Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set by Jade K. Scott & Angel Wild & Virginia Wade & Cheri Verset & Terry Towers & Saffron Sands & Violet Williams & Carl East & Jenevieve DeBeers & Nadia Nightside

Author:Jade K. Scott & Angel Wild & Virginia Wade & Cheri Verset & Terry Towers & Saffron Sands & Violet Williams & Carl East & Jenevieve DeBeers & Nadia Nightside [Scott, Jade K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TabooSmut.com
Published: 2014-01-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

Stephen watched my approach, partially submerged, like a predatory alligator. My breasts weren’t as big as some of my girlfriends, but they were high and firm, with little pink nipples on each tip. I could work a lot of cleavage in a push up bra. Sucking in my stomach, I waded into the warm water, all under the watchful, interested eye of my stepdad.

“You’re topless now.”

Embarrassed, I submerged quickly. “Yeah.” The feel of the water against my bare skin was wonderful.

“Your mom still asleep?”

I nodded. My hands floated before me, buoyed by the ocean, as the waves made the waterline rise and fall. “It’s getting late.”

“This will probably be the last dip.”

“There weren’t that many tropical fish.”

“You need a reef for that.”

“Oh.”

Stephen’s dark eyelashes and thick brows bordered inquisitive blue eyes. The curve of his face, his strong chin, and those full lips had my attention, although I tried not to stare too obviously. My tummy began tingling up a storm, making me even more nervous and self-conscious.

“Open your legs,” I said. “I’ll swim under.”

He looked amused. “Okay. Go for it.”

I dove beneath the surface and headed for the space between his legs. I was half way through when he clamped them around me, preventing my progress. I struggled and twisted to gain my freedom.

When I came back up, I laughed, “You turd!” I went after him, splashing and pounding at the water. His back was to me and I jumped on, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my breasts to his skin. My legs went around his tummy, clamping him. “You’re my prisoner now.”

“You should let go, Emma.” He wasn’t laughing anymore.

“Why?”

He unclasped my hands from around his neck and faced me. “It’s…uh…getting late. I’m gonna pack stuff up.” He swam away and got out, water falling from his muscled perfection. His shorts clung to his bottom, outlining the firm cheeks of his ass.

“That sucks,” I muttered.

An hour later, we were ensconced in our air-conditioned hotel room, and mom was finally lucid.

“God, I drank too much.”

“Let’s order room service and chill here,” offered Stephen.

“I’m taking a shower.”

“Thanks for putting up with me, Emma.”

“Mom. Stop that. You’re no trouble.”

She groaned, taking off her hat and scratching her head. “I need a shower.”

“Take a one-legged bath, and I’ll wash your hair,” offered Stephen.

She laughed, “It’s come to that, hasn’t it?”

I left them and went to my room, where I quickly stripped and stepped into a shower that was floor to ceiling granite. I’d burned my shoulders a little, but nothing else. My chest had withstood the sun rather well, mostly because I had slathered on a ridiculous amount of sunscreen.

We ate dinner on our patio, which had a view of the marina. I stared at the yachts and wondered about the boat’s wealthy owners. They were probably captains of industry or self-made millionaires with nothing better to do than cruise the Caribbean and visit port after exciting port. I imagined they shopped and spent lavishly in the swanky stores that lined Front Street.