5 comments/ 33136 views/ 14 favorites Seducing Louisa By: deepemerald Louisa turned around and looked into the deepest brown eyes she'd ever seen. Slowly she became aware of the fact that they belonged to a tall man on the other side of the counter. He was leaning against the counter, with a smile on his face. His hair was almost black and cut very short, and despite the early hour he had a five o'clock shadow on his face. He was wearing a long black winter coat and underneath it she could spot a black jumper with a V-neck that exposed some of his black chest hair. She smiled at him. "How can I help you, sir?" she asked. "I'd like a cup of coffee," he said, revealing a faint Eastern European accent. "What type of coffee?" she asked, motioning with one hand towards the board that listed dozens of different varieties. "Just a regular cup of coffee." She poured him a cup and handed it to him. His hand brushed past hers and she felt a jolt of electricity through her body. Her nipples stiffened and the tingles went all the way down to between her legs, giving her that slightly forbidden and pleasurable moist feeling. "What's your name," her customer asked as he sipped his coffee. "My name is Louisa," she replied. "Louisa," he tasted her name. "It's a very beautiful name for a very beautiful woman. I'm Stan." "Pleased to meet you, Stan," she smiled at him, wondering how long he intended to stay, hoping that nobody else would come in and want coffee and drive him away. She couldn't quite explain why this man she'd never met was having this effect on her, it was a completely foreign feeling, but she didn't want it to go away. She didn't want him to go away. "And may I ask why are you serving coffee here on a cold morning like this when you should still be tucked up in bed, in your lover's embrace?" The intimacy of the suggestion made Louisa blush. "I'm a student," she said, "and this is the only way I have of earning some extra money." "Oh, a student," he said wistfully. "With nobody to take care of you?" "My father died when I was 12. My mother is ill. I've taken care of myself for a long time." They were interrupted by the sound of the bell, announcing that someone else had walked through the door. It wasn't another customer, but a short, stocky man looking for Stan. "Hey Boss! We gotta get going or we'll get stuck in rush hour traffic." "Duty calls," said Stan regretfully. "I have to leave you. Take care, fair Louisa." Louisa watched him go, with a longing smile on her face. Never before had she reacted like this to a man. Her entire being was on fire for him and it was all she could do not to throw herself in his arms earlier. She wondered who he was and if she'd ever see him again. She'd been working in this coffee shop every other morning for the last three years and she'd never seen him before, and she was on a first name basis with most of the regulars. A week later Louisa opened the shop at 5.30 and within minutes the tall figure of Stan made his presence known. Once again Louisa experienced the tightening of her nipples and fire between her legs. She had to pinch herself to stop herself from throwing herself into his arms. "Good morning, Stan," she smiled. "Would you like a regular coffee?" "You remember my name, Louisa," he said with a big smile, revealing impeccable white teeth. "And you mine." "How could I forget it? This last week all I could think about was the beautiful brown haired girl with the clear blue eyes in the coffee shop. I came back the day before yesterday and I rushed over here yesterday morning, but you weren't working." His revelations did nothing to abate her growing lust. "It was my day off." "I know," he smiled, "the girl told me. So I set my alarm to be here first thing today, because I wanted to speak with you." "Oh?" she couldn't think of what to say. "Yes, Louisa. I can't get you out of my mind. Please make me the happiest man alive and agree to accompany me to dinner tonight." He was asking her out on a date! Louisa wanted to dance around with happiness. "I'd love to." "Wonderful! Now please give me your address and I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock, if that's alright with you." Louisa gave him her address and instructions for how to find it, but before they had a chance to get better acquainted another man, as tall as Stan, but blonde and much more muscular, walked in. "It's time boss," said the new arrival. "We have to get going." Stan said goodbye and promised to be at her apartment at 7 on the dot. Louisa felt as though the rest of the day went by in a fog. Half the time she was absolutely fascinated by this man who evoked reactions in her that she'd never before experienced. Half the time she thought she was insane for agreeing to go out with a man that she knew nothing about. The sexual attraction won the battle and shortly before 7 she inspected her image in the mirror. Her long chestnut curls had been stylishly gathered by a hairclip. She wore a moderate amount of makeup, bringing out her blue eyes. She'd put on some of her nicest clothes, a pretty white blouse and a knee length embroidered black skirt. She wore knee high boots and a green poncho to keep warm in the cold night. For the first time in her life she'd gone out and bought new underwear for a date so she had pretty black lace knickers and a sexy white, lace edged, bra that showed off her firm breasts at their full D-cup size without being too provocative. She felt confident that she looked good and her roommates gave her thumbs up as she waited for Stan to pick her up. True to his word, Stan rang the doorbell at 7. Louisa opened and was thrown aback by his striking figure. He handed her a bouquet of red roses and she invited him in so that she could put the flowers in water. She felt proud as she noticed her roommates' reactions to Stan. He was looking incredibly handsome tonight, dressed in a dark grey suit, a crisp white shirt and a subtle red tie. He was freshly shaved and Louisa caught the masculine scent of his aftershave. It was almost too much to handle. She'd never been this attracted to any man in her life and she could tell that any of her roommates would have gladly taken her place tonight if she'd let them. They walked downstairs to where he'd parked an understated black Mercedes and he opened the passenger door and made sure she was comfortable before closing her door and entering the driver's side. Soon they drove off and Stan chatted a little as he drove them to a fine restaurant, well beyond Louisa's budget. As he reached across her and unbuckled her belt he lightly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Don't look so frightened, my angel," he smiled. "There is nothing for you to worry about. I won't make you do anything that you don't want to do. You're absolutely safe with me." Louisa smiled back at him. He knew exactly what was going on in her head. Stan was obviously a respected customer at the restaurant. All the staff addressed him by name and they were given a private table in a corner. He conferred with the sommelier about the wine he was ordering and then he recommended food to Louisa that he thought she might like. There were no prices on her menu, but she was sure that it would take her a long time of pouring coffee in the mornings to earn enough money to pay for dinner in this restaurant. The wine helped calm Louisa's nerves. She was 23 and a graduate student, but she'd never been much of a party girl so she wasn't particularly used to alcohol. The wine slipped down like the softest velvet and soon she felt herself relaxing and enjoying the evening. She found out that Stan was in his early 30s and a self-made business man. He'd emigrated nearly penniless from Eastern Europe 10 years earlier and built his own business empire. He was proud of his achievement, but modestly played down his obvious wealth, a trait that Louisa found extremely attractive. Louisa told him about how her father's untimely death and her mother's debilitating illness had made her more determined to succeed. She shared her worries about attending graduate school when she knew that she would have been able to afford better care for her mother if she'd gone straight to work after getting her degree, but her mother had insisted that she follow her dreams. Stan reached for her hand. "So much responsibility for such a frail young girl," he said with warmth in his eyes as his thumb caressed her hand. "I'm not that frail," she protested with a laugh. "I'm 5'9" and even though you can't see it by looking at me, I'm a champion kick boxer." Stan laughed. "You're full of surprises, Louisa. I have to make sure not to get on the wrong side of you." They had coffee with their dessert and when Stan had signed the credit card slip he walked her out into the cold night to where his car was parked. "Angel," he said and caressed her cheek. "It's much too cold for you to be outside in that pretty outfit tonight, but I don't want our evening to end. Can I take you back to my apartment for a nightcap? I promise that I won't drink more than I'll be able to drive you home later on." Anxious, nervous and excited about the prospects of being alone with Stan, Louisa nodded in agreement. He leaned forward and pressed his warm lips against her forehead before he opened the passenger door and helped her inside. His apartment was only a few blocks down the road from the restaurant, in a part of town Louisa rarely had a reason to visit. She couldn't help but ask the question that was on her mind. "Why do you come for coffee at my coffee shop? There must be something much more convenient nearby." "There are many that are nearer," he smiled at her, "but none where I get served by the prettiest girl in town." Louisa blushed at his words. She wasn't used to being complimented like that. He drove into an underground garage and parked near the elevators. He swiped a card through a reader and the elevator took them straight up to the penthouse suite. Louisa gasped in amazement as she walked through the door. The penthouse had beautiful views of the city and it was furnished in understated luxury. Stan was obviously a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, but valued comfort before trends. "Do you like it?" Stan had walked up behind her and he placed his hands on Louisa's shoulders as he asked the question, his lips inches from her ears. "It's wonderful," she replied. "I can see why you'd rather return here than to my apartment." The thought of her cheap student accommodation that she shared with three other girls made him chuckle. "I paid my dues in much worse places than that when I first came to this country, which is probably why buying this place was so important to me. I grew up with my parents and two brothers in a drafty one room apartment and the one thing I always wanted was a place of my own where I would be warm even in winter. Now, please make yourself comfortable by the fireplace and I'll pour you a drink." As Louisa noticed that Stan was taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes she felt free to take off her boots and tuck her legs in under herself as she warmed up by the magnificent fireplace. She placed her poncho on top of her boots and thought that she could absolutely understand Stan's need to feel warm in his home. Ever since she and her mother had to leave the family home where she was born she'd lived in houses that were impossible to heat in winter and that couldn't be cooled in the summer. Here she felt completely at ease. He came up to her with two glasses in his hands and Louisa's eyes wondered to where he'd unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, showing some of the mat of black hair that covered his chest. Rather than sitting down on one of the other two leather sofas he handed her a glass and slipped down right next to her, casually placing his arm around her shoulders. Louisa wasn't sure how much time passed next. They both finished their drinks and she turned down his offer of a refill and they kept chatting. Stan's arm was starting to feel awfully comfortable on her shoulders and she found herself leaning against him. Then he looked into her eyes and leaned forward, carefully placing his lips on hers. His lips caressed hers until she slowly parted them. Then he slipped his tongue through, tasting her mouth, exploring it and playfully teasing her tongue. His hands had come to rest on her cheeks when he finally broke the kiss. "My sweet angel," he whispered, "you taste delightful. Please tell me if I'm moving too fast." "You're not," she whispered back, not trusting her voice. He pulled her closer into his arms and devoured her mouth yet again. This time his hands started exploring her body, moving across her breasts, past her waist and over her hips and thighs. Louisa finally gained enough confidence to respond to his caresses by running her hands over his back and he interpreted her response as an invitation to use his hands more intimately. He cupped her breasts through the blouse and his thumbs caressed her hard nipples through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Louisa was on fire. She could feel the wetness between her thighs as her excitement grew. She'd been excited before, even made out with a few boyfriends, but never before had she felt passion like this. Far too soon Stan broke the contact and they were both breathing heavily. She could see traces of her lipstick on his swollen lips and she imagined that her lips were at least as swollen and she could feel that her cheeks were flushed. He looked into her eyes and she could see the fire in his. "Angel," he said softly, "I promised you that you'd be safe with me, and I stand by that. I'd love to take this one step further, but one word from you will put a stop to that. If you don't want to make love tonight, tell me now and I'll stop what we're doing, enjoy the rest of the evening and then take you home. I hope that you'll want to make love to me some time, but it doesn't have to be tonight if you don't feel ready." "I want to make love with you," she confessed. "But..." Her voice faded away. He took her hands in his. "But what, my darling?" "I'm a virgin. I don't know what to do. I don't have protection and I would die if I became pregnant before I finished my education." The confession burst out like a waterfall. Stan took her into his arms. "Are you really a virgin, my love? And you're willing to give that gift to me?" "Yes," she whispered. "I've never felt this way with anyone before." "Neither have I. I promise that when we make love I will try to make it as painless and enjoyable as I can possibly make it for you. I'm free from diseases, but I don't want you to worry about anything so I'll fully protect us both. I want you to be able to finish your education. You must be allowed to follow your dreams." "Thank you," she kissed him lightly and settled into his arms. "Do you want me to take you home?" Louisa's lip quivered. "I thought you wanted to make love with me." "Oh, angel, I do! But I thought that maybe you'd rather wait until you're more at ease with me. I thought that maybe you'd want to wait and make sure that I wasn't just going to love you and leave you." Louisa's eyes locked with his. "Please Stan, make love to me tonight. Make me a woman." He stood up and without a word he took her into his arms and walked her into the master bedroom that had no furniture except a loveseat by the panoramic window and an enormous bed with navy blue satin sheets. He put her down by the side of the bed and she sat and watched as he undressed before her. The wardrobes were cleverly hidden as panels in the wall and he opened one, revealing a laundry hamper. He unbuttoned his shirt and shook it off, throwing it into the hamper. Louisa's eyes took in the soft black mat across his chest, thinning off like an arrow, disappearing down the waistline of his trousers. He soon unbuckled his belt and the trousers went the same way as the shirt, showing off a sizeable bulge in his briefs. He took off his socks and with a wry smile at Louisa's shy blush he stripped off his last garment, standing before her completely naked. "Now it's time for you," he smiled as he pushed the wardrobe shut. "Please, let me." He pulled her up on her feet and unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed her cleavage as her bra was revealed. "You smell so delicately feminine," he said as he breathed in the aroma of her cleavage, while cupping her breasts. Then he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and half worried about fitting the sheer size of him inside her tight space. But she was determined to trust him. As he kissed her his arms reached around her and unclasped her bra. He then slowly loosened their embrace, releasing her breasts from their confinement. He breathed in sharply as he took in their size and firmness. He cupped them with his hands and wrapped his lips around each nipple in turn. Louisa moaned with pleasure as she felt his warm mouth sucking on her erect nipples. She'd always known that her nipples were sexually sensitive, but not how much. Soon his thumbs disappeared into the waistband of her new knickers and he pulled them down. He took her in his arms and placed her on the bed and he soon followed, lying down next to her. He kissed her and caressed her breast with one hand. "You're a hundred times more beautiful that I imagined," he whispered against her ear. "Do you trust me?" "I trust you." He placed a trail of little kisses down her chest and her flat stomach. Then he ran his lips past the trimmed triangle of chestnut hair before he parted her legs so that he could fit between them. Louisa had heard of this and knew what to expect, but that didn't prepare her for the delicate feeling of his lips parting her other lips. She gasped in bewilderment as his tongue softly caressed her clit. His tongue then travelled down her slit until it found the opening that was the source of her sweet nectar. She could hear him lapping up her sweet juices as his tongue circled her tight hole. Then his mouth moved back to her clit, this time wrapping his lips around the engorged pleasure nub and flicking his tongue across it gently. Slowly he inserted a finger into her hole, gently teasing her until a second finger could fit inside. With his hand he slowly started penetrating her as deeply as he could, before withdrawing and then repeating the action again, faster this time, then faster, then faster. Louisa began writhing underneath him and he used his arms to keep her hips in place. She'd never imagined that a man could give her pleasure like this by only using his mouth and hand, and she didn't know what to do. She tossed her head from side to side and squealed in delight with every move he made. Finally he had three fingers inside her. He was still teasing her clit with his skilful mouth. She could feel her own juices flowing down her crack as his fingers moved in and out the slippery hole. Then it was as though she lost control of her body. What started a shiver became convulsions, she cried out her passion as she was seized by her first ever full-blown orgasm. When her body made its final shudder he slowly pulled out his fingers and released her clit from the grip of his lips. He climbed up on top of her and settled next to her with one leg over hers and one arm across her breasts. "You taste wonderful," he said, licking one of his wet fingers. He held out another for her to taste and she smiled at him, taken aback by the sheer eroticism of the act. Then he started caressing her breasts, while kissing her. "Do you want me to..." Louisa's voice trailed off as she couldn't bring herself to say the words, her face was on fire with embarrassment. Seducing Louisa He smiled and kissed her deeply. "My dearest angel," he laughed and placed another kiss on her nipple. "Tonight is your night. If you in the future want to reciprocate what I just did, I would love to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, but I would never insult you by demanding such an act from you and certainly not tonight." Louisa relaxed again. The thought of performing something like that scared her. Her girlfriends had told her about boyfriends who'd demanded being sucked and that was one of the reasons she'd held on to her virginity for so long. Funnily, the thought of bringing Stan pleasure in that way didn't turn her off, it excited her, but she was conscious of not knowing what to do, or how, and she was glad she could deal with that another time. Stan kept caressing and kissing her and soon Louisa's body was on fire again. Her moans got louder and the movements of her hips told him that she was more than ready to receive him. He stretched across her to a nightstand-like shelf protruding from the wall and pulled out a packet and a tube from a drawer. From the packet he took a small foil wrap and then he tossed it back into the drawer. He settled back next to Louisa, opened the foil and took out the condom. "My darling," he said softly, "will you help me put the condom on?" She nodded breathlessly and together their hands moved towards his engorged shaft. He placed the condom on his swollen head and then he took her hand in his, guiding her as she rolled the condom onto his thick eight inches, letting her feel the power and the heat protruding from his hips. As the condom wrapped him safely he held her hand there, squeezing his manhood, showing her how the sheer pressure of her hand gave him pleasure. He then brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "You did great," he reassured her and then he reached for the tube. "You were very wet before, but I'm big and I don't want to hurt you so I'm just going to squirt a little bit of lube on you. It'll be cold, but that'll only last a few seconds." He applied a generous amount of clear gel in and around her opening and true to his word it warmed up in no time. Louisa shuddered slightly with nerves as he placed his knees between hers. He noticed it and leaned forward to kiss her. He played a bit more with her breasts on his way up and soon she was on fire for him again, angling her hips to invite him inside. He placed his head at her opening and pushed gently, parting her lips and letting his engorged head enter the tight and warm canal. They both moaned with pleasure as they joined. The sweet pressure on his cock made him grit his teeth so as not to charge straight in. As he could feel her muscles relaxing he pushed himself further inside until he came to a stop. Once more he waited for her to adjust to his thickness. At this point he stopped, adjusted his position so that he could lean forward and take her in his arms. He parted her lips with his tongue and kissed her passionately as his hips forcefully thrust towards her, forcing his shaft through her barrier and breaking in where no man had been before. She cried out and he released her lips. She was in pain and the tears were rolling down her cheeks. He gently kissed her tears away, but didn't move his hips. He could feel her muscles struggling around him and it was extremely difficult not to start moving. Her sobs soon disappeared and they started kissing again. She wrapped her legs around him, an action to tell him that the pain had ebbed away and she could now only feel pleasure. Slowly he withdrew from her warm cave until he was almost completely out and then he slid back inside, welcomed by the movement of her hips. With long, deliberate strokes he built up a rhythm that she was happy to join. They both moaned with pleasure as he filled her, completed her. She felt her juices flowing, aiding his movements, making their union even more pleasurable. With each stroke she felt him moving deeper inside her and the pressure that he put against her clit made her wild with desire. He kissed her again. Their tongues explored each other's mouths with the fervour of someone on the brink of starvation. For a brief moment he broke the contact between their lips and started sucking on her nipples, only to possess her mouth again. His grunts and her moans filled the softly lit room as the pace of their love-making increased. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and her fingernails dug deep into his shoulders. He slammed his hips against her soft buttocks repeatedly, increasingly hard. Then came the moment she realised just what sex was all about. It started as a sweet tingling sensation in her most private cave, currently filled with Stan's throbbing manhood. It soon spread throughout her body. She cried out in surprise and passion and clung on tight to him as her body started shaking uncontrollably. The increased pressure around his shaft was all it took to push him beyond the point of no return and he groaned with satisfaction as he started shooting his load in release after release. They both panted as though they'd just run a marathon and Stan softly turned over, with Louisa still in his arm and his slowly shrinking cock still nested in her warm cavern. He caressed her lips with his and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Thank you, my lovely," he whispered to her. "You've given me such a beautiful gift tonight." "Thank you for making it special," she replied, feeling very shy all of a sudden. "I would like to fall asleep with you in my arms right now," he said with a concerned look on his face. "But I think I need to get you into the shower." He withdrew from her carefully and stepped off the bed. Then he leaned forward and picked her up in his arms as though she weighed no more than a child. She understood his concern when he placed her in the twin size shower and she felt a trickle of blood running down the inside of her thighs. He joined her in the shower and turned the water on hot. As the steaming water caressed their bodies he took a bar of soap in his hand, wrapped his arms around her and started soaping her soft, white skin. He was very careful around the battered opening of her pleasure centre in case she was sore, but still managed to tease her. He spent what felt like a lifetime soaping and cleaning her heaving breasts and by the time he'd finished she was on fire for him again. With a shy, but slightly wanton, smile she took the bar of soap from him and started returning the favour. His surprised smile soon turned into a satisfied grin as she took the opportunity to explore his body, run her hands through the black mat on his chest, and eventually wrap her hand around his rapidly hardening cock. After a few strokes he grabbed her arms and forced them around her back as he pressed her against him. Her breasts were squashed against his chest as his mouth once more took control of hers. Panting, he released her and smiled into her face. "My love," he said with a cheeky smile, "if I let you do any more I will not be able to stop myself again, and I really think I need to give you the chance to recover from before. Please, come to bed with me and sleep in my arms tonight. I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning." Stan stepped out of the shower and towelled himself dry as Louisa finished washing her hair. He gave her a little privacy as she dried herself and when she stepped back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around herself he came towards her, proud of his nudity and the effect she was having on him. He wrapped his arms around her and let the towel fall to the floor. "You won't be needing that tonight," he said before he picked her up and placed her on the bed that had been covered with new, clean sheets. She lay on her side and he wrapped himself around her. She could feel his hardness against the back of her legs and his hand cupping her breast, and it felt comforting as she drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight my love," he whispered as he turned the light off and the last thought in her head was that she was falling in love. Louisa heard some faint sounds and was only just starting to realise that she was waking up in a man's arms for the first time in her life when the bedroom door opened. The short man she'd seen with Stan the morning they first met stepped into the bedroom, said Stan's name and was then interrupted by an angry order from Stan, in a language Louisa didn't understand. Stan turned her around in his arms and kissed her. "I'm so sorry about that, my darling," he said apologetically. "Please stay here while I deal with this." He opened a wardrobe and pulled out a dressing gown as he left the bedroom. Louisa listened in fascination as she heard the rapid speech of the foreign language outside the door. She recognised Stan's voice, and the voice of the man who'd just walked in on them, and then there was at least one more man outside. She felt very vulnerable in her state of nudity. Soon the outer door closed and then she waited a few more minutes until Stan came back, carrying a tray. He put the tray on the side of the bed before taking off his gown again and slipping in next to her and kissing her again. "I've brought breakfast," he said and handed her a coffee and a warm croissant. He explained to her that the guys who worked for him weren't used to him having female company in his bedroom, which accounted for their rude awakening. His confession warmed Louisa's heart. He'd felt so experienced the night before that she'd felt a pang of jealousy thinking about all the women who'd brought him pleasure before. It was as though he could read her mind. "I have had lovers before you, as I'm sure you realise," he smiled as she blushed. "But you are the first woman I've taken home to this apartment. You're the first woman I've ever been in love with." Louisa nearly choked on her croissant. He was in love with her too? "You're in love with me?" she whispered. "I think so," he said, looking insecure for the first time since they'd met. "I know we've only just met and we have so much to learn about each other, but I've never felt this way before. I sincerely hope that you will give me a chance and maybe fall in love with me too..." "I think I already have..." He put his coffee to the side and then took away hers. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her with more passion than she could ever imagine. They clung to each other as their mouths joined and their tongues fought a passionate battle. His hands seemed to be everywhere, igniting hundreds of little fires all over Louisa's body. Then he pulled away, breathing heavily while reaching for the drawer with the condoms. "I'm sorry, my love," he panted. "I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you." "Please..." was all she could say as she parted her legs, opening her moist folds like a dewy rose. He needed no further encouragement but plunged his swollen manhood into her sweet pond with a loud groan. Gone was the tenderness of the previous evening. What they felt now was raw animal lust and she clung on tight to him as they moved their bodies in unison. His long deliberate strokes in and out of her slippery channel got increasingly faster, accompanied by their passionate moans. With her legs wrapped around him she encouraged their fiery union to greater depths. Louisa wondered how it was possible that only 24 hours earlier she'd been happy and content with her virginity and now she couldn't imagine spending another night without being filled with Stan's love. She looked into his eyes and saw the fire that was burning for her. His brow was covered with pearls of sweat and his chin looked dark and ominous, yet adding an exciting roughness when he moved so kiss and suck on her breasts. "Oh Stan," she panted. "Staaaaaaaan..." "Yes, my love. Give in to it!" The shudder intensified and the muscles that nestled around his shaft spasmed as her body gave in to the powerful climax of their vigorous lovemaking. With a final thrust he came to rest deep inside her and released his own orgasm in forceful jets. He collapsed on top of her and pulled her into his arms as he settled on his side, with his manhood still safely resting inside her. He kissed her softly and caressed her flushed cheek. "I don't think I love you anymore," he admitted. "I know I do." A tear fell from Louisa's eye as she took in his confession. "Don't cry, angel," he kissed the tear away. "That makes me feel even worse about the news I have to share now." "What's wrong?" Louisa asked nervously, anticipating that he was going to admit to already being married, or something even worse. "After last night I don't ever want to spend another night apart, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to leave you for a whole month." "A month?" Louisa despaired at the news. "Yes, that's why we were so rudely interrupted earlier. One of my ventures back in Europe is experiencing some problems and I have to go there and solve them in person. My flight leaves in three hours." "Three hours?" This was getting worse by the minute. "Yes, my darling. I have no time to spare. Take your time and have a long bath before you go. One of my men will be waiting with a car downstairs when you're ready to leave and he'll take you home. I'll be in touch with you as soon as I can and I'll come and see you the moment I return. Please wait for me." With those words he got out of the bed and as Louisa finished her now tepid coffee she watched as he threw some clothes into a small suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the shower and then he came out again, hair still moist, freshly shaved, and wearing business attire. He walked over to the bed and pulled Louisa into his arms. "I love you," he whispered against her lips. "I promise I won't be long." And then he was gone. Louisa spent the next couple of weeks in deep yearning. She got a few phone calls from Stan, but she was either in class or at work and only received short messages. After the first week a courier arrived with the keys to a car and an envelope. It read: 'My darling Louisa. I have heard how cold the winter is getting so I've arranged for you to have this car to take you to and from work and school. There's a key card in the glove compartment that will let you into the garage and the apartment if you need to warm up. Feel free to use them as your own." She felt strange about going to Stan's place without him being there, but she felt closer to him in the place where they'd made love. Then she received another letter. "I have booked a flight for you to go and see your mother for the holidays. Please use this credit card to pay for a hotel." In the envelope were a ticket and a credit card in her name. She was grateful for his generosity, but felt awkward about using his money. She didn't want to disappoint him by turning down his generosity and managed to find a reasonably priced motel near her mother's nursing home for the holidays. On Christmas morning she had a delivery. It was an exquisite necklace with matching earrings. The note attached said "I will be back on New Year's Eve. Please wear these when I pick you up at 8." She jumped for joy at the news of Stan's return. She spent a difficult day with her mother whose condition had deteriorated enormously since the summer. It was with a strange mixture of a heavy heart and exciting anticipation that she returned from her visit with her mother. When she came to open the coffee shop the next morning she was surprised to find her boss there. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I thought you'd quit. I've got the new girl coming in today." The colour drained from Louisa's face. "Why would you think that?" "Because the big blonde guy who's been hanging around outside whenever you've been working came in and said that you wouldn't be able to work for me anymore. I was annoyed at first, but then he told me that you'd found a replacement. I interviewed her and she's starting this morning." Louisa didn't know what to say. Then the big blonde man came inside and she'd recognised him as one of Stan's employees. She also realised that she'd seen him around quite a lot lately. He'd popped up all over the place. "Can I have a word with you?" he asked in a heavily accented voice. She agreed and they went outside. He started explaining. "I'm Peter and I'm in charge of Stan's security. He asked me to keep an eye on you while he was gone. He's a very powerful man and he's made a few enemies in his career. He also has a lot of money and now that you've been seen with him he was concerned about your safety. It wasn't his intention to force you out of your job or scare you in any way, but I've received some disturbing news and we thought it best to pursue this line of action to keep you safe." He might as well have been speaking a foreign language. Louisa couldn't comprehend these perceived threats to her safety. "But I don't understand." "Stan promises that he will explain everything when he returns. Until then he's made a small deposit into your bank account to make up for your lost earnings at the coffee shop until other arrangements can be made. There will also be someone from my team watching out for you at all times. It will either be me or one of these guys." He handed her two photos of rather intimidating looking men. "Stan has full faith in them and they'll be wearing the same uniform that I'm wearing. If you see anyone else trying to pose as one of us I want you to use this phone to call my pager. I will have someone with you within minutes, at any time, day or night." Peter walked her over to her car and handed her an envelope before retreating into the shadows. The brief note from Stan told her that he'd booked her into a luxury beauty treatment on New Year's Eve. He asked her to relax and enjoy it and pack a bag for a few days. Louisa woke up with butterflies in her stomach on New Year's Eve. She was grateful for the pampering she received as it helped push her nervousness about seeing Stan again to the back of her head. It had been five weeks since their one night together and so many odd things had happened since then. She was afraid that her growing desires had somehow made more of their brief time together than was really there and that he'd be disappointed in her once they met again. She was given the full works and when she looked at herself in the mirror, with her hair expertly tamed and professional makeup applied she blushed, thinking of the intimate waxing she'd endured. Then a stylist entered with a dozen gowns, all in the same shade of blue. She explained that she'd been instructed to find Louisa an outfit that matched her eyes and they chose one that brought out her feminine curves and Louisa felt like a princess. Two hours later she inspected herself in her bedroom mirror as she put on her new jewellery and placed the last few items in her battered old holdall. There was a knock on the door and her knees turned to jelly as she opened. Stan smiled and handed her a single, perfect red rose before he took her in his arms. He looked even more handsome than she remembered in tailor-made tuxedo. "My darling Louisa," he smiled. "I was afraid that you were going to turn out to be just a figment of my imagination, but here you are, lovelier than ever before. Are you ready to go?" Louisa grabbed her bag and he carried it out to a limousine, explaining that he didn't want to drive tonight as driving meant that he couldn't hold her in his arms. She was surprised to see them pull up outside his apartment building as she'd expected a restaurant. He laughed at the look on her face. "I didn't want anyone else to disturb us tonight." When they reached his apartment she was stunned by its transformation since she'd been there only the day before. The dining table was set for two and a waiter handed them champagne flutes as they entered. Stan handed her bag to someone and he walked her to the panoramic window. Seducing Louisa "Are you disappointed?" he asked. "Not at all," she confessed. "This is very romantic. I'm sure I'm going to enjoy tonight just as much as I've enjoyed every one of your gifts in the last month." He looked slightly bashful. "I know that I have kind of steamrolled myself into your life, but I was so far away and all I could think of was giving you pleasure." "You've given me much pleasure," she confessed. "But I don't want you to think that you have to shower me in gifts for me to love you. Nor do gifts make it easier to cope with being apart." "I know that money can't buy your love, but I hope you'll allow me to indulge you from time to time. I enjoy it so much." He kissed her and took her hand and led her to the dining table. The food tasted better than any meal Louisa had had before, but she was secretly wishing for the dinner to end and the people to disappear. All she wanted was to be alone with the man she loved. She soon had her wish. As soon as the dessert had been served they wordlessly disappeared, leaving Stan and Louisa with the sound of some of her favourite music. Once again he read her mind, stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and he took her into his arms and swept her into a slow and sensual dance. When the music finished he kissed her gently and dropped to one knee. "I knew I would never be happy if I didn't spend the rest of my life with you the night you gave me the precious gift of your virginity. Our time apart has only strengthened that conviction. You don't have to give me an answer tonight, but my intentions have been made clear. I will ask you on the last day of every month until you agree to be mine. My darling Louisa, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife." Louisa was stunned by the proposal, but she didn't give any consideration to the alternative he'd offered. She knew that this was right. "Yes," she said breathlessly. His face broke into an enormous smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, slowly bringing her down into his embrace and locking his lips with hers. They kissed for an eternity until Stan suddenly let her go. "I forgot!" he exclaimed, rather embarrassed. "The ring!" He dug into his pocket and pulled out a platinum ring with a stunning solitaire diamond. He placed it on Louisa's finger. "If you don't like it we can get something else." "I love it, I couldn't have chosen anything better myself." Once again he wrapped his arms around her and they kissed passionately. Their embrace heated up and soon he carried her into the bedroom. He unzipped her dress and gasped as he saw the tastefully provocative underwear that she was wearing. He took off her bra and caressed her breasts, sucking her nipples and setting her on fire. He pulled off the matching knickers and admired the smooth result of that day's waxing. Finally he rolled off her stockings as he kissed her lower lips intimately. With a gentle squeeze of her buttocks he stood up again, kissed her and moved to get undressed. Louisa took a deep breath and placed her hands on his. "No," she said, "let me." His initial surprise was replaced with a satisfied grin as Louisa undid his tie and threw it on the floor. It was soon followed by his jacket. Soon his upper body was naked and Louisa took her time, running her hands through his soft mat or chest hair. She kissed his nipples and was pleasantly surprised to find out that the action brought out a similar reaction in him as it did in her. Eventually she unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground. He helped her by stepping out of his shoes and trousers and then she pulled his socks off. He was only wearing his briefs and Louisa swallowed nervously as she pulled them off, releasing the full size of his bulge. She was on her knees and made no effort to get back on her feet. She wrapped one warm hand around his engorged shaft and squeezed slightly. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled encouragingly and lovingly, telling her with one look that she didn't owe him anything and he would love her without conditions. She opened her mouth and circled the dark mushroom head with her tongue. She then wrapped her lips around it and sucked him into her mouth. His gasp of pleasure encouraged her further. With her hand and her tongue she started exploring the tool that she knew was going to bring her so much pleasure tonight. She'd done some research on the subject and even tried swallowing a couple of times, with the desired effect. Suddenly Stan stopped her and pulled her up, crushing her breasts against his chest. "Oh darling," he whispered against her lips. "That was wonderful, but I couldn't let you continue any longer or I would have lost control and I didn't want to cum in your mouth." He walked her over to the bed and she lay down. He parted her legs and watched her unfold before his eyes, displaying a warm and wet welcome into his personal paradise. He dove in and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking it and teasing it with his tongue. Then he moved down and started lapping up her sweet nectar, while his nose continued teasing her engorged nub. He started flicking his tongue in and out of her, while teasing the insides of her thighs with his thumbs. She tried to hold back, but she'd waited for this moment for so long. She'd fantasised about being with him again and the real feeling was tenfold better than her own attempts in the single bed back at her place. She cried out her passion as the pleasure took over her body. When her orgasm had subsided, Stan started kissing her thighs and caressing her swollen lower lips. He then continued kissing her stomach until he reached her breasts. He cupped her heavy mounds and caressed and kissed their peaks. A long while later he finished his journey, burying his tongue in her mouth. She could feel the pressure of his erect shaft against her wet slit. He started reaching for the drawer where he kept the condoms when Louisa grabbed his hand. "You don't need those," she said and watched the smile on his face grow. "I went to the doctor for an injection. It's perfectly safe for us to make love without anything between us." "My love," he mumbled as his lips once more possessed hers. He reached down, but his manhood didn't need much guidance to find its way inside her womanhood again. She was still tight, but very moist and he was soon buried deep inside her and they both moaned with delight at the fulfilment of their union. They had all the time in the world and he started rocking slowly, taking care to feel every inch of her. She moved her hips in unison, welcoming every stroke he made. Their month apart had intensified their mutual hunger, and despite having already had one orgasm, Louisa soon gave in to another pleasure wave. Her cries were muffled by his deep kiss as he finally felt at liberty to release himself into her womb. When they'd finally caught their breath he playfully teased her breast. She could feel that he was getting hard again and she smiled at his insatiable appetite. "Was it this good last time?" he asked her. "Because if it was, I don't know how I managed to walk out on you that morning." "It was good last time," she mused. "And it's good today. Not better, just different." With those words she straddled her lover and smiled cheekily at the passionate response in his eyes. He helped guide himself inside her as she slowly lowered herself onto him and then he wrapped his hands around her breasts as she took control of their joining together. They didn't drift off to sleep until 6 o'clock the following morning and when they woke up at noon they made love again, followed by a long steamy shower that they didn't stop halfway through this time. In the following days they made up for a month of missed lovemaking and by the time Louisa had to go back to school she'd moved in with Stan and together they'd turned one of the spare bedrooms into a study for her. Stan supported Louisa through the rest of her graduate studies and he did everything in his power to make her mother's final months as comfortable as possible. 18 months after their first meeting Louisa finally graduated and a week later they were married in an intimate ceremony on a tropical island. Louisa started working, but soon realised that being the wife of such a rich and influential man had its drawbacks in that her colleagues didn't consider her as one of them. It hadn't been many months when she handed in her resignation with a sense of relief, about to embark on the journey of motherhood. Her oldest son is now 10 years old and he has 2 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers. Stan still treats her like a princess and she loves him even more now than the night the got engaged.