SLOW SEDUCTION Pt 2
I've had several emails about my fantasy with James in 'Slow Seduction' so I think its time for another one. For those who may not remember him, he's an actual person I did meet who I've had fantasies about. I met him through the firm I work for and we did some work for him following his release from prison.
The day started like any other day with the exception that it was Monday and I always find myself rushing on that day. It's just hard for me sometimes to get back in that working mood. There's always a million things rushing through my head, about work, about my ******, about places I need to stop by before I get there, just a myriad of things that it's a wonder I make it in one piece sometimes. I'm always in my own little world.
I pull into the parking garage and of course I'm running late so I practically have to park at the very top. The elevator always seems to be on another floor the furthest away from me, so I have to rush down the stairs. I finally get to the bottom, cross the street and walk into the building. I walk into the elevator and push the number ten, I just then have the time to compose myself and relax that I'm finally at work and I try to get myself in the working mode. As I stand there with three other people waiting for the door to close and for the elevator to go up, I look to my left and I see James standing there. I instinctively looked down and away. I glance over again and he smiles at me. I think I smiled back. I stand there thinking that maybe he has an appointment with someone else in the building. I then look at the elevator numbers and see that the number three and the number six are lighted, besides the number ten where I would be getting off. We get to the third and only one person gets out. I find myself getting nervous. We get to the sixth and the other person gets out. It seemed like everything was in slow motion as she got off and the doors closed. When they did he walked over and said "Hi Alyssa" I looked at him and nervously smiled back. I look up and we're getting to the eighth floor. He leans down and whispers in my ear "give me your panties", I look up and see we're getting to the ninth floor, I look at him and he says "hurry up". I lean down to sit my briefcase on the floor and reach under my skirt and pull them off. Just as I handed them to him the door opened and I walked out.
All I could think of the whole day was that they would be tied to the door handle of my car, just like last time, with directions on where to go and meet him. I had this uneasy feeling for the rest of the day. Five o'clock rolls around and I walked back to the top floor of the garage. As I walked towards the car I could feel something build up inside me. It was a combination of nervousness and excitement and I liked the way it felt. I get there and their not there. I feel all that energy flow out of my body and I felt sort of disappointed.
I get home and all I can think about the whole evening and that whole night was having sex with him. And I figured tomorrow would be another day. But Tuesday went by with nothing, and so did Wednesday. I know he was doing this on purpose, he knew that with everyday that went by I would want him more and more. Finally when I leave work on Thursday, there they are. Every inch of my body filled with excitement as I untied them. I quickly get into the car and unravel them so I could read what he had written on them.
He wrote:
AT MIDNIGHT TONIGHT I WANT YOU TO GO TO THE CORNER OF MAIN AND 3RD AVE. GO TO THE APARTMENT ON THE SECOND FLOOR. BE SURE YOU'RE DRESSED TO KILL MY LOVE.
I was pretty familiar with that area and it was somewhere you didn't want to be at that time of night. It wasn't going to be easy either at that time of night for me because I had to hope my husband was completely asleep by then so that I could sneak out. As I laid there waiting for midnight to come I wondered what I would wear. I thought it should be something that told him I too could be the more aggressive one. I knew it would have to be sexy and reveal a side of me he didn't know existed. I slowly ease out of bed and walk cautiously into my closet. I slip off my nightie and put on a tall pair of black heels. I pick out a short black silk dress that I bought for a Valentine's Day party my husband and I went to once. Except that night I wore full hose underneath, tonight I wouldn't wear anything at all.
As I pull up to the address, I notice that its a pool hall, at first I think I'm at the wrong place. But then I notice there is something right above it on the second story. There's a stairwell on the side of the building that leads to the door. There's several men walking in and out of the pool hall. By this time I find that I'm not nervous at all and have no problem getting out of the car. I stop to put coins in the meter and then make my way down the sidewalk to the stairwell. Several of the men stop and watch as I walk by, one of them even watches me as I walk up the stairs. If it wasn't so dark, he would probably even be able to see that I wasn't wearing any panties. I was feeling so very naughty and I was ready for James this time.
I knock on the door and I hear him unlock it and take the chain off. He opens the door and I walk in. As I turn around I hear and see that it is not James. I see a tall and very well dressed man that would give Denzel Washington a run for his money. He's on his cell phone talking to someone and just smiles and motions for me to have a seat on the couch. As I sit there and wonder who this must be, I look around and see a place that looks like an office but also has a pool table and wet bar. He continues to talk on the phone with someone about sports and horse racing. The whole time almost forgetting that I was even there. I start thinking that this must be a friend of James' and that he would tell me that James would be here soon.
He finally gets off the phone and apologizes for being so rude. I tell him that it was no problem. Without asking me, he pours wine into two glasses and hands me one. He sits in a chair on the other side of the coffee table from me and says "so your Alyssa" and I enthusiastically say " the one and only" and we both share a laugh. "I'm Carl, so how did you and James meet?" he said. I proceed to tell him the story and he says "yea, yea that's right I remember now" I think we're sharing small talk and I'm just waiting for him to say that James would be up soon when he says "So how long have you liked black cock sweety?" I just sit there sort of stunned when he said it and I can feel all my cockiness that I had when I got there totally go away. All I can think of saying is "What do you mean? I like James if that's what you mean" He sits there and looks me up and down and says "He seems to think its more than that. He says that you really like to be seduced and fucked". I start feeling really uneasy and very uncomfortable and I ask "Is James going to be here soon?" He stares back with a cocky smirk on his face and says "No he's not sweety".
He walks over to me and takes the glass of wine away from me. I ask "so why am I here?" He walks back over to me takes my hand and asks me to stand and says "You're here to help him". I say "With what?" he says "James owes me a lot of money and he said you wouldn't mind helping him" I feel this disgust build up for James in me and I say "I don't have that much money to give you, how much does he owe you?" he places his hand in the small of my back and pulls me towards him and says "It's a substantial amount sweety". His hand makes its way down to my ass and he cups one of my cheeks and says "But your not going to help him with money". I try pushing him away as he tries to kiss me but he just continues not responding to any of my requests. Soon he has me against the wall and I give into his advances and we begin to kiss passionately. He takes me by the hand and leads me into a back room.
As I walk in I see an old fashioned wrought iron bed and a small table next to it. The windows have no shades and their open. You could hear the cars drive by and people talking on the sidewalk down below. The only light in the room was from the street lights and the moon. As I stood there staring at him, I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation. I turned around and looked out the window at the night sky. I start thinking of a way to get out of it. Then I hear the springs on the bed squeak, I turn around and see that he has completely undressed and layed down. I could feel the desire building back up inside me, so as he watched I reached up to my shoulders and slipped each strap of my dress off and it fell to the floor. I start walking to the bed, knowing that each step I take towards him is going to equal about twenty steps away from him later on down the road. I get on top of him in a 69 position. We both begin to pleasure each other. As his cock begins to grow in my mouth, I notice that it has a big curve upwards. I know immediately that its going to hit my most perfect spot and I waste no time straddling him. As I work my hips back and forth on it, I start to get lost in the sound of the springs on the bed, the breeze coming through the windows and the beautiful night sky. And I know that my body hopes that James indeed has a huge debt to pay.
alyssa_26tx@yahoo.com
I've had several emails about my fantasy with James in 'Slow Seduction' so I think its time for another one. For those who may not remember him, he's an actual person I did meet who I've had fantasies about. I met him through the firm I work for and we did some work for him following his release from prison.
The day started like any other day with the exception that it was Monday and I always find myself rushing on that day. It's just hard for me sometimes to get back in that working mood. There's always a million things rushing through my head, about work, about my ******, about places I need to stop by before I get there, just a myriad of things that it's a wonder I make it in one piece sometimes. I'm always in my own little world.
I pull into the parking garage and of course I'm running late so I practically have to park at the very top. The elevator always seems to be on another floor the furthest away from me, so I have to rush down the stairs. I finally get to the bottom, cross the street and walk into the building. I walk into the elevator and push the number ten, I just then have the time to compose myself and relax that I'm finally at work and I try to get myself in the working mode. As I stand there with three other people waiting for the door to close and for the elevator to go up, I look to my left and I see James standing there. I instinctively looked down and away. I glance over again and he smiles at me. I think I smiled back. I stand there thinking that maybe he has an appointment with someone else in the building. I then look at the elevator numbers and see that the number three and the number six are lighted, besides the number ten where I would be getting off. We get to the third and only one person gets out. I find myself getting nervous. We get to the sixth and the other person gets out. It seemed like everything was in slow motion as she got off and the doors closed. When they did he walked over and said "Hi Alyssa" I looked at him and nervously smiled back. I look up and we're getting to the eighth floor. He leans down and whispers in my ear "give me your panties", I look up and see we're getting to the ninth floor, I look at him and he says "hurry up". I lean down to sit my briefcase on the floor and reach under my skirt and pull them off. Just as I handed them to him the door opened and I walked out.
All I could think of the whole day was that they would be tied to the door handle of my car, just like last time, with directions on where to go and meet him. I had this uneasy feeling for the rest of the day. Five o'clock rolls around and I walked back to the top floor of the garage. As I walked towards the car I could feel something build up inside me. It was a combination of nervousness and excitement and I liked the way it felt. I get there and their not there. I feel all that energy flow out of my body and I felt sort of disappointed.
I get home and all I can think about the whole evening and that whole night was having sex with him. And I figured tomorrow would be another day. But Tuesday went by with nothing, and so did Wednesday. I know he was doing this on purpose, he knew that with everyday that went by I would want him more and more. Finally when I leave work on Thursday, there they are. Every inch of my body filled with excitement as I untied them. I quickly get into the car and unravel them so I could read what he had written on them.
He wrote:
AT MIDNIGHT TONIGHT I WANT YOU TO GO TO THE CORNER OF MAIN AND 3RD AVE. GO TO THE APARTMENT ON THE SECOND FLOOR. BE SURE YOU'RE DRESSED TO KILL MY LOVE.
I was pretty familiar with that area and it was somewhere you didn't want to be at that time of night. It wasn't going to be easy either at that time of night for me because I had to hope my husband was completely asleep by then so that I could sneak out. As I laid there waiting for midnight to come I wondered what I would wear. I thought it should be something that told him I too could be the more aggressive one. I knew it would have to be sexy and reveal a side of me he didn't know existed. I slowly ease out of bed and walk cautiously into my closet. I slip off my nightie and put on a tall pair of black heels. I pick out a short black silk dress that I bought for a Valentine's Day party my husband and I went to once. Except that night I wore full hose underneath, tonight I wouldn't wear anything at all.
As I pull up to the address, I notice that its a pool hall, at first I think I'm at the wrong place. But then I notice there is something right above it on the second story. There's a stairwell on the side of the building that leads to the door. There's several men walking in and out of the pool hall. By this time I find that I'm not nervous at all and have no problem getting out of the car. I stop to put coins in the meter and then make my way down the sidewalk to the stairwell. Several of the men stop and watch as I walk by, one of them even watches me as I walk up the stairs. If it wasn't so dark, he would probably even be able to see that I wasn't wearing any panties. I was feeling so very naughty and I was ready for James this time.
I knock on the door and I hear him unlock it and take the chain off. He opens the door and I walk in. As I turn around I hear and see that it is not James. I see a tall and very well dressed man that would give Denzel Washington a run for his money. He's on his cell phone talking to someone and just smiles and motions for me to have a seat on the couch. As I sit there and wonder who this must be, I look around and see a place that looks like an office but also has a pool table and wet bar. He continues to talk on the phone with someone about sports and horse racing. The whole time almost forgetting that I was even there. I start thinking that this must be a friend of James' and that he would tell me that James would be here soon.
He finally gets off the phone and apologizes for being so rude. I tell him that it was no problem. Without asking me, he pours wine into two glasses and hands me one. He sits in a chair on the other side of the coffee table from me and says "so your Alyssa" and I enthusiastically say " the one and only" and we both share a laugh. "I'm Carl, so how did you and James meet?" he said. I proceed to tell him the story and he says "yea, yea that's right I remember now" I think we're sharing small talk and I'm just waiting for him to say that James would be up soon when he says "So how long have you liked black cock sweety?" I just sit there sort of stunned when he said it and I can feel all my cockiness that I had when I got there totally go away. All I can think of saying is "What do you mean? I like James if that's what you mean" He sits there and looks me up and down and says "He seems to think its more than that. He says that you really like to be seduced and fucked". I start feeling really uneasy and very uncomfortable and I ask "Is James going to be here soon?" He stares back with a cocky smirk on his face and says "No he's not sweety".
He walks over to me and takes the glass of wine away from me. I ask "so why am I here?" He walks back over to me takes my hand and asks me to stand and says "You're here to help him". I say "With what?" he says "James owes me a lot of money and he said you wouldn't mind helping him" I feel this disgust build up for James in me and I say "I don't have that much money to give you, how much does he owe you?" he places his hand in the small of my back and pulls me towards him and says "It's a substantial amount sweety". His hand makes its way down to my ass and he cups one of my cheeks and says "But your not going to help him with money". I try pushing him away as he tries to kiss me but he just continues not responding to any of my requests. Soon he has me against the wall and I give into his advances and we begin to kiss passionately. He takes me by the hand and leads me into a back room.
As I walk in I see an old fashioned wrought iron bed and a small table next to it. The windows have no shades and their open. You could hear the cars drive by and people talking on the sidewalk down below. The only light in the room was from the street lights and the moon. As I stood there staring at him, I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation. I turned around and looked out the window at the night sky. I start thinking of a way to get out of it. Then I hear the springs on the bed squeak, I turn around and see that he has completely undressed and layed down. I could feel the desire building back up inside me, so as he watched I reached up to my shoulders and slipped each strap of my dress off and it fell to the floor. I start walking to the bed, knowing that each step I take towards him is going to equal about twenty steps away from him later on down the road. I get on top of him in a 69 position. We both begin to pleasure each other. As his cock begins to grow in my mouth, I notice that it has a big curve upwards. I know immediately that its going to hit my most perfect spot and I waste no time straddling him. As I work my hips back and forth on it, I start to get lost in the sound of the springs on the bed, the breeze coming through the windows and the beautiful night sky. And I know that my body hopes that James indeed has a huge debt to pay.
alyssa_26tx@yahoo.com
