Seducing Susan 1

Seducing Susan

I met Susan one cold winter night in December. That Friday just before Christmas colloquially known as, 'Mad Friday,' the night of a million office parties, drunken dinners, company expense accounts, and excess in all things. Funnily enough, Susan and her three companions were all in good shape, they'd maybe had a couple of glasses of wine, just enough to loosen them up, but not drunk, and I later found out that all four of them were teachers at a local private school, who had just gone out for a, 'girly,' meal at one of the up-market hotels in the west end of our city.

As I approached the hotel I saw a woman in a white coat trying to flag me down. I stopped and rolled down my window, and she asked me if I could take her and her three friends into town - nothing unusual in that, because I work as a cabbie at the weekends to earn some extra money. She got into the front seat beside me, and her friends piled into the back.

'Where to?' I asked, and they named a club in the city centre, but one of them said she wanted to go home. It was just a slight detour, not really out of the general direction, so I drove her home. On the way I picked up that they were teachers from the conversation, and the one going home casually mentioned that she was on a 'promise of a good shag,' and they all laughed. They laughed even more when I put one hand over my ear and sang out, 'la la la la la la la,' like a child not wanting to hear something.

'Yes, too much information,' one of them said, giggling, adding, 'but tell us more,' and the first one added to the merriment by adding that it would be her second of the day since she'd gone home at lunchtime. They all laughed some more and started talking over and across each other. The woman sitting in the front passenger seat beside me just looked at me and smiled, and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'girls will be girls.' I soon discovered her name was Susan as her friends talked to her, and she included me in their conversation, just generally chatting in a friendly way.

As I pulled up outside the house, the one going home opened the back door to get out, which switched on the interior lights, but sat there for a few moments exchanging sexy banter with her friends. I turned my head to look at the woman sitting beside me - she had turned slightly in her seat and was talking over her shoulder to her friends in the back. Her coat had fallen open to reveal a turquoise coloured dress, quite short, and fishnet stockings, which I found quite unusual, not to mention damned sexy.

She had great legs, and she caught me having a good look. I looked up from her legs straight into her eyes, caught in the act, and I smiled to cover my embarrassment at being caught - she smiled back. She was lovely, beautifully cut dark hair, make-up immaculate and understated. I quickly estimated her age as early to mid-forties. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I felt there was a spark, a feeling of instant understanding between us. She had caught me looking and admiring, but didn't seem to mind in the slightest and maybe even liked it.

Finally the one in the back got out, I put the car in gear, and drove off, and the two remaining friends in the back seat repeated the name of the club they wanted to go to. I said nothing, but Susan said she really wanted to go home too, and asked me if I'd drive her home after her friends got out at the club. I assured her that would be no problem, not that I had the slightest notion of anything other than driving her home. To me it just meant that the final amount on my taxi meter would increase, and that's what I was here for, to take their money.

Her friends protested, they wanted her to go to the club with them, and she was swithering between yes and no, when I added, that it might be dangerous to go to that particular club wearing fishnet stockings. It was a joke of course, and she knew that, but it was my way of flirting with her and letting her know I'd noticed and was admiring her legs. 'Do you really think so?' she asked in mock horror, running with the joke.

'Without a doubt,' I replied, 'a lovely woman like you in sexy fishnet stockings. You'd be in moral danger.' Her friends in the back were laughing at my comments, and some ribald comments were made about Susan and her fishnet stockings, but when I stopped to let them out at the club, Susan, despite their pleading stayed put. Once again the interior lights went on when they opened the door, and she looked at me as they got out, still trying their best to get her to change her mind. They finally accepted her decision to go home, and got out saying their goodbyes. Susan just smiled, wished them good luck and told them enjoy themselves. She looked at me and smiled, and again I felt there was something in her look.

They finally said their goodbyes, not drunk as I said earlier, but obviously enough wine had been taken to take the edge off and give them a little 'buzz.' When the doors finally closed there was that silence and sense of relief just for a moment, and I was alone with the lovely Susan. She looked at me with another smile and told me where she lived, and I started the car, edging out into the traffic.

'They're lovely girls,' she said by way of explanation, 'but they can be a bit overpowering, especially when they've had a couple of glasses of wine.' We both smiled together in agreement. I drove in silence for a little while before speaking.

'I hope you weren't offended by me mentioning your fishnets?' I said, trying to make sure she was okay with my friendly banter. Sometimes it can be a bit risky to mention things that can be misconstrued, especially when all it takes these days for a woman to ruin a man's reputation is for her to say, 'he made me feel uncomfortable.' She laughed and assured me that no offense was taken, and she'd actually been quite pleased because she'd gone to some effort, and no one else had mentioned them all night.

'Well,' I added, 'they're only girls; you can't expect girls to have an eye for an attractive woman wearing fishnet stockings, can you?'

'I noticed

you

had an eye for them,' she joked. Was she flirting with me I wondered?

'Guilty as charged, I'm afraid,' I said, admitting my little bit of lechery. 'I couldn't help it. I admit I never even noticed at first because of the length of your coat, but when you turned round to talk to your friends, your coat fell open revealing your dress and your fishnets. I was pleasantly surprised, by the stockings. I suppose I was a bit like the proverbial "bunny in the headlights," and I couldn't look away, so you caught me having a good look.' She laughed, a lovely deep, throaty laugh 'and you know the rest,' I added. She seemed quite amused by my little confession.

'Are fishnets so unusual?' she asked.

'No, it's not that they're unusual, but they're not common, and you don't strike me, on first acquaintance, as the typical fishnet stockings type woman,' I clumsily tried to explain. She laughed again.

'Go on then, what kind of woman wears fishnets?' not letting me off, gently demanding an explanation.

'Oh dear, I seem to be digging a hole for myself, don't I?' Luckily, at that point we turned into her street, distracting her attention, and letting me off that particular hook. I switched on the interior lights, she paid me, adding a nice tip on top of the fare displayed on the meter, and that should have been the end of it, but I was reluctant to let her go. 'I think they tell me something about you though,' I said, leaving it hanging there. She turned in her seat to face me.

'Go on then, what do they tell you about me?' she insisted, adding, 'this should be good.' I switched off the engine and turned to her. She had a lovely smile on her face and a definite flirtatious expression. 'Well, go on, I'm waiting, ' she said as I hesitated.

'Let's see now,' I said, marshalling my thoughts. I could see I had her full attention, and I turned round even more in my seat facing her. 'On the face of it, you're a teacher, a profession that has a reputation for staid respectability.' She raised an expressive eyebrow at that, but said nothing. 'You work in a system that demands absolute, "correctness," in behaviour between teacher and pupil, and you have to dress in a professional and conventional manner at all times.' She nodded.

'Now, here we have you on a night out with your friends. I suspect you find it hard to drop that shell of professionalism, especially after all the years you've been teaching. You're beautifully, but not flamboyantly dressed, although the dress is fashionably short, but if you'll excuse me saying so, the stockings suggest to me there's something more to you than that.'

'Go on,' was all she said, still smiling, obviously intrigued.

'To put it bluntly Susan,' I said, lowering my voice and using her name for the first time, 'I think you may have a little of the devil in your soul.' She laughed outright.

'Perhaps,' she said in a non-committal fashion. 'Tell me more?'

'Well, I could be totally wrong, but in my opinion, you can only keep some things secret and under wraps for so long. Sooner or later it has to break out, and you have to express yourself, no matter how subtle that may be. I think the fishnets are a sign of your inner conflict and your wish to be a little bit rebellious and express yourself. Let's face it Susan, fishnet stockings are a bit unusual and have a certain reputation for sexiness, don't they?

'I suppose, but what makes you think they're stockings - they could just as easily be tights? Does that make a difference?'

'Well, there is that possibility I suppose, but when men see fishnets, they immediately think of stockings,' I admitted. 'I think in your case it makes no difference, it's a symbol in your own mind, showing those who have eyes to see that there's more to Susan than she might want to openly admit.

'Yes, what is it with you men and stockings?' she asked changing the subject slightly.

'Can't tell you, it's a secret,' I said. She pleaded with me, but laughing all the while.

'Go on, don't be such a spoil sport,' she pleaded. 'This is quite amusing you know, and after a hard week at work, with the kids driving me nuts it's just what I need to help me relax.' I leaned closer to her, and she leaned forward to meet me. I could smell her perfume, something expensive and subtle, feel the heat of her body. This was taking our flirtation to a new, more exciting level.

'OK, but remember it's a secret, so I'll just whisper it in your ear, although it's a long and complicated story. Come a little closer,' and she compliantly moved over to the edge of her seat, and I did the same until we were just inches apart. She smiled and nodded, looking into my eyes and I started. 'Close your eyes Susan, I want you to imagine this as I tell you.' She nodded and in the semi darkness of the cab I could see her eyes were closed. I rested my hand on her waist, but she made no sign, no acknowledgement of the intimate gesture, and my hand on her waist gently pulled her to me closer still.

'When a man and woman are making love, perhaps for the first time, he's always a little unsure of her reactions to his advances,' I said, my voice soft and low. 'Eventually, when they are kissing, his hands will wander a little lower on her body, and if she's wearing a skirt or a dress like you are tonight, he'll attempt to put his hand under her skirt. Like so.'

As if to illustrate, I lifted the hand on her waist and dropped it lightly on her leg, just letting it rest there on her knee until she got used to it. I could feel her body stiffen, and then relax.

'And?' she almost whispered breathlessly, sounding excited, drawn into the little intimate bubble my story and voice was creating. Her breathing seemed a little more erratic, and I realised she was getting turned on. I slowly caressed her leg, no more than an inch this way and that, posing no threat as if to illustrate what I was saying, and again her body stiffened and then relaxed after a second or two. I slipped my hand between her knees, and she parted her knees just a little bit, and now I stroked her legs as I spoke.

'As he strokes her legs, he's hoping she'll open a little wider, inviting him to move higher,' and as I whispered into her ear, I gently and lightly continued to stroke her legs. My hand moved round on the outside of her thigh then moved higher still under her short dress, almost as high as her bottom, then a slow caress of my hand down again, then back between her knees.

Tentatively I touched her legs, moving a little higher, expecting her to stop me at any moment, especially when I felt her body tense, but then she relaxed once more. I stroked lightly between her knees, pushing her legs gently apart, half expecting her to clamp them together, but she left them exactly where I'd pushed them. Encouraged by her compliance and obviously rising excitement I let my hand trail higher now, openly stroking the inside of her thighs. She was trembling, her breathing growing more out of control as my hand moved up between her legs.

'Just imagine the excitement they both feel,' I whispered, 'when he pushes his hand higher still and instead of the nylon material of tights and stockings, his hand slides over the stocking tops onto her beautifully smooth skin.' As I said it, right on cue my hand slid onto the incredibly smooth skin of her inner thighs, and I knew it really

was

stockings. She opened her legs wider, no resistance, and I let my hand slide higher still. She was breathing heavily, and I could tell she was very aroused.

'Oh Susan,' I whispered, 'you crazy, beautiful, sexy woman. Now do you understand?' She nodded. I kissed her and she kissed me back, and moaned deep into my mouth as I stroked her through her panties, feeling her excitement mount. Suddenly she grabbed my hand, stopping me from touching her. My heart sank with disappointment, and then...

'Not here,' she whispered, adding to my relief, 'not here where the neighbours might see. Come with me.' She got her keys out, and getting out of my cab I followed her and she led me to her front door, where she unlocked the door, and we slipped inside. We kissed deeply and almost frenziedly behind the door, and I slipped my hand under her skirt and between her legs again.

This time there was no preventing hand, and I slipped my fingers inside the elastic of her panties to find her wet and open. She shuddered with pleasure and moaned loudly as I slid and dipped my fingers into her depths. She scrabbled at the front of my trousers, opening my zip, finding my hardness and stroking me.

'I want you in me,' she gasped out, 'now,' she demanded, so I pushed her back on the stairs and pulled her dress higher up to her waist. I pulled her panties off and she spread her legs as wide as possible, and I sank down between her thighs. She caught my cock in her hand, feeding its length into her wetness. It was a frantic, it was urgent, it was exciting, a whole hearted frenetic fuck. Simple as that; there was no finesse.

'Fuck me hard,' she demanded, and I tried my very best to give her what she wanted. She was a frantic and enthusiastic lover. 'Oh yes, that's it, that's what I want,' she gasped in my ear as I drove into her again and again. Neither of us could last long at this rate, and I soon felt that familiar pleasure surge along the length of my cock, spurting and spewing into her pussy. It seemed to spur her on, and she stiffened as her orgasm hit, pushing her cunt hard against me, rubbing and grinding, frantically milking the last nuance of orgasm for herself. 'Oh fuck, oh yes, I needed that,' was all she said as we lay there on the stairs.

The stairs were not the most comfortable play to lie as we recovered from our urgent fucking. After a moment or two she looked at me and smiled, kissed me quickly and stood up, picking her panties off the floor. She turned and started to ascend the stairs.

'Come on,' she suggested. 'let's go to bed. That was good, but come to bed now. I don't want to sleep alone after that, unless you've got somewhere you have to be, or somewhere you'd rather be,' she added. I said nothing, just got to my feet and followed her upstairs to her bedroom, where I quickly undressed too. Trousers and shirt hit her bedroom floor pretty damned quickly.

It was a very feminine bedroom, but since she lived alone, as I learned later, it suited her perfectly. Right then it could have been a hovel for all I cared. I only had eyes for the lovely Susan, as she stood in front to me and asked me to unzip the turquoise blue dress. I unzipped, it right down as far as it would go, and kissed the nape of her neck affectionately, sending a shiver through her body.

Next I slid the dress off her shoulders, feeling and caressing her warm, soft skin, undressing her slowly. Our first round had been brief, impulsive, and incredibly exciting in its intensity, but now I wanted to take my time and savour this next bit, giving my wonderful new lover the care and attention I thought she deserved.

I kissed her back and shoulders as the dress slipped down to waist level, only held in place by her arms. I kissed her neck, and just where her neck met her shoulders, a particularly sensitive place, and she leaned her head back exposing her throat, head to one side encouraging my feather light kisses on her shoulders. My hands of course went round and cupped her breasts, and I squeezed them gently, quickly finding her nipples, already hard and erect.

She moaned with delight as I pulled at them through the lacy fabric of her bra, and just then she shrugged the dress off her arms letting it fall to the floor. She quickly reached round behind and unclipped her bra, and I most thankfully slid my hands under the now redundant fabric onto the lovely, sensuously smooth skin of her breasts. All she had left was the stockings and suspenders, (garter belt) and her black, high heeled shoes.

I luxuriated in the feel of her skin, her breasts and nipples as I continued to caress and fondle them, but let my right hand slide down over her toned body, down over her flat stomach, over her short-trimmed pubic mound, and down between her legs to the hot and very wet pussy. She adjusted her stance by opening her legs wider to give me better, freer access and I made good use of it.

She moaned loudly as I circled her clitoris and then split her pussy lips apart, stretching her a little by inserting two fingers deep into her welcoming pussy. She reached round behind and her hand groped for my cock, which was hard once again, and I pushed her forward to the edge of the bed. When the bed hit her knees, she lifted one shapely stocking clad leg and then the other, and now she was kneeling on the edge. With my hand still between her legs, I pushed on her shoulders lightly and she bent at the waist, going down on hands and knees.

I now had a good look at her sopping wet pussy as I fingered and caressed it from behind, making sure not to miss her clitoris which was the biggest one I'd ever seen. It stuck out proudly, almost like a small cock, and as I spread her abundant juices over it, she moaned loudly, whimpering with the pleasure.

It was so very, very inviting and I accepted that invitation gladly by rubbing my cock up and down the slit formed by her protruding labia. I pushed gently, spreading her big pussy lips aside, and retreated, and pushed again. This time I slid past those gorgeous pussy lips and on into the hot depths they guarded. She let out a long moaning sigh.

'Oh yessss... thank you... mmm...' was all she said, and then I began to fuck her. Slowly but steadily, getting into a nice rhythm, but every stroke building her towards her eventual release. I reached under and got hold of her tits again, squeezing them gently, and then a bit harder, just finding my way around her body, seeing what excited her or not.