What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... desired.” “I’m married,” she said flatly. “Desire has nothing to do with it.” I had to smile. “But it is still there. The need to be wanted, admired, and desired.” “You’re very presumptuous.” “Perhaps,” I conceded. “But I’m right, too. You want the excitement that comes with that feeling. You like the danger. That’s why you agree to meet with me. You like the feeling of walking on the edge of seduction; the danger that you might succumb and enjoy the experience of being wicked and naughty.” “Is that why you’re doing this? Are you trying to seduce me?” All innocence, I replied lightly. “Me? I’m just meeting with a friend, enjoying the company, sitting in a park and holding your hand.” She whipped her hand away from mine. I chuckled. “You see? You didn’t even realize it. But, you liked it. When I made mention of it, it scared you.” “You are dangerous,” she said in a soft voice I could barely hear. “I knew you were dangerous.” This time I laughed aloud. “It’s the danger you love, Cheryl. It’s not me that frightens you. What makes you really uneasy is the thought of what you might do.” “I’m not going to do anything,” she protested firmly. “Really?” I asked with a grin. “Will you meet me tomorrow at ten in the morning right here? We’ll stroll a bit, talk some, and I’ll take you to a marvelous lunch in a fancy restaurant. You’ll have to dress up. Will you do that?” Her eyes met mine. I could see the indecision and discomfort dissolve into a softer surrender to the suggestion. ...

... “All right,” she said, her voice a whisper. “One more thing,” I told her. “Tomorrow, I’m going to kiss you. It will be a tender, gentle kiss on your lips. You will kiss me back.” “I won’t,” she said. “I can’t.” “You want to, though. Right now, you desperately want to feel my lips on yours. But, not today. Tormorrow.” She shook her head softly. “You can’t. I won’t let you.” I smiled tenderly. “I will, and you will like it. But, I promise, if you resist, I won’t force the issue. But, you won’t resist. In fact, I think that you’ll be thinking of little else between now and then.” “You’d better take me home,” she said. As I left her at the corner near her place and walked away, I knew what would be going through her mind. She would consider what I’d said and waver between the options of propriety and throwing her caution to the wind. Cheryl really believed that I wouldn’t press her to do anything she didn’t want. But, in her gut, the churning excitement of the forbidden kiss she’d been promised would win out. She would rationalize that it was, after all, only a kiss. It was not a prelude to anything more. And she would recognize that she really did crave the excitement that a single kiss would create. She would then consider appropriate attire for our lunch encounter. It would be dressy without being overtly sexy. Her mind would review her wardrobe and try to decide what would work. She’d go about her wifely duties pragmatically, doing what needed to be done, but her mind would be ...