Bad Behavior (w/ Hardor)

The night had started pretty simple - Ashlyn's parents announced that they were having a "get together" tonight, which meant that she would be taking booze as casually as she could from the kitchen counter and, for the most part, minding her own business. At least, that had been the plan. Things changed when she first came down, eying a bottle of wine and an empty glass that was sitting oh so close to the entrance to the kitchen. It didn't take long for her to notice someone else, though - with a full glass of wine in her hand, her soft blue-green gaze honed in on a subtlely familiar face.

She'd seen him before - he was a friend of her father's and a semi-regular face around the house. Wyatt, if she remembered correctly - and she was good at remembering correctly. He was handsome - tall and strong, well built -and those eyes. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't fallen for them the first time she saw them. Ashlyn had downed the drink in her hand quicker than she'd ever drank anything before and placed the glass back down on the kitchen table and walked over to join the main crowd. Hell, she was an adult - her parents couldn't tell her not to. The next series of events flew by in a whirlwind, but the culmination was exactly as she hoped (in a way).

"Stop grabbing my ass, people are looking," Ashlyn smirked as she looked up at Wyatt's handsomely angled face. He towered above her, standing at well over six feet while she wasn't even five and a half. They were standing and talking against the off-white wall of the living room she'd grown up with, and he was regularily copping a feel at her firm, round rear. She was two more drinks down and the buzz was really starting to hit her, lighting her face with a lopsided grin and beginning to cloud her eyes with a touch of lust.

Few things in life were certain but a party hosted by Ashlyn's parents were one of the exceptions. They seemed to come up with some sort of excuse at least once a month to have family and friends from all walks of life over to laugh, drink and cause some sort of trouble. While the parties always seemed to spiral out of control, Wyatt had always made it a point to be in attendance. After all, there were few better ways to spend a Saturday night than in the company of friends. However, Ashlyn's parents were far from his primary reason for being there. The first time he'd shown up he'd immediately zeroed in on Ashlyn, the attractive little thing brought into the world by one of his best and closest friends and he'd quickly promised himself that, at some point in time, he'd find a moment to catch her alone.

Months had passed since he'd made that promise but, with alcohol flooding through his system and with the party escalating further and further out of control, he'd finally found himself caught up in the moment. He caught sight of the lovely little thing hanging out near one of the off-white walls that made up her living room and, without allowing himself further time to second guess himself, he moved to meet her. It took him a few quick strides to cross the room before he was positioned behind her, his large hand grasping at her firm, round rear. A brief look of surprise crossed the mans face when the reality of the situation settled in but, to his delight, Ashlyn simply offered him an amusing retort and a smirk of her own. It seemed as if the younger girl was far from put off by the older males touch.

Blue eyes shifted down to meet her own, a cloud of lust filling the piercing orbs as he gazed down towards her, a grin of his own working its way across his face, "Judging by that grin, I don't think you particularly mind people looking." He stated, his hand shifting slightly upon her ass. However, instead of simply falling away, he shifted to gain a better hold, groping at the girls ass through the material of her pants, "Though.. Correct me if I'm wrong." He breathed out, his voice slurring ever so slightly, a testament to the quantity of alcohol he'd consumed that evening.

"I mean, you're not wrong." Her words weren't yet at the slurred stage, but she could tell that it was going to come on soon. Liquid courage made it to she didn't care - instead she chewed the corner of her lip as his hand moved on her ass. Its grasp tightened and she backed in to the touch. It was wrong - so, so wrong. Her parents weren't in the room, but they could be at any second - and even otherwise, there were the prying eyes of many others on her. She'd never been an exhibitionist before, but now her core was warm aching to wetten at just the thought of others seeing her with a strong, firm hand grasping at her flesh.

"But are you sure that this is the company you really want seeing?" Ashlyn's own nimble hand snuck towards him and her fingertips rested at his side for a moment before falling away, almost too soon for anyone to even register the motion. She would be embarrassed if the wrong person saw their interaction, but she was a daddy's girl and any trouble wouldn't fall on her shoulders at the end of the day. She sipped at the glass of wine in her opposite hand and then placed it down on the end table near bye so that she could cross her arms below the swell of her breasts.

He listened to her words and found his grin widening, a surge of delight worming its way up his spine once the girl fired back with the answer he'd been wanting. No, he certainly wasn't wrong. She certainly didn't mind the people looking her way, even if this was her first time in such a situation. He let out a small little laugh before allowing his own eyes to wander around the other individuals in the room. She raised a valid point, there were quite a few people who could, at any moment, look over to see his hand on his best friends daughter. But.. He'd waited far to long to simply back down now. He licked at his lips before bringing his eyes back to meet hers, "Truth be told, I couldn't care less who saw it." He stated, flashing her a sly little grin, "I'd have to say it adds a bit to the entertainment value knowing that these people could glance over and see it at any given moment.." He paused, smiling as she pressed back into his squeezing hand, his fingers toying with the tight mass through the material of her pants.

He glanced around the room once more before bringing his eyes back down to the substantially smaller female, his eyes scanning up and down her form as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts and simply eyed him for the moment, "I might just have to take the gamble on you, Ashlyn.. So don't disappoint tonight, got it?" He questioned, his grin widening as he stared down at her with lustful eyes, a small chuckle leaving him as his hand slipped into the back pocket of her jeans and moved to pull her closer to him, as if to further seal the deal.

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