Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

... taken seriously. And he was a looker as well. Fairly athletic, impeccably dressed, and he took care of himself. Not a fop. Not a smooth jerk wearing a suit too expensive to know how to wear it. And after my little disaster with Dumb-Ass, I was easy pickings. I started falling for him. Not in love, but sexually. And he did know how to talk to a woman! Just being friendly, you know, not hitting on me at all, but definitely noticing me as a real woman. He of course had no idea what was going on inside my head and lap; he was just being friendly to a young woman. “He asked me about history and asked about some of the things he’d seen at a couple of history museums he usually went to. He was unmarried, you see, and pretty curious about things, so he read a lot. Pretty well read, all things considered, and pretty smart, so he spent a lot of time in museums and libraries. Now this was great! He was definitely someone I could talk to. "After a while, I noticed Dad had come into the kitchen and was watching us, and he must have been relieved someone was there to put me in a good mood so I wouldn’t decapitate any more of his colleagues and business associates. And Dad suggested Phil should take me to the museum later that week, since Phil had a couple of afternoons free during the week that time of year. Phil was happy to agree, and of course I was ecstatic. Now I just had to figure out how best to seduce him. “The age difference was...tricky. I knew that as well as anyone. I was of ...

... age and he was as good a lawyer as Dad, so there was no real risk of legal consequences,” and here we laughed loudly, “but man, I was sure my parents would still have killed me if they’d found out anything had happened, and poor Phil too, and even if I could convince them it was my idea, they’d no doubt make his professional life a graveyard. So, the first and most basic rule was absolute secrecy. Well, after a year of hot lesbian sex at a boarding school, secrecy was baked in my bones.” We laughed again and she rubbed my belly above my hard cock. “But what did he like? Now that was...not quite so tricky. I knew a lot about his relationships from Mom’s gossip. She used to chuckle on the phone after Dad’s latest report on Phil’s latest conquest about how Phil liked busty women in their 20s. Well, I was close to the second half of that and definitely had the first half. He liked women who were forthright―that was his word to Dad once, and Mom loved it. He flirted sometimes with Mom, and I’d seen how he acted then. Pretty smooth, like I said. “I decided the best thing was to plant the idea in his head of me as a grown, sexual woman and let it bloom over time. This was my first real attempt at turning the head of a male of the species,” and we chuckled, “and I was afraid of being too obvious or too ambiguous. So, when he picked me up, I was dressed very well and not too revealingly. Not obviously revealing, rather. I of course had the loose button right at nipple level that left a ...