Frank was just finished polishing the chrome of his new motorcycle when a young woman walked up his driveway, right up to him. He recognized slim, brunette girl from several houses down the street. He blushed as he realized she was wearing only a tight white sundress, a rather short one at that, and very obviously nothing else. She was even walking barefoot.
Frank felt a flutter of nervousness. The young woman had a certain poise and expression that showed a complete confidence in what she was doing. Almost like a cat about to pounce on a mouse.
"Nice bike," she said, in a slightly sultry voice, exactly the sort of voice that Frank found incredibly alluring. She stood, on hand on her hip, which she cocked slightly to the side. The girl had modest curves, but they were impossible not to scope out, just from the way she held herself. She knew exactly who was in charge here.
Frank stood, dusting off his jeans. In his mid-thirties, tall, and already sporting a tinge of grey at the temples, he felt like he was addressing a little girl. How old was she again? Just a few years ago, he'd sometimes seen her taking the bus to school. Seventeen? Sixteen?
"Nineteen, as of last month," said the girl. She glanced over the bike once more, bringing a hand to her chin as she appraised it.
Nineteen? Oh. Oh shit. No wonder she held herself with such confidence. And no wonder she'd already guessed what he was thinking. A newly awakened Sex Mage. What was she up to?
"Not so new," she said, still looking at the bike. "I've had my powers for several months now. An early bloomer. You know what that means?"
Frank felt a small pang of unease grip him. Early bloomers. Not only were they more powerful than the average woman, it meant that by now, this girl was well practiced in her abilities. Frank glanced around the neighborhood. No one was out and about, and his wife was at her mother's condo for the next couple weeks, so she wasn't going to be of any help here.
"I'm Selina, by the way," said the girl. She reached out and ran her hand over the seat of the motorcycle. Frank jumped slightly as, at the same time, he felt a soft stroke of fingertips lightly trace the length of his penis. Looking at the hot young thing, he was already a hair's breadth from getting and erection, and that little phantom touch was all it took to get the blood pumping. He started growing hard.
"Did you want something?" Frank said, trying to will down his erection.
She looked at him, making a point to glance at his crotch. Her doing so just made his cock grow harder. Frank had no idea if it was a natural reaction, or if she was using magic to coax his dick.
"No magic," she said, clearly reading his mind. "You're just a pervert, like all men."
Frank, still standing next to the bike, moved a bit so the bike was between the two of them, the handlebars partially blocking his crotch. He knew that would do absolutely nothing to protect his cock, or his dignity, from her, but it was something.
