Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

I approached them from behind, stealthily and playfully landing a firm smack on their behinds. The sound echoed slightly, and they both let out a surprised and pained yelp. "Aah! Umm, ouch!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her body tensing up.

Carolina, likewise, gasped, "Hey! That stung!" Both of them squeezed their legs together more tightly, their faces flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Yeah, just like that," I teased, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "You've got to be careful not to squirt as you walk. We don't want any accidents now, do we?"

Elizabeth turned to me, her cheeks still rosy, and complained, "You could have warned us! That really hurt." Carolina chimed in, rubbing her behind, "Yeah, and it's not like we can just walk normally after that. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

I simply laughed, not denying their accusations. Elizabeth and Carolina exchanged a glance, their sisterly bond clear in their shared look of feigned annoyance mixed with amusement. Their other sister, watching the interaction, also blushed, pressing her thighs firmly together as if in sympathy.

I decided to take my Dodge Charger for the ride, and Julie eagerly hopped in with me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The other women followed suit, piling into their respective cars. As we pulled out of the driveway, I could see Elizabeth and Carolina still rubbing their behinds, their expressions a mix of discomfort and anticipation.

The drive to the shopping center was filled with a palpable tension. The women trailed close behind my Charger, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a growing arousal.

The cool air blowing through the open windows served as a constant reminder of their exposed state, the gentle breeze caressing their bare skin and sending shivers down their spines. Every slight movement, every shift in their seats, became a thrilling adventure, their senses heightened and their bodies on high alert.

As we pulled into the shopping center parking lot, I found a spot and parked the Dodge Charger. The other cars pulled up beside me, and the women stepped out, their legs slightly wobbly and their cheeks flushed.

I could see the tension and anticipation in their eyes, their breaths coming in slight pants. Their long, flowing dresses concealed their bare skin, but the knowledge of what lay beneath added an extra layer of exhilaration, a secret only we shared.

I took Julie's hand, her palm slightly sweaty with nervous excitement. Jessica, Karen, Sofia, Isabella, and the others walked ahead of us, their steps slow and measured, each movement careful and deliberate.

My eyes were drawn to the subtle swing of their hips as they walked, their dresses swaying gently with each step. Julie, noticing my gaze, pinched me slightly, a playful smirk on her lips. "Eyes up front, mister," she teased softly. I grinned back at her, giving her behind a playful pinch, making her gasp softly in surprise.

We entered the shop, the cool air from the air conditioning washing over us as we stepped inside. The others began to browse, their fingers trailing over dresses, bags, and even jewelry, their eyes lighting up with interest. Julie and I stayed together, her hand still in mine, as we wandered through the racks of clothes.

I noticed Julie's eyes lingering on a white wedding dress, her expression serious and thoughtful. She was lost in thought, her fingers brushing gently against the lace of the gown. I looked at her, my heart swelling with a mix of love and realization. "Julie," I said softly, "I want to see you in that wedding dress."

Julie blushed, turning to look at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "You... you haven't proposed to me," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I was taken aback, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. She was right; I hadn't proposed to her, or to any of them. We had been together for so long, our bond so deep and strong, that I had forgotten to make it official. I had been so caught up in our life together, in the love and comfort we shared, that I had overlooked this crucial step.

I decided then and there that I would propose to all of them, each in their own special way. I would create a romantic atmosphere for each of them, give them the special care and attention they deserved. And I would start with Julie. She was special to me, my first love, my rock. I knew I shouldn't be biased, that I should love them all equally, but Julie held a unique place in my heart.

I turned to her, taking her other hand in mine as well. "Julie," I said, my voice thick with emotion, "I am sorry. I should have done this already."

Julie looked at me, her eyes soft and filled with understanding. She reached up, gently placing a finger on my lips to shush me. Her touch was tender, her voice soothing as she spoke. "I know, Jack," she said softly, her tone comforting, almost maternal. "You don't have to explain anything to me."

She paused, her finger tracing the line of my jaw, her eyes never leaving mine. "Even though you've become so successful, a billionaire with more money than you know what to do with, even gained supernatural abilities that make you seem god-like to others... to me, you're still the same person you've always been."

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes shining with amusement and love. "You're still the same silly kid who didn't know how to untie a bra, who fumbled and stumbled his way into my heart. You're still the one who made me worry about you, who made me want to protect you and take care of you."

I blushed slightly at her words, remembering the past and how far we'd come. "Julie..." I began, but she shushed me again, her smile widening.

"You don't have to say anything, Jack," she said softly. "I know you. I know your heart, your soul. I know that underneath all the success and the power, you're still just you. And that's the person I fell in love with. That's the person I still love, more than anything."

I looked at her, my heart swelling with love and emotion. I took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently as I leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "I love you too, Julie," I murmured against her lips. "More than anything. More than life itself."

I blushed at the mention of our first time together, the memory both embarrassing and sweet. I looked at Julie, realizing that I had never thanked her for everything she had done for me, for us. She had been my constant, my support, my love.