plan was falling perfectly into place.

I left the house and immediately noticed the breeze over my exposed pussy under the white dress. The sensation was new and exciting, having never gone "commando" before. I began to think that this whole idea was unhinged at best. I could always back out when I get there. He would never know that I came to his house wearing no underwear to borrow a steamer and seduce him.

I had to ring the doorbell twice before he answered. He came to the door and even though my mom had called ahead, he looked stunned to see me.

"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!"

I stepped inside the house. I could feel my body become covered in goosebumps.

"I...I just have to get it upstairs in my closet. Hang on one sec." He seemed nervous and distracted.

"No problem," I answered.

As he began to walk up the stairs, I stopped him. I swallowed hard.

"Mr.....Mr. Rivers?" I stammered.

"Yes, what's up?"

"One of my contact lenses 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," he replied. "Right up here in the bathroom. Come on up." I tried to beat him to the stairs, but he was already climbing the stairs, two at a time, as he finished speaking.

We walked through his bedroom. The shades were drawn to keep out the strong sun that scorched the west side of the house during those late summer afternoons. A fan overhead created a cool breeze in the room and revived my fading goosebumps.

He led the way into the large primary bathroom and turned on the light. The bathroom was huge with pristine beige tiles, 2 vanities, a separate water closet. A soaking tub sat in front of a large glazed window that flooded the space with natural light. I spotted the makeup mirror, flicked its switch, bent over so that my face was just in front of the mirror, and pretended to work on the "misbehaving" contact lens.

"I'll just be a minute getting the steamer in the closet," he said, sounding even more nervous and distracted.

He disappeared into the closet.

He came out with the steamer in hand a few moments later.

"I fixed the contact lens!" I announced, smiling and looking him 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's even possible!" He handed me the steamer.

"Now or never," I thought to myself. I took his hand and attempted to pull him close and kiss him. He immediately recoiled.

"Ashton!" He pulled his hand away as the steamer crashed to the tile floor below. His eyes were like saucers.

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

Mr. Rivers face turned ashen. "You're beautiful. It was.......a great picture. That's it!" He was growing more and more pale before my eyes. This was the worst idea ever, yet I pressed on.

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

He grew even more pale and looked at the floor. It was as if I exposed his greatest secret to the whole world. I actually felt remorseful and was about to leave. I cursed myself for concocting this futile plan to seduce him.

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

He crouched down to pick up the steamer from the bathroom floor. I was about to take it from him and bolt out of the house as fast as possible when I noticed something.

I stood looking down at him and saw his eyes glance upward for a split second. He quickly looked down but almost immediately gazed upward again. I could see his eyes traveling from my boots up to my thighs. He seemed to fix his eyes at the hemline of the dress before looking up directly into my eyes.

I broke our stare, swallowed, and with every bit of courage I could manifest, looked over at his bed in the cool, dark bedroom a few steps from us.

"Let's go," I commanded, my voice low but emphatic.

I took his hands as he slowly stood up. I could see the outline of his erection forming under his shorts. I breathed a sigh of relief, now having some visual confirmation that my perception of his desire was actually true. I led him to his bed and slowly stepped out of the cowboys boots, allowing him to take in the sight of my sculpted calves. I climbed onto the bed settled myself in the middle. I turned to face him, kneeling. The hem of my dress revealing only my lower thighs. I again felt goosebumps as he gazed at me.

"Come here," I beckoned. Kyle kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed and met me eye to eye, kneeling in front of me.

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

"....is not here," I answered, shutting him down as I kissed his upper lip.

He seemed frozen and was not responding as I continued to kiss him deeply. I would have to work a little harder. I had hoped my presence in his bed would be enough, but I guess not.

My fingers traveled down his shirt and traced the outline of his cock under his shorts. I came close and whispered in his left ear. "Touch me."

"I literally don't know where to start, Ashton," he replied.

I took his hands in mine and brought them just above my knees. I left his hands there and continued to explore his erection through his clothing.

Finally, I felt his hands move steadily and in unison up my thighs. He stopped short of the hem of my dress and didn't move his hands any further. For what felt like an eternity he just rested his hands there. I was nearly certain he would step off the bed and disappear into the bathroom, leaving me denied and alone.

But then, his hands moved. In a moment they disappeared under my dress and began traveling up my thighs, engulfing them as his erection tensed further in his shorts.

I rubbed him more fervently. I felt a wet spot form on his pants by the tip of his cock. This is happening.

We kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. After feeling every inch of my thighs with his hands, he then moved to my hips. His hands paused before moving downward to my thighs again. He was detecting my lack of underwear.

I started to smile as we kissed.

"You were going to a photo shoot in a dress with no underwear on?" he 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 moment."

I was proud of everything I said, except for having the slightest tinge of guilt over lying to my mom.

"If you had any doubt," I continued, "seeing that--or feeling 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," he said, seeming amazed by what was unfolding before him.

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

"I can help with that," he replied.

He climbed behind me and knelt facing my back. I placed my hair over my left shoulder while he kissed my right. He slowly let the zipper on the back of my dress down, his lips following along the skin of my back as it was exposed. I looked down at him and smiled, my shoulders again covered in goose bumps.

With the zipper fully down, I raised my arms and cradled my hair in my hands. He slowly pulled the dress up and over my torso. He carried the dress off the bed and laid it carefully on a bench by the bedroom window. He paused and pondered it lying before him.

He then looked at me, now completely naked. My nipples hardened in anticipation. I smiled at him.

He came around to the side of the bed and faced me. For the first time, he saw me completely unclothed. His eyes traveled south, taking in my sex for the first time.

"One of us is over dressed," I quipped, breaking his gaze.

"Yes...sorry." He quickly removed his shirt and shorts, leaving just my underwear which barely contained his cock.

"Everything, Kyle."

His cock sprung out as he lowered his briefs. He climbed onto the bed. I came up on my knees as my hands roamed his cock and balls, exploring everything that had had been concealed by his clothing just moments before. He moaned and breathed heavily as pre-cum oozed from the tip. I liberally coated him in his juices as he stroked my upper arms. My own juices now were coating my inner thighs and creating a wet patch on his light green duvet cover. He knelt so close to me that our thighs were touching, mine inside of his spread legs. I could barely contain my desire for him.

"Touch me," I whispered in his ear.

His hands moved from my upper arms and briefly explored my breasts and abdomen before arriving at my engorged and dripping pussy. His fingers slid into me as I was overcome by the scent of my own juices. His thumb massaged my clit as more of his fingers fucked me. I had never experienced such intense pleasure before.

My previous encounters were hurried and frenzied, occurring in basement closets with erections passed through the flies of jeans for me to service while my he fumbled awkwardly under my panties. None of them had any idea what they were doing. They pretended to be interested in my pleasure until they blew their sticky loads. Then they would collapse, totally satisfied, and believing that I was too.

When there was actual penetration, it was even worse. Monotonous pounding through a cheap latex condom. I had never climaxed with a guy--never collapsed after being totally undone by my partner.

I could feel something building inside of me. It was raw and unbridled and consuming. His was feverishly working me with his right hand as his left hand pressed down on the small of my back, driving my clit into his thumb. I needed more of him. I needed all of him inside me, filling me....fucking me.

"Fuck me, please" I asked softly.

He looked at me and paused.

"Protection?' I asked.

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

I had heard of surgery to "fix" a guy before but was fuzzy on how the plumbing worked.

"Oh," I said, "can you come?" I kinda knew the answer, but again....plumbing.

"Yes. I can come--and will. Um, where would you like me to?"

"I haven been with some guys. They always come into the condom. Kyle, I want you to come inside me." More importantly, I'd like to come too, please."

I couldn't believe the bold words that came out of my mouth. But they were all true. I wanted to feel him and experience all of him. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to climax with my whole body united with his.

He placed his hands on my hips and kissed me. I let myself fall slowly back onto the bed.

He covered me with his body. I loved feeling the weight of him on me. I spread my legs wide and made myself totally vulnerable and open to him. I could feel the tip of his erection travel from my pubic mound to my outer then inner lips. Our eyes locked. I gasped softly as his tip entered me.

He paused for a moment to make sure I was ok. I smiled and kissed him, my tongue gliding into his mouth as his cock slowly filled me, stopping once again when his entire length was inside me. Our eyes met again as he began with slow, small, deep thrusts during which his cock barely moved as my walls enveloped every inch of him. My breathing matched his movements. I closed my eyes and begin the journey into pure bliss as we started to fuck.