Challenge Accepted

Yes, she was the adult. She couldn’t have this kid thinking he was more mature, or more capable than her. For many years she’d worked to earn the respect she had in her job, in her personal life, in everything. She couldn’t have him thinking he was God’s gift to women just because he’d managed to bed a few college girls. So, he thought she couldn’t get his blood boiling? She laughed to herself. As the adult, it was her place to teach this teenager what a real woman could do. And it definitely didn’t have anything to do with the fact she wanted to see him naked and erect, just like he was back at the lake…

No, no, that most definitely wasn’t it. Besides, he wouldn’t be the one getting naked. She would be. Or near enough, under this mesh, she thought as she looked it over again. She was nervous, thinking about being so bare, so on display for a man…no, a boy. Because that’s what he was, just a teenage boy who thought he wouldn’t be aroused by her body after seeing a few eighteen and nineteen-year olds naked. It was time that he learned the effects of an older woman’s body, a real woman’s body, the body of a woman who had worked to build the perfect shape, rather than some young cute thing who’d managed to strike a balance between growth spurts and puppy fat.

She didn’t know that Kurt already knew how delightful a mature woman could be. Monica Bishop had seen to that. But thinking that her twenty-six-year-old body would be a revelation to Kurt, she turned to him and said, “Wait here,” before disappearing into the ensuite.

Standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, she wondered what the fuck she was doing. Breaking into an apartment to search it for clues and now she was in the bathroom, planning to strip off, just to prove to a young man who had a crush on her that he still had the hots for her. She should be over this high school bullshit, but instead she found her eyes roaming over her body in the reflection, analysing it over the Ranger uniform. She pivoted one way, and then the other, admiring how her medium sized tits stretched out her shirt and noticing how full and round her ass appeared, tucked into her pants.

Would Kurt really find her attractive? She began to doubt herself but one look at the lingerie in her hand assured herself that he would. He had picked it out specifically for her, because he’d imagined her wearing it and imagined it looking good on her. And yet he tried to claim he didn’t want her. Jennifer smirked triumphantly as she laid the lingerie over the sink and set to work unbuttoning her shirt with her fingers. One by one they popped, and the shirt fell open, sliding over the sides of her full breasts. Her toned stomach and bra were unveiled as the sides of her shirt pulled apart. Untucking it from her trousers, she slid it down over her arms and tossed the clothing aside.

Next, she reached down. Bending her knees slightly, but pushing her ass high into the air, she pulled out the laces of her boots. She kicked them off, right, then left, hurling them in the same direction as her shirt, her hands already moving to her belt before she’d even completely thrown them aside.

With her belt undone, she unbuttoned and unzipped the trousers. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of the pants and pushed them down, feeling them glide smoothly over her shaved, toned thighs. When they’d passed her knees, she let go, allowing gravity to finish the job as the trousers fell into a pool at her feet. Looking down again reminded her; socks. She pulled those off too, shivering when her soles touched the cold bathroom floor, as she tossed the socks, and the trousers, both onto the clothing pile she’d accumulated.

Jennifer looked at the lingerie. The tight-fitting mesh and the hole at the crotch made it obvious that it was not intended to be worn with underwear. She only hoped that the fishnetting would be able to hide the sagging in her breasts as much as her bra did. Biting her bottom lip, she reached around behind herself, feeling for the clasp. She caught it with her thumb and forefinger, pinching with repeated expertise and feeling an immediate release of pressure about her chest. Slipping the bra from her shoulders, she watched her breasts bounce into view, jiggling into freedom. They barely sagged at all, thanks to her active lifestyle and gym attendance, but Jennifer could remember seven years ago when they sat upon her chest, almost as perky, if not quite as full, as Victoria’s.

Dropping the bra on to the mound of clothes, Jennifer then reached for the lingerie, skipping her black, lace panties. It seemed like it would be going too far to take those off. Getting half naked and wrapping herself in a bodystocking seemed okay to the Ranger, but taking off her panties was just a step too far. Something about keeping her panties on just made the situation seem innocent and playful. Educational even. She was certain that she could steal Kurt’s attention, panties or no.

Taking up the fishnet mesh bodystocking, she held it below her and stepped inside. She pushed her foot all the way through the leg, though it was harder than it sounds. The stocking material didn’t allow for her to simply slide her leg along, but rather it had to be worked up the leg, bit by bit, inch by inch, until her feet slipped out the ankle holes. And then the process had to begin all over again with the other leg. Then it had to be worked up her thighs and over her ass.

Once her bottom half was successfully covered by the lingerie, she pushed her arms inside the sleeves, and her head through the neck hole. Again, harder than it sounds. The mesh had to be worked up the arms just like the legs, but now with the added complication of not being able to use the hand of the arm she was currently shoving through the mesh. And the neck hole tugged at her hair. Finally, she reached behind herself and fixed the clasps along the back, just like hooking up a bra. All in all, the whole process of putting on the bodymesh alone must have taken half an hour at least.

Hot damn. She gazed at herself in the mirror, at her toned, fit body wrapped up in fishnet stocking. She could feel a dampness in her panties even just looking at herself. This was sure to get any man’s heart racing, no matter how mature or experienced he might think himself. She spun left, noticing her erect nipples protruding through the netting, and then right, biting her lip as she marvelled at how the mesh stretched over her heart shaped buttocks.

Yet, something was still missing. She reached into her trouser pocket and retrieved a hair tie, wrapping her hair up in a ponytail in seconds. Now she looked hot, and in charge.

Her resolve wavered. Why was she doing this? Was it really that important to teach this kid a lesson? No, she admitted to herself finally, there was more to it. She hadn’t had sex in months. This fucking dry spell seemed to be lasting forever. She’d had a boyfriend a year ago, when Kurt had asked her out, but several weeks later they’d broken up because she worked too much. And she hadn’t been properly fucked since. And no, her fingers and her dildo didn’t count. She was getting so ****, she was almost ready to take Colin up on his offer of a date, but she didn’t like mixing business with pleasure. Though she was this fucking close to forgetting all about that and jumping him right on top of his desk back at the ranger station.

All she needed was to know that she was wanted. She wanted a virile young man to tell her she was still hot, that, given the chance, he’d still fuck her. To feel desired. Despite only being in her mid-twenties, this dry spell had left her feeling put out to pasture. Young women were getting fucked by two men at once down at the lake, while she was too busy, too picky, to find just one man to give her the time of day. But Kurt would change that. She would make him admit his feelings and then she’d be good.

With one final, deep breath, she opened the ensuite, and stepped back into the master bedroom, modelling the lingerie and her nearly naked body.

“Oh shit!” Kurt’s eyes bugged out, looking up the moment she stepped across the threshold.

Jennifer shrieked with glee, like a school girl, shocked that he would admit his true feelings so quickly. Still, she teased him a little further, twisting one way, then the other, and asked, “So, you like it?”

“Fuck, yeah, that’s hot,” Kurt cheered, his eyes ogling every part of her body.

“You do want me then?” Jennifer questioned him, stepping closer. “You do still want me, even after all this time.”

Kurt grinned, smug, and shook his head. “Nope,” he quipped.

“No?” Jennifer took another step forward, her feet now between his. “Didn’t you just say I was hot?”

“I’m still a man, not a eunuch. I can recognise a sexy woman when I see one,” Kurt said, his eyes flowing up over her body, standing in between his legs, mere inches away from him. “But you’ll notice I haven’t moved. You’re the one who’s come to me. That proves that you want me more than I want you, doesn’t it?”

Jennifer wanted to shake her head, but it was probably true. She did probably want his more than he did. Hell, she needed it more than he did. But to admit that was to lose. Though, she’d already won. He’d said she was hot the moment he saw her. That was the ego boost she’d wanted. Confirmation that men still found her hot. Yet…hadn’t she also wanted him to say he wanted her? Men might think she was beautiful or sexy, but it was no good if they weren’t also willing to fuck her.

And there was one sure-fire way of knowing if Kurt was up for it…