It's been a journey, getting Jon to want me...twisting him up in knots with my smiles and come hither eyes...gentle touches on his arm, the faintest, totally accidental, brush against his cock through his pants...eyes making contact just a little too long. When I started on my quest to seduce this happily married man I barely knew him, I just knew that his wife, one of my best friends, had found a handsome husband and a loving father and she liked to boast about his cock...and I wanted to make him addicted to me...so desperate to fuck my tight little pussy he'd risk his happy home life just for the chance to sleep with me...
I knew we were getting close, I'd noticed the way his eyes never left me when we were together, the flush on his skin, the slightly forced jokes, not quite innuendo, but pushing the boundaries to see what I'd allow. I could see the way his mind was working, like he couldn't help himself but couldn't quite imagine I was willing. I decided...at their party last Friday night, if I could get him away from his wife for long enough, I'd show him how willing I was...
I was already wet when I got to the party, I'd been thinking and planning all day, mind racing at the thought of what I wanted to do. I could feel my barely there lace panties rubbing damp against my pussy, nipples hard through my top...I don't think I looked at all appropriate for the get together I was going to but I really didn't care. I was on a mission...
I spotted him almost as soon as I arrived and, from the slack jawed look on his face, he spotted me. A couple of cocktails later and we'd gravitated towards each other, lingering, chatting on the fringe of the group. Cautious and slow as a glacier I felt his fingers stroke my arm as we talked, our bodies angled into each other, a little too close than appropriate when chatting to a friend's husband. He asked how I was, whether I'd been having fun recently and I couldn't help but look up at him through my lashes, smile coyly and flirt.
He asked me if I wanted to see the new home theatre he'd just installed in their basement and I agreed, though I'd no interest in it all all, so we slipped away unnoticed, into the dim, empty basement. We'd barely made it down the stairs when he pushed me hard against the wall, leaning into me, lips against my ear, hand tangled in my hair...calling me a cocktease, saying he knew what I wanted, that I was a bad girl...he's not wrong...
Then his lips were against mine as he owned me in a frenzied kiss, tongue forcing it's way into my mouth as I groaned. His hand grabbed the back on my head, angling my mouth against him, deepening the kiss as I moaned, hands against his back, clawing at his shirt...months of simmering tension sliding into fire...
He kissed me long and hard then his lips trailed down my chin, burying his face in my neck, breathing my scent so deep I felt it in my clit and arched against him...his hands were on my breasts now, pawing and kneading through my top, until he slipped the straps off my shoulders and let the fabric fall, revealing the white lace and mesh, almost completely see through, bra I was wearing. His mouth was on my nipple in an instant...sucking hard through the material as it scratched damply against my hot, taut flesh, making me moan and arch up into his mouth, desperate to feel even more. His slurping suction sounded so obscene in that dark, empty room, almost pornographically loud against the distant sounds of the party.
I could feel his fingers on my thigh as he sucked my nipple deep, making me gasp. He pushed my skirt up round my waist and his long, clever fingers stroking the outside of my panties so gently, making me shift and part my legs just to get more of the delicious feeling...twin points of bliss...he started to stroke, teasing me, long moments of sensation as he played with my body and I writhed against him.
Almost unbidden he dropped to his knees, hands gripping my thighs, staring at my pussy like a man dying of thirst...like a man who'd been imagining my juicy cunt for months...just like I'd planned.
