The Art of Seduction

eHer long, tan legs showed beneath the soft pink nightie she had chosen for her special night with her special guy, a guy she had been longing for with all her heart and soul. Beneath the black lace that adorned the top of the nightie, her well rounded breasts protruded from the top. She would be twenty two in a week, and was just beginning to have an appetite for men, a lot of men, sometimes more than one in a night. That was her favorite rush, to have at least three men in the same night. No needs were ever unmet when that happened.

He would be there soon, and she wanted to make love to him all night, rubbing against his firm, muscular body and feeling him deep inside her. She could hardly contain the emotions that were running through her in anticipation. They had only known each other for a week, and met in a bar, so that would ordinarily make for a quick encounter but that wasn't going to be the case this time. She was going to work him all night and when morning peeked through the window she would be satisfied to go do it again with someone else.

The big clock on the wall struck nine, and as it did there was a knock at the front door. It was him! He was finally back from his job and ready to see what she was like. Without thinking, she ran to the door and flung it open, expecting to see the guy she was so passionate about, but instead it was a man asking to use her phone, telling her that his car broke down a few miles up the road and his cell died. He was a good looking guy, not in the same way as her heart throb, but he was still good looking, tall, with dark blonde hair and intense blue eyes. He was a little older than she was, that she could see by looking at him, but his hands were strong and his voice was deep and masculine. Quickly she grabbed her robe and put it on, apologizing for opening the door half dressed and then laughing it off. He turned and looked at her and before she could push him away he was kissing her, kissing her hard and it felt good. She didn't object, but just hoped that her boyfriend did not show up yet.

They began taking each other's clothes off, and a trail of clothing adorned the stairs to her room. He picked her up and put her naked body on the bed, and then gently laid her down and began pleasing her in a way she had never been pleased before. She forgot all about her heart throb and got lost in the deep, passionate way this man made love. When they were done and both exhausted, he sat up, pulled his clothes on and kissed her on the cheek, and without another word left, without using the phone, never to be seen again.

Oh God, it was almost time for her date and she smelled like another man. Quickly she sprayed the bed with freshener and put her clothes back in the drawer. It was going to have to be another approach, and the wet body right out of the shower would have to be it. No sooner had she stepped out of the shower than another knock came on the door, this time a more timid knock. She slowly opened the door this time in case it was a stranger again, but this time it was him, the man she wanted so badly, although now she wanted him even more for some reason. He began stripping off his clothes and soon was in the bed with her, her body still damp and soft from the oil she used. She smelled like roses, a fragrance she loved, and apparently so did he.

The sex was rough, not like the first partner, and she laid there when it was over imagining she was sleeping with the first encounter tonight, the man she didn't even know his name. But what's in a name? All she could think about was him bending her over a chair and making her have multiple orgasms until she was yelling for him to keep going and not stop. Truth be known, it was the first time she had experiecned such a deep orgasm and now she knew what she wanted in a relationship. Fantastic sex!!!