Seduction Artist

Her heart was hammering, banging away against her chest. She unlocked the car and quickly got inside and slammed the door. She started the car and turned the AC on high and stuck her face in one of the vents. Still feeling flushed and warm, she unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse, pulled it open, and directed another vent to her chest.

“Hey Bhagwan,” she thought, as she tried to put the memory of the feel of his inner thigh into perspective. She’d been caught off guard. But what could she have done? He’d simply grabbed her and they were off around the room, smiling, meeting, and pretending… If… if only he’d continued to hold her hand as they walked from group to group. But he hadn’t done that. Instead, he’d release her hand and then touch her back during one introduction. Put his arm around her for another. Take her hand for yet another. Each time bringing her into contact with another part of his anatomy. The hardness of his chest here, the strong inner muscle of his thigh there; and each time the renewed contact with her warmed flesh vividly re-created a sense of what he must be like. Or more accurately, it created a heightened curiosity, a desire to know… or maybe… simply… a desire. Fanning herself furiously, she continued the thought. It certainly wasn’t the first time a man had played her; it was more a part of her chemistry, and partly her age. She was rattled at finding herself responding to his sophisticated sexuality. She told herself to stop thinking like this. Too get the car going and in just ten minutes she’d be home and headed into the shower, where she could… She took a toilette packet from her purse, opened it, and wiped her sweating forehead and across the tops of her breasts. She put the towlette in the trash and, leaving her blouse unbuttoned, put the car in gear, only to shift back to park and turn the engine off. He was crouching next to her window.

“May I join you in the car?” He said. “It looks so invitingly cool in there.”

Despairingly, she knew she’d come to the line. “Oh… Sure… Get in,” she said weakly, crossing the imaginary line – all the while deploring her actions. She started the car again as he opened the passenger door, slid into the bucket seat beside her and closed the door.

“Uummmm, that’s a relief,” his voice so calm and confident.

“He’s lying,” she thought, “but… Oh, look at him.” He continued talking in that smooth husky manner.

“You have no idea how glad I am to have caught up to you before you left. I really had no way of contacting you.” He reached out and touched her face, one hand lightly on each cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her twice lightly on the forehead. She didn’t resist. He continued kissing her, little butterfly nips here, others quick as a flash, still others soft and lingering, moving steadily downward. He brushed her eyelashes, her reflexes caused her to blink; then she consciously closed her eyes. Almost as a reward, he kissed each one in turn. His lips lightly skimmed her nose, searching for her mouth, stopping enroute to suck gently on her cheek; to her chin, where for the first time she felt his tongue, feather light in a flickering lick.

“Oh, my God,” she thought, as she detected her inner core begin to throb. “I can’t control this!”

Finally, his lips touched hers. Just touching, but lingering, as though time had stopped. And her mouth opened, tongue touched tongue, and slowly, softly, the velvet tip of his tongue began to circle hers. Indicating her surrender, she laved her tongue back and forth across his while uttering a subdued sigh, revealing her increasing desire to him. Abruptly severing the kiss, he looked into her eyes as they opened, only to teasingly say, “Ah, you liked that, didn’t you. Well let’s continue, shall we?” He pulled her head close once again and found her mouth open, eagerly awaiting his. He sucked upon her lower lip, moving eventually to the upper lip. Then the two tongues were dueling frantically. This parrying continued for almost ten minutes. It was she who broke the kiss, pretending to gasp for air, actually trying to make a decision she failed to realize was already made. Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of her open neckline. He could feel her pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed along and down her neck.

“His hands – where are his hands? The octopus,” she thought, emerging from her sensual haziness. “God help me, my blouse is wide open. Aahhh, I did it myself – what a slut I am,” she postulated, as if reciting a familiar lament to herself.

His hands passed smoothly, quietly, and quite undisturbed down the face of her breasts, stopping only to open the front clasp of her turquoise bra, and releasing its captive globes.

“Oh, those hands,” she thought – as they quickly moved to circle and cup her generous breasts. She felt his hardness for the first time, pressing against her thigh. She formed a mental picture; “He’s got a monster. It’s huge! I can’t take that thing… I could never… What’s that he’s doing? How the hell did he know I… ?”

With a suddenness that surprised him, she pulled him closer to her and cried out, “Oh, yeesss! Yes, do that, oh, bhagwan… Yes! ! Yes! !”

He was licking around the outer edge of her areola. She reveled in the sensation as he continued dragging his tongue in gentle circles around the circumference of her areolas. While with his other hand, he gently caressed the fullness of her opposite breast. Never touching her nipples, now hardened and engorged to their fullest. Her breathing had became more difficult. She found herself taking deeper breaths, her chest heaving; realizing suddenly that she couldn’t help herself. “Touch them you miserable bastard,” she screamed inwardly, hating herself for not forcing his mouth there. “All you mother fuckers want tit, don’t you? Mouth me! Mouth me! “Ohhhh!” It was the softest of moans. Pinioned between conflicting emotions, and unconsciously grunting, she reached out to clasp him in her hand, at the same time seeking his lips with hers. She sucked his tongue tenderly back into her mouth, only to find his response more aggressive than before. His tongue suddenly lashed at hers, moving rapidly in and around her teeth, licking her gums one second, sucking her tongue into his mouth only to nip it gently with his teeth the next. This produced a reaction she hadn’t expected, at least not this soon as she felt first her loins, and then her entire being thrill to his combativeness. She responded by squeezing the swollen member lodged in his slacks, and began to masturbate him – stopping for a moment, only to grope for the zipper and free “the monster.”

He watches her as she stares at it. “Play with it if you like,” he whispers, not wanting to break her concentration at this delicate point. He needn’t have been concerned. Her mind was already made up. Slowly, she rubbed her hand back and forth over the silken skin on the head of his impressive erection.

He shifted position to give her wandering fingers better access. Then she lowered her head and calmly took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Only the bulbous head disappeared. He moaned in pleasure, and continued with his methodical seduction, noting with satisfaction how erect and hard her nipples were. His mouth hovers over one, his lips purse, and he softly blows on it as if playing a flute. A favorable reaction is detected as first she trembles and then sucks more of his member into her mouth, this time moving her tongue around and about the “monster.”

“It’s my monster,” she thought. “Oh, God it’s big. But it tastes so good and I feel sooo good.” She couldn’t help but reach down with her other hand to touch herself. She discovered she was drenched. “This bastard knows what he’s doing. He’s an artist,” she thought as she shifted into a more comfortable position. “My God, he’s only begun on me… Oohhhhh, shit!” Flashes of white heat raced though her system from her inner core. Once again taking the “monster” into her mouth, she gloried in her encounter, and simultaneously cursed her luck as she realized she was in a parked car on a public thoroughfare. “Anyone can see in. I’m like a horny high school bitch in heat,” she moaned to herself. Then, as he closed upon her nipple for the first time, she sighed, and analyzing her feelings, concluded she was very close to coming. “How can that be?” Confused, she reflected: “It’s so soon.”

Through a veil of sexual haze she felt his hand begin to explore the mystery of her lower torso. Down. Down. Down. Across the crest of the hip, to the front of the hipbones – all the while his lips drawing tenderly on her nipple – sending sensual shock waves throughout her nervous system. Abandoning herself to lust, she began lavishing kiss upon kiss on the “monster” all the while gently cupping the soft, huge sacs hanging below. His hand creeps lower and deftly slides under her saree, causing it to rise.

She sighs, and lifts her hips to accommodate him in finding the soft downy hair above her mons. His fingers trace downward languorously, in tempo with the continued soft sucking on her nipple, into an area covered with dew slightly thicker than sweat. He tastes the dew, and with careful deliberation, coats the finger again bringing it to her lips as an offering. She removes his member from her mouth and leans towards his finger, her tongue extended, accepting his gift. She recognizes the taste of the bitter vanilla bean flavor of her center instantly. The taste of his finger is secondary, but she continues sucking on it until he withdraws it, a smile on his face. Her breath now knows no regular pattern. His hands are tracing hearts on the insides of her thighs from the underside of her knee to the crease where outer labia meet leg. She feels his mouth nipping tiny kisses along her abdomen, and still holding him firmly in her hand, she rolls over to her back, opening her legs to allow him access to nirvana. Her aroma is everywhere, intoxicating him, demanding that he taste and drink of her. Her first climax hits the moment she feels his lips upon her. It has been building since she reached the car. He inserts a finger back into her, moving it in small circles. The first climax continues, producing a flow of translucent fluid from her to trail down her thigh as she arches her back and moans in ecstasy. With the contact of his tongue upon her clitoris, the waves of a second climax break over her psyche.

“I’m lost… oh my God, he owns me,” she thought before dropping into an erotic vagueness – out of control – lost to sensual bliss. An eternity later, the orgasm gradually recedes and blissfully comes to an end. Regaining her senses, she tells herself she can gain control if she proceeds carefully. But then, she’s straddling his lap, her calves lined up against his thighs and her weight resting on her knees, as she places him against her center and sinks down upon the “monster.” Rising up and down, her wetness permits the “monster” to fill her to the core by the third stroke. Each upward stroke creates a sucking sound. She finds this both embarrassing and exhilarating. Leaning forward – her hair cascading down and across her face to his shoulders – she wonders briefly about tomorrow’s bruises from knocking and bumping into the dashboard and armrests. She tosses her head, moving the hair from over her eyes. He pulls hard on her nipples, stretching them to twice their normal length.

The pain, the thrill, the joyous feeling from this action fills her being and her motions shift into a frenzied pace. Up and down, she rides him! Unable to sustain a satisfying consistency, she changes to a rocking circular motion. Now a quick variation to side to side movements! “Oh God! Ohhh, God,” she spits out through froth laden lips. She exhausts her diversity, thrusting and heaving wildly, in a back and forth stirring frenzy.

His fuse has burned its entire length and he erupts in a tremendous explosion. As she senses his sperm heating her cervix, a major orgasm jolts her system. For a split second she endures an out of body experience and looks down at the two enjoined bodies below. Then it’s over. She lifts herself off him, and bending slightly, kisses the limpid “monster.”

He reaches for her and kisses her lips tenderly.

“That was better then I ever dreamed it could be,” he says.

“Yes,” she answers, “like spontaneous combustion. “In a shallow attempt to disguise her fear of rejection, she manages to avoid stammering and asks, “Will I see you again?”

“Will dinner tomorrow work for you?” he responds quietly, secretly relieved that he had evaded the inner turmoil of having to remain calm in the face of rejection.

“Yes. Around eight would be great,” she replies, smiling for the first time since getting in the car. Silently, they repair their clothing. Then, as he’d begun, he took her face in both hands and kissed her. A long, gentle kiss that would not only end that night, but also serve as a prelude to many more nights of enchantment.

“I knew I’d have her from the moment I held her hand,” he told himself as he walked to his car.

“My plan to seduce him worked like a charm,” she told herself as she drove away.


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