Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1149: Kasumi In Black Lace

Kasumi’s embarrassment was palpable, her body tensing as the attendant’s gaze swept over her. She could feel the woman’s professional assessment—her eyes flickering over Kasumi’s figure, taking in her curves, her height, the way her body would look in the lingerie.

It was all very clinical, but Kasumi still felt exposed, as if the attendant could see right through her.

I, however, was thoroughly enjoying the moment. My fingers traced idle patterns on Kasumi’s hip, my voice low and teasing. "What do you think, Oka-san? Something romantic?"

Kasumi groaned, her forehead pressing against my shoulder as she tried to hide her face. "Jack, please..." she muttered, her voice muffled.

The attendant, sensing Kasumi’s discomfort but mistaking it for shyness, decided to take the lead. "Why don’t we start with a classic?" She turned and walked toward a display of black lace sets, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

"This is one of our most popular collections. The lace is handcrafted, and the fit is divine." She held up a set—a bra with delicate straps and a matching thong, the fabric so sheer it was almost transparent.

Kasumi’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took in the design. "T-That’s..." She swallowed hard, her gaze darting between the lingerie and me, her voice barely a whisper. "This is so embarrassing..."

I grinned, my voice a low murmur in her ear. "But you’d look amazing in it."

The attendant nodded in agreement, her smile warm. "Oh, absolutely. With your figure, this would be stunning." She held the set against Kasumi’s body, her professional eye assessing the fit. "Your measurements are perfect for this style. The lace would accentuate your curves beautifully."

Kasumi’s face was on fire, her hands clutching at my arm as if it were a lifeline. "Jack..." she hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of mortification and something else—something that looked suspiciously like curiosity.

I didn’t let up. My fingers tightened slightly on her waist, my voice a whisper. "Try it on... For me, Oka-san..."

Kasumi let out a choked sound, her gaze flickering to the fitting rooms at the back of the store. The area was secluded, the curtains thick and plush, promising privacy. But the thought of stepping into one, of undressing in a public place—even one as elegant as this—made her stomach twist.

The attendant, sensing her hesitation, gave her an encouraging smile. "The fitting rooms are completely private. And I promise, you’ll feel like a goddess in this." She held out the set, her voice gentle but persuasive.

Kasumi hesitated for a long moment, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch the lace. The fabric was soft, delicate, the texture like a whisper against her skin. She bit her lip, her gaze flickering to me, her voice a whisper. "Fine... But only because you’re being ridiculous..."

I grinned, my voice triumphant. "That’s my Oka-san."

The attendant beamed, leading Kasumi toward the fitting rooms. "Right this way." She pulled back one of the velvet curtains, revealing a spacious, mirror-lined room with a plush bench and a small vanity. "Take your time. And if you need any help with the fit, just let me know."

Kasumi stepped inside, the curtain falling shut behind her with a soft whoosh. I could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the soft click of the lock engaging.

My imagination ran wild, picturing her standing there, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and something else—something warmer, something more intimate.

A few minutes later, the curtain parted slightly, and Kasumi’s voice, laced with mortification, floated out. "J-Jack..." Her tone was a mix of frustration and shyness. "This is so embarrassing..."

I stepped closer, my voice low. "What’s wrong, Oka-san?"

The curtain opened just enough for her to poke her head out, her face a deep, flustered red. "I—I can’t..." She gestured vaguely behind her, her voice a whisper. "This is... it’s too much..."

I pushed the curtain aside gently, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the sight of her. The black lace set clung to her body like a second skin, the fabric sheer enough to tease but opaque enough to leave just a little to the imagination.

The bra cupped her full, heavy breasts, the lace doing little to hide their shape, the deep cleavage between them a tantalizing valley. The thong hugged her hips, the fabric disappearing between her thighs, the outline of her pussy lips just visible beneath the delicate material.

Kasumi’s hands were a flurry of motion—one covering her breasts, the other pressed between her thighs, as if she could shield herself from my gaze.

But it only made the moment more intimate, more real. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "W-What do you like about this?" she stammered, her voice trembling, her eyes darting everywhere but at me.

I swallowed hard, my gaze tracing the curves of her body, the way the lace accentuated every dip and swell. My voice was rough, my throat dry. "Everything," I managed, my voice a whisper. "You’re beautiful, Oka-san..."

Kasumi’s face burned, her fingers tightening over herself as if she could disappear. But there was a flicker of something in her eyes—pride, maybe, or pleasure at my reaction. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and longing. "This is... it’s too much..."

I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to gently pull hers away from her body. My fingers traced the lace over her breast, my touch feather-light, reverent. "It’s perfect," I murmured, my voice husky. "You’re perfect."

Kasumi’s breath hitched, her body trembling under my touch. For a moment, we just stood there, the air between us thick with tension, with unspoken desire. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, she pushed my hand away, her voice flustered but firm. "Jack, stop..." But there was no real force behind her words, only a breathless plea.

I chuckled, my voice soft, my eyes never leaving hers. The way she stood there—flustered, beautiful, and utterly captivating—made my chest tighten.

"Okay, Oka-san..." I stepped back, my fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before I forced myself to give her space.

Every fiber of my being screamed to stay, to pull her closer, to lose myself in the warmth of her body and the heat of her blush. But I resisted, my voice a whisper. "But you’re keeping this one."