Become the Woman
The doorbell rang in the middle of my Saturday afternoon, disturbing me from my sleep, but I knew the maid would get it and merely closed my eyes again. It had been a tough week at the office with the Stock Market having some very drastic swings lately. I was very stressed and tired and was using this opportunity to just relax.
I was dreaming of the beach, the warm sun beating down on me laying there as the sea breeze swept onto the land. I couldn't wait for my vacation to begin where I'd be doing just that.
I heard a faint scuffling at the door moments before it spilled into the sitting room where I lay.
"Ma'am, you'll have to wait," my Indian maid, Yasmina, said, standing in front of the woman with her hands on her shoulders, trying to hold her back. But the woman was very persistent and was obviously going to enter unless seriously restrained. The idea of such restraint excited me as I looked at her.
She was young, maybe in her mid-twenties, a beautiful brunette with a nicely shaped body. It was obvious she was active since her body was trim.
"Hey!" she said, abruptly, angrily, interrupting my thoughts. "I wanna talk to you!"
Yasmina looked over at me, still trying to keep this new guest in check. "Sorry, Sir. But she was very insistent."
I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "It's ok, Yasmina. I can take it from here."
Yasmina flashed an angry smile at me, almost thanking me for understanding her predicament and then scowled at the intruder as she removed her hands. She brushed down her uniform, turned, curtly bowed, then walked out of the room. My new guest stood just inside the doorway to the study, suddenly looking unsure of herself. She tried to build her resolve and looked at me again with renewed strength of purpose.
"I want you to leave Brooke alone," she said. "Get out of her life."
I sat and thought for a moment, wondering why this young woman would care that I had been seeing Brooke for the past two months. "And you are...?"
"My name is Kylie and Brooke is going to marry my brother. They don't need you in their lives ruining their relationship." She walked forward, angry.
I stood, my robe slightly opening around me. I was only wearing boxers beneath it and could feel my cock beginning to twitch at the sight of this luscious young thing. I could tell she was intrigued by my body, but didn't want to admit it. It was the subtle shift in her stance, the near imperceptible glance. Being a student of human behavior, I saw all the signs.
"They've been dating for five years. They belong together," she proclaimed forcefully, standing defiant in front of me.
"What is going on between Brooke and I is really none of your business." I kept my voice low to keep this encounter from escalating too high. "She is an incredible woman and is able to think on her own. Besides, I'm helping her become complete, the woman she wants to be."
*****
It was our third date, and the first one that got physical. It started with us seeing a movie. We walked into the theater only ten minutes before the start, but it was empty. I was holding her hand and guided her up to the second row from the top, giving us a perfect view of the screen below us. We sat and talked for a few minutes, slowly moving the discussion with sexual innuendo. When I first met her, she seemed reserved and almost shy, but lately had been opening up.
A few other couples came into the theater, spreading out among the empty seats. Two couples sat in the row behind us and I idly wondered how good of a view they had of us.
The lights in the theater went down as the movie previews started. I rested my hand on her knee and gently stroked it, somewhat moving it up her leg and onto her thigh. She didn't seem to mind it there at all, and in fact seemed to slide lower into her seat as if wanting my hand to move higher. Her hands rested on the arm rests as we watched the show.
As the movie started playing, my hand moved to the middle of her thigh, my fingers stroking her leg, squeezing it, and massaging it. She was wearing jeans, so I didn't have contact with her flesh, but I could feel the muscles and heat below them. Her breathing was becoming more ragged as I stroked, slowly moving up her thigh until I felt the supple inner flesh so close to her pussy. I could feel her hips moving slightly, encouraging me.
I imagined that she was always the 'nice' girl, the girl that everyone knew was beautiful, good, and pure. The girl who never had a bad word to say about anyone. The girl that everyone liked but that no one asked out on a date.
I was the bad boy who saw what she really needed in her life.
I moved achingly slow towards her pussy, letting my little finger press into it and slowly circle around when I finally reached it. I heard her gasp softly and one hand grabbed my forearm to stop me. She still was embarrassed to feel what she was feeling. She definitely was excited by what I was doing to her, but felt it was... inappropriate. I moved my hand away again and simply stroked her thigh, teasing her.
I glanced at her and saw her licking her lips with the lovely look of desire in her eyes. But the movie continued and we both watched on. Every so often my hand would begin it's upward movement, so very slowly, until it caressed her once again. And each time, her hips pressed tighter against my hand, her hand moving at the last moment to stop me. But... hoping that this time... this time she'd get the pleasure she needed.
I knew she was embarrassed by me doing this to her in the theater with several people possibly seeing us. But I knew she wanted to cum. I knew that I was driving her crazy with lust, desire, and need.
*****
"Complete? The woman she wants to be? What the fuck does that mean?" Kylie fumed.
I moved in front of her, eyeing her up and down. "It means I make her feel like the beautiful, incredibly sexual woman she is. It means she feels things far more with me than with... well... any other man.
"I excite her. I make her yearn for the soft, insistent touch or my fingers, the heat of my kiss, the teasing flick of my tongue. I make her want to be a complete woman, a woman capable of opening herself up to me completely, unashamed, telling me her darkest sexual secrets. Telling me her deepest desires, things that she dreams about and wishes but could never tell your brother. She tells me things she's almost too embarrassed to tell herself, about the things that turn her on in the dark of night, that make her masturbate, things that make her cum almost just by thinking them."
Kylie seemed to stop for a moment, unsure of herself again. She had expected me to fight her, not to challenge and arouse her. There was something more to Kylie's visit, something more about her open bravado. I could tell that the sexual imagery about Brooke was turning her on, too. She was another sexually repressed woman, waiting and yearning for release... for freedom.
"I have touched her body in ways that she never thought possible. I tease her until she's screaming, begging for release and then enjoys when I finally let her orgasm... always on my terms... and it's the best orgasm she's ever felt. She has given herself to me completely and lets me show her just how good that feels."
I moved behind Kylie slowly as I spoke and moved close enough that she could feel me behind her. My mouth was near her ear, although she was a foot shorter than me. My whispers in her ear was having an almost imperceptible effect on her. But I saw it. She was definitely getting excited.
"I made her cum, Kylie. I made her cum again and again. You see most boys wouldn't approach her and make a move, maybe thinking she was out of their league or scared that they'd be shot down. They had to wait for her to make the first move and she hated them for it. But I was different. I put her in her place right away and made her feel like the real woman she is. She finally feels what a real man can do to her and it excites her. It frees her. She has an outlet in which she can truly express herself."
I grabbed Kylie's upper arms and held her tightly in place. She gasped in surprise and excitement. I moved my body against her, making her feel my heat and hardness against her. My lips nuzzled into her neck and ear sending shivers through her body.
"Many women want that, Kylie. Many women are frustrated because they don't have a real man to help them feel like women... to help them be who they truly want to be. They enjoy being strong and independent to a point... but have a yearning to, at least sometimes, let go... to be... controlled. To be freed of any need to repress or hide their true desires, their wants... their deepest needs." I paused a moment, smelling her hair and her perfume. I could feel her shivering in my grasp.
"I think the whole story about your brother is a ruse, my dear. I think you wanted to meet me and find out if what Brooke was telling you about us was true or not. I think you're like those women, too. What did she tell you?" I asked, squeezing her arms sharply.
*****
We left the theater with Brooke in a very excited state. She looked like she was ready to jump the next cock that was put out there. We walked slowly to my car and I opened her door and helped her inside. She seemed calm although I knew she was anxious about what was to come. We left the theater and as we drove, I placed my hand on her thigh and stroked it once again.
She was quiet, and kept her legs together, to hinder my access to touch her. Although when I looked over at her she had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, licking her lips. She wanted to... she just... couldn't.
