Adult Sex Stories: Seducing The Woman In Red-Part I
Adult sex stories: seducing the woman in red. Bridgette could hear the sound of her Louboutins on the parquet floor as she walked into the gallery. She was early, and the table holding flutes of already-poured champagne to welcome the guests were still covered. It had been a long day at work, but she was here to support Timmy. She looked around, wondering where he was as she drank her champagne far too quickly.
But then, her eyes glimpsed a Mariette that she had never seen before. Bridgette walked over to it as if in a trance, her finger itching to touch the rich oil of the canvas. She was so close to the piece it felt obscene; she could see the pattern of the canvas beneath the oil paint and noticed the light scuff on the frame reflecting its stay in a private home. “I could smell you!”
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Bridgette looked over her shoulder to where Timmy stood, adjusting his tie. “Hello Timmy,” she said. Not wanting to turn completely away from the painting. The same way that he smelled her, she felt the heat of him as he stalked her. Stalked her, it was not an exaggeration. It was how they met, in this gallery, his gallery. The night they met, she was not wearing red like tonight, but a little black dress. “Do you want a private tour?”, he had asked. Bridgette had looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, intrigued, and raised her champagne at him lightly in greeting.
“I am Timmy Vester,” he had said, knowing she would recognize the gallery owner’s name right away. “Have you got any more Mariette hidden around here?” she had asked. “I do,” Timmy stood so close to her that his breath had been a soft flood on her face. “What are you going to give me as the price of admission?”
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Putting down her champagne, she had taken her time in sizing him up. He was not half bad-looking, in fact, he was damn good-looking. And that hadn’t been the champagne goggles talking. “A kiss?” she questioned, hoping to disguise her own interest in something more. “Okay. Come.” Bridgette had thought that he was waiting for her to kiss him, but instead, he had held out his hand to hers, then let her lead them both to a secluded room.
She remembered how he had placed his hands on her shoulders before whispering into her neck: “But first I have to blindfold you.” “Why?” “Because I want you to be completely deprived of your senses before you engage with the painting. I want you to devour it.” “Okay,” she had conceded quietly. “Okay.” Squeezing her shoulders, he might as well have squeezed her clit.
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His good looks and quiet intensity filled her with tiny bubbles of excitement as much as the champagne had. The Mariette went black before her eyes. “I am not going to be eclipsed by a dead man. Not even Mariette.” Timmy whispered along her jawbone. “Turn around slowly, and face your man…” After that first evening, they had developed a sensual ritual. Always at the gallery, always a Mariette, always a blindfold. The length of time between their trysts, the color of her dress; these changed, but never the delicious sensation of his fingers on her neck as he tied her blindfold.
To be continued…… You want only the best sex stories right? Then meet me over here, for part two!