Sam nearly crashed the car as he pulled up to Candace’s house. She was absolutely incredible! And incredibly distracting!
She wore a tight white dress that hugged every curve and white sandals. Her breasts, which looked far larger than they had even yesterday, jiggled as she ran toward the car.
She hopped in before he could even get out to hold the door open for her, giving him a brilliant smile. He noticed in his peripheral vision that the short, tight hem of her dress was pulling up again, uncovering precious inches of her sleek thighs. That sight was only peripheral because the majority of his attention was focused on her mouth-wateringly delicious cleavage. Her breasts bulged over the low-cut top of a dress that was clearly made for a less impressive chest.
She reached her slender fingers over to Sam’s thigh and squeezed as she spoke.
“We’ve got to go. I don’t want dad to see me wearing this while I’m out with you. He won’t be happy. He’s pretty protective—especially these days…”
He almost didn’t comprehend what she said, her cleavage and fingers as distracting as anything he could think of. Her words sinking in after a long second, he pressed the accelerator and began driving toward the restaurant.
Her fingers didn’t leave his leg as he began to drive, however. Instead, they rose even higher on his leg, progressing toward his crotch. He felt his pants begin to bulge as her warm hand moved closer. He glanced over to her nervously.
Her long lashes—significantly longer than they were at the movies when he had first noticed— were half-lowered, her eyes focused on her rising hand. She was leaning toward him now, giving him an even better view of her magnificent breasts.
He heard a honk and turned his eyes ahead just in time to swerve back into his lane. Candace didn’t seem to have noticed that he had crossed the center line into oncoming traffic. Thank God for small favors! Insted, she was too intent on the movement of her fingers, now so close to his package that he could practically feel them touching him.
The hair on the back of his neck rose in anticipation. What was she doing?!
She seemed to think the same thing at exactly the same moment because her hand suddenly shot back to her own lap. Sam stole a glance at her. She was staring straight ahead, shrinking into her seat, clearly mortified. She clasped her hands tightly together—so tightly that the skin on the back of her hand around her fingers turned white.
They said little on the rest of the drive to the restaurant. Candace seemed preoccupied by her own thoughts, and she had certainly given him plenty to think about.
As they pulled up to the restaurant, however, she seemed to relax. They both climbed out of the car when they arrived, and Sam got his first proper view of her in her revealing dress.
His eyes lingered over her hourglass shape—was it more exaggerated than he remembered? His eyes found supple hips flaring from a firm, tiny waist and breasts that…
Sam suddenly realized he was blatantly ogling her. His eyes flashed up to hers, which, fortunately looked merely amused and not annoyed.
“The doctors said that I have massive amounts of estrogen and some other stuff that they’ve never seen before in my system,” she said, coquettishly. “I guess it’s causing some changes to my body.”
Looking vaguely embarrassed, she reached behind herself and scratched at her upper back for a moment. When she finished her eyes moved to something on Sam’s upper chest. She walked up to him and brushed a piece of lint from his shirt, then looked up at him and smiled. He noticed that the top of her vibrant red locks came up to his eye line.
“You’re taller!” Sam said in surprise.
“Yes, my legs have been growing…” she said with a seductive wink before turning and climbing the stairs to the restaurant.
...And they’re not the only things that have grown he thought, as he watched the perfect spheres of her backside shift their way up the steps before him.
After watching her swinging hips for a moment longer, he rushed to catch up with her, then scurried ahead to hold open the door. She nodded to him in acknowledgement as she walked inside. Sam smiled at Candace briefly before advising the hostess of his reservation. She grabbed two menus and took them to their seats.
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