1. The boy next door


    Date: 4/13/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: BabyBlonde123, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    him that I should get going. I walk to his front door and he follows me, cornering me against his front door. I breathe in, his scent surrounding me. "Will you go to dinner with me?" he asks, smiling down at me. His confidence is contagious. "What time?" I ask, craning my neck to look him dead in the eye. The air is thick surrounding us; I feel as though I may suffocate. He glances down at my lips, and his tongue darts out along his full bottom lip. "8pm," he grins, reaching past me to open the door. "I'll pick you up." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I decide on a seductive black dress for the evening, with matching lace bra and thong underneath; with the way things went earlier, it's good to be prepared. I take out my black Louboutin heels from the back of my closet, my favorite pair that I save for special occasions when I want to look extra sexy. The skin tight black dress comes down to about mid thigh, and has a low plunging neckline with lace trim around the edges. He's quite punctual, not a minute past eight o'clock he comes knocking on my door. There's a part of me that's screaming that I shouldn't go out with him; I don't even know him. I'll blame it on my recent lack of orgasms, and his blatant sex appeal. He leads me to his car, and opens the door. I have to step up to get in his large truck, and my tall, thin, black Louboutin heels make my ankles shake. He puts his hand on my waist, boosting me upwards, and I feel my face flush. The air in the ...
    car is thick, and I notice his eyes on my tan legs more than once as we drive. I let my skin tight black dress hike up farther than I normally would, not pulling it down my legs. I watch his strong hands grip the steering wheel, and another wave of arousal washes over me. How is it possible that I find him so sexy and he hasn't even done anything yet. I rub my thighs together unconsciously, trying to relieve some pressure with a bit of friction. "Careful there, Mara, I might just have to pull over," he says jokingly, glancing down at my legs. "Sorry," I say, pulling the tight fabric down over my skin. He just grins. We arrive at the restaurant, and he comes around to my side, opening the door for me. He helps me out, and closes the door. We're just an inch apart, and he looks intently at me, hands planted firmly on my waist. Suddenly, there's not enough oxygen between us, and I hold my breath. "I hope you like Italian," he says, giving me a grin before walking towards the restaurant, pulling me behind him by our entwined hands. We're seated in a small booth, the restaurant is dimly lit and candles are lit on the table in front of us. "You look gorgeous, Mara," he says, looking up at me from his menu. "Thank you," I say, smiling. The waitress comes and we order some wine. We both order pasta, and send the waitress on her way; I'm not that hungry at the moment, Colton has a way of distracting me. "So, this morning, " he says, grinning. "It was great." "It was alright," I say, ...
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