Tuesday, February 11, 2014
She selected Mathew purposefully. He was exactly what she wanted. Mathew was not too old, or too young. He was intelligent, talented, and compassionate, a good honest and moral man. In short, he was perfect.
She began her campaign by admiring his talent and becoming one of his many "groupies". Then she started sharing some personal issues with Mathew and asking for his advice. When he showed himself to be thoughtful, caring, and somewhat innocent, she began to exhibit some of her insecurities. Bit by bit, they grew closer as "friends", but by then she was also showing him a flash of herself in photographs from time to time. The flashes were never too suggestive, just giving him an outline of who she was and letting him fill in the blanks.
Their conversations began to be more flirtatious. They were playfully sexual in their discussions. As time went on, she became more forward with Mathew, even indicating she would come to him if he wished. Knowing he was hesitant, she would then back away a bit and let him think about the possibilities.
Finally, she felt sure that Mathew was ready for her. She got a flight to his city and booked a reservation for a suite at an airport hotel. Mathew met her in the cocktail lounge where she was sipping a Bombay Sapphire martini. He was obviously a bit nervous and he approached her rather shyly.
They embraced as friends do and shared a chaste kiss. She had dressed carefully for the trip wearing a demure white blouse and knee length black skirt. Her jewelry and make up were minimal and her fragrance was subtle. At one point, she took Mathew's hand. squeezed it, and placed it on her leg about two inches above her knee. She knew he could feel the garter that held up her sheer black stockings.
They ordered lunch although neither of them was really hungry. After lunch, she invited Mathew back to her suite to admire the view and he again seemed unsure of how to proceed. This was even better than she expected. His apprehension was a delight to her! They took the elevator up to the 11th floor, quietly assessing each other.
Once inside the suite, she walked to the window and commented on how pretty the view looked. Mathew walked up behind her and stood very close as he put his arms around her looking not at the view but at her. She smiled to herself and let her body press against him.
Mathew was sure she wanted to have sex with him. She did not. What she wanted was his innocence.
As she turned into his embrace, she thought to herself, "Next time, we'll do this when he's awake."
This post is my contribution to Nicky and Mike's 30 Days of Writing Minus 2 with the topic of "Succubus". Check out the other players listed on "We Work For Cheese".