I should have been nervous while slipping downstairs and heading to the guest bedroom on the main level. But I was bold in the way only a twenty-year-old woman could be. As long as I was careful and kept quiet, I knew I'd be able to carry out my plan.

And that plan? To seduce my stepfather's cousin, who was currently staying with us. While my mom and stepdad slept on upstairs, I'd pay a furtive visit to a man thirty years my senior. Not once did I consider the possibility that he'd turn me away.

A nightlight in the hallway provided illumination for me as I padded on bare feet over the long, plush runner. I was naked beneath my oversized sleep shirt. My hair, dyed a vibrant blonde to brighten up my natural dull brown locks, was a bit tousled. I didn't want to appear too put together; this needed to seem like it occurred to me on the spur of the moment. 

But I'd been thinking about it for the last couple of days, since Vic first arrived. He was in town on business, and my stepfather, Ron, invited him to stay at our house.

I'd originally met Vic at Mom and Ron's wedding. Vic and Ron had grown up together and remained close, so Vic was the best man. I hadn't paid him much attention then. In my role as bridesmaid (my aunt was the matron of honor), I spoke to him only briefly. Though Vic was married, his wife didn't attend the ceremony and following reception. She apparently had some other engagement that couldn't be missed, and Vic seemed happy enough on his own. 

He wasn't all that attractive, which was probably the reason I'd ignored him at the start. Several inches shorter than Ron, he had thinning gray hair and looked every bit his age. If I were being kind, I'd admit he possessed a subtle sex appeal, like that of a bookish professor. 

Still, if we'd passed each other on the street as strangers, I wouldn't have given him a second glance. 

But something about him during this particular visit captured my attention. He was courteous to a fault, and I could tell Mom enjoyed his conversation as much as Ron. While Vic politely asked me about my studies, he never let his stare linger on me for too long. He wasn't overconfident, the way so many guys could be. Even when joking with Ron, his humor was understated. There was nothing loud or brazen about the man.

He didn't ogle my tits when I wore a skintight crop top; he didn't leer at my bare thighs. I had to respect him for making no attempt to flirt with me on those occasions when we found ourselves alone in a room. If anything, he was almost shy. 

Maybe he was simply a realist. After all, I was way out of his league. Of course, that hadn't stopped plenty of other guys from acting like a fool in my presence.

But as gentlemanly as Vic was, I occasionally caught him sneaking hungry glances my way, like a starving man trying to satisfy himself with scraps. That was what drew my notice. I began imagining how he'd react if I made a move. Would he give in right away? Would he jump at the chance to touch and kiss me? 

Tonight, I was determined to find out.

The guest room door was slightly ajar, and it made only the faintest squeak when I pushed it farther open. Through the shadows, I discerned Vic's form. He was lying on his back, his face turned from me. I could hear his deep, even breathing. 

I took a step into the room, and then another. Already, I was growing wet between my thighs. As I drew closer, I saw Vic was shirtless. His palm rested on his chest. I longed to extend my hand and stroke his face, but I figured I needed to be more daring than that. It would be best if I took total advantage of the element of surprise.

So I drew back the covers and climbed onto the bed. My movements roused him from what must have been a light sleep. Turning to face me, his features were still hidden in shadow.

"Tess?" he said in a low voice. "What are you doing in here? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I assured him.

Then I yanked my sleep shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

His gasp sounded comically dramatic. The hallway nightlight was only a faint glow within the bedroom, but it was enough to reveal my bare breasts. Instead of reaching for me, Vic remained still.

"Tess, we can't do this. Ron and your mom would never forgive me, and—"

I knew the next words he intended to speak: I'm married.

So I leaned forward and pressed a finger against his lips. "Shh. No one's gonna find out."

Before Vic could muster up another protest, I delved beneath the covers and pulled them back over me. Now, I was enveloped in his warmth, and in his scent. Sliding my hand along his thigh, I discovered he wore only boxers.

Aware I didn't have all night, I pressed my face against Vic's groin and nuzzled his dick. I heard another gasp, followed by a groan. 

"Tess." His voice was pleading. Yet I knew I had him.

Had there ever been any doubt that he would give in to my advances? Not in my mind. At this point in my life, I had both youth and beauty on my side. I also had more power than I would ever again possess. Sure, I'd probably remain gorgeous through my twenties and even into my thirties. Or I might get married to the wrong guy, or even the right one, and let myself go while stuck in the monotonous routine of work and home life. Year after year, my allure would fade, and I'd be forced to settle for less and less.

I'd be a fool not to make the most of my assets now.

And Vic would be a fool to turn me down. Maybe it was for my own amusement, and to feed my own insatiable ego, but for whatever reason, I'd chosen this man. I was doing him a favor. 

In return, I wanted him to be utterly smitten with me.

While using my lips to tease Vic's cock through his boxers, I realized my pussy was sopping wet. Instead of trying to push me away, Vic opened his legs wider so I could settle between them. 

"Baby, we need to stop." His breath was coming faster. 

"Just let me enjoy you," I murmured.

He didn't resist when I began pulling down his boxers. No, he lifted off the bed so I could strip him naked. Under the covers, I was hot and flushed, but I decided to stay hidden. If I remained out of sight, Vic might have an easier time giving in.

His body was certainly responding! In my hand, his cock rapidly hardened. I made an eager noise while licking him from base to tip. 

"Ah, Christ! Tess, you shouldn't..."

That was far from a no. Nothing like stop. If it made him feel better to pretend he was trying to dissuade me, I was okay with those weak efforts. Meanwhile, his dick pulsed against my tongue.

His skin was warm and salty. The mushroom head of his cock had a lovely feel between my lips. "Mmm," I moaned all around him.

"Your mouth feels incredible!"

His words made me throw off the covers and reveal myself. I sensed him lift his head to watch me as I took more of his dick. With my hand, I stroked the part of his shaft that my lips hadn't yet reached. Unlike the guys I'd sucked off in the past, Vic had plenty of pubic hair. Either his wife preferred the natural look or she hadn't given him head in ages. I guessed the latter.

"That's so good!" Even as Vic gave me praise, his tone sounded anguished. His conscience was still gnawing at him. 

Pulling off to take a breath, I kept moving my hand up and down his dick. He was rock-hard in my grasp. "I've been wanting to do this since you got here," I told him.

Vic propped himself up, and I wished I could see his face better.

"Why?" he asked. "You could have absolutely anyone."

"But I want you," I said just before taking him deep. I had to fight my gag reflex when his cockhead pushed into my throat.

He fell back against the pillow, as if I was sucking all the strength out of him. I felt his hand on my head, caressing my hair. 

"You've already got me close!" he confessed. "It's been a while since..."

Again, I pulled off, only to kiss and lick his sac. A tremor of arousal coursed through him when I tried to draw both his heavy balls into my mouth. I liked the fact that his taste and scent were stronger than what I was used to. 

The moment he choked out my name, I stopped stroking his dick. Though I sensed his confusion, I knew he wouldn't ask me to finish.

Sitting up, I moved to straddle his thighs. In seconds, I was positioned exactly where I needed to be, with my entrance just above his tip.

"Tess, we can't. It isn't right."

I waited for Vic to maneuver me off of him, but he remained lying still. With my fingers, I teased his cock.

"You want to, don't you?" I asked.

"More than anything! But—"

He abruptly fell silent when I sank down. Now, his cockhead was pressing against my flesh, ready to slide into me.

"Let me," I urged. "Let me feel you inside my pussy."

Vic didn't protest any further. I had to bite back a grin when he grabbed my hips and guided me lower. 

Inch by inch, I descended. The sensation of his impressive tip within my walls made me release a pleasured sigh. I was tight around him; I could feel his body trembling beneath me. 

His grip strengthened when I began to move. Undulating my hips, I rode him with a languid rhythm. Though I made every effort to control my pace, Vic was soon panting. His arousal fed mine. Taking hold of his hands, I brought them to my breasts. 

Immediately, he fondled my nipples, and I took him faster. It wasn't often that I approached orgasm this quickly, especially when my clit wasn't being stimulated. But this man's touch made me wild. He was so hungry, so... grateful. He took nothing for granted.

When my thighs started shaking, I slowed my pace and leaned forward. I wanted Vic to come with me, and I sensed he was close. 

As soon as I eased against him, he embraced me in a kind of bear hug, pinning my arms at my sides. Then he bucked his hips hard and fast, pumping his cock inside me. Our bodies made a clapping sound each time they connected, and my faint cries held a quaver from the force of his fucking.

I climaxed in his arms. My mouth opened to scream, but I somehow resisted that urge and released only a groan instead. Could Vic feel the contractions rippling through my muscles? Could he feel my pussy milking his cock?

I thought so, for he suddenly flipped me onto my back. I was surprised by his speed, his strength. Before I could say a word, he withdrew and took his cock in hand. In the shadows, I watched him frantically jerk off; he was clearly desperate for his own orgasm.

Cum spurted onto my lower belly. It was hot and thick, like a glaze. More landed on my smooth mound. As Vic continued stroking, and drops of semen dotted my skin, he groaned and panted, sounding as if he'd rid himself of a heavy burden.

"My God!" For a long moment, he remained kneeling, trying to recover. I was still trembling as I reached for my night shirt and mopped up the mess. 

"Sorry about that," he told me. "I didn't mean to... I just wanted to be careful."

"I loved it," I assured him with a smile. "But you could have come inside me. I have an IUD."

Gingerly, Vic lay down at my side. Though he didn't speak, I sensed he was reeling from what had just happened. Post-nut clarity probably had him wondering if he'd destroyed his life with this indiscretion. 

I didn't plan to stick around while he wallowed in guilt. Holding my soiled shirt to my chest, I started to sit up. "I should go."

He grasped my arm to stop me. "Wait, Tess." Sitting up as well, he searched my face in the semidarkness. "I have no idea why you chose to come down here tonight, but..." He ran a hand through his hair, struggling for the right words. "You've made me feel amazing, and I hope I was able to please you, too."

I beamed at him. "Didn't you feel how hard I came while you were inside me?"

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his mouth. It was a mere peck, the most innocent thing I'd done since entering his room. But he moaned at the feel of my lips against his.

"And don't stay up worrying," I whispered. "I promise you can trust me. We just had a little fun, that's all."

As I slipped from the bed and started toward the door, I could feel his stare on me. Since my shirt was damp with semen, I didn't bother to put it back on. I'd take my chances sneaking back upstairs while naked. 

Before heading down the hall, I looked over my shoulder. Vic was still sitting up in bed, watching me leave.

"Sleep well," I told him in a breezy voice. "I know I will."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Not Tess, but sweetheart. I turned away before he caught sight of my grin.

I had no doubt he'd soon be needing another favor.