As I drive down the street where he lives, I tell myself that I am going to seduce him and that I am going to be successful. It's Saturday afternoon and the Magnolia trees are loosing some leaves because the rain is coming down so hard.
I am, not so casually stopping by his house to say hello. For some reason, severe weather makes me horny. The reliable summer afternoon thunder and rain of New Orleans is one of the many reasons I chose to live here. There's something about the lightning before the sound, I never know when or where it will strike or how loudly. Mother nature's fury and power I suppose, is erotic to me. It's a reminder that there are some things in existence that man cannot control. I park my car on the street in front of his house. I am five foot three, have dark brown chin length hair, dark brown eyes and am usually wearing an impish grin. I have full breasts and a plump round ass. I weigh about 125 pounds. I am wearing my pink and green flowered body-clinging sundress with spaghetti straps.
My hair and dress are saturated even though I ran from my car to his door. I knock. After a moment he answers the door. I smile as water drops fall from my face as he invites me in. We are alone.
He is about six foot one, lean, dirty blonde with piercing blue eyes. He is 30, almost two years my senior, but there is something child like or boyish about him. He possesses an element of innocence. There is something inside of him that's never been discovered by another person. He isn't a virgin, but I think the raw base animal instinct in him hasn't been unleashed. He is wearing khaki shorts and a red, white and blue tee shirt.
