1 comments/ 15779 views/ 2 favorites Sandy's Seduction Ch. 01 By: LexiRoseLexi "Absence doesn't make the heart grown fonder," Sandy thought morosely as she sat alone at the bar, "all it does is make memories weak and temptation strong, turns lovers into strangers and gives strangers the opportunity to become lovers." Reaching out one slightly unsteady hand she lifted the remnants of her drink to her lips and downed it in one, nodding to the barman for another, tonight, it seemed like she might need it. It had been almost a month since she had last seen Rob, and, although they talked most days via text she'd noticed something was missing. She thought back to when they'd first met, when her heart seemed to skip a beat each time she saw a message from him on her phone. Remembering how she'd wait impatiently for his replies, the sick feeling when he didn't reply immediately, the euphoria that spread through her when he did. She wondered when that had changed... It had come as a shock to her to realise that she now talked to him out of habit, talking for the sake of talking rather than from any desire to speak to him. She found herself having to work hard at maintaining conversations, forcing herself to think up new topics and interesting anecdotes even though she had nothing really to say. Knowing that one day soon she would have to accept the inevitable and acknowledge that, despite her best efforts, he no longer held her interest any more. For some reason this thought made her unaccountably sad. She wanted to go back a few months and experience that excitement again, the thrill of when he was new to her, before the shine began to wear off around the edges and boredom set in. Lost in thought, Sandy didn't notice the man standing against the far wall, watching as her drink arrived and she drank down half again in one go. She didn't notice him walking up behind her and motioning the barman over. The first she knew of him was when a drink she hadn't ordered was thrust unceremoniously into her hand and the stranger plopped down on the stool next to her saying "Cheers!" With a small smile, Sandy lifted her drink to his and clinked the glasses together, thanking him, before turning back to stare into nothingness, her index finger absent mindedly wiping over the condensation on the outside of the glass as she lost herself in thought again. The stranger took the rejection well, using the opportunity to study her, cataloguing her features, the wide green eyes, long lashed and somehow innocent looking; her nose, small and upturned; the full, pouting lips. He smirked, imagining her on her knees, those pouting lips wrapped around his cock as her innocent eyes gazed up into his, low moans forming in her throat and vibrating up his shaft as she sucked, God he was hard! And she was oblivious. Life truly sucked sometimes. He cleared his throat, uncomfortably aware of the growing bulge in his trousers as she looked up, her gaze locking on his before sliding down his body, taking in the source of his discomfort as her eyes widened slightly and she looked rapidly away again, the knowledge that she had witnessed his arousal making him even harder. Taking a risk he cleared his throat again. "So, umm... come here often?" he ventured with a grin. At first it seemed like she would ignore him and he prepared himself for rejection as she tipped her glass to catch the last drops before she placed it carefully back on the bar and, without looking at him, replied quietly, "No. Never" Picking up her purse from the bar she stood, a little unsteadily, and made as if to go. Catching her by the elbow he pulled her close before whispering in her ear, "Well, would you like to?" That caught her attention, making her head jerk up to look at him before she slowly sat back down, looking at him with an inscrutable gaze as the seconds ticked by. Sitting on the stool Sandy was a little shocked to find herself seriously considering the proposition, if that's what it was. Silently she studied him, her eyes drawn again to the juncture of his thighs and his obvious arousal pressing against the fabric of his cargo pants. If he was anything like he was advertising then she really, really wanted to get her hands on him. Would it really be so bad to say "Yes"? With alcohol fuelled courage she slowly crossed one leg over the other, her short skirt riding up to reveal the top of one stocking, watching him as his eyes roamed greedily up her legs before sliding caressingly over her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze as she leant forward to rest one hand on his knee, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, her voice low as she spoke. "Yes! I think I'd like that a lot." To be continued... Sandy's Seduction Ch. 02 With alcohol fuelled courage she slowly crossed one leg over the other, her short skirt riding up to reveal the top of one stocking, watching him as his eyes roamed greedily up her legs before sliding caressingly over her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze as she leant forward to rest one hand on his knee, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, her voice low as she spoke. "Yes! I think I'd like that a lot." His eyes widening, he acknowledged the challenge with a steady gaze, before signalling to the barman to bring them another drink. "Are you certain about this?" He asked, leaning over to copy her position, hand on knee and lips brushing seductively over the sensitive skin of her earlobes. "Most definitely," Sandy replied in a whisper, making him lean closer to catch her words. He sucked in a sharp breath as she used the cover of his body to run her hand firmly over his stiff cock through his trousers before sitting back and taking a sip of the drink the barman placed in front of her. Giving him a wink she raised her glass to his. "To fun!" "To us!" Rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of her inner thigh through the silky stockings he held her gaze as she downed the rest of her drink. "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private," she suggested with a wink. "Maybe we should stay right here," he retorted, gesturing to his still full glass. Acknowledging defeat for the moment Sandy nodded, the alcohol she'd consumed filling her with a heady sense of recklessness as she felt his hand slip higher up her leg beneath the hem of her skirt, brushing over the lacy stocking top before venturing higher, his knuckles rubbing against the moist satin of her panties. His fingers were hot against her skin, the fingertips rough and calloused against her softness, clearly someone who worked with his hands. And he certainly knew just how to use those hands she thought as she captured a moan at the back of her throat before it slipped out. This was getting a little too hot for comfort and she caught his smirk as he saw the effect his fingers were having on her equilibrium. Well two could play at that game, she decided, rising to her feet and holding out a hand, leading him to the dance floor in the corner of the bar. A band was playing on the other side of the room, a slow bluesy rock song and the floor was packed with couples swaying in time to the lead singers deep velvet tones. Pulling him into the centre Sandy began to dance, smiling a little at his awkwardness, men never seemed comfortable dancing. Swaying closer to him, never quite touching, she let her hands rise above her head as her hips moved in time to the beat, stepping closer, then away, turning to lightly rub her hips against his before withdrawing teasingly, pushing him until he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed up against her belly as she continued to dance, clasping her hands loosely around the back of his neck and wriggling her pelvis against him, bending her knees to slide down and then up his body, her eyes locked on his. Slowly she licked her lips, grinning as she watched his eyes follow her small, wet tongue trace over the fullness of her mouth, smirking as with a groan he pulled her close to kiss her passionately. With a start she felt the cold hardness of the wall pressing against her back and realised he had manoeuvred them out of the crush of bodies and to the rear of the bar where the music was quieter. Placing one hand either side of her head he took a step back, both of them breathing rapidly. "Ready for a little privacy yet?" she asked, grinning. "Hell no!" he replied with a wink, "I'm just getting started." With that he pulled her hard against him and pressed her back against the wall, grinding his pelvis against her as he kissed her hard, pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist. The sensation of him rubbing against her through her panties made her wriggle to get closer. She wanted to touch him, to strip him, anything to have him hard and hot inside her. Pushing up his shirt she scraped her fingernails down his back as they kissed, feeling rather than hearing him as he groaned against her mouth, his hips pushing harder against her as if they could relieve their tension through pressure alone. Letting her legs drop weakly to the floor she took a deep breath and pushed him hard in the chest, making him stagger back slightly in surprise. Surely she wasn't going to change her mind now?! Sandy's Seduction Ch. 03 Letting her legs drop weakly to the floor she took a deep breath and pushed him hard in the chest, making him stagger back slightly in surprise. Surely she wasn't going to change her mind now?! With a predatory gleam in her eyes Sandy took a step towards him, then another. Something about her expression made him feel more victim than seducer and he began to back up cautiously, holding his hands up in the universal gesture of surrender. His heels brushed against something and he glanced over his shoulder, realising he was trapped. A dark leather sofa behind him and the girl in front of him. The booth she had steered him into was dark and private, at the rear of the club and he could see fear in his eyes as he looked at his reflection in the mirrored columns surrounding them. Nervously his eyes flicked round, looking for an escape route, uncomfortable at the sudden shift in power. He dragged his gaze back to hers, watching her mouth twist into a smirk as she lifted a hand to his shoulder and pushed. In slow motion it seemed, he fell backwards, finding himself engulfed by the soft cushions before she placed a hand on each of his knees and bent forward from the waist. The movement pushed her firm breasts up and together and they dangled enticingly just in front of his face as she gently swayed to the music. Bending her knees slightly she moved her hips from side to side as she leant forward, brushing the tops of her soft breasts over his lips before taking a step back and standing, running her hands teasingly down her body as she undulated in front of him. He reached out a hand to touch her but she slapped it away, letting her hands roam back to her breasts, then down to gradually lift the hem of her skirt as she danced, until he thought he could almost see her underwear peeping out from underneath. Swinging her hips she turned and bent slowly, presenting him with her lush ass and dripping pussy, barely concealed by the sodden panties she wore. Still dancing she wiggled herself nearer to his face, her legs parting as she moved closer until she was almost straddling him, her eyes in the mirror catching his and locking onto them as she grinned and licked her lips. The smell of her this close to his face made his mouth water and he reached out his tongue to press against her, flicking the tip of it against her satin covering and watching as she jerked in surprise before moving away slightly, trying to regain control. Grabbing her hips tight with his hands he pulled her back so that her sopping cunt was pressed against his face, and he began to move in earnest, using a combination of teeth, nose and tongue to push the fabric to one side so he could lick her properly without the barrier. Sandy could feel her knees trembling as she struggled to stay upright with his tongue stroking across her swollen clit. She could feel the tension gathering and pooling between her thighs as he alternated between nibbling her outer lips, flicking his tongue over her heated flesh and sucking deep into his mouth, his nose pressed up against her dripping hole and his fingers digging in to her waist as he held firm against her panicked little struggles. Catching a glance of her flushed face in one of the mirrored columns she was shocked and more than a little turned on to see herself looking so abandoned. He caught her gaze in the mirror and winked before her eyes drifted shut and thoughts of anything other than the way her was touching her vanished. Her universe had shrunk to just his tongue and what it was doing to her. A hundred people could have been watching her and she wouldn't have noticed and the thought both scared and aroused her. Her breathing was coming hard and fast and her balance on her heels was becoming precarious as with one more gentle suck and the soft stroke of his mouth against her sensitive skin she came, her soft cry drowned by the music, pushing herself back into him as she shuddered against his face. Releasing his tight grip on her hips he gently lowered her to sit on his lap as she struggled to get her breathing back to normal. Wriggling slightly to get comfortable she heard him gasp sharply. Grinning she did it again, his hardness against her backside turning her on again. Looking around she wondered if she would be able to return the favour, but the booth, as private as it was, wasn't really somewhere she could drag his trousers down and take her time about things. And after that little display she was determined to make him suffer, no quick wham, bam, thank you ma'am for this guy, she wanted to enjoy him for a good few hours yet. Leaning her head back against his chest she tipped up her head to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips, sweet but tangy. Sucking his lower lip between her teeth she bit down on it, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh whilst he moaned, alternating sucking with licking and feeling him grow even harder against her thigh. Releasing his lip she kissed him hard and wriggled again, enjoying his soft groan as she rubbed against him, the way his eyes closed and his mouth opened as she toyed with his waistband, slipping her fingers underneath and tracing just the tips around, teasing, careful not to touch him where he wanted to be touched. Deftly she flicked open the button, using one finger to slide down the zip before she wriggled again, positioning his hard cock so that it pressed against her pussy through his boxers, her dampness soaking through the thin cotton as he leaned back in his seat. Turning, she straddled him and rocked her hips back and forth, the tip of his dick poking out of the waistband of his boxers and bumping her still sensitive clit with every move. The feel of his overheated cock pressing up against her was too much and with one swift movement she pulled her panties to one side, sliding her wet slit up his cock whilst sliding his boxers down and impaling herself on his shaft. She heard his shocked gasp, followed by his groan in her ear "Fuck baby, that feels too good." She could feel her internal muscles squeezing around him at the strained sound of his voice as she struggled not to move. Could feel him twitching inside her as he did the same. He clenched his fists at his sides, in awe at the feel of her tight, wet pussy gripping his cock, pulsing rhythmically in a way that threatened to send him over the edge. He screwed his eyes up tight, trying hard to think calming thoughts, this was not going to end after two seconds on the sofa of a bar, he had plans for this girl that would take the greater part of the evening. Reaching up he gripped her waist, thrusting up into her hard, relishing the feel of her, before regretfully lifting her off him and straightening his clothes. "How about we get out of here and find somewhere a little more private?" he growled in her ear, his trousers tightening once again at the thought of getting her alone and naked as soon as possible. "I thought you'd never ask," she drawled with a grin, before giving him a quick peck on the mouth and taking his hand. "After you!" Sandy's Seduction Ch. 04 Authors note: God help me, but I seem to have developed a romantic streak! This chapter has no sex, but worry not, things will heat up again in Chapter 5 I promise. Lexi x * He led her out onto the dark street, the cool night air a harsh contrast to the overheated atmosphere in the bar. Shivering she leaned in closer to him and he draped his arm over her shoulder, folding her inside the warmth of his jacket. He could feel her pressed tight to his side as they walked quickly along the street. She felt so small and vulnerable, tripping along on her heels, her clothes completely inappropriate for the cold weather. She clearly needed someone to look after her and he felt a sudden unexpected wave of protectiveness, completely at odds to the lust she'd inspired in him in the bar. She stumbled slightly on the uneven surface and stopped for a moment to slip off her heels, swinging them absent mindedly in her free hand as she snuggled back against him, her head barely reaching up to his shoulder now that she'd removed her shoes. He struggled to reconcile this subdued creature beside him with the wanton female he'd met in the bar, although his body seemed to recognise her just as easily. Every motion of her body against his managed to send electric signals to his groin and he hurried her along, needing to get her home soon for both of their sakes, she must be freezing by now, not that she'd uttered a word of complaint. In fact, since they'd left the bar, he realised, she hadn't said a single word, seemingly content to follow him wherever he went. Was she not concerned that he might be a threat to her? He could be planning to take her into an alley and rape her for all she knew, although after her performance earlier he doubted she'd put up more than a token resistance, but did she have no care for her own safety or well being? Or perhaps he thought bitterly, acid burning the back of his throat, this was something she did regularly, picking up strange guys in bars and going home with them. He knew some people got a thrill out of that but he'd never seen the appeal himself. For some reason, the idea that she might be going home with a different man the following night didn't sit well with him. For crying out loud, he didn't even know her name! Well that was something he could easily fix, he thought, stopping abruptly and holding her away from him slightly as he gazed down on her upturned face. She looked up questioningly, her eyes meeting his steadily and again he felt that familiar tug, only this time as well as it affecting his lower regions, there was a tightness in his chest as she shivered unconsciously with the sudden absence of his warmth. He hadn't meant to ask anything except her name, but that show of vulnerability shook him and made his voice harsher than intended as he found himself growling at her. "Do you do this a lot? Pick up some guy at the bar, tease him, drive him wild with lust and then let him drag you back to his for a quickie?" As she mutely shook her head he continued angrily, "I could be anyone, do you not have any common sense? I could be a serial killer, collecting silly young women and chopping them into tiny pieces. What on earth were you thinking?" His voice trailed off as he saw tears pooling in her eyes, his anger fading as quickly as it had begun. Muttering an oath under his breath he pulled her back into his chest and he held her as she shook against him. She muttered something against his shirt and he held her away from him as she lifted her head, eyes shining with unspilled tears. "What did you say?" he whispered, certain he couldn't have heard right. It was just too bizarre. "I trust you," she repeated quietly, holding his gaze without fear. Well what do you say to that, he thought gobsmacked. If she would just look away then maybe he could think of a coherent answer, but her green eyes had him trapped and so he did the only thing he could think of, he kissed her. Not a hard, passionate kiss like they'd shared at the bar, this time he pressed his lips gently to hers, felt hers pressing back, mouths moving together as her arms clasped tightly around his neck. The tightness in his chest loosening slightly as he tried to convey his apology with his body. Unable to say anything whilst she held his gaze. With a deep breath, almost a sigh, she slowly she let her hands drop from his shoulders as she stepped back, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. "Can we go now please? It's cold out here." Sandy's Seduction Ch. 05 The difference in temperature as they entered his apartment was palpable and he thanked his lucky stars that today was the day he'd remembered to set the heating on a timer. The wind outside had been bitter although not entirely unexpected. What was unexpected was the girl in front of him, and he still didn't know quite what to make of her, there were too many contradictions. Placing a hand on the small of her back he led her into the lounge, watching as she gazed, wide eyed, around her, taking in her surroundings. "Have a seat," he said, indicating a large white leather sofa on the far side of the room, "and I'll make us a hot drink to take off the chill." "That would be heavenly," Sandy breathed, sinking into the soft cushions. "Coffee please, if you have it. White, two sugars." "Your wish is my command, madame," he joked, smiling as he dropped into a comically overacted bow. Her laughter warmed something inside him as he wandered into the kitchen to make the drinks, his thoughts on the girl on his sofa. In the living room, Sandy relaxed, curling her legs up underneath her and resting her head on the arm of the sofa, feeling the warmth of the room seep into her chilled bones. She was such an idiot for going out without a coat, but then she hadn't planned to stay long, just a quick drink after work before heading home to get ready to see Rob. But then Rob had sent that message and she'd started to wonder what she was doing, building her hopes up when they hadn't seen each other in weeks, mostly at his instigation. They weren't even dating, she wasn't sure what they were doing, maybe she'd built it up in her head to more than it really was. It had started easily enough, a few drinks after work, some flirty text messages, he was the boy next door and she'd had a crush on him for as long as she could remember so when he started paying her attention she was over the moon. They'd gone out a few times, dinner, dancing, a few kisses and caresses, and then all of a sudden he'd started cancelling at the last minute. The stupid thing was, they still spoke via text almost every day and the flirty tone and content of the messages hadn't changed, but maybe she had. She was starting to see that her idol wasn't quite as perfect as she'd thought, and if she was honest, she was starting to lose interest. It was difficult to maintain any kind of emotional attachment to someone she never saw, and she was starting to doubt that he was interested at all, it seemed like now he realised he could have her, he didn't really want her. It was these kind of thoughts that had kept her at the bar, her mood going downhill with each subsequent drink, until the stranger had appeared with his smiles and his proposition. So maybe she had had a little too much to drink, and maybe her judgement was a little impaired, but after Robs apparent loss of interest, the attention and the obvious effect she was having on him had been flattering to say the least. And what followed, God! She'd never done anything like that before, and definitely not in public! But she just couldn't help herself, he was so hot and so obviously turned on for her that all of her common sense had flown out of the window. Covering her mouth to stifle a yawn she smiled to herself, thinking back to that moment in the club where she'd been dancing for him and he'd taken control, bringing her to orgasm in front of anyone who passed. Oh she didn't think anyone had seen but just the possibility of it, of being caught doing something so deliciously naughty, had been such a turn on she could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it! Yawning again, she listened as he clinked the mugs in the kitchen, wondering if she should take the initiative and go to him, suggest a much more fun way of warming up. Wriggling deeper into the cushion, she let her eyes fall closed as she pictured what would happen if she walked up behind him and put her arms around him, sliding her hands under his shirt and down into his trousers, feeling his hot hardness beneath her fingers... The lateness of the day and the effects of the alcohol finally getting the better of her, she slipped into a deep sleep, her last thought that of unbuttoning his trousers and freeing that cock of his in the light of the kitchen and sucking him deep into her mouth. *** Pouring the boiling water into two mugs, he contemplated what he wanted to do with the little vixen in his living room. He didn't know what had gotten into him earlier when he'd made his move but by God he was glad of whatever little devil that had encouraged him to make that suggestion. She'd been on fire in the bar, dancing with him, then pushing him down onto the sofa and teasing him until he just had to taste her, and when she'd sunk onto his cock he'd almost blown it right there, he couldn't wait to get her into his bed and spend some quality time with her. Placing the spoon on the draining board he picked up the two coffees and walked back into the lounge, careful not to spill any. Placing them on the table in the centre of the room, he bowed again. "Madame's coffee is ready." He'd expected her to giggle at his silliness and when she said nothing he looked up, confused, before groaning aloud in frustration. There went his plans for the evening, he thought angrily, he'd only left her for a second and now there she was asleep on his sofa. The thought popped into his head that he should just unzip his pants and thrust his cock into her open mouth, that would wake her up for sure, and once she'd done gagging on him she'd be certain to want to continue. After all she'd been hot as hell for him in the bar and you couldn't fake that! Unfortunately his conscience kicked in, and that annoying voice reminded him that technically that could be considered rape, and he was too much of a gentleman to want to take her by force. He'd always prided himself on the fact that everyone he'd slept with had always been as willing as him, and, looking down at her he felt that strange combination of tenderness and awe again. She looked so tiny and vulnerable curled up like that. Leaving the room for a second, he returned with a blanket, draping the soft fleece over her, careful not to disturb her. If you were really a gentleman, his conscience reminded him, you'd pick her up and put her to sleep in your bed and take the sofa yourself. Or, he thought longingly, put her into his bed and climb in with her. But his brain told him that there was no way he'd be able to feel her curled up against him and be able to keep his hands off her, and besides he wasn't feeling particularly gentlemanly at the moment. In fact, he was feeling exceptionally horny and unreasonably disappointed that she'd passed out on him before they'd had the chance to continue what they'd started. With a low growl, he turned sharply and took himself off to his bedroom, before he did anything stupid. Standing under the hot spray of the shower he had a quick, less than satisfying wank, before climbing naked under the covers. He'd thought it would take a while to drop off but he was asleep almost immediately, his thoughts of what might have been if the girl had been awake, and the worrying realisation that he still didn't know her name. *** Rubbing her neck to ease the ache, Sandy groaned, she must have fallen asleep on the sofa again, it was becoming a bad habit and one that she needed to break before she did herself permanent damage. Glancing down at her wrist she noted that it was gone 4am, usually she woke around 2am when the heating went off and the room started to cool but she must have forgotten to set the timer again, it still felt warm. Groggily she sat up, taking stock of her surroundings, a light was on in the hallway and the dim light cast strange shadows. It looked like there was a table in the middle of her living room! Hold on, that was a table! Concentrating hard she could just make out the shapes of two mugs sitting on top and again she groaned, remembering. She'd picked up some guy in a bar and gone home with him. From the looks of the two mugs she'd obviously fallen asleep before anything happened. This was so embarrassing! She noticed the blanket on the floor and realised he'd at least been kind enough to cover her, but oh the shame of falling asleep like that. And she'd led him on to think that she was entirely wild and up for it in the bar. She dropped her head into her hands, wondering if she could just sneak out and hope she never saw him again. He was really very sexy though, her brain reminded her, and she replayed in her head the events of the night before. As she did, a naughty thought popped into her head. She was awake now, perhaps she should just slide into bed with him and finish what they'd started. Remembering the look in his eye in the bar, he obviously wasn't averse to her charms, and he knew nothing about her. He wouldn't know that she wasn't usually that confident about taking the lead in bed, with him she could be whoever she wanted to be, do whatever she wanted to, with the added bonus that she'd never have to see him again if she did make an utter fool of herself. With a grin she stood and made her way to the hallway, actions decided. If he thought she was a sexy wanton kind of girl, then that's what she'd be. Three more doors led off the hallway, one was obviously the front door, next to that she discovered the kitchen, meaning that the last door must be his. Feeling a little less confident now, she pushed gently, revealing a large room, surprisingly tidy for a man, and in the centre of the room, a bed. There he lay, barely covered by the sheet, naked and obviously aroused and she bit her lip as she stared at him, feeling incredibly voyeuristic. One arm was flung above his head, strongly muscled and lightly covered in hair. His shoulders were wider than she remembered and she almost drooled at the way his chest tapered down to a hard stomach and narrow hips, the sheet frustratingly hiding his lower half from her view. "Wow," she breathed softly, he looked even better naked than he had clothed. Taking small hesitant steps, she moved closer, noticing the slight stubble on his chin, the arrow of hair leading from his stomach to beneath the sheet. Did she dare do this? Surely someone this gorgeous couldn't be interested in her? Stopping beside the bed, she cautiously reached out and ran her finger over his erection, hidden beneath the sheet. He groaned and turned towards her, eyes still closed and she couldn't help herself.. Lifting the sheet and gently tugging it down over his legs she got her first full view of him. The sight of him almost made her groan herself, he was just absolutely perfect, no other way to describe him. Stroking her hand over his hard cock, she felt the heat emanating from him, and watched as a droplet of precum beaded at the tip in response to her eager fingers. Bending down she poked out her tongue, tasting him. Swirling her tongue around the bulbous head she moaned, wanting more before gently sucking him into her mouth. She heard him groan as his hips moved instinctively towards her, pushing his cock against the back of her throat and making her gag before she pulled off a little. Sucking harder she looked up to see his eyes snap open as his thrusts became more frantic and his breathing heavy. She grinned at his surprise before dragging her concentration back to the task in hand. He'd been dreaming about her when she woke him and when he first opened his eyes he thought he must still be dreaming. The naughty gleam in her eye as she caught his gaze and sucked harder was almost his undoing. The sight of her as she climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs, and her obvious enjoyment, pushed him right to the edge. It helped that she was fully clothed and her hair was still mussed from sleeping on the couch. The thought that she'd been so hot for him that she'd woken up and come straight here, to do this. The sensations of her soft, wet mouth and the vibrations of her moans against his shaft combined to create an incredible tightness in his balls. He wanted to fuck her mouth hard until he came and watch her swallow it all down. He was so close he could almost feel it. The way her throat clenched around him as she gagged, struggling to take him deeper as he pushed up, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to swallow all of him. Argh! Reaching down with both hands he roughly dragged her off him before he blew it. He could see the confusion and uncertainty in her eyes as she sat back abruptly and took a deep breath, turning her head away. Oh no you don't, he thought, as he sat up, turning her to face him again. "Honey, that was incredible," he rasped, watching her face carefully, "but I'll tell you now I have no intention of it being over that quick!" "Sorry," she said softly, trying to look away from his searching gaze. "Hell, don't be sorry! That's the best wake up call I've had in ages. But I have plans for you and me, and they don't include me shooting my load in the first five minutes." She looked up, still unsure of herself, and he decided that talking was over rated. If she didn't know what he meant by that then he was just going to have to show her. A slow smile spread across his face as he ran through the possibilities in his mind and he leant over, running his finger over her collarbone and around the neckline of her top, brushing his knuckles lightly over the upper slopes of her breasts as he held her gaze. As he dipped one finger beneath the thin covering of her lace bra he smirked. "Oh yes," he growled, "I definitely have plans for you." Sandy's Seduction Ch. 06 Sandy was confused, one minute she was giving what she definitely classed as the best blow job she'd ever given, the next she was being forcefully pulled off him. What had she done wrong? She was certain she hadn't accidentally used her teeth and he'd seemed to be enjoying it, his cock swelling in her mouth as he thrust so hard and deep she could barely breathe, and yet he'd stopped her! Sitting back on the bed she looked away, so much for being sexy and self assured, she thought, should have gone with my instinct and gone straight home, I'm just no good at this, no wonder Rob lost interest, clearly he could tell just from kissing me that I'd be rubbish. Feeling him turn her face up, Sandy tried not to meet his eyes, she didn't want to hear whatever shitty excuse he was going to give. Obviously he'd been asleep and thought she was someone else and once he'd woken up and realised it was just her he'd wanted her off him as soon as possible. She'd been right in the first place, no one that gorgeous could possibly be interested in her. Shutting her ears to his excuses she stared blankly forwards, wishing this was over and she could just find some hole in the ground and crawl into it until the pain and embarrassment had passed. Thank God she'd never told him her name! Suddenly she felt his fingers stroke over her chest, his knuckles brushing against her breasts as she caught her breath. She looked up sharply and saw him grinning. "Oh yes," he growled," I definitely have plans for you." She gasped audibly as his fingers slipped inside the lace of her bra, her nipples tightening as he stroked closer but not quite touching the hard pebbles, her rapid breathing making the lace scratch over them in a combination of pleasure and pain that had her aching for his touch. "I don't understand," she whispered, searching for reassurance. If he was just playing with her this was too, too cruel. "Didn't you like what I was doing?" "Oh I liked it," he replied, "I liked it a little too much! I was about ready to explode with what you were doing with that hot little mouth of yours." "So why did you stop?" She asked, confused. What had she done wrong? "Sweetie if you'd carried on any longer I'd have cum right there in your mouth and that would have been me done for the night! I plan on taking my time with you. I want you screaming in pleasure and begging me to fuck you. I want you to cum so hard you can't move afterwards, and then I wanna do it again. After all, we have all night." Sandy didn't know what to say, part of her was cringing at how wrong she'd read the situation and the other part of her was turned on as fuck at what he was saying, no one had ever talked to her like that before and she wanted more. She'd never thought talking during sex was a good idea, the one time someone had tried to talk dirty to her she'd burst out in fits of giggles, it just sounded like some dodgy 80s porn movie. This was different though. He was different. And she wanted him to keep talking, his sexy gravelly voice, the way he so obviously wanted her, the semi accidental way his nails had scraped over her nipple as he spoke. She was so wet, she could come just from listening to him. It appeared that wasn't an option though as he pulled down the neck of her top to expose her breasts in their flimsy covering. "Ohh," he groaned as he saw how her hard nipples pushed against the fabric. Helplessly she arched her back, needing him to touch her. "Please.." she whispered. Bending his head he bit down lightly on her nipple, the scraping of his teeth causing an echoing tug between her legs. She'd never realised how sensitive she was there, most guys did a bit of squeezing in the general area and then concentrated on the fucking, he on the other hand was alternating between licking, sucking and biting, and not just on the hard points but all over, pulling the cup down with his teeth to expose her bare skin to his mouth while his other hand made gentle circles on the skin of her stomach. Yanking her top over her head, he unclipped her bra with one hand, for a second she wondered where he'd learnt to do that, then his mouth lowered onto her other breast and she lost track of thinking again, her hands gripping his shoulders and threading through his hair, pulling him closer, trying to relieve the ache he was building in her pussy. The hand on her stomach moved lower, cupping her mound through her skirt and pressing down, for a second that helped and then the ache returned once more with a vengeance as he started to rock his hand back and forth, never applying enough pressure for her to be able to cum, letting it build until she was writhing beneath him. She was lying on the bed, half naked and wriggling beneath his touch and he thought he'd never seen anything sexier. She was so hot, and so hot for him, it was like all he had to do was touch her and she burst into flames. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her skirt and he teasingly moved his fingers down, maintaining the pressure on her mound as he exposed her damp panties to his gaze. God she was wet! He'd had gorgeous girls before, and girls who liked to fuck, but never anything like this girl. It wasn't just that she looked incredible, or that she was sexy as anything, she was genuinely wild for him, not just enjoying the sex, although she obviously was, but for some reason he couldn't explain, this felt like more than just good sex. This girl was completely uninhibited and completely his and there was no way one night was going to be near enough for him. Teasingly he ran his fingers under the crotch of her panties, lifting them away from her without touching where she wanted to be touched and he smirked as he saw how her hips lifted from the bed, so needy for his fingers. Pulling her skirt down and tossing it across the room, he grabbed her hips and pushed them down into the mattress, feeling her struggle beneath him as he tugged down her final covering with his teeth. He could smell her arousal as he held her immobile and ever so softly blew over her damp lips. He felt her jerk beneath him, trying to get closer. "Please," she moaned helplessly, her needy pussy aching for him to touch her there, but he wasn't done yet. Spreading her legs he bit down on the inside of her upper thigh and she squealed, again she could feel his hot breath so close and she moved her legs even further apart, pleading with him with her body. With one hand he scraped his nails up the inside of her leg from her knee up until his knuckles just grazed her sopping lips and she gasped at the brief touch, sobbing as he did the same to her other leg, before following the route with his tongue. Her muscles clenching and releasing as she fought against his restraint. When he licked up her sodden slit she bucked off the bed and it took all his strength to hold her still while he explored her musky wetness, finally flicking the tip gently over her clit. Thrusting two fingers inside her he licked her again, feeling her tense on his hand as his tongue slid over her, causing her to tremble against him. Circling her clit with his tongue he heard her begging him, repeating "please, please, please" incoherently as her head thrashed from side to side. With a half cry half moan he felt her ripple around his fingers and he slid them out, her desperate "no" turning into a moan of pleasure as he replaced them with his throbbing cock. The last tremors of her orgasm clenched him tight and he almost came himself, but he caught control just in time. God, she was so tight and wet. Easing into her he felt her muscles twitching with aftershocks as he slowly but relentlessly filled her with his rock hard dick. He didn't stop until he was buried in her as deep as he could, his pelvis pressing against her clit and making her muscles twitch around him when he moved. Taking a deep breath he remained still, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside her as her orgasm subsided. Then he began a slow rhythm, pushing in and out, watching as she bit her lip when he bottomed out against her sensitive spot. Reaching up she dragged his head down to hers and kissed him furiously, all thought forgotten now, all of her being concentrated on the feel of him inside her, against her. She dug her heels into his butt, wanting him to move faster, to assuage the ache that was building inside her again, but he wouldn't be rushed. Maintaining his slow thrusting he bent his head and suckled her nipple again, the sensation making her pussy tighten around him and he groaned, he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He was losing his mind here, she was so hot and needy, even though she'd cum once she still wanted him again and the thought that she was that into him damn near made him lose it. He pulled out until just the tip of him was inside her then slammed deep into her. She screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders as he slowly withdrew then repeated the action, the pain of her nails digging into his back more of a turn on than he'd expected, it was like she'd completely lost control and with that so did he, pummelling into her hard and fast, feeling the ache in his balls and the need to cum hard. "Fuck baby," he groaned, breathing hard, "the things you do to me!" In response she bit down on his shoulder as he felt her cum again around his cock, squeezing him even tighter before as she screamed into his neck. With a cry he buried himself deep in her, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum, each spurt causing an answering squeeze of her muscles around him until he collapsed on top of her breathing hard. She buried her head in his shoulder, sobbing from the release as she wrapped her legs tighter around him to keep him inside her and he felt like he'd never cum so hard in his life. "I've never..." she trailed off, seemingly lost for words. "Me too," he agreed, seeming to know exactly what she meant, "That was goddamn fucking amazing." He stayed inside her until he softened and fell out, not wanting the feeling to end. He didn't know why but this girl was special. Rolling onto his side, he put his arm around her and she trustingly snuggled up on his chest. "Honey," he whispered, "won't you tell me the name of the girl who just gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life? But there was no answer, once again, Sandy had fallen asleep on him. With a resigned sigh he wrapped his arms around her tightly. This was getting to be a bad habit of hers. Tomorrow though he and this girl of his were going to have a good long talk, the kind they should have had before jumping into bed together. He wanted to know everything about her, but most especially he wanted to know her name. And then they were going to spend the rest of the weekend in bed, because once sure as hell wasn't enough for him. Sandy's Seduction Ch. 07 He shouldn't have been surprised that she wasn't there when he woke up. All of her actions that night had been that of someone looking for an anonymous fuck. The lack of conversation, the way she'd managed to avoid giving her name or any way of contacting her, and yes, he'd checked. In fact it was the first thing he'd done once he'd realised she'd left. Rationalising, his first thought had been that she'd gone for a shower, but the bathroom was empty. Likewise with the kitchen, the living room, that was when he'd begun looking for a note, some explanation. Last night had been some of the most incredible sex of his life and he couldn't believe that she hadn't felt the same connection he had. But despite searching the flat from top to bottom he'd found nothing, it was like she'd never been there. If it wasn't for the two cold mugs of coffee on the living room table, he would have written it off as a rather enjoyable, very vivid alcohol induced dream, but his mind wouldn't let him do that. Despite the amount he'd had to drink that night he still remembered every part of it with perfect clarity, and the hollow feeling inside his chest just confirmed his suspicions. She had just been using him. And damned if it didn't hurt a little that she either hadn't recognised or hadn't cared how just leaving would affect him. Although thinking about it, he concluded that she would be most men's ideal one night stand. Hot, completely uninhibited in bed and with no awkward morning after to contend with. The fact that he didn't want it to be just a one night stand was irrelevant and he kicked himself for not waking up when she left his bed, or at least getting her phone number before he fucked her. She probably thought he was just another asshole guy and had left to spare him the embarrassment of the aftermath. He didn't like the idea that she might have that image of him, but it sure as hell was more comfortable than the alternative. Nobody likes to feel used, him especially, perhaps him even more so because he'd always made a point of never treating a woman as just another hole to fuck, another conquest like some of his friends did. But then he'd never behaved like he had last night. And yet he couldn't find it in himself to regret it. He'd thought he'd had good sex before but he'd never been with a girl who made him lose himself so completely that he forgot what he was doing. And now he had, he wasn't sure he'd be satisfied with the pleasant, mutually orgasmic sex he'd experienced previously. Briefly he considered returning to the bar that evening, but he remembered her saying she'd never been there before. At least he thought that was what she'd meant, the question "Do you come here often?" was a little ambiguous after all. Fuck it, he didn't have anything else to do tonight, what would it hurt to sit in a bar for a bit, he could watch the game on the big screen, sink a few beers, better than sitting at home on his lonesome with just the TV for company. *** It was past midnight when he finally accepted she wasn't coming. Not that he'd expected her to, hoped perhaps, but in a way he was glad she hadn't. If he'd had to watch her sitting at the bar again, enticing some other poor guy with her incredible body then he wasn't certain he wouldn't have done something stupid, like try to warn him off or more likely punch his lights out, bad move all round. Besides, if she wasn't here tonight then maybe last night had been a one off, the image of her with a different guy each night burnt away in his stomach and anything to sooth that sensation was a good thing. Unless, his brain whispered, she deliberately went somewhere else, thinking that you might try and find her again. No! He wouldn't think like that. Yesterdays behaviour had been an aberration for both of them, he wouldn't consider the thought that she might do this regularly. Stepping out of the bar into the cold night he felt that awful churning in his stomach again and swayed slightly as the fresh air took effect. Maybe he'd had a few more beers than he should have, but nothing that the walk home wouldn't fix. Deciding some food in his empty belly would probably be a good idea, he stumbled unsteadily along the pavement towards the high street. For fucks sake, alcohol never affected him like this, he knew his limits and he didn't go over them, but he realised with a shock that he hadn't eaten anything all day. Damn that girl! There she was getting on with her life and he was mooning around like some lovestruck teenager. He needed to man up, and fast, he was due to go out with a bunch of his friends tomorrow and they would be on his ass as soon as if they thought something was up. Tonight, tonight he would do the whole drunken used and dumped thing and then tomorrow he'd be fine. Leaning against some railings, he waited while the world lurched around him and his stomach rebelled against the beer, damned if he was going to throw up in some poor sods garden. Swallowing down the bile burning the back of his throat he staggered into the all night cafe, ordering a strong coffee, a burger and fries and falling into a seat at the back of the room. Once he had some food inside him he'd feel much better. Sandy's Seduction Ch. 08 With a stomach full of food and a steaming cup of coffee in front of him he began to feel more human. The café was starting to fill up with drunks from the local bars and it was getting hotter and more uncomfortable the more people came in. When a rather pungent, obviously homeless sat down next to him though, he decided it was probably time to leave. Squeezing awkwardly past the tramp, careful not to knock his watery cup of tea, he walked more confidently to the front door. The effects of the alcohol seemed to have worn off enough that he was now mildly maudlin, but could at least walk, and the cool outside air on his face on his face felt refreshing rather than incapacitating. He stood for a second, letting the cold wind wash over him, weirdly pleasant after the stuffy moistness of the cafe. Across the street the cinema seemed to be kicking out after a late showing. He hadn't been to the cinema in ages, his friends were all coupled up and so any 'mate' time was spent down the pub, and it had been ages since he'd had a proper 'date' date. Maybe it was time to change that. Glancing at the couples huddled outside the cinema he felt a pang for his youth, snuggling up in the back row of the cinema completely oblivious to anyone else, missing the film for the sake of a few kisses and a grope up her shirt. Most of the couples at this time of night didn't seem any older than teenagers, still in that stage where cuddling and holding hands in public was a massive achievement. He missed that innocence. Staring enviously at the young lovers, his eyes were drawn towards one couple standing at the entrance to the foyer. She had her arms round his waist and her chin rested on his chest, staring adoringly up into his eyes, hanging on his every word. The boy was gazing down at her, one arm resting on the small of her back, the other holding a mobile phone, and while he was making a good attempt at appearing interested in what the girl was saying, the regular flashes of light from his phone gave him away. He found himself feeling almost sorry for the girl, in love with a guy who was clearly more interested in whatever was on his phone than he was in her and he stopped to watch, something about her seeming achingly familiar. She was dressed conservatively, blue jeans, not too tight, not too clingy, a long, dark duffle coat to protect her from the weather and dark shoes, maybe trainers, her long dark hair flowing loose down her back. She aroused all of his paternal instincts, making him want to go over and protect her from this dick of a boy who paid more attention to his phone than he did to her. Some boys just didn't value what they had. A blue saloon pulled up outside the cinema and the boy looked at his phone before turning towards the car. The driver tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as she waited, windows wound down and blaring music into the night air. Disentangling himself from the cinema girl, the boy gave her a quick peck on the cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the car and leaning over to give the driver a long kiss on the mouth. The car pulled away with a screech of its tires and the girl seemed to visibly shrink, pulling into herself as she hunched further into her coat and began walking along the high street. With a shock, he realised the boy had left her to walk home on her own. Now his protective instincts kicked into full bore, in his book you never left a girl to walk home alone, especially late at night. He felt an unaccustomed spurt of rage at the the boy for leaving her here to drive off with some other woman, what kind of a dick was he for Gods sake. Feeling an overwhelming sense of responsibility, he started to walk in the same direction as the girl, for no other reason than wanting to make sure she got home safe. But still there was that nagging familiarity in the back of his mind. As he went, he ran down his list of friends, wondering if perhaps she was the younger sister of one of them. She certainly looked young, her head hidden by the hood of her jacket as she walked dejectedly down the road. But he knew most of his friends sisters well enough to know that they wouldn't put up with that kind of crap from a guy. With any luck, he hoped they'd also had it drilled into them to not walk home on their own. The girls he worked with were all far too materialistic to even consider dating a guy who didn't own their own car, so that cut them out. He supposed it might possibly be one of his cousins, but as he only saw them at weddings and funeral he didn't know how to tell. As she thrust her hands deeper into her pockets and picked up her pace, he struggled to keep up, moving over to her side of the road to keep her in sight through the late night traffic. It was only when she started running that he realised his mistake. With a quick glance behind her she sprinted off, turning into a dark alley, and without a thought he followed her, wanting to reassure her that he meant her no harm. She was quick though, he'd give her that, he actually had to push himself to catch up with her. At the end of the alleyway he stopped, looking left and right, unsure which way she'd gone. It was only when he felt the cool steel of a blade against his neck and felt her breath whisper past his ear that he began to worry about the situation he'd gotten himself into. *** "Okay Asshole," she whispered menacingly in his ear, the blade pressing tighter against his throat, "I'll give you five seconds to explain why you're following me and then I'm calling the police." Taking a deep breath he tried to reassure himself, after all, he was just being a good citizen here, making sure the girl got home safely. Okay so perhaps he hadn't done it in the best way, but he wasn't going to hurt her. By the looks of things though, if he didn't manage to convince her of that pretty soon he was gonna be the one ending up hurt. Although he knew he could probably overpower her in two seconds flat, he froze. And he hated himself for that momentary helplessness. After all, if he were a real predator she would be in real trouble right now. But some part of him admired her gutsiness and didn't want to ruin her illusion of control, however flimsy it may seem. Gulping down his insecurities he spoke, hoping he didn't have to use force on her. "I saw you outside the cinema," he ventured tentatively, "I wanted to make sure you got home okay." "Yeah right!" She spat in his ear, "you mean you saw me and figured I was willing enough last night so why not take advantage." Shit! The feeling of familiarity. It was her! What did he say? If he admitted he hadn't recognised her then she would think he was a complete dickhead who followed random strangers home, if he lied and said he did recognise her then he would confirm her analysis of him as an asshole who thought he could take advantage. It was a lose/lose situation. And then that punched in the gut feeling kicked in. She was in love with that other guy. He drew in a sharp breath at the physical pain it caused him, reliving that scene where she looked up into the other guys eyes, how could she love someone who left her after a date to go home with another woman? Was she just after revenge last night, a little payback for the boyfriend, a little jealousy? "So that guy huh," he grunted, trying to avoid pushing his skin against the knife "he's like your boyfriend right?" She didn't say anything in reply, just pulled the blade tighter against his throat. "You have one of these open relationships?" He questioned cruelly, "he goes home with some other chick and you pick up some stranger in a bar and fuck his brains out? That how it goes?" The silence stretched out and he filled it with his drunken bitterness. "You come home with me, give me the best night of my life and then vanish in the morning like I'm some kind of schmuck. You go running back to him and let him treat you like dirt and then get pissed off that someone worries about you walking home alone. Well fuck you lady!" And with that he angrily grabbed her wrist and twisted hard, the knife dropping to the ground as he pulled her to face him. Grabbing both of her hands in just one of his he held them above her head, pushing her back against the brick wall of the alley. "You think if I can do this some other bastard couldn't? You're a fucking rape waiting to happen and I sure as hell don't plan on waiting around to see that happen." With a snort of disgust he let go of her hands, trying his hardest to ignore the tears forming in her eyes as she bent to retrieve her knife. Storming out of the alleyway, he walked a short distance before waiting for her to exit, his surveillance more discreet this time. Watching as she entered her apartment he surreptitiously took note of the number, before chastising himself. After tonight he'd have no chance with her so what was the use, it's not like he was gonna be able to look after her. She was clearly on a self destruct mission with this guy and logic told him the best thing to do would be to let her get on with it, possibly picking up the pieces afterwards. But his pride rebelled against that, he was worth more than a rebound fuck, what they had together was something special, something unique. And if she was too caught up in this other guy to realise that, well then he'd just have to show her himself. Sandy's Seduction Ch. 09 Turning the key in the lock Sandy pushed open the door to her small flat and breathed a sigh of relief. Home. The door clicked shut behind her, loud in the silence and she let out a small, startled squeak. The surprise encounter in the alley with the stranger from last night had shaken her up more than she'd expected. And yes, she knew she shouldn't have been walking home alone but Rob rushing off after their date had upset her more than she was willing to admit. Walking had seemed the only way to let off steam. Leaning back against the door she took deep calming breaths, trying to get herself under control again. If she was honest, she hadn't been so much scared by the stranger as turned on. The same effect he'd had on her in bar, she acknowledged. There was just something about him that made her go weak at the knees when he was around, and somehow she'd known he would never intentionally hurt her. Women's intuition perhaps. In fact he'd seemed more angry at the thought that someone else might harm her. It was nice to feel cared for, she thought regretfully. If only Rob was like that... The harsh buzzing of the intercom system made her jump again, her heart racing as she wondered who would be calling round at this time of night. It could only be Rob! She smiled as she tripped happily down the stairs, all thought of the stranger forgotten in the joy of seeing Rob again. Trying to wipe the grin off her face she tugged open the front door then froze. "Oh!" she said in shock. That was all she managed to get out before the strangers mouth descended on hers, the kiss hard and punishing and oh so arousing. Pushing her into the communal hallway he kicked the door shut behind him and she winced at the sound. The neighbours would not be pleased. His hand snaked round the back of her head, holding her immobile as his lips continued their bruising kiss. With a moan she succumbed, all thought flying from her head as her fingers tangled in his hair and her tongue danced with his. Pushing her back against the wall, he pressed against her and she could feel the proof of his arousal pressed hard against her stomach. Warmth pooled between her thighs and she squirmed against him, wanting to be closer, needing to touch him. He seemed to have the same idea. His calloused hands tugged at her top, pushing it up and over her head so that her arms were pinned behind her by the sleeves. Not stopping to remove the rest of it he bent his head to her breast, sucking and teasing her nipples with his teeth through the lacy covering of her bra. Biting her lips, she struggled not to moan at the sensations coursing through her. Each tug of his mouth on her breast seemed to trigger an echoing longing between her legs. When he pulled down her bra to expose her hard nipples to his warm wet tongue she wriggled helplessly, her back arching as she tried desperately to get nearer to the source of her pleasure. The rough rasp of his stubble across her sensitive skin was in sharp contrast to the softness of his mouth. She wanted to grab his head and pull him closer as he teasingly rubbed his cheek over her hard nipples, the combination of pain/pleasure almost too much as she fought to free her arms from the constricting material of her top. With a shock she felt her jeans being pushed down to her ankles, she hadn't even felt him undoing them, so caught up was she in the feeling of his mouth on her breast. With a groan he knelt before her and she could only watch as his head moved closer to the source of her aching need. His hot breath on her skin made her shiver, his tongue and lips pressing teasing kisses at the very top of her thighs. At the first touch of his tongue against her damp panties her hips bucked involuntarily. She couldn't help it, it felt so good to have him touch her there. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her still, imprisoned by her clothes and the sensations he was arousing with just his mouth, she was utterly helpless, utterly his. His teeth bit into the waistband of her panties, yanking them down without using his hands. She thought she'd never seen anything more erotic, then his mouth was back against her, his tongue delving between her dripping folds and rational thought became impossible. His teeth nipped teasingly as his tongue tantalisingly flicked over her swollen clitoris. She could feel the tension building inside of her as his tongue became more frantic, drawing sweeping circles as she shook from the effort of trying to stay upright, the only thing holding her up was his hands on her hips and the wall behind her, her legs were weak with pleasure and she was sure if he let go she'd collapse in front of him right there in the hallway. Sucking hard on her mound he thrust his tongue deep inside her and that was it. With a shuddering moan she came, feeling his tongue lap more gently against her now, taking the time to taste her, to drink in the juices of her orgasm. Unable to stand any longer she let gravity take her, sliding bonelessly down the wall until the bare flesh of her bottom met the cold tiled floor. The shock of it against her heated flesh brought her to her senses. She'd just let this stranger give her the most incredible orgasm in the communal hallway of her apartment block. And here she was, legs splayed, trousers round her ankles like a wanton and almost completely naked in a place where any of her neighbours could see her if they happened to open their doors. She must be mad! Angry now she wrestled her top back on, tugging up her jeans as she glared at the man in front of her. The lustful grin on his face quickly fading as she dressed hurriedly. "I'm sorry," he offered in a quiet tone. "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I came over. I just wanted to apologise for scaring you earlier." "Well you certainly did that!" Sandy bit out angrily, disgusted at herself for letting him affect her so easily. Why did all rational thought fly from her head whenever he was around! "I know," he said, at least having the good grace to look a little shamefaced at the unexpected turn of events. "How about we start again, I'm Craig." Holding out her hand to shake his, she felt again that tingle of electricity as their skin touched. Why was it she'd never felt like this with Rob, she wondered bemusedly as Craig helped her to her feet. His fingers clinging to hers as if reluctant to let go. Unsure what to do now, Sandy waited, all anger gone now as she took in his dishevelled appearance and obvious arousal. Logic stated that she should tell him to leave, that would be the sensible thing to do. Instead she found herself inviting him up to her flat, leading him up the narrow steps and through her front door, still slightly ajar from her rapid exit earlier. Sitting him down on her ragged old couch she quickly made coffee for them both. Returning to the living room to find that he'd kicked off his shoes and made himself at home. His presence seemed to fill the small room, it was almost like he belonged there. Mentally chastising herself for her flights of fantasy she handed him his mug and settled down on the sofa next to him. She was the first to break the silence. "Well... Umm... This is a little awkward," she mumbled selfconsciously, gripping her coffee cup tightly between her hands as she leaned back against the arm of the sofa. What did you say to someone who'd seen you in various states of undress and arousal but had only just told you their name? "Yeah, it is a little," he agreed, smiling ruefully. "I have to say it's not a situation I usually find my self in." "Why?" she asked, her stomach tightening as she considered the implications of that statement. "Do you prefer to keep your women as nameless one night stands?" "Not at all!" he said, seemingly both shocked and offended at her question. "I don't 'do' one night stands. I don't pick up girls in clubs, I don't take strangers home with me and I certainly don't follow ladies home and ravish them in their hallway! Do you?" "Of course I don't," Sandy replied angrily. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?" Mind you, going from her previous behaviour she couldn't exactly blame him if he thought this was a relatively frequent occurrence. She definitely hadn't been fighting him off, not tonight or yesterday in the bar. In fact she'd been completely uninhibited and wanton, exactly like 'that kind of girl'. Shame made her cheeks redden and forced down her eyes as she thought back on exactly how uninhibited she'd just been. What was it about him that made her want to rip off his clothes every time she saw him. Even now her mind was wandering off into various fantasies of what they would do together once they'd finished their coffee. Just then he placed his empty cup down on the small side table and stood. "Listen," he said reassuringly. "I really ought to go, it's late and you should probably be getting to sleep." Sandy wanted to object but his tone of voice stopped her. By the sounds of things he'd already made up his mind about leaving and she wasn't going to lower herself to beg him to stay. "Okay," she agreed flatly, wanting to minimise the goodbyes as much as possible. "I'll walk you to the door." Dropping a kiss onto her forehead he smiled. "I'm sure I can find the way," he said, "you stay here and finish your coffee." Feeling unaccountably rejected, Sandy stayed where she was, watching as he walked to the front door. As he opened it he turned and smiled. "I'd like to see you again," he said. "How about dinner tomorrow?" Biting her lip to keep from saying anything Sandy just nodded. The door slamming shut behind him shocked her out of her immobility and she rested her cup on the table. Did he mean it about dinner tomorrow? Only one way to find out she supposed... Sandy's Seduction Ch. 10 It was only at 5pm the next day that Sandy began to panic. She was quite impressed with her own self control! Unfortunately, that didn't help her much now, so many questions. What if he came, what if he didn't? What time would he get there, where would they go, what should she wear? Logically, she reasoned, dinner wouldn't be until at least 7pm right? Maybe even 9pm. Why oh why had she not stopped to think last night? Oh yes, it was that damn chemistry between them that made her go all needy and lustful inside. Oh well. She couldn't do much about whatever time he decided to turn up but at least she could find some clothes to wear, something casual and feminine, but more importantly, easy to remove. *** By the time the doorbell rang at 8pm, she'd almost convinced herself he wasn't coming. Nevertheless, she was ready, if a little nervous by the time he made it up the stairs to her apartment. "Wow!" He mouthed at her as he stood back to take her all in. He indicated with his finger that she should turn and she piroutted with a satisfied smirk, his reaction was everything she'd hoped for when picking this dress. At first glance, it was your average little black dress, modest neckline, short capped sleeves and a full knee length skirt. But when she twirled, the skirt lifted like a dancers and she grinned as he caught a glimpse of her stockings and no panties combo. With a groan, he reached out and yanked her against him, cupping her butt with both hands to lift and press her against the rapidly growing bulge in his trousers. Laughing, she wrapped her legs around his waist, wriggling slightly as his mouth descended to wreak havoc on her carefully applied make up. He took a few steps forward, desperate to get her naked and willing as soon as possible before his brain kicked in, reminding him why he was there. Dammit! Reluctantly pulling away and lowering her until she stood shakily on the floor, he took deep calming breaths, trying to return his libido to a sense of normality. From the looks of her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, she was suffering from the same predicament! "So," she grinned naughtily, "you like the dress?" "Mhm," he groaned, "but at this moment I'd like it better on the floor, with me buried inside you." She flushed even more, unused to that kind of talk. "Am I embarrassing you?" He questioned softly. "I didn't mean to." "No, it's fine," she stuttered, "I mean it's more than fine, I like it when you do that. I'm just not very used to it." "You like it do you?" He growled. "So if I told you that all I can think about right now is bending you over that sofa and thrusting so deep into you that you scream my name..." Squeezing her eyes shut, Sandy struggled against the images that his words were evoking. "I see you do," he laughed. "But if I follow through on that promise we're going to be late for dinner." Opening her eyes again she sighed with regret, followed by a small tinge of happiness that he had actually planned on dinner. "Where are we going?" She asked, smoothing her dress and quickly reapplying some lipstick. "It's a surprise," he replied with a grin, "but I think you'll like it." *** The restaurant was dark and intimate, and the waiter led them to a table at the back. A single candle sputtered in a jar in the centre of each table and the lamps around the walls were turned low. The tables were small and Sandy felt Craig's leg brush hers as he sat down, that instant spark of awareness making her eyes twinkle with mischief in the dim light. Catching her gaze, Craig winked, letting one leg nudge forwards until it was resting between hers. So close that she could feel the heat emanating from beneath his trousers. "So," she said huskily as he rubbed his knee against her inner thigh, "this is, umm, cosy." "So it is," he drawled, "I hadn't noticed." Leaning forward she rested her elbows on the table, taking one of his hands between hers and tracing patterns on his palm with her fingers. She felt him try subtly to release himself from her hold but she held firm, smirking slightly at his discomfort. "Do you know what I'm doing?" She asked, wondering what it was about him that brought out this devilish playful side of her. "Haven't a clue," he replied with a grin. "Care to tell me?" "Well," she began teasingly, watching from the corner of her eye as the waiter began to approach, "I'm writing down all the things I plan to do with you when I get you home." "No fair," he growled, then groaned in frustration as the waiter appeared to take their order. The look on his face was almost comical, thought Sandy, as he struggled to concentrate on what she was writing whilst simultaneously giving their order to the waiter. She could almost sense Craig willing the poor waiter away as he started to reel off the list of specials, sides and various other accompaniments. The order finally taken, the waiter ambled off to the kitchen as Craig shot her a murderous look. "I'm holding you to that baby," he murmured and she blushed beneath his gaze. Clearly he had better concentration skills than she'd thought. Snatching her hands back and placing them in her lap where they couldn't cause any more trouble, she wondered again how it was that she could be so wanton with this man and yet so reserved with others. Stealing a glance up at him, she caught him watching her intently, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Perhaps it's time I told you exactly what I plan to do with you," he said in slow, measured tones. "After all, I already know how much you like it when I do..." Sandy squirmed in her seat, feeling the wetness pool between her thighs as he spoke. His voice sent shivers down her spine as she waited. Her thighs pressing together instinctively, wanting to satisfy that aching tingling sensation that was building there. His knee between hers, thrust rhythmically back and forth against her stocking clad skin. The sudden appearance of a glass in front of her, followed by a trickle of wine into the bowl, shocked her out of her lust filled haze and she glared back at Craig, recognising that he'd just pulled the same trick on her that she had tried earlier. Damn him! Pretending to taste the wine and nodding her approval, she shot daggers at Craig over the table, noticing that his leg still moved against hers below. Wine glasses full, she lifted hers for a toast. Tilting his glass against hers, Craig winked before speaking softly so that only she could hear. "To making it through the entire meal." "Agreed," she whispered back, challenge set. ***