Silken Seduction

by Tara Nina

  Before Temair knew it, they were lying side by side, facing each other, talking like old friends, even though he was several years her junior. She wasn’t sure if it was the bottle of wine they managed to finish between them, or the fact Evan was truly an easy man to talk to. Temair couldn’t decide as the hours passed.

  At some point before they fell asleep, Evan had her comfortable enough to talk about the darkness that shadowed her life. Somehow he knew she’d been hurt. Never had she discussed the level of verbal abuse she’d gotten accustomed to in her last relationship. Her creativity and business started to truly suffer while with that man. But when he turned from hateful words to fists, Temair finally had enough and walked away, ready for a fresh new life. This was something she hadn’t shared with her best friend, Lisanne, for fear she would have done something irrational to the beast and ended up in jail.

  “Where is he now?” Evan asked with a gentle, caring squeeze of her hand.

  “Last I heard…” Temair shrugged, looking at him. “He was in rehab. Court ordered after his last DUI, but at least he’s there.”

  “You know it’s not your fault.” The sound of his accented voice was soothing.

  “I know,” she replied on a whisper. As if hearing Evan’s comforting words were enough, Temair finally accepted the fact it wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t made her ex-lover into the person he became. He did it to himself, no matter what he’d drilled into her head when they were together.

  Lying next to Evan, she realized she was a powerful woman. She may not be the skinniest, most beautiful woman around, but she knew how to work what she had to her benefit. The tingling sensations lingering in her feet reminded her of a new sexual venture she planned to explore more, as she absently rubbed them together. Evan brushed the hair from her eyes and touched her face.

  “You have a talent with gemstones that needs to shine and the ability to make it do so. When I look at you, I don’t just see the artist. I see a beautiful, strong, sexy woman with great legs.” He paused as a sly smile crossed his lips and a devilish gleam filled his eyes. “And a phenomenal pair of feet.”

  He gathered her hand in his and placed a tender kiss to her palm. He drew her hand to his chest and tugged her close as he lay back. His eyes closed. His other arm wrapped around her waist and snuggled her to his side, without releasing her hand from his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart seeped through her skin and urged her heart to match the harmony.

  “Evan,” Temair whispered as she settled at his side. “Thank you.”

  The heat of his body caressed hers. Their breathing fell in sync. Her head rested on his shoulder. Their hands linked on his chest in a heartwarming connection of tenderness. Being in Evan’s arms was a welcomed release from the hectic world of the jewelry convention. In the safety net his presence provided, she faded off to sleep.

  * * * * *

  Sometime in the early-morning hours Temair woke, slipped off the bed, and gathered her shoes. It was all she could do to force herself to leave his room. Her conscience reminded her she had obligations. No matter how bad she wanted to stay and explore this new sexual fetish, she had to go. She needed to return home in order to be ready for the last day of the convention. A glance at his debonair good looks as he slept weakened her resolve, and she almost changed her mind.

  At the door, she stopped as an idea struck her and she hoped she wasn’t being silly with the gift she left behind. Shoes in hand, she tiptoed from the room, closed the door and hurried to the elevator. For the first time in her life, she felt liberated of her past.

  A younger man found her erotically sensual, and that made her realize she wasn’t old and unattractive, or stupid and lacking in creativity. If a man of Evan’s stature found her interesting enough to lie on a bed and talk the night away with, then she was beautiful.

  She’d be damned if she’d fail. This was her time to shine and today at the convention that was just what she planned to do.

  In the lobby, she had the doorman hail her a cab. At this hour it wasn’t safe for a woman alone to hop the subway or walk the streets. Barelegged, she crawled into the backseat and smiled the whole way home.

  Chapter Six

  On a normal day, the lack of sleep would have made her grumpy, but not today. A renewed sense of self-worth flowed in her veins and she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—fail. Temair made every effort to talk, peddle and praise her designs to each and every person who came within six feet of her booth.

  This was her day and she knew it. It didn’t hurt she was aware of the sensation her hose was giving her legs. She liked the subtle hiss as she walked or crossed her legs. It made her pussy clench, knowing she wore no panties, just the soft nylon against her clean-shaven flesh. Every move tickled her sensitive lower lips and hardened her clit. Working all day on spiked heels took on a whole new meaning, thanks to Evan. High heels and hose were now an everyday wardrobe necessity as far as she was concerned. Her legs never felt so stimulated and neither had her sex.

  What did he have in store for her to learn next? Anticipation kept her energy geared on high.

  On and off, she caught herself scanning the crowd for him. Each glimpse of a bald head set her pulse racing and her inner muscles tightened. When closer inspection determined it not to be him, disappointment only fueled her desire. Nothing was stopping her today.

  When the buyer for one of the world’s leaders in watch design stopped at her booth, Temair didn’t falter. Instead she whipped out a drawing of several ideas she had for interchangeable jeweled watchbands and faces. He was so impressed he handed her his business card, and set a time to meet with her during the following week.

  The moment he was out of sight, she flopped in the chair to catch her breath. Damn. Growing a backbone and facing her fears felt good. Or maybe it was the phenomenal sex. The phone rang and she laughed as she looked at the caller ID.

  “You watching me again?” she teased when she answered.

  “Wish I was,” he stated. A hint of sadness laced his sexy accent and had her sitting upright. “I’m en route to the airport. Have to fly to London this afternoon.”

  “Oh.” Temair’s stomach dropped. He was leaving, just when things were heating up. But what did she expect? He lived an entire ocean away.

  “Temair, thanks for the gift. It’ll remind me of you, always.”

  An unstoppable grin crossed her lips and her spirits lifted when she heard the unmistakable rustle of nylon and his deep inhale through the phone. He liked what she left behind. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all. Stretching her legs, she slipped off her pumps and rubbed her hose-covered feet together, enjoying the friction and the phantom feel of his hands on her feet she knew she would never forget.

  “I almost didn’t do that.” She bit her lower lip. Goose bumps rose along the flesh of her arms at the memory of the sensation of him slipping them off last night. Hearing he liked that she left them hanging on the doorknob made her legs tingle.

  “I’m glad you did. I wanted to spend another evening with you. There’s so much more we could explore…” She heard his heavy intake of air and sensed he was truly disappointed he had to leave. “This matter came up suddenly this morning.”

  “I understand.” Temair sat tall and tried to sound diplomatic, hoping he didn’t hear her sadness. What she really wanted was round two in the lesson of erotic foot and leg play, but now…

  “Business before pleasure,” she added on a false, cheery note.

  “That seems to be the way of the world. If things were different…” His voice trailed as if deciding it was best not to finish his thought. After clearing his throat, he added in a promising tone, “Keep in touch.”

  “You too,” Temair managed to say before he disconnected.

  The erotic timbre of his accent lingered in her ear as she closed her cell phone and dropped it back into her pocket.

  “You too,” she whispered then stood to help the next person who’d stopped to look at her designs. But her
heart wasn’t in it.

  * * * * *

  Three weeks came and went.

  Temair and Lisanne were busier than ever. The trade show paid off. The watch company she made contact with dropped a contract in her lap to design their new spring line of watches. The production and advertising for it would start that winter. It didn’t leave her much time to create, but she seemed to work better under pressure.

  Customer traffic increased. Orders were placed and she was working her fingers to the bone, making the most creative pieces of her artistic jewelry career. It was as if a dark cloud had been lifted from her imagination.

  She thanked Evan for that. Though she hadn’t heard from him, and didn’t have the guts to email or call, she still thought of him, of the sensations of pure pleasure he’d taught by simply loving her feet and legs.

  Just thinking of him made her shiver, and she paused in her work. She laid down her tools, turned in her chair, and stretched her arms over her head and her legs out in front of her. A day hadn’t gone by where she didn’t wear some form of hosiery and sexy shoes and think of him, of his hands and the feel of his cock nestled in the grip of her feet. She liked the empowerment she seemed to derive from the thought of their brief sexual encounter. Temair wiggled her toes and couldn’t help but stare at the fascinating appendages.

  Sensual little buggers that at the moment were in need of a pedicure. She snorted as she turned back to the jeweler’s bench. Maybe tomorrow she’d take an hour and visit the nail salon. She shook her head, knowing no one would ever love her feet like Evan.

  “Hey, Temair,” Lisanne called as she entered the back room of the shop. “You got a package. Special delivery from London.”

  Temair froze and her lips parted slightly as she swallowed a gasp. There was only one person she knew from there.

  “Enjoy.” Lisanne winked, tossed the package on the bench in front of her, and turned to answer the ding of the bell above the store’s front door.

  The customer’s arrival gave Temair no chance to question Lisanne’s odd comment. Enjoy? What did she mean by that? Temair never shared her Evan experiences with Lisanne. Curiosity fired to life. What was in that box? And was she right to suspect it was from Evan? Could it be from someone else?

  Trembling fingers lifted it from the workbench. The package was not large or heavy. In fact, it was light and the size of a standard ten-by-twelve-inch box. It didn’t rattle when she shook it. She noted the return address was marked simply as E., no actual address was listed, nor was there any sign of postage.

  Oh my god! Her heart skipped a beat. He had a package delivered to her. Temair’s insides knotted knowing he thought of her. How he had it delivered didn’t matter. Her hands shook as she worked at the packing tape and wiggled the box free of the brown paper wrapping. For a moment, all she could do was stare at the white box. Curiosity got the better of her, and she lifted the lid.

  A beautiful pale-blue notecard sat on top of the neatly folded tissue paper covering the present. She opened it and read, hearing his voice inside her head.

  For the loveliest set of legs I’ve ever experienced.

  Wear these and think of me.

  Until next we meet,

  E.

  Temair peeled back the tissue paper. Carefully, she lifted a black lace garter complete with silk stockings from the box. The stockings were made of the softest, sheerest material. She smiled, caressing her cheek with the stockings. This was a gift she’d cherish, whether she wore them or not didn’t matter.

  Evan Lyndsay had given her more than just a gift. Without knowing, he gave her an adventure, a phenomenal memory, and the ego boost she’d desperately needed to reclaim her life.

  Wear these. Definitely not without Evan to guide her in the next level of foot and leg loving. He opened a door she didn’t want closed. But she didn’t know how to explore it further without him. Not that she truly wanted to, not unless he was the one to teach her.

  She walked over to the desk where the computer sat. Gently she laid the stockings and garter in the box. Encouraged by his thoughtfulness, she logged on to her email, pulled his business card out of the top drawer, and typed his address.

  After a few moments of staring at the blinking cursor, a deviously playful thought struck her and she typed.

  E.,

  Thank you.

  Instruction is needed in the proper usage.

  Care to teach me?

  T.

  She hit send and sat back in her chair, absently fingering the stockings. A chill skittered up her arm at the thought of slipping her feet into them, and working the silky softness to her thighs. An image of Evan at her feet shot through her brain and made her pussy contract. Damn. She closed her eyes, letting the vision fill her thoughts.

  Temair snapped out of her daze at the sound of someone opening her office door. Her jaw nearly dropped, but she somehow managed to not allow it to happen.

  “Shall we start those lessons now?” Evan Lyndsay stepped inside the door, closing it behind him as he held his cell phone in his hand, with her email posted on it.

  “I—” she started then stopped. Was she dreaming? Had her libido finally sucked all measure of reality from her brain, or was he really standing there?

  “I landed a few hours ago,” he answered before she asked. “I’ve had a problem the last few weeks at work that took more time than I anticipated. But now it’s rectified, and I’ve taken a holiday.”

  “A holiday?” she managed to whisper. Every fiber of her being was tuned in to his every move. Those sexy eyes held her mesmerized in some sort of hypnotic sensual state.

  “It seems I’ve been a bit preoccupied. A woman I met, with the sexiest feet and legs, has held my attention more than I’d like to admit.” His eyes never left hers.

  “Anyone I know?” Temair retorted coyly, and was amazed at the sensual tone of the words that escaped her lips. What was it about this man that brought out her inner vixen?

  Evan rounded her desk, gathered her hand in his and guided her to her feet. The moment she stood, he kissed her palm, letting his tongue tease the sensitive flesh for a split second. Temair’s nipples turned to stone.

  Oh god, he is real.

  “I believe you know her very well.” He darted his gaze downward, and she knew he didn’t miss the sight of her nipples pressed against the cotton material of her knee-length, t-shirt dress.

  The back of his fingertips brushed across a nipple and she shivered inwardly, swallowing a moan. Nervously, she licked her lips.

  “I see you’re wearing hosiery.” His eyebrow arched. A devilish gleam lit his eyes and a wicked smile crossed his lips. “May I?”

  Unable to form words, she nodded her compliance. Evan sank to his knees. His hands glided down her body, setting her flesh on fire. He skimmed across her hips and caressed her thighs in slow, tortuous touches of his fingertips. When he lifted the hem of her dress, she sucked in a subtle gasp of anticipation. He nestled his face against her lower abdomen and breathed in deep.

  “Mmm, I’ve missed your scent. One evening of your charms was not enough. It simply whet my appetite.” The heat of his breath across her nylon-covered flesh made her insides quiver and her pussy instantly wet. He nuzzled her heat then licked her pussy through the nylon, nearly causing her knees to buckle.

  Before she had a chance to regain any form of composure he rose, cupping her ass and seating her on her desk. Strong hands stroked the length of her outer thighs, gripped her knees, and gently guided her legs open. Not once did he look anywhere other than her eyes. His intense, sexy gaze held hers. Each breath she took was filled with his alluring essence, a definitive fresh scent of aftershave and pure masculinity.

  All she could think of was how his mouth would taste. She got her answer. Evan’s lips brushed ever so lightly across hers as his fingers massaged the insides of her thighs, skittering close to but not touching her pussy. The feel of him exploring her legs, still separated by a thin veil of nylon, kept h
er on edge. Her skin sizzled with each stroke, shooting sparks straight to her mound.

  She craved him. She wanted to fuck him right then and there. The mystique of this man enlightened her soul with a newfound sexual avenue of adventure that she wanted desperately to explore.

  Feeling aggressive, she captured his mouth in a provocative kiss as she cupped the back of his head while she ran the knuckles of her other hand along the front of his suit pants. His muffled groan against her lips thrilled her to the core, encouraging her further. Temair hooked her ankles around the back of his knees and tugged him closer to her pussy.

  Their kiss intensified as they rocked against each other. His fingers rubbed the wet center of her pantyhose, frantically trying to reach her nub. The friction of the nylon to her flesh as his fingers worked their magic turned her on even more. Faster and faster he rubbed, avidly tormenting her to the point she thought she would come, but couldn’t.

  She needed something. She needed Evan.

  She had to touch him. Temair worked his zipper until she wiggled her fingers and then her hand into his pants. It didn’t take much to slide into the front slit of his boxers and tug his solid cock free. Though she hungered to lick him and taste the salt of his flesh, she wanted him inside her, fucking her, more than anything else.

  Temair guided his cock to her pussy, pushing his fingers away. She broke free of their kiss and couldn’t believe the wild throaty words that exited. “Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me right here, right now.”

  She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, then a sensual smile followed. Nylon ripped, freeing her swollen mound. His fingers slid into her heat and she couldn’t help but sigh. Evan laced a hand in her hair and tugged her face close to his.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked as he finger-fucked her.