How am I going to seduce her? That’s what’s going through my mind as I rush around my apartment. Nobody cleans a home quicker than a man expecting a woman, especially when the previous woman only left an hour earlier! I do the best I can before showering, the latter being equally important because apparently women can smell another woman on a man. I call it ‘that just shagged aroma’ and I like it, but today it might cause trouble.
As I walk passed the same four taxi drivers at my train station who had seen me an hour earlier with Teacher Gal, they give me a quizzical look. Delicate Flower’s train arrives and she spots me as she gets off. God, she’s small; I might break her. I stoop down and kiss her hello on her cheeks which makes her smile. She’s wearing a white dress with floral motifs and she’s showing off her perfectly sculpted, smoothly-shaven legs. She’s very attractive; I wonder what her pussy tastes like.
One of the taxi drivers gives me an approving nod plus smile while the three others stare with big eyes as we walk passed them. I smile to myself. Is this really my life? Two hours earlier another woman was gratefully swallowing my load and now I have this little beauty by my side? Maybe there is a god after all.
Back at my place all that Delicate Flower says of it is, “It’s such a bachelor’s pad,” to which we both laugh. Good, she’s not taken aback or horrified, but not that I really care because I don’t have any long-term hopes with her, just some fun and see how long it lasts or what it leads to.
I get to work making a risotto with her leaning against the kitchen door, her hands behind her back, her pert little breasts pointing out at me. We talk and I pour wine. That’s step one of my seduction plan; get some alcohol in her to lower her inhibitions.
After a little more cooking, at an opportune moment I step over to her and give her one of my slow, soft kisses that seem to befuddle women. She closes her eyes as we kiss and I pull away first, teasing her, making her want more. Only our lips touched. She bats her eyelids furiously, trying to regain her composure, almost slouching against the door. That’s step two; introduce a physical idea in her head, get her wanting something more from me.
Risotto takes time to simmer so I suggest that I introduce her to Californication. We sit side by side on my sofa and I coax her to sit against me, claiming that the picture is better from that angle. Our shoulders and thighs touch as we sit watching the first two episodes. That’s step three; getting her used to touching me.
She laughs at the right times and especially at the naughty bits. Good, this is helping to introduce a subtle sexual dynamic to what she’s experiencing. At the end of the second episode I lean over and kiss her. She turns to face me, putting a hand on my chest and we kiss for several minutes. I can sense that she’s getting turned on; her sounds are becoming more audible and her kisses more urgent. That’s step four; get her turned on a little, leave her wanting more.
The timer in the kitchen goes off and I say, “I guess I was saved by the bell,” to which she gives a naughty smile. My research on the internet tells me that reversing the age-old man chasing woman idea has the effect on a woman of arousing her. As we eat lunch we chat happily and she starts telling me more about her childhood.
“My parents are Mormons and so are all my sisters and brothers, even today. It was a suffocating upbringing in that I wasn’t allowed all the things other children had. It was so hard to go off to school with normal children and then go home to my parent’s way of life. We didn’t have television or a telephone. I hated my childhood so I rebelled the first chance I got,” she says.
I understand her so much better now, but it still didn’t change the fact that I can’t have a loving relationship with her. One of her rebellious acts is unacceptable to me so I can never love her because I don’t respect her. I’m intent on seeing through my plan of finding out if we could be friends with benefits.
We end up back on my sofa watching more Californication which she absolutely loves. Periodically I kiss her, keeping the sexual engine in her running, slowly working her up into a lustful state. She complains of back pain so seeing my opportunity I say, “Is now a good time to tell you that I’ve done a course in massage? Would you like a massage?”
The critical moment has arrived. Have I done enough to make her comfortable being partly undressed around me? Is she turned on enough to want to fuck?
“I’d love that,” she says without hesitation.
“Okay, turn facing away from me,” I say to which she complies. I unzip the back of her dress and push the bit around her shoulders forward and down, exposing her back. Delicate Flower turns her head to one side, one blue eye looking at me. I’m not sure if she’s surprised because she was expecting me to massage her through her clothes or if she is wanting to say something.
Then I see it.
The biggest tattoo I’ve ever seen covering the lower half of her back. It’s a massive sunflower in blue ink, very ornately done. I don’t like tattoos, I wasn’t expecting this and it shocks me. I think tattoos are a desecration of the human body. (I didn’t know about the high correlation between tattoos and mental illness.) Putting my palms together and fanning my fingers out would just about meet the width of her tattoo and I have big hands and she is petite. If I fuck her doggy style I’ll have to keep my eyes closed.
It dawns on me that Delicate Flower has her own flower imprinted on her skin.
“Wow! What a surprise. It’s very well done,” is the best that I can blurt out. She smiles.
I unclasp her bra and push the straps down her shoulders, my fingers caressing her skin as I do so. In response she tilts her head upwards. She enjoyed that. Is her pussy getting wet?
I take my time in giving her a back massage. There’s no rush and I’m treating it as part of our foreplay. I can’t see them, but I can just imagine her nipples being very hard and erect.
Running my hands over the tattoo was not pleasant for me. It felt unnatural and slightly disgusting to me. I didn’t spend much time on her lower back, so a disproportionate effort went into her neck and shoulders because I know that that will relax her.
It’s time to make my move. If there is resistance then we wouldn’t be going any further. If she likes it, then we’re going all the way.
I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck. She lets off a sound of profound satisfaction as she exhales. My cock is as good as in her pussy; just a matter of time now.
Kissing her neck and shoulders yields more sounds of pleasure that she can’t hold back. She’s keeping her eyes closed and I can see that she is in the throes of bliss. I move her head from one side to the other as I slowly land soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders. I can do whatever I want to now.
I stand up, kneel in front of the footstool, take her by her ankles and point them towards me. Delicate Flower opens her eyes, no doubt startled by my man-handling her, but says nothing. I pull her dress and knickers off, casually tossing them to one side while maintaining eye-contact with her. Neither of us say a word.
To be continued…