Seduction

Story

Southern nights are, by their nature, sensuous. They're dark, they're sultry; the very warmth and humidity give them the feel of silk?.they cover you and caress you. They calm and excite at the same time. This is especially true of summer nights.

On such nights, with the stars twinkling seductively, and a quarter moon providing just enough light to break the total darkness, a glance from someone can cause a quickening of the pulse. Certain glances can accomplish more than that.

Her glance was one of those ?certain? glances. Her eyes glittered green, and seemed to capture you, pull you in?there was a physical nature to that glance; it grabbed you. It emptied your mind and eclipsed everything else?.they looked into your mind, your soul, and your heart, leaving you bare and vulnerable?

Part two:

When she saw that she had enchanted me, she began to walk toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hips swayed gently. I was frozen. As she got closer, I could smell her perfume; it reminded me of jasmine?.sweet, and tempting.

Still staring into my eyes, she took my hand in hers, and gently urged me to follow?.

She never spoke as she led me to a dark, grassy area behind the seating at the club.

She turned, her green eyes still staring deeply into mine. She pulled me closer and put her hand behind my head and gently, but irresistibly, brought our lips together?.

I felt a surge of energy that began to travel down my body. Her tongue explored mine. I put my hands around her waist, and drew her closer. Her warmth surrounded me, comforted me. Aroused me.

She pulled back from our kiss, and still looking in my eyes, took both my hands in hers. She guided them to her hips. Then pulled me tight with another kiss that stole my breath?.my will?.

Part 3
I felt her hands go to my belt, and undo the buckle?then her fingers lightly brushed my cock through my pants?.I began to feel my zipper slowly go down?.

My pants dropped around my ankles?next, she pulled down my boxers, not slow and gentle, as all her previous movements had been, but with a jerk...my cock sprang free. It ached like never before. She looked at it, and smiled. She touched one finger to the very tip, pressing gently, and looked into my eyes?.

I was paralyzed with lust and desire. She went to her knees and took me into her mouth. Her tongue traveled the entire length of my clock, from the base to the very tip, my god, so slowly?.she paused and gave extra attention to the very tip. I felt I might explode that very second. Or die?.or both.

Part 4

She took her mouth from my cock and licked, so slowly, her lips, savoring my taste. She stood. Gently she put her hands on my shoulders and urged me down. First onto my knees, then pushing lightly, onto my back. I don't know if it was her strength, or my weakness, of physical strength, or will, but there was no resistance in me.

She slowly pulled her skirt to her waist. She wore no panties, and she was clean shaven. Her musk only increased, if possible, my desire. She straddled my waist, and lowered herself. Slowly, she unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it aside. She sucked at, and nibbled each nipple.

She took my cock in her hand and guided it inside her. Never have I felt anything like it. Warmth. Moistness. Silk made of living flesh.

She put her hands on my shoulders...holding me down....supporting herself; both...
I don't know. She gently lowered herself, biting her lower lip, and gazing onto my eyes, until I felt her moistness and warmth on my body. Then she slowly, more slowly than I thought possible, raised herself. I gasped. I could see her smile, a slight smile, one knowing I was hers, no longer a person, but a vessel for her pleasure.

Again, she lowered herself. I felt the warmth engulf me, command me, own me.
Her pace increased. Her mouth parted slightly, tongue teasing her teeth and upper lip. As her pace increased, her strength seemed to increase. I could feel the pressure of her hands pressing on my arms. I could feel her tighten on my cock, pressing into my body at the base of each stroke, trying to make me go deeper inside her. Rising, she would leave just the very tip inside, her contraction teasing it...

I don't know how long it continued...my mind left me. Finally, her back arched, and she threw her head back. Slowly she descended onto me and rested. I could feel her pulsating...squeezing, milking my cock, as her organism subsided and began to fade. I don't know if I ever came...never, once, ten times. I have no idea. How long it took could have been seconds. Hours. There was no time while she consumed me.

Gently, she touched my cheek, my lips. Slowly, she raised herself from my cock. It was still rigid. More erect, larger, than I ever remember it. It seemed to glow with her essence.

She stood, adjusted her dress, and brushed her hair from her face. She turned and walked away from me, towards the woods. A mist seemed to form a vail between us.

Just as she entered the woods, she turned and looked at me, just her face, and those eyes, visible. Again, the green, sparkling eyes pierced my being and laid bare my soul. My vision blurred, and I saw nothing else.

My friends found me the next morning. They said it was easy. My erection was standing like a marker, pointing to my location. I was unable to explain to them what happened. I don't know what happened.

It took three days for my cock to finally lose its stiffness. I still need to practice care when thinking about her, because the elixir of her eyes, even the memory, still causes an erection, almost instantly.

I've been back to the club, many times. I've asked about her. No one else saw her that night. No one believes me. I don't know what to think. Or do.

When she left, she took a part of my soul..