Thread: The Shadow Man {Darkest Nightmare & Xanapahia}

Despite all her evident enthusiasm, her body melting against Dean's own and her squeal of delight at his hands cupping her ass, Lydia seemed strangely hesitant when Dean had proposed they go upstairs. He could feel her body stiffen slightly and the giggle she first responded with sounded like a stall to his ears. She even made a half-hearted attempt to get him to stay downstairs, flattening her breasts against his chest to press her case. Maybe she was nervous about the change in venue as it signaled that things were going to get much more serious than might happen on her couch? The reaction was just a little odd, as her gaze was still seductive and she clearly wanted him. Dean didn't dwell on it long, though, because she was soon leading him by the hand up the stairs, that delicious ass swaying in front of him. She caught him glancing at it, but he didn't mind and he let his eyes grow more lecherous, roaming her body with open desire. Now this is more comfortable, Dean said as they entered her room. She seemed almost relieved now as she glanced around it, like she had expected something different when she opened the door. He'd never seen her room before and it was always an interesting view into someone's true self, especially at this age. With Lydia, it was the books that caught his eye. They stood out among the typical high school girl posters, decorations and pink accessories. A giant bookshelf full of them that dominated a wall. He always knew she was into reading, but seeing her collection was impressive. Wow, you have a lot of books! In a surprising display of assertiveness, Lydia pushed him down onto the bed and slapped his reaching hands away from her slender body. For half a second, Dean was annoyed, after all he was incredibly turned on and ready to resume their earlier play. But, a grin quickly appeared on his face as he realized she was going to give him a show. And what a show it was. Lydia had always been so reserved, quiet, and conservative in appearance. What she showed him now was another side of herself, a sensual and very sexual part of her personality that was confident enough to give him this very revealing strip tease. And even more exciting, was the fact that Dean knew she was doing this just for him, to turn him on and make him want her even more, as if that was even possible! Any worries he'd had about how far Lydia would go tonight were forgotten as he watched the girl writhe and touch herself in front him, making him wish his hands were the ones running down her body and gliding over her breasts. The tease of lifting her skirt made his pulse quicken as he hoped to get a glimpse of her thong. When she started to unbutton her shirt, hips swaying in manner that screamed fuck me, Dean licked his lips in breathless anticipation. Fuck you are sexy... strip for me baby, show me your sexy body, I want it, said Dean, cheering her on with a lewd whistle. Not to be outdone, Dean sat up and unzipped his own hoody, pulling it off slowly. He had a t-shirt on underneath and he grasped the bottom of it with his fingers, slowly lifting it over his torso and revealing his abs one ridge at a time. He flung the shirt aside and let Lydia enjoy the sight of his shirtless chest. While slender, he was toned and his muscles very defined and masculine. His shoes were kicked off next, before Dean began to work on his jeans. Lydia flashed her sexy red bra at him before coyly turning to let her shirt fall and only showing him the smooth curve of her creamy skinned back. The red strap of her bra cut across that porcelain flesh and complemented the lustrous red, curly locks that tumbled down the top of her back. Her teasing made Dean even hotter, his need to see her breasts, even if just in her bra, causing an almost painful throb in his cock. And speaking of her bra, could she have picked a less sexual color? It was like she was waving a red flag in front of an angry bull! Fuck he wanted her, so badly. Dean was suddenly distracted with his own disrobing. The jeans had unbuttoned easily, but the zipper was apparently stuck. With a sigh, he dragged his eyes away from the swaying, half-naked red head dancing in front of him and glanced down at his groin. Some fabric had gotten in the teeth of the zipper or something, an annoyance that had never happened to him before with these pants. Grunting, he started to yank on the zipper, trying to pry it loose. The tiny metal tab was hard to get a grip on and he had to use both hands to twist and pull the fabric the other direction. Damn. Fucking. Zipper! Fuck, this stupid zipper! Dean growled out, no longer looking at Lydia as he fought his own pants in a desperate effort to get them off of him. His lust was turning into anger as his wardrobe was sabotaging this special moment. How the fuck could he zipper have gotten stuck?!