Alexis stood before the mirror, contemplating her reflection. She had changed into an incredibly tight, light-pink sports bra and shorts that traced every curve of her body like a sculptor's masterpiece. Her breasts fought for space inside the thin fabric, her nipples hardening into points at the touch of the cool air. But her focus wasn't on her upper half; it was below. She pulled her shorts higher to emphasize the flare of her thighs, carefully tucking away the "beast" that pulsed with a life of its own.
Her cock was still dangerously aroused from the phone's message. The nine-inch length created a heavy pressure against her leg. Alexis practiced her gaze—masking her predatory intent with the precise amount of innocence needed to lure a victim. She spritzed a sharp, floral perfume on her wrists and took a stabilizing breath.
"It's time," she whispered.
She stood by her door, watching through the peep-hole. Twenty minutes later, the elevator groaned to a halt. Ding!
Isabella stepped out, lugging two heavy grocery bags. She was dressed in a deep-blue pencil skirt and a white silk blouse. With every step, her heavy, muscular ass swayed with a hypnotic rhythm under the fabric. The buttons of her blouse strained under the pressure of her massive breasts, revealing a deep, sweat-slicked cleavage. Isabella fumbled for her keys, her face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Alexis seized the moment. She swung the door open as if she were just heading out.
"Oh! Isabella? Wait, let me help you with those," Alexis said, her voice a perfect blend of sweetness and concern.
Isabella looked up, breathless. "Oh, Alexis... thank you, dear, but I've got it."
'Dear.' The word sparked a flash of irritation in Alexis, but she kept the smile pinned to her face. She stepped forward and took a heavy bag before Isabella could protest. As she took the weight, Alexis intentionally grazed her fingers against Isabella's inner wrist.
Isabella's body gave a visible shiver. She hadn't felt a human touch in years. Alexis noted the pulse thrumming in the older woman's neck.
"You look exhausted. Let me just set these inside for you," Alexis insisted, following Isabella into the apartment.
The air inside smelled of jasmine and old books. It was a sterile, perfectly arranged space—the kind of silence that only exists in the home of a woman who has been thirsty for decades. Alexis set the bags on the kitchen counter and turned.
Isabella was at the door, bending over to kick off her sandals. As she leaned forward, her skirt pulled taut over her ass, making the massive curve and the faint line of her panties impossible to ignore. Alexis swallowed hard. Inside her shorts, her cock was now fully rigid, pressing hard against her stomach.
"Can I get you some water, Isabella?" Alexis asked, masking her mounting excitement.
"No, no, sit down. I'll get it," Isabella replied, undoing the top two buttons of her shirt. Whether it was the heat or the sudden, electric presence of Alexis, she was clearly flustered. With the buttons undone, her heavy, pale breasts seemed ready to burst forth, a bead of sweat tracking slowly down into the dark valley between them.
When Isabella returned with the glass, she sat on the sofa beside Alexis. The distance between them was negligible. Alexis noticed the faint dark circles under Isabella's eyes—the mark of restless nights and unfulfilled desires.
"You are so beautiful, Alexis," Isabella said suddenly, her voice softening. "It's hard to believe a girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend."
Alexis looked down, letting out a practiced, melancholy sigh. "People only see the face, Isabella. No one ever reaches for the soul. Besides, I'm... complicated." She slid her hand along the sofa, stopping just inches from Isabella's thigh.
Isabella's gaze dropped to Alexis's lips. "I understand. The world is a selfish place." She toyed with the locket around her neck—the one containing the picture of her first love.
It was time to play the next card. "I've heard... that you've been waiting for someone for a long time. That's incredible. You don't find that kind of loyalty anymore."
Tears shimmered in Isabella's eyes. "Loyalty? Or madness? Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of it."
Alexis shifted closer. Now, their thighs were touching. She could feel the radiant heat coming from Isabella's yoga-pants-clad legs. Alexis reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Isabella's ear. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through both of them.
"Weights can be lifted," Alexis whispered, her voice dropping into a deep, sultry register. "Sometimes we just need a touch that makes us feel alive again."
Isabella closed her eyes. Her massive breasts heaved with her rapid breathing. "Alexis... this is wrong... I..."
"What's wrong about not wanting to burn alone?" Alexis slid her hand down and rested it on Isabella's knee. She could feel the woman's skin burning hot. The virus of lust was taking hold.
Alexis's cock was now threatening to rip through her shorts. Her blood was a roar in her ears. She placed her other hand on Isabella's waist and pulled her in.
Isabella didn't resist. Years of deprivation were crushing her morality. She rested her head on Alexis's shoulder. Alexis leaned in, inhaling the scent of her neck.
"You're so hot, Isabella," Alexis whispered against her ear.
"Alexis... stop... please..." Isabella's voice was weak; she was saying the words, but her body was molding itself into Alexis's curves.
Suddenly, the old phone in Alexis's pocket vibrated.
Alexis stiffened. She pulled away gently. "I... I have an urgent call. I have to go."
Isabella blinked, her face flushed crimson, her breasts still throbbing. "Yes... yes, go."
Alexis ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. She pulled out the phone. A new message:
[Progress Report: 25%]
"The fish is near the hook. She has tasted your touch. Now, let her starve. Do not give her everything today. Leave her at the point where she needs you more than life itself. Let her pussy remain wet and aching; the time for filling it has not yet come. Show her what you are—but slowly."
Alexis looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was drenched in sweat. She lowered the waistband of her shorts. Her nine-inch cock sprang out, dark red and pulsing with fury. A thick drop of semen leaked from the tip, hitting the floor.
"Fuck..." she growled. She had to stay in control.
She tucked herself back in and walked out. Isabella was still on the sofa, her shirt still unbuttoned.
"I have to leave, Isabella. Something came up," Alexis said, her voice intentionally cold and distant.
Isabella looked stunned. "Now? But Alexis... we were..."
Alexis leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow. Until then... remember this feeling."
Alexis walked out, catching a final glimpse of Isabella clutching her own breasts, her eyes glazed with raw, unbridled lust.
Back in her own apartment, Alexis collapsed onto her bed. Her cock was still like a stone. She gripped herself and smirked.
"Round one is mine, Isabella," she said to the dark ceiling.
The trap was set. Now, she just had to wait for the prey to walk into the center of the web.