Working On Her Game: A Hotwife Erotica Novel by Arnica Butler

Author:Arnica Butler [Butler, Arnica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

There were very few people in the mall, or the mall parking lot, but every single one of them gave Scarlett a look as she shimmered past them in that dress. After she left the store, she paused and pretended to look at some figurines in a glassware store window while I paid for the almost indecently scant amount of material she was wearing.

We were being spontaneous, but with a sort of middle-aged refinement.

When she saw that I was coming, she turned and rolled her round bottom away, just a little ahead of me. I watched the movement of the two spherical halves of her ass under the liquid metallic fabric, entranced. Then I scurried to walk next to her when we went outside.

Scarlett’s cheeks flushed and she looked at me out of the corner of her eye when a group of teenage boys whistled at her. “Oh my God,” she said, under her breath. We walked a little faster to the car.

“Okay,” she said, settling into the car. “Now, take me home so I can put some clothes on, this dress is crazy trashy.”

Seated in the car, the dress had ridden up her thigh and the lengthy slit in the side went all the way up to the middle of her hip. The material was casually draped around her pelvis and her middle, and the top hung low, almost to her nipples.

I tried to picture her sitting in the seat next to Alessandro, her thighs within his reach as he shifted gears, her pussy just inches away from the hem of her dress.

I let my gaze travel up and down and around Scarlett’s body, so by the time I got to her face, she was annoyed. “Honey,” she said. “Let’s go.”

I started the car, concentrating the best I could on maneuvering my vehicle through the mall parking lot and into traffic. My eyes kept wandering to Scarlett’s legs, the hem of the dress that seemed to be creeping slowly closer to her pussy.

“You should wear that,” I said absently, giving voice to the very image that surfaced in my mind at that moment, “and not wear any panties.”

The words were out of my mouth before I realized that I was actually speaking.

My eyes flew up to Scarlett’s face, expecting her to be scandalized. She looked more bemused than anything. “Are you joking?” she said.

But that was all she said. Her arm was resting on the lip of the car door beneath the window, and she folded her elbow inward as she looked out the window with a faint smile on her lips. Absentmindedly, she brought her fingers to her lips.

We drove like this for a while, each of us lost in thought about the possibilities with Alessandro, about the heat between us in the dressing room. About where this would go from here.

At least, I think that’s what she was thinking about, too, because a few stoplights later, I felt the weight of her hand on my thigh. Her skin was hot, it melted through the fabric, igniting my skin.

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