This is a story of a predatory sexual man, who chased down women to seduce and fuck before moving on. He isn't a sex addict; he is a man who just loves women and everything about them.
Lucy Adams was in trouble, she was innocently perusing the situations vacant page looking for a part time job. She didn't want anything heavy, just something to do, a menial job, shop assistant, mail room, anything really, just something for three or four hours a day that's all.
She was about to be seduced, she had unknowingly made a rod for her own back it seemed. Two and a half weeks ago on the afternoon of her lavish wedding she had danced with him. She was in her wedding dress, he had taken her to the dance floor and they boogied and laughed, and had a great time, when he walked her back to her seat, he had said to her.
"If you hadn't just got married, I would make a pass at you, rush you away from here and make mad passionate love to you; you are just so beautiful and sexy." Lucy had looked at him wide eyed; she had never expected to be told that, well, not from him anyway! She had always admired him, he was a dish really, good looking, still had all of his hair, it was very dark, not quite as dark as her own, and he was grey at the sides, he looked very distinguished, over 6ft, broad shouldered, still had a flat tummy, and always had a woman on his arm.
He was long divorced, so long ago that no one now knew where his ex wife was. He had owned and run an IT company, a very profitable one, which he had sold this last year for a fat sum of money, and was now very well off.
When he had said that to her, she had giggled, then she told him.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time after I get back from my honeymoon won't you, to do just that?" It was him that laughed then, and said.
"You can bet your boots on that Lucy, I'll be after you then, okay?" After more fits of giggles Lucy returned to her new husband.
Lucy had met some of his girlfriends, and one or two had been stunners, more elegant than she could ever be, she thought. But Lucy had natures gift of being naturally feminine, feline, and graceful beyond her years, and a softness money could never buy.
What she didn't know, nor could plan for, was that circumstances would conspire against her. It was two things mainly, her new husband was the first, and the builders of their new home the other, who had promised them their home would be ready at the end of the month, one week after their return from honeymoon.
Lucy was minutes away from her seduction, she was wearing a black top, it matched her glorious raven hair. It was the type of top that fitted snugly, a wrap around thing, which tucked into opposite sides of her sumptuous body. It was made of a flannelette material, which caused little pings of static electricity around her firm upright and pert breasts.
It made her tingle and she loved it, her raven hair was soft thick and shiny, it parted in the centre, and finished at neck level, it was her crowning glory, on a body befitted with luscious jewels. She was wearing designer sunglasses atop her lovely head holding her hair in place and away from her face when her head was bowed as it was today reading the newspaper.
Her black straight above knee skirt, was a plain one but nothing on Lucy could ever look plain, she would look good in a sack! At 5ft 8" she was reasonably tall, her body was slender, if not slim, but it curved in and out in all the right places. She often caused eye brows to lift when she was out.
Lucy had high breasts, with dark brown nipples, pointing skywards. They were sensitive breasts, and her nipples were even more sensitive, some days they could drive her to distraction, so much so, she had taken to putting tape over them to stop it sometimes. And today was one of those days, but as yet had not taped them over; this was more brickwork that was building the conspiracy against her even more.
Her nipples were in detonation mode, hitched to an extremely short fuse that he would trigger, and the instant deep under ground explosions would be sett off by him in her susceptible body. Her charms would be used by him to further her downfall, from a newly married woman, into a latent adulteress.
Her slim waist was supported by a beautiful taut and firm ass, and it was an ass that was as fine as an ass could be, they in turn were supported by legs that seemed to disappear in the clouds. Her face was one that men did a double take when they looked at her for the first time, black eye brows that were set above deep slate grey eyes, and were bewitching. Her mouth was full lipped and sensuous.
She rarely used make up, her natural beauty was more than enough, she used a little eye shadow and mascara now and again. She was one of nature's rare natural lovelies.
Lucy had finished off today's dressing, by wearing black backless, high, filled in shoes that gave her a height of around 5ft 11" the same as her new husband. The builders had let them down, and her husband had too, but it was the builders that caused the most consternation.
If it could have been believed, they had built the shell of their new home, and inconceivably, had built the internal walls back to front. The new house faced the front, the insides faced the back, it wasn't until someone had asked why the bathroom was where it was, that it was twigged. Now the whole of the insides had to be demolished and done again, adding at least one to two months to the build time.
Then they had returned home to find the debacle of their new home, she had cried, he had rung up and here they were, in his fathers house. Lucy of course had forgotten their conversation, but Robert hadn't, oh no, he would never forget her words, not one letter would be cast aside.
And all that, meant they would have to move in to here, where they were now, until the thing was finished. And that brought her to her second problem, her husband. He had not performed on honeymoon as well as he might, and indeed had hardly performed at all. He had been an avid lover up until the night of their wedding, and it had all gone, pardon the expression, tits up!
