Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... whisper under your breath, almost embarrassed at what you said. You know that everything seems to have developed to get you to this one moment in time and you smile broadly, watching him at the bar he is facing you, deliberately looking towards you and smiling; thinking exactly the same thing as you are;desire! He returns, conscious of being away from you for too long. Sitting opposite you, he places your drink in front of you and you look to him, your expression almost asking for understanding and his eyes clearly adore you, and nodding, as if saying ‘Yes I do’. You feel happy that he is with you, your third G&T starting to make you feel warm and as he unbuttons his jacket, the images of you both in the shower return to you, this time you will not repress them. He looks out at the stars, pointing, “Amazing aren’t they?” he says, and you find yourself encapsulated in the moment, your hand reaches out across the table subconsciously in search of his, and you feel the touch of him under your skin. He looks to you, “You are equally as beautiful as they are.” And you feel this comment pulling you closer to him, charmed by his words, definitely seduced. Your fingers play with the small cufflinks, squeezing him as you talk about everything and nothing all in one conversation; no panic when there is silence, just happy to be together. Laughter builds as the conversation becomes more fluid, even making the odd joke, he laughs with you. “I could do this all night” he says; and ...

... in a bold move you reply mischievously: “Are you flirting with me?” Laughing at how the question is so blatantly obvious; “I certainly hope so” he responds with equal humour and he moves towards you and for a moment you anticipate him kissing you, your wetness giving away your need for his touch, more so than you thought possible. “What about you?” you ask. “Ask me anything” an open reply comes, and at this moment, you know that the mood has changed; he is playful and receptive. He very clearly, so you believe, wants to be with you; ‘More than you can possible imagine.’ he thinks to himself. “I have a question” you say, almost a test, and he looks intrigued as confidence from deep within allows the words to come so easily and you wonder as to why you can feel so comfortable with him. “Would you ever put a woman like me on a pedestal?” and you feel your skin redden and blush at how direct it sounds, hoping the subtle lighting will camouflage you. He rests back into his chair and you feel examined and unsure as he looks at you, the glint in his eye clearly showing deep eroticism in his thoughts. He leans forward, closer this time, takes both of your hands in his and in a response as direct as your question replies: “Only so I could take you down and play with you.” The answer makes your stomach knot, butterflies almost, like a teenage school girl. You laugh, genuinely, “How would you do that that?” you ask him, this flirtatiousness taking on a different form, more intimate, ...