Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1150: Boner in the Fitting Room

Kasumi’s face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, her fingers trembling as they clutched the lace at her chest. She let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper.

”Don’t... don’t think about strange things...” Her gaze flickered away, her embarrassment palpable.

”You’re still injured...” With that, she pressed her palm against my chest, pushing me gently but firmly out of the fitting room. The lace of her bra brushed against my skin as she moved, the contact electric, sending a jolt through me that I had to fight to ignore.

I stumbled back slightly, my hand instinctively reaching out to steady myself against the doorframe.

The curtain swayed as she drew it shut again, the fabric swishing softly as it blocked her from view. But not before I caught the way her fingers trembled as she adjusted the lace, the way her breath hitched as she realized how exposed she still was.

I stood there for a moment, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure the entire store could hear it.

My mind was a loop of the image of her in that lingerie—the way the black lace had clung to her curves like a lover’s touch, the way her hands had trembled as they tried (and failed) to cover herself, the way her eyes had darted away in that delicious, shy embarrassment.

The memory was seared into my brain, a vision I knew I’d replay in my darkest, most private moments for the rest of my life.

The rustle of fabric behind the curtain snapped me back to reality. A second later, the velvet parted, and Kasumi stepped out, now dressed in her kimono.

The soft, flowing fabric draped over her like a second skin, the deep indigo color making her flushed face stand out even more. Her hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands escaping the loose knot at the nape of her neck, and her fingers fidgeted with the obi sash as if she were still trying to compose herself.

She looked at me, her eyes darting around the store—anywhere but at me—before her gaze finally, inevitably, dropped lower.

And then it stopped.

Her breath hitched.

I followed her line of sight and realized, with a jolt, what she was staring at. The tent in my pants was impossible to miss.

The fabric of my slacks was stretched taut, the outline of my arousal straining against the zipper, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I let out a slow, shaky breath, my face heating. Damn it.

Kasumi’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as if she were about to say something, but no words came out. Instead, she just stood there, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red, her gaze locked onto the very obvious bulge.

I cleared my throat, my voice rough with amusement and something far more primal. ”It’s Oka-san’s fault...” I gestured helplessly at myself, my voice laced with mock frustration. ”How am I supposed to go out like this?”

Kasumi’s blush deepened, but there was a spark in her eyes now—something playful, something knowing. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping to a shy, coquettish whisper.

”Hm... How can it be my fault?” She took a step closer, her kimono swaying with the movement, the scent of her—jasmine, warm skin, and something uniquely her—filling my senses. ”It’s obviously you...”

I groaned, my head falling back slightly as I fought the urge to pull her against me. The way she said it—teasing, yet innocent—made my pulse spike. ”Oka-san,” I said, my voice a low growl, ”you know exactly whose fault this is?”

Kasumi bit her lower lip, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh as she took another step forward. The space between us was charged, electric, the air thick with something unspoken but palpable.

She was close enough now that I could feel the heat radiating off her, could see the way her breath made the fabric of her kimono ripple slightly. ”Is it... hurting?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes flickering between my face and the tent in my pants.

I shook my head, my voice thick with need. ”No...” The word came out rougher than I intended, my throat tight as I fought to maintain some semblance of control. I inhaled deeply, my senses overwhelmed by her—her scent, her warmth, the way her presence made my entire body thrum with a need so intense it bordered on pain.

The fragrance of her kimono, subtle and floral, wrapped around me like a spell. It was a delicate blend of jasmine and cherry blossom, with an undercurrent of something warmer, something uniquely her—the faint musk of her skin, the heat radiating from her body. It was intoxicating.

I clenched my fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I resisted the urge to reach for her, to pull her against me and lose myself in the softness of her kimono, the warmth of her skin.

”But it’s uncomfortable...” I admitted, my voice a low growl. The ache was almost unbearable, a constant, throbbing reminder of how close she was, how tempting she was.

Kasumi’s lips curled into a small, mischievous smile, though her cheeks were still flushed a deep, rosy pink.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me. The way her eyes flickered down to the tent in my pants before snapping back up, the way her fingers toyed with the edge of her kimono sleeve—it was all deliberate, a tease she couldn’t resist.

”You are still thinking about it...” she said, her voice soft but laced with amusement. She took a step closer, her kimono swaying gently with the movement, the fabric brushing against my arm.

The contact was electric, sending a jolt through me that made my breath hitch. ”That’s why it is like this...” She tilted her head, her voice taking on a mock-serious tone, as if she were a teacher scolding a wayward student. ”Calm down...”

I let out a choked laugh, my voice rough. ”Oka-san...” I said, my gaze locking onto hers, ”You can’t seriously expect me to calm down when you’re standing there, looking like that...” I gestured vaguely at her, my hand trembling slightly as I fought the urge to touch her.

The kimono hugged her curves in all the right places, the fabric doing little to hide the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.

Kasumi’s blush deepened, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she reached out, her fingers hovering just above my chest, not quite touching but close enough that I could feel the heat of her skin.

”Jack...” she said, her voice a whisper, her eyes sparkling with mischief. ”You need to control yourself...”