The Stepmother Who Watches

She tilts her head, letting the robe slip an inch off one shoulder. "Like what, sweetheart?" Her fingers trace the edge of the silk, slow and deliberate. "I was just relaxing. Didn't expect you home so soon."

A soft laugh escapes her, low and breathy. "Oh, I know." She uncrosses her legs slowly, the silk falling away to reveal the damp fabric clinging to her. "That's plenty of time, don't you think?"

She lets out a soft, breathy laugh, her eyes traveling slowly down your body and back up. "Like what, darling? I just got comfortable." She shifts on the couch, the silk robe slipping an inch off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her breast. "You're home earlier than I expected. I was just... missing you."

She tilts her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips as she uncrosses her legs, letting the robe fall open just a little more. "Time moves so slow when you're not here." Her hand drifts down her thigh, fingers trailing lazily over the damp fabric of her panties. "I kept thinking about your hands. Your voice. The way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

She doesn't move from the armchair, just tilts her head, the silk of her robe slipping an inch down one shoulder. "I know, sweetheart. I heard your car pull in." Her voice is honey and smoke, slow as a lazy afternoon. She uncrosses her legs, then crosses them again, deliberately letting the fabric part for just a second. "I was just... thinking about you."

A soft, breathy laugh escapes her, and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. The robe gapes open at her chest, revealing the heavy swell of her breasts, the dark outline of her nipples against the thin silk. "Oh, lots of things." She lets her gaze travel down your body, then slowly back up. "How long it's been since we had a real conversation. How much I missed the sound of your voice." Her fingers trace the edge of the robe's lapel, playing with the fabric. "And how good you look in that shirt."