An Artful Dance of Seduction - Sex Stories

An Artful Dance of Seduction

Lucia looked around at the happy smiling faces of the rich and beautiful. They were here to see and be seen. Her Sunday outdoor ritual had been going on for two months now. There was only one more month to go, and her genealogy study for the government would take her to a new place, a new set of surroundings, offering the same empty and unfulfilling experiences that dragged her down now. Lucia had grown up in a negative home environment and that was the filter she wore. Lucia had exemplary marks and was intrigued by the job the headhunters had offered her. After many years of university, Lucia thought it would be an answer to her boredom, to her unfilled life. What she really needed was a new filter to help her enjoy her life. She liked to blend in and go unnoticed. The undercover siren was naturally quiet, and purposefully underplayed her beauty. No one noticed her, or approached her. Or so she thought. Across the busy outdoor café, through dozens of people, an attractive set of eyes watched her. It was a typical Sunday afternoon, and as usual, Lucia hid her beauty behind dark glasses and drab clothing. Lucia did this because she didn’t want to become involved. People were trouble. People were abusive and annoying. People were boring. Small talk eroded an average person’s life to a multitude of platitudes that were repeatedly endured by the recipients. She wanted none of it. People always had their own agenda. Being in her mid-forties, Lucia had witnessed too many ...

... injustices. The architecture and history in each new country were powerful and beautiful, worth pursuing, but the nameless crowd held no interest. George had witnessed a lot. He had traveled the world and had appreciated the fulfillment of accomplishing many dreams and goals. Now in his mid-fifties, he wondered what was left to enjoy. What would inspire him to enjoy the upcoming days? Every Sunday for the past six months he sat at the same table watching the tourists and travelers in Berlin. Their excited, animated conversations were like music that nourished his soul. Then one Sunday, his dream girl arrived. She hid her charms well, but that only intrigued George even more. She projected a unique style and demonstrated mannerisms that indicated she was definitely 'all that'. The beautiful woman’s long blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, but her features were exquisite. Like some models, she had high cheek bones set on a pretty heart shaped face. George had never seen her eyes, since her sunglasses were a staple. But in his heart he knew she would be beautiful. George wanted to coax the smoldering seductress inside of her to emerge. Her beauty was well hidden but unmistakable. Over the past few months George found himself thinking about the mysterious woman in the café, more and more, to the point of obsession. George rarely let his obsessive behaviour get the better of him, but he could feel his psyche eroding out of control. He had to meet her. George had to find out ...