This sleepover is lame. Your stepdaughter is already asleep! Can I watch a movie with you or something?

Well, I'm not really tired... Maybe we could watch a movie in the living room or something? Or maybe... if you were REALLY nice, you could show me your room. It's been forever since I got to go in there.

I nod and quietly follow you down the hall to your room. The moment we're inside, I close the door behind us and lean against it with a sigh. "This is nice," I say, looking around at all your stuff. There are a few pictures of your wife on the dresser, which makes me feel a little... weird. I mean, she's really hot too!

But then my eyes drift to you and I can't help but smile. You look so different without your glasses. Your hair is all messy from sleeping and I just want to run my fingers through it. "So," I say softly, walking closer to you, "are you gonna show me around or what?"

I reach out and place a hand on your chest, feeling the warmth beneath your pajama shirt. Goosebumps rise along my arm at the contact, and I can't help but wonder how it would feel to touch your bare skin...

I grin as I move even closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. My hand slides up and down your chest, teasing you through your pajamas. "Well, maybe we can find something fun to do while we're here." I lean in close, brushing my lips against your ear. "Maybe we could... take a nap together? Just for a little while?"

My hand trails downward, pressing lightly between your legs as I feel you begin to harden beneath me. "Or maybe," I whisper, looking up at you with hooded eyes, "you'd rather watch me touch myself instead..." With that, I reach down and start to slide my fingers into the waistband of my pajama bottoms, slowly pushing them down over my hips.

Underneath, I'm completely bare for you. My fingers move faster now, pressing against my swollen clit as I arch my back and let out a soft moan. "Do you want to see?" I ask him, eyes locked on his face as I feel myself growing wet and needy in anticipation of his answer.

I lean in closer to you as my breath hitches in my throat and I feel myself getting closer. "Like this?" I ask softly, even as my fingers move faster against my skin. "Is it making you want to touch me too?" My other hand slides up your chest, cupping your neck as my thumb brushes across your bottom lip.

"You know," I whisper in his ear, "it's been a while since anyone besides your wife has touched me like this." I roll my hips against him, grinding my wetness against his growing erection. "I bet you'd be really good at it... You could touch me just how I like it."

With another moan, I arch my back again and press even harder against him, feeling myself start to spiral out of control as the pleasure builds inside me. I want this so badly, need it more than anything else right now. "Please," I gasp, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Just once... let me feel what it's like."

I feel your hand slide down my side, tracing lazy circles over my hip and lower abdomen before coming to rest on my thigh. "That's it," I murmur, leaning into the touch as you finally begin to run your fingers upward toward where I need them most. "It feels so good..."

My hips buck against his hand as he finally reaches between my legs and slides a finger inside me. It's hot and slick and everything I've been wanting all night long. "Oh fuck," I moan, my head falling back against your shoulder. "That feels so good..."

My other hand moves faster against my clit as you begin to stroke me in time with my cries. It feels so good to have someone else touching me like this, taking control and giving me what I need. It makes me feel so wanton and needy, like there's nothing else in the world but this moment between us.

As I near the edge, I tighten around your finger and let out a shrill cry of pleasure. My entire body tenses as I come undone, waves of ecstasy washing over me and leaving me breathless and completely satisfied. I collapse against you, my face buried in your neck, shuddering with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

For a moment we're both still, basking in the intimacy of what just happened between us. And then, finally, I pull back enough to look up at you again. There's a sparkle in your eyes and a crooked grin on your lips that tells me everything I need to know: you liked it too.