"If you're still interested in our game," he said, "I'm willing to play..."
So I seduced him once more...
I told him about the pictures I'd taken last night. Some were clothed; others hid nothing from the camera's eye. I told him how I posed: for the first nude one, I lied on my back in the grass. The photographer stood over me, creating an aerial shot that captured the shadows of my breasts. They had stood at attention, perky and dainty, bending rays of light like animate sundials. There had been a picture taken from the back, my long red hair trailing behind me, kissing my waist as it brushed against me. I was walking into the edge of the forest when the picture was snapped. The last photograph was on the boat dock. I had taken the petals of a blooded rose and sprinkled them over myself, creating a beautiful, cryptic photograph.
As he listened, I saw his breathing grow shallow. He panted for breath as I spoke of my nude body glistening in the sunlight. I licked my lips. He could see that I was almost as aroused as he was. I told him about the night with Jason when we had been driving through the country. As he drove, I talked about the weather. "What a pleasant evening it is tonight," I remarked as I stripped off layers of clothing. My body reflected moonbeams as I sat nude. I slinked over toward him. Pulling myself into his lap, I laughed... teasing him... tempting him. Needless to say, he only had one hand on the wheel...
"You do enjoy teasing me, don't you?" he asked.
"Now, Tim, whatever gave you that idea?" I said, smiling sweetly.
He reached for me, his heat touching my skin before his hand did. He slid his hands around my back, fingers trailing on my black velvet blouse. He unsnapped my bra, and laughed with an impish glee that insinuated at the devil in his actions.
I slid my hands inside my coat. Slowly, dragging seconds into eternity for the voyeur beside me, I removed each strap, one by one. Then I handed the bra to him.
"It's velvet, Tim... just like the blouse... doesn't it make you wonder what else I'm wearing tonight?"
His words caught in his throat. Speechless now, I knew I had him where I wanted him.
"So, Tim," I whispered, my voice soft yet husky, "Are you ready to play?"
I took the edge of the velvet in my hands and lifted it slowly, inch by inch. First I revealed little more than my firm stomach... but as I pulled the fabric higher, the tips of my breasts peeked out at him. His eyes were wide now, and he stared at my show. I quickly pulled my blouse off the rest of the way, and shook my head, my auburn hair shadowing my breasts. Leaning toward him, they swayed with my every breath. I giggled for effect; they jumped freely now.
His resistance broken, he reached for me. I pulled back, laughing. "Walk me to my door?" I asked innocently.
I stepped from the car, pulling the shirt over my head after I let the wind lick my breast, bringing each nipple to an even greater peak. I walked to my door, and he followed.
My arms wrapped around him, eyes met, and I held them until I kissed his cheek.
"Goodnight, Tim."
Before he could respond, I turned away and stepped through the door to my home.
