Clover
Clover flounces down the steps, her thighs clenching together with every step, a playful smile biting at her lips. She's wearing a pair of skin-tight leggings with a pink thong a size too small. It presses oh so deliciously into her clit and enticingly rubs against the length of her ass. Last minute, she decided to ditch her bra. Her girls practically stand up on their own anyway. She's all-natural under her slinky blue crop top.
There's light laughter filtering in from the kitchen. Clover's bare feet pad against the wooden flooring as giant butterflies take flight in her stomach. She's been waiting all week for him to show up at their annual Friday night dinner get-togethers.
Her father works for a prestigious firm filled to the brim with handsome young men with enough ambitions to make your teeth hurt. They'd trot through her house at dinner parties like they were going to be the big next thing. That's the thing, they never came back, they never made it big because they weren't man enough to play with the big boys upstairs. Name in point, Mr. Grayson.
He fills up a room with not only his presence, stern attitude, but also his big bulky body. He absolutely dominates anyone who underestimates him because of his appearance. He's so much of a man it makes Clover itch to see him come undone. It's been her life goal to see him rattled. To see his composure slip. Make him say something outrages from between those tightly guarded lips.
Clover has repeatedly tried her wits on him over the years, but he always seems to know what to say and how to counter her. Tired of defeat, she decides it is about time she goes in for a win by using her feminine charm.
She knows how boys look at her at college. How they drool over her extra-large breasts and her round perky ass, but she's never been interested in them. They do nothing to entice her. To challenge her.
Sashaying confidently into the kitchen, Clover plasters on a fake cheerful smile. Hiding the devious one just lying below the surface.
Both her dad and Mr. Grayson turn their heads as she enters. Mr. Grayson sits on one of the bar stools just off to the side behind the kitchen island. Today he's wearing a dark charcoal suit with his short brown hair neatly combed back. A couple years back, he started to grow grey hairs around his temples and sideburns. Adding sophistication and maturity to his outwards appearance.
"Did you finish your college prep, Clover?" Her dad has his back to her, flipping the stir fry in the wok.
"Sure did," she smiles brightly even though his back is to her. Clover makes her way over to Mr. Grayson and gives him a big hug around his neck. "Hi, Mr. Grayson, here for my dad's famous stir fry?" She leans back a bit and gives him a wink.
He stiffens for a moment, not used to her flinging her arms around him and hugging him. She started trying it out a couple months ago. But got nothing more than a light pat on her back. He does that now, but Clover doesn't let go. Instead, she takes advantage of the closeness to rub her braless tits against his broad chest. Her slender form rests against his long leg.
She's never stayed so close to him, and for the first time, his male scent fills her nose. A deep musky smell with hints of timber. She inhales deeper and decides she likes it.
"You smell really good, Mr. Grayson." She leans back, her hands still wrapped around his neck. Her slinky top falls lower, revealing the soft slopes of her pressed-together breasts. His face is perfectly schooled, not even a trace of a ruffled feather.
"Damn it," she thought. She's just going to have to try harder.
"Thank you, Clover." He gently tugs her hands from his neck. "Why don't you find somewhere else to sit?"
"Sure thing!" She beams at him.
He'd just given her the best idea.
She squeezes her small body between him and the counter. Immobilizing him from backing away or getting up to leave. Stepping onto the small brass bar at the bottom of the island, she leans forwards and plants her peachy ass right between his legs. His stomach's girth helps pin her against the counter so she won't slip to the floor. It's not the most comfortable position, but it's worth a try.
"Clover," his voice is low, sending a shiver through her body.
"It's working!" she beams inside.
"This isn't what I meant."
"It's okay, isn't it, Mr. Grayson?" She pulls out her other secret weapon. The man simply can't say no to her.
"Clover, don't pester the man." Her dad says over his shoulder. He's too concentrated on the sizzling vegetables to turn around.
"It's fine," Mr. Grayson says.
He shifts slightly underneath her. Hopefully, he's feeling the lack of underwear? Clover leans forwards on her elbows and reaches for a stray vegetable that didn't make it into the wok. She can feel her crop top hike up, further exposing her back. She can feel the tail of her thong pokes just above her leggings. Mr. Grayson breaths in deeply behind her. His stomach pushes her a little too tightly into the counter. Her body strums with power, but instead of placing a hand on her, he reaches for his glass of wine. Her ego deflates. The man is unbreakable.
Her father starts a conversation with Mr. Grayson while Clover stews in her thoughts. How to make a man bow to her will? She adjusts her butt in his lap as she thinks. If tonight doesn't pan out, she's going to have to ask her friend for advice. Her friend constantly obsesses over guys, though she's never dated before. Clover's hope falters once more, maybe not the best idea.
Mr. Grayson grunts, bringing her out of her thoughts. The two men are still deep in conversation while something hard wedges against her left butt cheek. She thinks it's something in his pocket and wriggles her butt to move it out of the way. Instead, it seems to fall because it gets bigger and more uncomfortable. She can't think with the big object pushing against her, and she tries to move again.
Mr. Grayson grabs hold of her hip and steadies her in place. His fingers brush against the bare skin of her stomach. His hand is so big it's almost long enough to span past her belly button. The protrusion still presses into her, and she tries to move, but his grip on her tightens.
Clover briefly looks over her shoulder, annoyed that he won't let her move. His face is hard, but there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his jaw looks to be clenching together. Looking back over the kitchen island, she feels a triumphant moment race through her. He almost looks like he's uncomfortable!
Score one for Clover.
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Clover & Grayson
Romance- Clover - She's determined to make him squirm. To make him expose his inner emotions. She'll do just about anything to feel unadulterated satisfaction in seeing him come undone. That's what she wants until she realizes that maybe she wants more whe...
