Seduction 3: Romance
I would like to thank theVikingSailor, who recommended that I write a sequel to
Seduction Ch 1: Slow
with a flashback to better detail the ending. This story takes place about three years after Susan's ill-fated date. It is not necessary to read that story first, but there will be spoilers in this one if you read that one later.
This story is a little less believable than my others. Okay, a lot less. But wildly unlikely coincidences and outrageous behavior seem to be common in fiction, so, begging a little extra suspension of disbelief, I present the following:
Bob
It's Friday afternoon and I'm getting ready to go on a business trip. I know it's strange to leave on a Friday for a business meeting on Monday, but after flying from Atlanta to LA I would get pretty jet-lagged. I'll spend the weekend relaxing and seeing some sights. Sometimes, I even take my wife, Cheryl, with me on these trips. I even took her on a week-long trip to London once. She took the week off, and we were together both weekends, and she got to tour London by herself during the day when I was busy.
I go to a diner next to my office building and get a cup of coffee. I'll go over my notes and make sure I have everything. I could do it in my office, of course, but here I won't be interrupted.
There are three men about my age sitting in the booth next to mine. I can hear one of them finishing a story. "So, I gathered up the paperwork and get up to leave her apartment. As I got to the door, I leaned over and kissed her. She could just have given me a quick kiss like last time, and it would just have been friendly. Instead, the kiss started to get intense -- like she's really getting into it, you know? She was wearing a kind of sundress, with a thin strap that ties around her neck. I undid the bow and the dress just fell off her. Just like I thought, she wasn't wearing a bra. I don't even think she realized she was practically naked until I started playing with her ass. Well, once you get her naked, the rest is easy. Man, she was a great fuck."
I hear them laughing and congratulating him. Then one of them asks, "Are you going to keep doing her?"
"I don't know. Afterwards, she got all weepy, like she just realized that she had cheated on her husband. But she walked me to the door, still naked, and gave me a really nice kiss as I left. I'll give her a little time, though.
"But what about you? How's it going with that woman you're chasing? Wait, here comes Ralph."
Well, I thought, this is more interesting than reviewing my notes. Cheryl is into romance novels. Maybe she'd enjoy hearing about a real seduction, and we can have a good laugh. I turn on the voice recorder on my phone.
"Hey, Ralph, glad to see you're finally back. You've been missing out - you gotta hear this. Go ahead, Seymour. Start from the beginning."
Seymour: "A couple of months ago I saw this good-looking blonde eating lunch by herself. She had a paperback next to her. It's worn and dog-eared, like she read it many times and marked her favorite passages. On the cover was a picture of a blond woman embracing a man with long brown hair that looked a lot like mine. I figured this could give me a way in, so I read the title and bought myself a copy.
"It was perfect. The story involves a young French soldier who seduces a married woman. There's a long relationship with many small steps that I can imitate. They end up in bed just before he leaves. She never sees him again, which is just perfect for me. I'm more about the pursuit than the capture. This way she won't be disappointed when I disappear, since that's what she wants."
Ralph: "I don't get it. It's much easier to get a girl in bed the after you've already done it. I would think you'd want to continue."
Seymour: "Yeah, but then there's too much chance of getting caught. If my wife sees me having lunch with someone, I can honestly say it was perfectly innocent, and she can't prove anything different. Because, up to then, it was. So, I only seduce a few sluts a year. I work on them for a few months, but only spend one night with each one."
Ralph: "Love 'em and leave 'em!"
Other voices: "Fuck 'em and forget 'em!" "Hit it and quit it!" "Screw and bolt!"
Seymour laughs: "Alright, alright. So let me go on. The book gave me a fucking blueprint, pun intended. I couldn't be French, as I don't speak the language, and I couldn't be a soldier with my long hair. But I took Italian in high school, so I could fake that -- not well enough to fool a real Italian, but enough to fool her. I became Reynaldo, cultural attaché with the Italian consulate."
Ralph: "Did you try to fake an Italian accent?"
Seymour: "Hear the words of a master. When you lie, don't go for too much. Try to stick to as much truth as possible. She did ask me about it later, so I told her I went to Georgia State, which is true, and I lost my accent there.
"Anyway, I went to her table and said, 'Hello. My name is Reynaldo. May I join you?' She looked up at me, then got a strange look in her eyes. She stammered for a bit, then just smiled and nodded. I ate lunch with her and we chatted, just friendly. I started coming by every few days, and she would invite me to sit with her.
"I tried to follow the book. I knew I had to go slowly, since this was I was following a romance novel, not porn. The first few weeks, we just talked. I had to show her that I had a shy, sensitive soul."
Everybody started laughing. Someone said, "Seymour, if you can pull that off, you deserve an Oscar!"
Seymour: "It was easy. All I had to do was read what was in the book, change it enough so it wouldn't be recognized, and adapt it to modern times. And I think she wanted to believe, anyway. All the while, we shared discrete touches, like brushing her fingers when she passed me the salt.
"Let me tell you my greatest bit. In the book, they're walking down the street when a little girl walks up and asks him if he would buy a flower for his ladylove. He buys her a rose and puts in her hair. It was the most intimate touch they had shared.
"Well, we don't have flower girls today. But there's a florist down the street from her office. Before lunch, I bought a rose, but told the owner I was going to put it in the display he had outside. I was going to come by with my girlfriend and pretend to steal it. He laughed and agreed.
"I suggested we take a walk after lunch and she agreed. As we passed the florist, I looked at the owner and he winked. I picked up my rose, grabbed her hand and started running. The florist played along and yelled, 'Hey!' We ran down the street hand in hand, laughing, and turned into an alley. I pulled her into a little recess in a doorway.
"This crossed a lot of lines. First, we did something together that we weren't supposed to do. That created a bond, and made it easier for her to do more things we weren't supposed to do. Second, we held hands, which is a really big step. Third, the recess was small, so we were pressed together as we hid from pursuit. Most importantly, I gave her a rose, which was a big moment in the book. Women don't wear flowers in their hair any more, but once the coast was clear I gave her a quick kiss as we walked out, which I felt was an equivalent intimacy. It worked, because she squeezed my hand as we walked around the block to her office."
Ralph: "Seymour, I'm in awe! You are one devious motherfucker."
Seymour: "There were a few more romantic steps I had to work through, but then there came a big step that she had to take. In the book, they are walking in a garden when she pulls him into a secluded area and gives him a passionate kiss. This is the first moment of sexual intimacy for them. He slides his hand into her blouse and plays with her breasts. They arrange to meet for dinner a few days later at an inn outside of town. They spend the night there and he leaves the next day, never to return.
"Monday, she suggested we have a quick lunch and take a walk in a city park that was two blocks away. She was wearing a jacket, which was strange as the weather was warm. When we finished eating, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and came out a minute later, a little red in the face. We got to the park, and she blushed and took off her jacket. I saw that she had taken off her bra and undone the top three buttons of her blouse. Well, that was a clear invitation!
"She must have already scouted the place out, because she led me straight to a little forested area and pulled me inside. The kiss was intense. I had gotten an erection from the anticipation and from watching her breasts sway under her thin blouse and she pushed into it. I helped by pulling her into me and grinding. I remembered my role and put my hand into her blouse and caressed her breasts. I would have liked to have been a little more forceful, but the book said the caress was soft and gentle. Still, she was moaning into the kiss and practically humping me. She shivered and I think she even had a small orgasm. I probably could have just thrown her down and fucked her right there, but I knew that following the script would give me a whole night.
"After a few minutes, she pulled back and said, 'My husband will be out of town Friday night.' I said, 'I would love to take you to dinner that night. May I pick you up at seven?' She gave me another lingering kiss and slipped me a piece of paper with her address.
"I remembered there was one last important step. I told her that it would be the last time I would see her, as I had been recalled back to Italy, and was leaving Saturday afternoon. She smiled and said, 'Then we shall make it a night to treasure for the rest of our lives.'
"So, friends, in less than three hours 'Reynaldo' will be picking up a lovely married slut, I mean lady, for a night of unbridled passion."
I hear the sound of everybody giving him high fives. I suddenly jump. The time! I have to get to the airport. As I run out, I look over at the group and recognize the man who has to be Seymour. He has brown hair down to his shoulders, dark eyes, a handsome face and wears an expensive suit.
I rush to my car and head out to the airport. As I drive, I start thinking. I know he couldn't be talking about Cheryl. But she
was
into romance novels, and
did
work downtown. And I
was
leaving on a trip tonight. I realize I had to make sure. But how? If I call her and accuse her of cheating, she'll be really pissed if it's not her.
