Make a move!

She looked at you expectantly, probably waiting for you to say something rather than just stand there with your mouth semi-agape. After all, you were the one who had kissed her. When another minute passed without a word from you the older woman rolled her eyes and stood up.

“That’s the problem with young boys, no control over themselves” she commented as she stretched. “It’s a wonder you’re even working on this set.”

Her words were meaningful but you could care less. Instead your eyes were glued to the sexy stomach and midriff that were being exposed due to her stretching, seeing as she was still clad in her earlier outfit. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice or you might’ve gotten an earful. However it did finally get your brain into gear (both of them).

“Listen, Ms. Miller…” you started, partially trying to buy yourself time and trying to save your job. The last thing you needed was for this to get out into the world.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone know about this. Just don’t make it more than it is” Marisa said while walking around the room. Despite her words, her actions were very casual and her body language was hardly defensive. Almost inviting. Or maybe you were just looking for excuses to do what you were going to do.

You walked up behind Marisa and grasped her curvy hips and spun her around to face you. Marisa looked at you with an unsurprised look, merely grinning back at you. “You took longer than I thought to take the bait” she said, leaving you somewhat dumbfounded. “I mean, the kiss, the stretching. I expected you to pounce me.”

“So you wanted me to make a move?” you question and she responds by putting her arms around your neck.

“I’m a model, my husband is a professional baseball player…we have a pretty open marriage” That turned you on even more, and despite the questions you had you knew an opportunity when you saw one and this was as close to an invitation to fuck as you were going to get.

Immediately you reached up pawing at the first thing on your mind, her breast. Marisa rolled her eyes but before she could say anything you pressed your lips against hers forcefully. After a moment she pulled away, much to your disappointment and annoyance since your erection was now painfully hard in your pants.

“I don’t do the kissing thing” the blonde bombshell told you.

Her words fell on deaf ears though as you pulled her back against you, kissing her again while your hands moved under her shirt to fondle her breast. Her shirt and your clothes were in the way and you momentarily pulled away to get rid of them.

You watched as her eyes trailed downward and took some pride in the gasp she gave. Now you just had to decide where to go from here.