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Chapter 4 Seduction
“I want
this to be pleasant for both of us.
Shower. Fix your face and hair.
There’s lingerie in the top drawer. Pick out something sexy. I’ll open a bottle of wine and catch the last
innings of the Sox and
“Thank you, Lieutenant Cabreeze,” said Stacy looking around at the furnishings. She was in an apartment complex near campus. It was clean and well furnished. Stacy noticed it didn’t look lived in.
“Mike,
let’s drop the Lieutenant. We’re here to
enjoy ourselves. Come here,” said Mike gesturing for Stacy to step closer.
I can do
this said Stacy stepping into the Lieutenant’s embrace. He’s actually damn good looking. I’ve always had a thing for Italian men. They’re so masculine and handsome. And for that matter I have no choice. I owe him and I’ll do everything I can to please
him. Tomorrow I can go on my way free as
a bird. I’ll never shop in a department
store as lone as I live.
Stacy wrapped her arms around Mike’s broad
shoulders and they embraced for a long lingering kiss.
“That was
a very good kiss,” said Mike when it ended.
“Now, make yourself beautiful for me.
But don’t take too long. I’m a
little anxious. Can’t you tell?”
“Yes,”
said Stacy conscious of the hard object pressing against her belly
***
“Wow,
molta bella,” said Mike appreciatively as Stacy entered the room. She was wearing a white nightgown and
peignoir.
“It’s
beautiful,’ said Stacy referring to the gown.
Stacy had noted it was an upscale designer brand. It had never been
worn. She’d had to remove the tags. She
was slightly embarrassed the top was sheer and her breasts were on
display. A matching panty barely covered
her sex. There was even a pair of white
scuffs. Stacy was glad she’d treated
herself to a manicure and pedicure while visiting the mall.
“It’s
beautiful on you. The wine’s Australian
but they make an awesome chardonnay,” said Mike pouring Stacy a glass.
“Thank
you, it’s good,” said Stacy taking a sip.
“Is this your place?”
“Not
hardly, it belongs to a fellow officer who’s between wives,” said Mike. “He’s in Vegas for a week, lucky guy. His girl friend models lingerie. You’re wearing one of her samples. But you look better in it than her.”
“Thank
you,” said Stacy.
Stacy
had noticed Mike was wearing a wedding band.
He had removed his jacket and tie while she was changing. Stacy chased out of her mind she would be
having sex with a married man. Something
she had sworn she would never do.
“Sit
here by me. It’s almost over. The Angels are winning. You a Sox fan?” said Mike putting his arm
around Stacy’s shoulder and drawing her closer.
“From
birth, my grandfather had season tickets.
Now daddy has them. They’ll be
mine next,” said Stacy leaning against Mike hoping the wine would help her
relax.
“Where
are they?”
“Third
row, behind and to the right of the batter,” said Stacy nuzzling into Mike.
“Season
tickets to the Sox, I should divorce my wife and marry you,” said Mike.
“Have
you been married long,” asked Stacy curious about Mike’s family? Being with a married man or any man for that
matter was a new experience for her.
“Twelve
years, month after next, two kids, Mike Junior is almost twelve. Condom broke one night in the back of my
patrol car and next thing I knew, Connie and I were engaged. Callie, Calistra, is ten. Want to see?” asked Mike reaching for his
wallet.
“Handsome
boy, he looks like you,” said Stacy admiring the photo. A smiling Mike Junior was dressed in a soccer
uniform.
“And
here’s daddy’s girl. She’s got me
wrapped around her little finger,” said Mike flipping over the wallet
photos. It was a picture of a very
serious looking girl dressed for her first Holy Communion.
“Beautiful child, gorgeous hair,” said Stacy. Opposite Callie’s photo there was a picture
of Mike and a blonde woman Stacy assumed was Connie. They looked like they were on a cruise.
“You
have a beautiful family,” said Stacy as Mike put his wallet away.
“Thanks,
family is very important to me. Every
day in my line of work, I see what happens when family members don’t take care
of one another. Sometimes it can get to you.”
“Thank
for helping me, Mike,” said Stacy raising her lips to his.
They
progressed slowly from kisses to caresses. Stacy put her hand on the back of
Mike’s head when he attacked her breasts through the sheer fabric. His wet warm mouth teased her nipples while
his hand strayed down between her legs.
She relaxed and spread her thighs when his hand reached her sex.
Stacy had
thought it would be difficult if not impossible to make love to a man she
barely knew. As a young girl, she’d romanticized
that only when she really cared about someone would she be able to put her
whole being into making love. But real
life was not working out like she had imagined.
When Mike
had made his proposition, Stacy had pictured a few minutes of mechanical sex in
the back of the car. He’ll come in me
and it will be over. He’d blackmailed
her into having sex? Cops did that sort
of thing. Stacy vaguely recalled a
recent story in the Boston Globe about a state policeman who pulled girls over
driving home after an evening of clubbing in
This
should be much tougher than it is thought Stacy as she opened her legs to allow
Mike’s hand to travel up her leg to press against her sex. His fingers pressed gently between her labia,
causing her breath to quicken and a feeling of warmth to fill her groin. Involuntarily, she pressed her sex against
his fingers signaling her eagerness for his touch.
“You are
so beautiful,” said Mike raising his head and looking into her eyes. He slipped the strap of the gown off her
shoulder pushing it down to uncover her breast.
“Thank
you,” said Stacy.
“And these
are very special,” said Mike gently licking Stacy’s nipple with the tip of his
tongue.
Stacy
relaxed back into the couch as Mike’s mouth sucked her nipple and his hand
stroked her panty-covered sex. Stacy
slipped the other strap off her shoulder to expose her other breast.
“Close
your eyes. Take long slow breaths. Let me get you off, gorgeous,” whispered Mike
his passion building as he knelt between her legs and reached for the waistband
of her panty.
“Oh yes,”
moaned Stacy raising her hips to help Mike slipped her panty down her
legs.
“Scoot
down, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come,” said Mike pushing Stacy’s
legs further apart as she willingly complied with his request. Her sex was positioned on the edge of the
couch. Mike was between her legs.
“Oh
that’s wonderful,” gasped Stacy as Mike’s tongue passed over her clitoris.
“You are
an exceptionally beautiful girl with a killer body. I want you to relax and let me do all the
work,” said Mike pressing his fingers into her vaginal opening.
Stacy
sensed how wet her sex had become by the ease Mike’s finger slipped inside her
opening. Mike’s tongue was tracing circles around her clitoris as his fingers
slowly moved in and out her vaginal opening.
Instinctively, Stacy captured her nipples in her fingers and pulled them
out as she pressed them flat. The slight
pain heightened her sensitivity to Mike’s efforts.
“I’m
going to climax. I can’t stop myself,”
said Stacy her breath coming quicker as she felt the muscles in her vagina
begin a series of involuntary contractions.
“Just let
it happen,” said Mike as he pressed the pad of his saliva covered finger
against her anus and pressed inward.
The anal
stimulation overwhelmed Stacy’s efforts to delay her orgasm. She sounded a sharp cry as Mike’s finger
slipped past her sphincter. Her
abdominal muscles contracted as she placed her hand on the back of Mike’s head
pushing it hard against her vagina. He
sucked hard on her clitoris as his fingers probed inside her convulsing
vagina. Stacy’s legs came together
squeezing Mike’s head as she lost control turning and twisting her body in
response to the waves of pleasure sweeping over her.
It was
several seconds before Stacy was able to speak.
“That was awesome. Thank you,
Mike. I never knew sex could be that incredible.” She leaned down and kissed his lips tasting
her own sex.
“You are
one very sensual and exciting woman,” said Mike. “Let’s go in the bedroom. This time you get to do all the work.”