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The Art of Seduction {RaginCajun and nladisha}

RaginCajun

Meteorite
Joined
May 23, 2012
Mark Robertson stood outside in the yard of his large estate, hedge trimmers in hand as he snipped away at the unruly stray branches his gardener has left from that morning’s landscaping duty. His gardener has been getting rather lazy with his work, and while Mark wasn’t opposed to doing his own yard work, he was opposed to paying someone full price when they only did half of the work. Especially not when he had just spent most of the day in the office , finalizing a very financially beneficial merger that was going to double the size of both his company and his paycheck. However, the events of the day that were going to turn his paycheck into a seven-figure salary made him feel rather generous, so he supposed that a warning would suffice. To celebrate he was taking a week off from work, and he wanted to spend that evening with a glass of fine champagne and some good company.

The only problem being, his wife was away on a trip visiting family in their shared hometown of Charleston, South Carolina. He had been contemplating hiring an escort for the evening, but the best agency in the city had raised their rates, and his favorite girl’s prices were a little too extravagant, even for his tastes. And when he saw his young neighbor Esmeralda drive up to the home she was renting next door with some other students from college, his first thought wasn’t that she would be a delicious alternative, but it was certainly the second.

She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he had been overjoyed at the prospect of her being his neighbor when the school year started. That had been almost a year ago, and as the Spring term was beginning to wind down, she was able to spend more time at the rental house. And much to the enjoyment of Mark, more time jogging past his house in her unbearably skimpy track shorts. He waved to her as she exited her car, setting the hedge trimmer down and walking over to the edge of his property as he greeted her in his deep and gentle Southern drawl, “Good evening, young lady.”
 
Esmeralda smiled at her neighbor, Mr. Robertson. He was a handsome fellow, tall, strong, and masculine. He was a welcome change to all those pimply kids she saw at school every day. He was very warm and friendly; polite and charming. If only all men were like him.

Esmeralda was a pretty girl. She had long, jet black hair, tied up in a ponytail. She had evenly tanned skin, and a sleek, supple build. She had a taut, flat tummy; and large, 45D breasts that bulged outwards in perfect, gravity-defying spheres. Her tight jeans, 3" stiletto heels, and tight tanktop really brought out her figure. She was sexy, and she knew it. But none of the men she'd encountered so far interested her. They were all too immature for what she wanted. She wanted someone strong, handsome, and mature. Mr. Robertson would have been nice, but he was too good for her. He was happily married and successful. He wouldn't want to throw away everything for a little slut like Esmeralda, even if she had big tits and the perfect body to show them off on. Besides, thier relationship was purely platonic.

"Good evening to you too, Mr. Robertson," she called out. "You have a good day?"

((thispicture gives you a general idea of Esme.))
 
“Certainly, young lady,” he replied with a gentle smile. He took a moment to look her over, enjoying her curvy frame and the way her tight clothes seemed to accentuate every gorgeous asset that her flawless body seemed to possess. He couldn’t help but think about how wonderful that body would look writhing beneath him as he large manhood slipped into her folds, or how her supple breasts would look as she rode him and worked her hips against his own, and the thought of how his balls would sound as they slapped against the skin of her taut ass almost hardened him right there.

But he stopped, instead allowing a wicked but no less intriguing idea enter his head; what if perhaps, he could use his experience and charm to seduce her into being his “company” for the night? It would take some work, certainly, but he had always been good at judging the mood and if she seemed to be put off by his advances, he could always stop before they could be read as inappropriate.

“May I inquire as to what you did today? The reason I ask is because I would have guessed you were at a spa with your friends. You’re looking especially lovely today, if you don’t mind me saying, and your skin has a remarkably youthful glow to it.”
 
Esmeralda blushed.

"Were you an English major in college, by any chance?" she teased. Mr. Robertson's words sounded so poetic and flowery. It rather tickled her the way he spoke. "Actually, no, I just did what I always do. Wake up, go to class, fall asleep, wake up again, and change class. Then I do it all again until I have some free time, where I do some homework until I get tired of it, then I come home." She shrugged a little, her tits bouncing ever so slightly, though her bra largely held them in place. "But thank you for the comment. You're very sweet, you know."
 
Mark smiled kindly at her compliment, his teeth flashing in a dashing smile. “I have a masters in Business and Finance Management, but I did minor in Literature.” His smile widened as she spoke of her typical day in class, commenting, “Ah yes, I remember many a nap from my days in college. Granted, I had very little time to nap in between classes and baseball practice, but any moment of rest I could take was sacred.” He stepped closer to her yard, his stand unthreatening and rather befriending. And he knew his good looks were endearing, with his strong jaw and powerful frame, and his charm certainly helped. “You’re a very beautiful woman, it’s only right that I compliment you. It does sound like a remarkably boring day, though. I wish there was something I could do to make it more exciting.”
 
Esmeralda's heart fluttered at Mr. Robertson's flattery. He always seemed to know the right things to say and how to say them. It was no wonder he'd snagged a wife as beautiful as Mrs. Robertson. He probably charmed her with his rugged good looks and his chivalrous demeanor. However, Esmeralda couldn't quite imagine Mr. Robertson as an 18 or 20 year old man. He always looked like he was in his 40s.

There were many things he could do to make her evening more exciting. Kiss her on the lips, show her his dick, give her a tummy rub, screw her silly... All too awful and sinful for a married man to do to a woman well over half his age. She blushed slightly and looked down at the ground.

"Well," she joked. "If you could make it so I wouldn't have to go to school or work another day in my life, that would be wonderful. That would really light up my day." It was tame, it was childish, and it certainly didn't give away the fact that Esmeralda had a major crush on Mr. Robertson.
 
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