Seduced
by
Meyan Wittmore
Seduced
My eyes were tired from staring at my monitor all day. It was long overdue to finish for today. I rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes for a second. Only for a few seconds.
Then I felt her hands on my shoulder, gently massaging my tied up muscles. She pressed her small thumbs firmly into my tired flesh making me ever so slightly moan from the sensation.
I leaned back in my chair letting my head fall back. Her hands immediately moved to my exposed neck, caressing, teasing my suddenly hot skin.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered into my ear before her lips kissed her favorite spot just behind it.
I kept my eyes closed and shivered from the pleasure as her soft, warm lips began to wander lower and lower. Her scent was a mixture of vanilla and the fruits and veggies from the shop she worked.
“I... missed... you more...” I moaned.
She turned my chair around and slowly lowered herself onto my lap. I felt her breath on my lips as she brushed hers against mine.
When I looked into her dark almond-shaped eyes, I melted from the desire burning in them. The way her slender body pressed against mine. The way her small breasts teased my large ones through our dresses.
Tonight her long wavy hair was braided in two pigtails which made her look younger than her 21 years. Her mischievous little smile promised joy and pleasure until I would pass out from exhaustion.
“Hello, beautiful,” she purred. “How was your day?”
“I don’t think I can go through another one like this without you,” I said pleadingly.
“Shhhh...” she touched her lips to mine finally.
I wrapped my arms around her as our kiss deepened. She tasted cinnamon. She tasted youth. She was soft and gentle. My God, she was everything I’ve ever wanted. How could I live without her love, her touch, her care? I couldn’t. I needed her like I needed air to breathe. She was my Goddess, my Galaxy.
My body was fully aroused by now as my little minx’s closeness reignited my slumbering fires.
My fingers began to unbutton her short summer dress. I nearly tore off two buttons in my lust-driven haste. My hands cupped her amazingly sexy little breasts.
“You... mmmmm... are not... ahhmmm... wearing...bra,” I tried to speak with her sweet tongue in my mouth. “Naughty little minx!”
“I thought you liked me ‘free’ under my.... Aaaahhhh... dress,” she moaned when I pulled on her nipples.
“I do.”
I did indeed.
I turned my chair back toward my desk and pushed her against it. With her body bent backward, I began to suckle her nipples one by one. At the same time, my hand gently caressed her thighs, sliding closer and closer to her groin.
Just as I hoped, she wasn’t wearing panties either. Naughty, naughty little minx of mine.
She was gyrating her hips sensually against my thighs, feeding my flames of desire to new heights. Her moaning turned into whimpering as her need to be touched at her sex grew more and more.
“Aahhhh... pleeeease, please.”
I couldn’t deny her. I touched my fingers to her swollen little bud. She gasped aloud and shook in my lap. Her reaction to my touch made me almost as ecstatic as she was. It turned me on beyond imagination. When I parted her tiny lips guarding her sweet little tunnel, I felt her juices coating her soft flesh already. No, she wasn’t just moist; she was soaking wet, more than ready to receive my probing fingers.
Then I...
I woke up to my phone ringing impatiently, ruining my most beautiful dream.
I wanted to scream.
I declined the call without looking at the caller’s name and pushed the stupid little device away.
My right hand was under my skirt. Under my panties to be precise. And I was more than just moist...
I looked around nervously, while my heartbeat jumped to the mid-hundreds. Dear God. What if somebody is still in the office? What if I made embarrassing noises, and they heard it? I felt my face reddening just by thinking of the humiliation.
My gaze wandered to my old-fashioned calendar on my desk. The big red number ‘14’ stared back at me, mocking me. I almost heard it laughing at me too with the smaller letters at its feet announcing the month, February. It was bloody Valentine’s Day again. And as always, I had nobody to share the night with. Was it really too much to ask for?
The place was deadly quiet, probably I was the last one working this late. I sighed while I shut down my PC then cleaned up my desk as much as I could. Alas, it didn’t look any better than five minutes earlier. I always had been very disorganized, and I hated nothing more than cleaning. Unfortunately, working in a shared office space required a certain amount of tidiness. Today, however, I couldn’t care less.
I put on my brown faux fur coat around my tall, slender body but left it open since the office was rather hot, and walked to the door. At least that was what I had intended to do so. Instead of quietly slipping out, though, I had tripped over Mike’s suitcase. The idiot always left it sticking out behind his chair.
What can I say? It wasn’t pretty, tall girls tend to fall harder. My only consolation was the thick padding of my coat. If I’m lucky, I won’t have any bruises. If I had been really lucky, there wouldn’t have been anybody else in the office. Of course, the offending suitcase’s owner was still in his chair, laughing like the idiot he was.
“Very mature, Mike,” I said, wincing from the pain in my elbow.
He stopped laughing, only to shamelessly stare at my chest. Well, he had reason enough to do. I had a beautiful set of breasts accentuated by my otherwise slim body. And the aforementioned pair of boobs were halfway out of my light-purple bra from my fall.
“I’m finishing in five,” he began, still ogling my breasts, “We could have a drink if you’re free. You did sound a bit lonely to me just now.”
Oh, no. No, no, no. He heard me. My face was definitely burning now. Why him? Why was he the one to stay longer? He was a bully, a womanizer, a jerk. He didn’t even ask me if I was all right, but he would push his tongue down my throat if I let him. He was a lecherous slime of a...
I almost sent him to a warmer climate, but Mom had raised me with manners. So, I only said.
“Go to hell, Mike!”
That shut him off for now.
It was only a small satisfaction that I slammed the door behind me without saying goodbye.
***
I had just moved to this part of the city after graduating in computer science. My dad warned me that it’d be very difficult to find a good job for a young Indian woman amongst the men. Well, half Indian. My mom is from France. But yes, it hadn’t been easy, either to find a job or to get along with some men.
Tonight was freezing outside. I pulled my coat tight and headed to the subway. The streets were full of people. No, not just people, but couples. There were couples everywhere. At least that’s how I felt. Old, young, beautiful, strange, straight or less so. They were smiling, holding hands, arguing, kissing. They were all twos, one plus one. I was only one. Oh, I had my ‘Mikes’ before, more than willing to spend a night with an ‘exotic girl’. But nobody loved me, nobody wanted to be my Valentine. Besides, I always have been more attracted to my own sex. Which made things a hundredfold more difficult.
I haven’t even noticed that I stopped walking until a big coach’s horn almost made me jump out of my skin. I was miserable. The worst part was that I couldn’t blame others for my suffering. I was the one who barely ever went out. I was the one who spent more time with computers than with people. I was the one who dreamt of the beautiful Korean girl at the grocery store but never had the courage to ask her out.
I felt tears in my eyes bu
t I blinked them back.
Damn it. I really didn’t want to spend yet another night alone in my tiny flat with my tiny life.
***
At least I had my luck with my place. The subway station was just a block away, right next to the Korean grocery store, an old Italian pizzeria, and a little flower shop.
I found myself standing in front of the grocery store, and I wasn’t sure if I could go inside. I was supposed to pick up my eggplants I ordered. However, seeing the girl of my wet dreams on Valentine’s Day when I was already miserable enough, suddenly didn’t seem such a good idea.
“Oh, hi!” called Eun-ha from behind a big pile of celery with a smile on her lovely face.
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t see her amongst all the vegetables.
“Eun-ha,” I tried to smile back, “it is so nice to see you.”
Eun-ha, her name was as beautiful as her. It meant our galaxy the Milky Way or silver river depending on how one wrote it in native Korean. At least that’s what the Internet said. To me, she was the ‘Galaxy’. She shone like all those billions of stars and was as unreachable as even the closest one. I could see her but could never touch her.
“Come in, Chandra,” she said in her cute accent. “I got your eggplants.”
I know, I know... But I swear it’s just a coincidence. My dad named me Chandra. But you see, I’m just the Moon. Just a tiny insignificant speck of dust next to our magnificent galaxy.
The front part of the store was very small; I had to wait until an elderly couple came out before I could go in.
And there she was. A tiny young woman with an angelic face and devilish mischief in her sparkling dark eyes. Her hair was braided into those two pigtails from my dream.
My heart began to beat faster seeing her slender neck. I wanted to kiss her while she tilted her head in the heat of her passion. I wanted to hear her moans under my lips. I wanted to touch her as her lover. I want this for months. I wanted it badly.
She was talking animatedly to a lesbian couple, showing them a big cucumber. One of the women tested its weight and the smoothness of its surface.
“Take your time, and call me if you need help,” she told them before coming to me.
Although she was facing them, I thought I saw her wink at the taller woman.
I blushed at the implication of the use of that cucumber. Not that I had never abused a perfectly good vegetable...
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you,” Eun-ha beamed at me, “do you have a date for tonight?” For some reason, she sounded as if she hoped I didn’t.
Try as I might, I just couldn’t reciprocate her cheerful mood. Today was the final straw for me.
I shook my head slightly.
She must have seen it in my eyes that something was off and probably thought she was too straightforward.
“I’m sorry...,” her face fell, “I... bring you your veggies.”
A minute later she came back empty-handed.
“Hmmm..., It’s got to be here somewhere,” she was thinking out loud.
She looked around again and pointed to the top shelf behind her, “There it is.”
She quickly brought an old rickety step ladder and was climbing onto its top before I could warn her that it wasn’t firmly on the floor.
“Eun-ha!” I shouted, but it was too late.
She fell backward, and I jumped to catch her.
I was flat on the floor the second time within an hour. But she was safe in my arms. Her delicate neck pressed to my face. Her scent... Oh, God. I inhaled deeply her intoxicatingly feminine scent. As I held her tight, I felt her heart beating even faster than mine. I don’t know how, but I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against her soft skin. Then the impossible happened, I kissed her neck softly. It felt so amazing; it was just the right thing to do.
Then I panicked.
Abruptly, I released her and tried to sit up.
“Are you ok?” she asked me.
Surprisingly, I landed on my ass just fine. I felt my face burning, though, and couldn’t look into her eyes.
“Ah...,” I said, “that was scary. Thank you, I’m alright. How about you?”
“I’m fine, thanks. You saved my life,” she winked at me.
I was waiting for her reaction to my kiss, but she acted as if nothing happened.
The two women rushed to us and helped us to our feet. The taller one was more than six feet. She reached up for my eggplants and gave it to Eun-ha.
When they left, Eun-ha put my veggies into a brown paper bag and I paid with my phone. I was so embarrassed that I could barely look at her the whole time. My stomach was cramped and my throat dry.
“Thanks again,” she smiled at me expectantly, “are you sure you’ll be alright? I finish in an hour, then maybe we could...” she began.
“I’m fine,” I nearly shouted, interrupting her, “...sorry. I’m really ok... I need to go now.”
My scared little heart was hammering inside my chest. We were alone in the store, and I couldn’t talk to her. I knew I’d say something stupid or inappropriate or even ridiculous. I’d babble about the weather or the vegetables in the shop. Surely, I’d lose whatever little interest she might have in me.
At that moment, her father entered the store with boxes of fresh tomatoes, “Good evening, Miss,” he greeted me.
“Good evening,” I replied with relief and regret at the same time that we weren’t alone anymore. Then I turned back to Eun-ha. “Thanks for the eggplants, I appreciate it.” I lifted my bag in mock salute to her.
Before she could even say goodbye, with my tail between my shaking legs, I fled from the store.
That was a complete disaster.
***
I closed the door behind me and sank to the floor. One of the eggplants rolled out of the paper bag as I dropped it next to me. I looked at it angrily through my tears.
I blew my only chance with her. She will most definitely not ask me out again. Because by now, my malfunctioning tiny brain finally decrypted her message. She wanted to ask me out. And I had run away as always.
I was a failure, a big mistake.
After a few minutes of sobbing and despair, I went to my fridge and took out the bottle of white wine I always kept to my Dad in case he visited me.
I almost never drink alcohol because it knocks me out in minutes. But I had been so miserable the whole day that I wanted to forget about my pain. At least for a little while.
It worked.
Half an hour later, I was singing at the top of my lungs under the shower. Though, I’m too embarrassed to tell which song I defiled so enthusiastically. Point is, I was feeling much better. So well actually, that when the tiny jets of water from the handheld showerhead passed over the delicate skin covering my clit, I moaned from the pleasure.
Song’s forgotten, I began to play with the water. I pushed my new pleasure device closer and moved it up and down slowly. With my other hand, I teased my erect nipples and imagined Eun-ha with me in the shower. Her pale skin against my dark one, her small breasts pressing against my sex-starved body. How she would caress every part of my body with her soapy hands, kiss me with her sensual lips.
It was just like in my dreams, only better. My arousal and the pleasure of it was real. After a while, however, I needed something more. And my dirty little fantasy quickly wandered to the solitary eggplant which fell out of the paper bag. Oh, yes! I wanted it.
I hastily dried myself with my towel and ran to my door. The purple vegetables have been patiently waiting just where I left them, including the one already out of the bag.
I smiled like an idiot, “Hello there,” I said with exaggerated vowels and intonation like parents talk to babies. “Have you been a good little baby-plant?”
That one was perfect. Not too thick, not too bulgy at its end, yet long enough. I picked it up and headed to the kitchen to clean my little natural dildo. Ok, it wasn’t little at all.
As I turned it around in my hands, I no
ticed a big sticker on it. It looked like one of those oversized price stickers for elderly people with poor eyesight. I’ve never seen Eua-ha or her parents using stickers on fruits and vegetables. I felt I had to check it out.
There was a phone number on it and a small handwritten note.
‘If you are lonely tonight, call this number for a very special recipe, xoxo.’
I raised my eyebrows at that. Well, I was lonely enough. I have been lonely all my adult life. Stupid eggplant. Then I remembered that Eun-ha gave it to me. Technically, I bought it, but she gave it to me. That made it a very special eggplant indeed. I peeled off the sticker carefully, so the phone number would stay intact. Then washed the eggplant for a long time. I really did enjoy its shape.
At one point, my still very much aroused body managed to wake my brain. I turned off the tap and glanced at the sticker again.
What can I lose?
I had been stark naked since I came out of the shower, so I went to my warm bedroom and threw myself, the eggplant and the sticker onto my too-big-for-one-person mattress.
I was very curious about the special recipe. Almost as curious as to how my purple little devil would feel inside my soaking wet vagina. Since I was a very smart girl, I instantly devised the perfect plan. I could multitask. I was really good at it.
With one hand I began teasing my nipples again, with the other one I reached for my phone and called the number.
***
“Hello?”
Oh, this was going to be sweet. It was Eun-ha, I recognized her voice. And I felt confident, I could talk to her.
Probably I should drink more often.
“Uhmm...,” I tried to sound official and used my deepest voice, “Good evening, Madam. I’m terribly sorry for disturbing you at this late hour. Unfortunately, I have lost my special eggplant recipe.”
I burst into laughter, then moaning as my fingers twisted my nipple, but quickly managed to control myself.
“Chandra sweetie, are you drunk?” she asked me.
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