The Seduction 1 - Meeting him and her

***She***

I’ve got the itch tonight, but it seems a slow night.  There’s only

one unattached guy at the bar, and he’s not my type.

I’ve seen his kind before. He’s my male counterpart - handsome, almost

pretty, experienced at seducing women, but slightly jaded by the sheer

numbers of his conquests.

No, I like them a bit more naive. More… Tender.

Still, a little practice never hurts…

***He***

Nothing’s happening here tonight. Once I finish this drink, I’ll move

on and see if the action’s better somewhere else.

The only unfettered female in the place is not my kind of girl - not

enough tit, too thin lips.  She looks like she’s trolling too.

Definitely not the innocent, adventurous sort I prefer.

Standing up from the barstool, I glance over at her table, for no

particular reason.

My gaze sweeps past her without really looking as I head for the door.

Then something niggles at my mind and I turn back… There! She’s got

this LOOK on her face - Catherine Zeta Jones eyes. Smoldering,

inviting, laughing and daring.

I always was a sucker for a challenge…

***She***

The LOOK got him. He’s coming over.

The trick now is to brush him off, preferably with a hard-on.

I look elsewhere as he approaches. He doesn’t speak, but stands so

close that if I turn, I’ll be staring at his zipper. I can smell him.

Just a hint of cologne, or possibly soap, underlaid with a feral

masculine scent. This is… unexpected.

I feel my silky brown hair guided away from my face with a single

finger. The game is well afoot now. He has picked up the gauntlet.

***He***

She pretends to ignore me. I know a challenge when I see one, though,

and decide to change the rules of the game.

Standing at her shoulder, I say nothing. Her nostrils flare as she

picks up my scent. I pull back her hair and bend, kissing softly at

the nape of her neck.

I feel a shiver in response…