PART II – UNFINISHED BUSINESS

The DJ started playing some R & B and that’s when I decided to take a very good look at him as he got up to seductively dance to his favorite tune.
He came across as a very sexy, seductive and confident man, the kind of man every woman notices. You know, the one with the to-die-for body and panty-melting smirk. And then there’s the way his designer suits drape over his broad shoulders and big…well, we’ve all heard the rumors, the ones that say he’s up for any challenge.

We spent the entire evening chatting about everything that has been happening in our lives so far and dancing as and when we felt like. We didn’t spare the alcohol either as I felt so safe and comfortable around him.
He asked if I would want to spend the night at his place…. after One passionate, earth-shattering kiss. That kiss almost got my legs shaking……..He was the artist upstairs with the tantalizing smile and laughing eyes.
He was the devil inviting me to sin, seducing me to dance in the bright moonlight.
He was my desire and need.
When he touched me, my body sang.
My soul came alive and stupidly I picked my phone to tell my sister to cook up a lie on why I was not going to come home for the night.

We got to his place after mid night and I went straight to take a shower after he came out smelling all inviting, shirtless and edible …..sorry, attractive is the word I am searching for.

I sat on his lap, in his loose t-shirt, Pant-less and all flirty, ready for whatever awaited me for the remaining part of the night. After hours of talking, I fell asleep, in his arms ……so deeply in love, recounting everything that happened back in school. Such a perfect gentleman as I felt him carrying me to the bed and giving me a forehead kiss. I slept like a baby as I allowed the alcohol to take total control of my mind and body.

I woke up wondering why nothing happened. Why didn’t he devour my body? I wanted him to be the one I will sin with. Am I not good enough? What is wrong with me? I kept questioning myself……Poor girl. I wanted to ask him but was not bold enough to do that.

He cooked, served and actually went ahead to feed me breakfast in bed. What a charming gentleman he is. He is definitely every woman’s dream. The connection between us both was so strong, at least from my side, I couldn’t help it. I wanted him, but He wouldn’t make a move. I thought he wanted me too, but I felt something was holding him back. I kept questioning myself.

I have a whole day planned for us darling, he informed me. I have clothes for you in the wardrobe. I was scared you might have added some weight or lost some weight, but I think they will look perfect.

This is going to be a perfect weekend, I began to think, yet still, he not making love to me kept me wondering if something about me isn’t turning him on enough to drive him to pounce on me. I caught him several times admiring me, but it ended there.  I’ve heard a lot of men say they like it when women make the first move because at least they know we’re interested. Yes, I can see why they would like the idea but, in this case, I slept on the same bed with you and showing all the signs of wanting him, what else was he expecting.

I seductively, changed into a swim wear…….you can only imagine how I looked, in just a panty and a bra set. I asked him if he would join me for a swim to which he followed me like a dog chasing its prey. I smiled under my teeth as I thought I had won the seduction fight. I didn’t waste my time in the pool, as I moved closer and gave him a tight hug. I believe he understood this time and held on, stroking my back slowly. As he pulled to look into my eyes, I felt pure undiluted passion. We kissed…….I mean, we kissed, the kind of kiss that gets your entire body tingling. He moved to my cheeks and then to my neck, that really got me feeling all wet and ready after some action. we started fondling each other as he moved his hands to my small, round breast. At this point we could both hardly contain our feelings for each other. I eagerly reached for his penis, which was already bulging, soaked with something slimy at the tip which I believe was pre-cum. Rubbing his juices under his tip made him tremble in my hands. Adding a splash of water, I started teasing his balls, groping his shaft and kissing his neck – right behind his ear. I could feel his fingers slide between my labia, still moist from everything happening and now dripping from his touch. he slid his fingers together, slowly, without penetration, just feeling the rhythm of his movements. I moaned quietly, my body aching for him to continue deeper….., harder……… Just when I couldn’t stand his teases any longer, he pushed me against the wall with his face bearing into my bosom.

I started to feel queasy, and dizzy, and I’m pretty sure I was shaking a little bit. Maybe a lot. He asked me if I had done this before, as I panicked and tried to hide my face. The fact of the matter is, I have never been with any man, but I was ready to lose it all for him.

I asked him to continue and even whispered sweet nothing into his ears. He pulled back, kissed my forehead and asked if we could go inside and get ready for the outing……..

I’ve tried, I really have. I’ve acted confident and secure and calm and did everything I thought I was supposed to do to get him to make me feel like a woman but……

Just so you know, I’m an attractive girl with a great personality and a lot to offer so I’m not sure what the problem is. At this point I had gotten impatient but let’s see what the night has to offer……

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