Chapter 3: Seduction

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Josh started to rub my pubic area through the lace panties. I could feel myself flood with girl juice in anticipation of our coupling. I know my attractive sexual odor and pheromones were proliferating from my groin into the room and his nostrils; I hoped they were working.

I reached over to Josh with one hand and rubbed his thighs up to their union. Beneath the pants to his tuxedo I could feel a firm bulge. I stoked with different levels of pressure and in different ways all around the area. Things grew faster, bigger, and harder. I was impressed and wanted more.

We made better use of our hands and mouths now that I’d established the permissible landscape for travel – anywhere!

Finally, I could stand it no longer and slowly stood in the dim light, the gas fire flickering behind me. Josh watched me with a questioning look on his face.

“Too many clothes,” I said. “I’m getting more comfortable and into this ... situation.”

I shimmied a little in front of Josh just to catch his attention and then magically lifted the little black dress up over my head. I stood in my CFM heels, dark stockings, bikinis and no bra; I looked at Josh. I struck several sexy poses and then gestured that he should be removing his clothing.

He quickly followed my lead. He’d become mesmerized by my rapid strip and had stopped removing his own clothing. I was actually pleased I could elicit a look of such awe from such a hot guy.

I covered my breasts with my hands and he looked disappointed. I then rubbed them, accelerating the rise of my nipples until I was sure they could cut glass. His eyes flared with lust – a good sign for what I had in mind.

I held my breasts forward to him as eye candy and for his enjoyment. I felt unbelievably sexy and most definitely the seductress of the evening.

Josh quickly stood and lost his shirt and started to work on his pants, at least getting them down to his knees. I pushed him back so he sat again, and came forward so I could kiss Josh knowing that as I did my two breasts would become pendulums swinging in the dim light for his enjoyment. I wanted to show off my wares. I wanted him to touch and feel me. God, I needed this. I even dreamed of this.

As we kissed both of Josh’s hands rose and held my breasts, carefully weighing and caressing each globe. His hands were warm and comfortable, kneading and fondling with just the right amount of pressure and attention.

As his hands shifted their attention to my nipples I could feel the sensations shoot through my body, ending with a further flood of fluid from the love ducts in my pussy. I realized that my nipples had established an intense connection right to my clitoris. I paid rapt attention to his every move and responded with lust.

We kissed again and then I directed Josh’s mouth to my breasts. I straddled Josh’s hips but elevated my body so my breasts were at the level of his mouth. He got the idea right away and started to suck on each of my breasts, alternately kissing, slavering, and sucking hard on and around each nipple. I was very glad that he knew what to do with my equipment.

I thought, ‘Oh, my God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.’ The sensations were almost too much to bear ... but I bore up under the strain.

After a few minutes, I pulled away from Josh and pulled his pants down his legs. Loafers and socks went next, and then the pants. Next, I went for his briefs. I wanted to see exactly what was causing that large bulge in the dark fabric of his underwear.

As I pulled down the briefs, Josh raised his hips, so in one smooth move I yanked the shorts down to his knees. Immediately his large cock unfurled into view, unfurling almost like a flag captured by a sudden wind that moves from a small tuft of fabric into being a grand and glorious display waving in the air. Such was my first impression of Josh’s privates. I grinned in glee up at his face, seeing those sexy eyes again. He looked relieved.

I knelt before Josh and pulled his briefs off the rest of the way, tossing them into the growing pile of our clothing.

My hands reached up and together encompassed Josh’s penis, counter twisting the growing rod of flesh in my hands. I could feel the surge of growth as Josh moaned into the darkness, his head lolling back on the sofa in ecstasy as I fondled him. “God, Megan, you ... you’re the best.”

I’d learned about blowjobs in high school. At the time they’d been a more than adequate substitute for intercourse plus some of the boys I dated usually were thoughtful enough to return the favor with their version of cunnilingus. Thus, over the years I had not only developed a skill and facility for the act but a genuine fondness. Further, unlike many women I actually appreciated the final act of ejaculation into my mouth and enjoyed the look of lust and pleasure on a guy’s face as I swallowed his emissions.

I leaned over Josh and wrapped his cock with my breasts. His head snapped forward from his reverie so he could watch what I was doing. I must admit when I’d seen it in porn films the act looked dirty and seductive, and I loved doing it. Josh apparently liked it too for he started moaning and expressing his appreciation at my version of a tit fuck. I drooled some spit into my cleavage to lubricate his sliding around.

After a few minutes of that I slid his cock up my chest and neck and then glommed onto the mushroomed head with my mouth. Another loud moan came from deep within Josh’s body.

I pumped with one hand and rose and fell over his unit with my head, my tongue rolling around the cockhead to deliver maximum stimulation. I could feel the penis grow even more and harden as I delivered my lust to him.

Occasionally, I pulled off of Josh completely and blew lightly on the saliva-soaked rod; as I did I’d run a fingernail up and down the prominent veins. The texture of his cock grew to that of hardened steel.

Finally, I stood before Josh. He looked at me with the lust that I had fully aroused in him. I liked this look. I carefully and seductively peeled my black bikini panties down my legs, retaining my sexy black nylons and spike heels. Someone had told me once that guys love seeing a woman wearing heels while they fuck; something about increasing the erotic sight picture.

I ran my hands around my pussy, moving so Josh’s head ended only a few inches from my ground zero. I ran two fingers of one hand into my vagina and pulled them out. I licked them then brought them to Josh’s mouth. He licked. I hope he liked my taste.

I turned around and bent over revealing my ass and pussy to this man. I even spread my cheeks and my pussy so he could see my pink insides. I turned back to him at arm’s length and spread my legs.

Josh brought a hand up and ran it up the inside of my thigh. The touch was electric. I felt like I was on fire. I held his hand and directed it to my cunt. Two of his fingers penetrated my sopping vagina, my fluids flooded over as he made a few strokes in and out of me.

The whole time his fingers penetrated me our eyes were locked on each other. I steadied myself with one hand on his shoulder as I rotated my hips to meet his touch.

Finally, I spoke, “Can we make love? Please. Take me!”

Josh rose from the sofa and faced me, his arms wrapped around me and we kissed in a most intimate and yet loving kiss of the night as our nude bodies pressed together for the first time. Without warning Josh picked me up and quickly carried me down the hallway I’d seen and had assumed led to the bedroom area. I was right.