An Anthology of Artful Acts

The Slow Act of Seduction

It started when she rubbed her lips together after applying a thin layer of vanilla-scented lip balm. Her lips always look so soft and sweet. I've wanted just the smallest taste of them for the last few weeks. She smiled at me afterward, noticing that I was gazing. 

"What?" she asked in an almost teasing way, chuckling as she did so. I snapped out of my trance to reply. 

"Nothing," I replied, trying to shake the thoughts out of my head, but I knew they weren't going to leave. All I can think about is slowly reaching my hand out to her face, holding her cheek as I step forward and approach her soft lips with mine. 

The sunlight coming through the window shone beautifully on her dark skin. I couldn't help but think of my hands running up and down her body as my lips were pressed against hers. I desperately wanted to strip her down, but I had to wait.

I spotted our server from across the room and I tried to flag her down politely. We had only just gotten our food a couple of minutes ago, but I didn't think I could wait much longer. 

"Could we get the cheque and some boxes, please?"

"Together or separate?"

"Together please."

"You got it," she replied, toting off towards the kitchen. I looked back toward my lovely date, giving her a slight smirk.

"I wasn't done eating," she said, looking at me with confusion.

"Trust me on this one. You want to be done." I responded, trying to be as nice as possible while still being authoritative. 

"Um, well, okay," she replied as the server showed up with the cheque and some boxes for our food. I shoveled mine into the box fairly aggressively. All I could think about was softly pinning her to the wall, slowly moving my lips slowly down her neck. I started to feel my heartbeat between my legs. I pulled the only cash I had out of my wallet and put it on the table, more than enough to cover the bill and the tip.  I threw my wallet back in my purse, trying not to show impatience, but goddamn, it was hard. 

"You ready?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate. I couldn't stop thinking about pressing my body into hers and sliding my pale hands between her thighs. I slide out of the booth, quickly throwing my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my food in one hand. I reach out to her, offering her my other hand. Her fingers delicately intertwine with mine. 

We strolled across the parking lot to my car and I reached for her door. 

"I swear to god if you open my door," she starts.

"Fine, fine," I reply, backing away from the door and heading toward mine. I plop down in my seat, frustrated.

"As much as I love going out to dinner with you, I really want out of these clothes," she says to me, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse. I can't help but look, biting my lip as I do so. 

"I really want you out of those clothes too," I smirk devilishly. She blushes. I pull out of the parking lot as fast as I can. The drive seems to take forever. I can't focus on the road. All I can think of is her naked body. Her rich skin, her full breasts, her natural curves. 

I whip into the residential parking lot, haphazardly pulling into a spot. I throw the car into park and quickly gather my stuff. 

"I'm gonna need you to hurry up and swipe us into your building because I can't wait much longer," I say sternly, watching as she fumbles with her things. The thoughts were coming back as I watched her chest bounce as she moved around. 

As we made our way through the doors, I followed her closely, staring at her ass the entire way. Waiting for the elevator was excruciating. As the elevator doors opened, I followed her in, still watching her ass move with every step. 

"There aren't any cameras in here, hmm?"

"None that I can see," she replies. 

"Perfect," I smirk, grabbing her hips and slowly forcing her into the wall. I push my body into hers and plant my lips on hers. Her plump, two-toned lips tasted sweet. Compared to me, she kissed so delicately but I wanted more. My hands slid up her body until they were both on her face, my kisses becoming more and more aggressive and hungry. 

The ding of the elevator snapped me back to reality. I quickly removed myself from her, taking a deep breath to compose myself. The doors opened painfully slow. I wish I could have just shoved them out of the way. I could tell she was flustered when we walked to her door. She fumbled with her keys struggling to find the right one. I could see her hands shaking. Once the door had opened, I realized that all the thoughts in my head could become reality. 

I don't think I had ever taken my shoes off so fast in my life. I swear if I hadn't had my hands on them, they would've gone flying across the room with the amount of force that I had kicked them off. 

"I'm sorry my room is kind o-," she started, but before she could even finish, my mouth was on hers. My hands were around her waist, slowly inching their way to the buttons of her shirt. Her large chest was already pushing the integrity of her shirt. I barely need to touch the button before it had popped open. As I finished unbuttoning her shirt, I slowly pushed it over her beautiful body. Her curves were exhilarating- soft, yet sharp at the same time. Her breasts spilled out of the bra she was wearing. I could feel the heartbeat between my legs again. 

I swiftly removed my shirt, exposing my bare chest. I hadn't worn a bra that day which left my chest exposed. I looked at her face, watching as she became more and more flustered. I pulled her closer to me again, feeling her skin against mine. The heat of her body aroused me even more. I could feel her heartbeat through my chest and all I could do was take a deep breath to calm myself down. I chuckled as I felt her breath on my skin. 

"Why are you laughing?" she asks, pulling herself away from me. I couldn't help but smile.

"Just thinking about all the ways I'd like to fuck you."