Greg unlocked the door to his condo, and they both entered. It had been over
three months since he’d gotten laid. Consequently, he had made a conscious
effort not to show his true hunger to the young woman that accompanied him.
Nikki removed her waist length black leather jacket. Greg politely took it and
told her to make herself comfortable. As he hung her jacket in the closet, he
offered her a drink. She requested white wine.
Greg confirmed that he indeed had white wine. On his way to the kitchen, he
stopped to turn up the thermostat. That was a little trick he had learned years
ago. He knew that women were more likely to remove their clothes if they felt
warm.
As he poured their wine, he thought about his good fortune. He had met Nikki
only two hours earlier at his favorite neighborhood watering hole. She seemed
so out of place, being such a beauty… and alone. Greg never really had
expected her to accept his offer for a drink. After all, they were a mismatch.
Being 44 himself, Greg figured Nikki to be in her mid to late twenties. He’d
somewhat expected her to address the age issue, but she hadn’t. Since he
usually passed for his late thirties, Greg saw no reason to bring it up
himself. He was proud of his low mileage and years of effort at the gym.
Greg carried the two glasses of wine out to the living room where he found her
inspecting the pictures on the wall. She accepted a glass, and then sat on the
sofa. He sat across from her in his easy chair, so that he could study her as
they made small talk.
Nikki was even more beautiful than he’d been able to earlier determine in the
dark and smoky bar. She wasn’t overly pretty or feminine, but she had a raw,
earthy, and exotic look that Greg found irresistible. Her chestnut colored hair
was long, thick, and wavy. Piercing steel blue eyes, pointed eyebrows, full
pouty lips, and high cheekbones adorned her softly chiseled face.
Whenever her eyes broke contact with his, he would quickly glance down at her
breasts. She had unzipped her tight, black, ribbed knit sweater far enough for
him to see her ample cleavage and the top of her black laced bra.
Every time she turned away, he would steal a look at her long, defined, slender
legs. She was not wearing any hose, but her legs were smooth enough to allow
her short leather skirt to slowly inch up her thighs whenever she shifted her
body for comfort. Another inch or two, and he might be able to see her panties,
if she wore any.
Greg’s cock noticeably responded to the visual delight seated across from him.
The combination of his Dockers and boxer shorts gave his cock the freedom to
create a crotch tent. With the exception of attending a strip bar, he couldn’t
recall the last time he had gotten so hard from just looking at a woman.
Nikki shifted her weight again, and uncrossed her legs. Greg caught a glimpse
of a dark patch between her legs, but didn’t have enough time to determine if
it was her pubic hair or dark colored panties. His cock swelled to its’ full
capacity as he fantasized about burying his face between her thighs and using
his tongue to make her pussy feel good.
Nikki broke his reverie by requesting another glass of wine. He cursed himself
for using the small wine glasses. Now he had no choice but to stand up and
expose the huge bulge in his pants. He took her glass and quickly exited the
room, feeling a little embarrassed.
When he returned with the refilled glasses, he found her standing over his
entertainment system running her finger along a shelf. He handed her the glass
of wine and noticed that her finger had left a line on the dusty shelf.
“I haven’t dusted for a while.”, he explained, smiling sheepishly.
“Typical.”, was all she said. She sat down on the sofa once again.
“So, I see that you were able to… ahem, compose yourself while in the
kitchen.”, she commented.
“What do you mean?”, he asked, knowing full well what she meant.
“You were rather aroused before I asked for more wine.”, she explained with a
devilish smile, looking him straight in the eyes.
“W-well, yes I was. You’re a beautiful woman.”, he admitted, surprised at her
directness. He noticed that she may have unzipped her sweater another inch or
so while he was in the kitchen.
“Did you enjoy sneaking your little glances at my breasts and up my skirt?”,
she asked just bit curtly.
She had been cock teasing him all along, Greg thought. He felt a little
annoyed, but saw no point in denying it.
“I suppose I DID. As I’ve said, you really are beautiful and I … “, he tried
to explain.
“How old are you?”, she interrupted, crossing her legs.
“Forty four.”, he responded.
“Hmm… A little older than I thought, but that may even be better. When’s the
last time you got laid?”, she asked in a matter of fact manner.
“It’s been a while.”, he replied, off balance from her directness. He preferred
to be honest, but he didn’t want to be any more specific than he had to.
“How LONG of a while?”, she pressed, uncrossing her legs and spreading them
just enough to make her skirt climb up a couple inches.
“Three or four months.”, he reluctantly responded.
“A one night stand?”, she inquired.
“Yes.”, he replied.
“Hmm. How many times have you gotten laid in the past year?”, she asked.
“Hey look, what’s with the third degree?”, Greg finally objected, but he had
allowed the conversation to go far enough for Nikki to tell that he could be
controlled.
“Greg, haven’t you wondered what a woman like me would want with a man like
you?”, she asked confidently.
He grinned sheepishly and admitted that he had.
“You obviously find me quite attractive, Greg. What do you like about me?”, she
inquired with that devilish smile of hers.
“Everything!”, he responded. Unable to resist any longer, he stood up and
approached her.
“Sit DOWN Greg, we’re not done talking yet!”, she instructed in a controlling
tone.
He looked into her piercing eyes, then docilely retreated back to his chair.
She caught him glancing at her thighs. He quickly looked away.
“Go ahead and LOOK Greg. Take a GOOD look! When’s the last time you wanted
someone as much as you want me now?”, she continued, shifting herself so that
her skirt climbed still another inch up her thighs.
“It’s been a very, very long time.”, he admitted.
“What do you think the odds are of having someone like me here again anytime
soon, Greg?”, she asked.
He unabashedly stared up and down at her body and thought for a moment.
“Probably not very good.”, he admitted.
“Listen to me carefully, Greg. If you play your cards just right, you’ll have
the chance to see a lot of me in the future. But if you fuck up just ONCE, I
will walk out of your life forever. Those are the rules, Greg. They’re simple
enough. Do you understand them?”, she asked, spreading her legs just enough for
him to see the patch of black between her legs once again.
“Yes.”, he replied. His cock was rock hard all over again, but this time it
didn’t concern him.
“Have you ever had a woman tell you what to do, Greg?”, she asked.
“No, I can’t say that I have.”, he replied, suspecting that he was about to for
the first time.
“No, I didn’t think so. Novices like you are often hesitant about doing some of
the things that I require. So here’s how it’s gonna work, Greg. I’ll give you
just ONE warning. If you don’t fall in line after that, I’ll walk out of your
life and we’ll be done for good. Understand?”, she inquired.
“Yes.”, he responded. He had read about women like Nikki before, but had always
believed such stories to be fiction.
“Good, I’m pleased! Tell me. What would you like to do now, Greg?”, she teased.
- Continued … -
Originally posted 2007-09-13 16:13:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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