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?"
