Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Liam stood in front of Grace’s door.

White siding. Dark green shutters. Two potted plants with purple flowers on either side of the entrance.

He raised his hand. Knocked three times.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

Footsteps approached from inside. Fast. Urgent.

The lock clicked.

The door swung open.

Grace stood there.

Above her head floated [65/100].

But that number was the last thing Liam’s brain registered.

She was wearing a thin white button-up shirt. The kind that was meant to be professional. Except she’d left the top three buttons undone. The fabric hung open, showing the deep valley between her breasts. The swell of them pushed against the material with every breath she took.

No bra.

Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Dark pink. Visible through the white.

Below that, she wore black yoga pants. Tight. Hugging every curve of her hips. Her thighs. Her ass. The fabric stretched across her body like a second skin.

Her sleek bob framed her face perfectly. Dark strands catching the porch light.

Before Liam could say anything, her hand shot out. Grabbed his wrist. Her fingers wrapped around it. Warm. Soft.

She pulled.

Hard.

Liam stumbled forward. Through the doorway. Into the entryway.

Grace released his wrist. Leaned out the door. Her head turning left. Then right. Scanning the street. The neighboring houses. Looking for something. Someone.

Then she pulled back inside. Closed the door. Locked it. The deadbolt clicking into place.

Liam stood there. Watching her. "Okay. That was weird."

Grace turned. Started walking toward him.

Then she bumped into him.

Her forehead hit his chest. Soft. A small thud.

She looked up. Her eyes meeting his. Wide. Surprised.

Her face flushed immediately. Red spreading across her cheeks. Down her neck.

"Sorry," she said quickly. Stepped back. Creating space between them.

Liam smiled. "It’s fine."

Grace smiled too. Still looking up at him. Her eyes locked on his face. She tried to move past him. Careful. Her body angling sideways. Trying not to touch him again.

But the entryway was narrow.

Her shoulder brushed against his chest. Her hip grazed his. Just for a second.

She pulled away quickly. Moved into the living room.

Liam watched her go. His eyes tracking her movements. The way her hips swayed. The curve of her ass in those yoga pants. The fabric riding up slightly with each step.

Then he saw it.

The middle of her shirt. Where the buttons were undone. The fabric hung open just enough that when she moved, he could see more. The inner curve of her breasts. Soft. Full.

’Shit,’ he thought.

A bark broke his focus.

Daisy.

The golden retriever came bounding over. Tail wagging. Tongue out. Excited.

Liam crouched down. Held out his hand. "Hey, girl."

Daisy sniffed his hand. Then started licking it. Her tail wagging harder.

Liam scratched behind her ears. "Good to see you too."

Grace was standing near the couch now. Watching him. Her hands fidgeting in front of her. Playing with the hem of her shirt.

Liam stood. Looked at her. His smile turning teasing. "So what was that just now? At the door?"

Grace’s blush deepened. She looked down. "My new neighbor asked me out today."

"Yeah? What’d you say?"

"I said no."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Was he not good enough?"

Grace shook her head. "No. Matter of fact, he was the opposite. But I just wasn’t feeling like doing any of that."

"Alright. So what’s wrong?"

Grace bit her lower lip. "He also asked if I had a boyfriend. And I said no."

"Oh. I see."

Grace’s eyes met his. Quick. Then looked away. "Don’t get it wrong. I’m just trying to avoid the discussions and all that."

Liam nodded. "Don’t worry. I’m just going to help with your back and finish up as soon as possible."

Grace nodded. "Alright." Her face was still red. Her hands still fidgeting.

Liam gestured toward the living room. "Alright. Let’s try to make things move even faster then."

Grace looked at him. "How do we do that?"

Liam smiled. "You need to strip."

Grace’s eyes went wide. Her mouth opened slightly. "What?"

’Now I just need to convince her.’

But before Liam could say anything else, Grace spoke.

"Alright."

Liam blinked. ’Well. It seems like there was no need for that.’

He kept his expression neutral. "Alright. Strip."

Grace’s hands moved to the buttons of her shirt. Slow. Her fingers trembling slightly. She undid the fourth button. Then the fifth. The sixth.

The shirt fell open.

Her breasts were revealed. Full. Round. Pale skin. Pink nipples standing hard in the cool air of the room.

Liam’s eyes locked on them. His jaw tightening.

Grace pulled the shirt off. Let it drop to the floor. Then her hands moved to the waistband of her yoga pants. Hooked her thumbs under the elastic. Pulled down.

The fabric slid over her hips. Her thighs. Down her legs. She stepped out of them.

She was wearing thin black panties underneath. Lace. See-through in places. The fabric barely covering her. Hugging her hips. Riding low. The curve of her ass visible through the lace.

Her hips were wide. Curvy. Her waist narrow. Her thighs thick. Toned.

She stood there. Naked except for the panties. Her arms came up. Crossed over her chest. Covering her breasts. Her hands pressing against them. Holding them.

Liam felt it immediately.

His dick hardened. Fast. Pressing against his jeans. The bulge visible. Obvious.

Grace’s eyes dropped. Saw it. Her gaze locked on the outline in his pants.

She swallowed. Hard. Her throat moving.

Liam’s voice came out steady. Controlled. "Lay down. On your stomach."

Grace nodded. Walked over to the couch. Lowered herself onto it. Slow. Careful. Her body stretching out. Her stomach pressing against the cushions. Her face turning to the side. Resting on her arms.

Her back was exposed now. Smooth. Pale. Unmarked except for a few small freckles near her shoulder blades.

Her ass was right there. Round. Full. The thin panties barely covering anything. The lace stretched tight across her cheeks.

Liam stood over her. Looking down. Observing.

His eyes scanned her body. Looking for the spots. The pressure points. The places he needed to touch to fix her.

Four spots appeared. Glowing faintly in his vision.

Two on her back. One near her shoulder blade. One lower. Near her spine.

One on her side. Just below her ribs.

And one he didn’t want to touch yet.

He knelt down beside the couch. His hands hovering over her back.

Then he touched her.

His fingers pressed against her skin. Warm. Soft.

’I totally forgot how soft she feels,’

Grace’s breath hitched. Just slightly.

Liam’s hands moved. Finding the first spot. Near her shoulder blade. He pressed. Firm. Steady.

Grace let out a small sound. "Mm."

Liam kept the pressure. Moved his fingers in slow circles. Working the muscle.

Grace’s breathing changed. Slower. Deeper. Her body relaxing under his touch.

He moved to the second spot. Lower. Near her spine. Pressed again.

"Ah..." Grace’s voice was soft. Breathy.

Liam’s hands worked. Kneading. Massaging. His fingers moving over her skin. Feeling the tension. The tightness. Then releasing it.

Grace’s small moans filled the room. Quiet. Almost involuntary.

"Mm... ah... that’s... good..."

Liam moved to the third spot. On her side. Just below her ribs. His hand slid over her waist. His fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

Grace’s body shifted slightly. Her hips moving. Adjusting.

Grace’s response came slow. Breathy. "Work."

"What happened?"

"We got a tip. Warehouse on the east side. Suspected stolen goods." She paused as his fingers pressed deeper. "Mm... so we went in. Six of us. Me, Davis the detective running the case, and four uniforms."

Liam kept working. "And?"

"It was supposed to be a standard sweep. Go in, check it out, come back with evidence or come back empty." She exhaled. "It was not standard."

"No?"

"No. The moment we got inside, three guys bolted. Split directions." Her breathing hitched as his hands found the tight spot near her ribs. "Ah... Davis took two of the uniforms and went left. I took the other two and went right."

"And your guy?"

"Fast. Really fast." A small laugh escaped her, cut short by another sound. "Mm... he knew the building. Every corner. Every shortcut. He went through a side corridor and I lost the uniforms trying to keep up. It was just me."

"Chasing him alone."

"Chasing him alone." She shifted slightly on the couch. "He went through the back section. Storage. Full of old metal shelving units and wooden crates stacked up to the ceiling." She paused. "Ah... right there... yes..."

Liam kept the pressure. "Keep going."

"He knocked the first shelf as he ran past it. Domino effect. The whole row started coming down." Her voice went quieter, like she was back there. "I had to go sideways to avoid the first one. Then there was a crate on the floor, big, maybe four feet tall, sitting right in the middle. I had to go over it. Fast. No run up."

"So you twisted."

"I twisted. Got one leg up, pushed off, landed wrong on the other side. But I kept running because he was right there." Another breath. "Mm... he ducked through a door at the back. Loading bay. I came out behind him and he tried to jump the fence at the far end."

"Tried."

"I caught his jacket at the top." A pause. "That’s when it really went wrong. He was heavier than he looked and he kept kicking. Trying to shake me off. I had him with my right hand and I was holding the fence with my left and he just kept... twisting. Fighting. Going." She let out a slow breath. "By the time Davis got there and helped me pull him down I could already feel it."

"And then you stopped moving."

"And then I stopped moving." A quiet sound. "Ah... and it hit me all at once. That night I could barely turn over in bed."

Liam’s hands worked slowly. Releasing the last of the tightness.

Grace’s body went slack under his hands. Her breathing deep and even.

"Mm... that’s... that’s good..."

Liam kept going. His hands moving over her back. Pressing. Releasing.

Then he stopped.

Pulled his hands back.

Grace’s eyes opened. Just slightly. She looked at him over her shoulder. Confused.

Liam smiled. "Let’s change it up a little."