Not-So Secret Seduction

April 14, 2010

It’s really not what you say, but how you say it. I have always been quite the linguist, especially when it comes to seduction. When I showed up at the private club for drinks, Lawyer Guy could tell that I was there for one thing and one thing only. And seduction is one game that I never lose.

He seemed surprised that I had agreed to meet him and his friends alone, especially knowing he was married. I laughed as I downed my second glass of bubbly, if he only knew how deviant I truly was. I could tell he was impressed and surprised. I took great pleasure watching him feel me out, seeing how he became more turned on at my every word. His eyes focused on my lips and my breasts, he shuddered as I slid my hand into his thigh while playfully laughing at our conversation.

The sexual energy was electric; the club began to fill up and we found ourselves sneaking away to the bar for more drinks. We were half out of sight when he pulled me into him. His kiss was desperate, his lips begging to be licked and sucked. I tilted my head back and he moved his tongue down my neck while his hands grabbed my ass pulling me close. He was painfully hard and I knew he wanted to take all of me.

Lawyer Guy was very turned on and it became clear that he was not worried about his friends seeing us. It was hot knowing they were secretly watching out of the corner of their eyes. He pulled me into the dark hallway, sliding his hands over my firm breasts, flicking my hard nipples. I was completely wet and aching for him. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and pinned me against the wall with one hand, turning the lock with the other.

I continued to kiss him while undoing his pants. I reached down and exposed his massive erection; I was aching to taste every inch. I took him in my mouth and licked and sucked him, working him with my hands at the same time. He was about to explode when he forced me to stop. He pushed my dress up over my hips, pulling my panties to the side. He devoured me, made me cum as he pushed his fingers into me while sucking on my clit.

We were both breathless and wanting more. We exited the bathroom; the waiter standing gave us a knowing smile. We’d been at it so long the club had closed. As he put me into a taxi we kissed once more and the cab sped downtown. I could hardly wait to finish what we had just started.

Hotel Hopping

@dcberotica

April 13, 2010

I am notorious for double dating, often planning 2 consecutive dates. It was a Tuesday and first up was an early dinner and a first encounter with Ad Exec Guy, to be followed by drinks with Iron Man. It had been months since he had been back to New York and I could hardly wait to get my hands on him.

Dinner was at a hotel in the East Village and it must be said that the cheese plate and champagne were far more interesting than the man. There is nothing that turns me off more than a know-it-all. This is why I often set up two dates in one evening; when one is disappointing you simply move on to the next.

I touched up my lipstick as the elevator sped up to the 8th floor of the chic uptown hotel, the soft pink gliding smoothly across my lips. Iron Man opened the door to his suite; he looked better than I remembered. He slid his arm around my waist and kissed me deeply; the door closing behind us as he pushed me up against the wall. He was hard instantly.

We could barely stop kissing long enough for him to pop the cork on the bottle of bubbly. Our glasses clinked and I took a long sip letting the bubbles dance on my tongue. I looked him directly in the eye as I took another sip; we were both aching to rip each other’s clothes off.

I sat leaning on the edge of the dresser; Iron Man placed his glass on the table next to me and got on his knees. He slowly undid the straps on my heels, gliding his hands up my smooth legs. He pressed his lips into the creases of my knees, working his way up my thighs sending shivers down my spine. I could feel myself getting wet. He slid his fingers up, rubbing me through the lace of my Agent Provocateur thong. I let out a gasp as he alternated pressure.

He continued touching me, staring up to witness how turned on he had me. I asked how long I had him in New York, he told me just tonight; he had meetings in Washington in the morning. I loved knowing he had flown in just for drinks with me.

Iron Man grabbed my wrist and threw me onto the massive bed, the 1200 thread-count sheets caressed my body and he pushed my skirt up and devoured me. I begged him to stop, not to make me cum just yet, but he would not listen. He licked and sucked me until I came so hard, his fingers sliding into me just as I let go.

I lay there, breathless yet aching for more. He told me to follow him and then led me into the bathroom champagne in hand. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in mind.

Against The Lawyer

@pachutorresart

March 15, 2010 

I met him while out for drinks with my boss at the private Manhattan club for the creative and such, Norwood. We chatted over champagne about work, life and the other predictable bullshit one does. Something about him though, I could tell he was a complete pervert. You know the kind… They accidentally brush up on your leg and touch your hair while they talk to you about their wife and kids.

Its all a bit foggy, we drank so very much but I remember him trying to kiss me and I am pretty positive that was right after he introduced me to his wife’s best friend. His profession, law, but with a very specific specialty. For the sake of his anonymity we’ll just call him Lawyer Guy.

Lawyer Guy continued trying to kiss me, all the while trying to kiss my boss too. He ended up inviting us out dancing and while she declined, I accepted. Once we were inside the packed room he wasted no time at all unleashing his true desires. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, hard. His hands grabbed me even harder, leaving bruises on my neck and ass. It was kind of hot how aggressive he was, I wondered if he was like that with his wife….