Not only was he positioned such that his wide back was against me, but the fourth step down from the top creaked horribly, so we could hear anybody arriving.

He undid my shorts and left them hanging loosely over my hips. He kissed the side of my neck as his fingers stroked over the tender flesh at the top of my black silk pant legs, which were edged with white lace.

My body shook with fear.

What choice did I have? Carl's little touches on the lace across my belly had the promise of pleasure, and I was fucking ready for it. And I needed to get it out of...