The Tempted and The Temptress

Chapter 2

I have always been a girl of great mystery.  Even from the first ways of morning sunshine, it was determined. A chameleon, I have been known to be.  I’m usually a shy and quiet lady.  Some call me attractive, but I assure you, I’m not your typical “model” girl.  I’m volumptuous, but my men like that.

            And believe me, I have more than my share of men.  Normally, its those who act like they have no home training.  Always asking me for a little of that “poonani,” usually assuming that I’m still as pure innocent as a naïve cub.  I do have those offers.  Some offer one night of unpromised risks, nothing that would ever help in my future.  I’ve also gotten marriage offers from some of the most distinguishable and handsome men known on this side of the world.  But even those four carat rocks implanted and set against the shiniest platinum couldn’t make me open myself to those cold-hearted, lifeless, sons of a gun.

            Even through all my complaining, I must admit that there is one who just knocks my socks off my feet, sweeping me into a gentle breeze of love the moment he walks into the room.  My next door neighbor.  He’s such a gentleman.

            I looked out of the glass door and onto the tide coming in.  I was sitting in my kitchen.  My living room and kitchen were connected with a double set of French glass door, which open to the patio where one could waste their days away watching the ocean. The ocean was so calming; it seemed to talk to me and fee my innermost being. It also made me think of the gentleman.

            He’s wonderful.  I mean, he’s not your everyday guy, no, much more than that.  He’s beautiful.  I mean, he works at this office where he is the head of his department, but he’s not the least bit arrogant.  He has these rugged looks that can render a girl speechless.  And he’s an intelligent.  We often talk, about everything.  Sometimes he comes over in the morning for a cup of coffee before I go to the museum (I work in the marketing offices).  We have been living next door to each other for about a year now, and he’s just remarkable.  I really enjoy him.

            It’s not only his personality, or looks, or even his money that keeps him on my mind.  It’s the way the makes me feel. He sets me free, making me want to work some spice.  I mean, shoot, even my husband, God rest his soul, couldn’t do that to me. My husband was my first; patient and winning my heart and finally my body on my wedding night.  Hey, I’m a lady with morals, and I haven’t had any since then (I don’t wanna give a length of time. Let’s just say “cobwebs”).

            But like I said, it’s not like I don’t get offers. I have had men come up to me, begging for just a little taste of the party that goes on in my Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.  None of them have had an invitation.  There’s only one that I would even give that privilege (one a silver platter if I got half a chance).

            I sighed.  I was listening to Eric Benet, my favorite male singer.  His songs reminded me of Playboy (my pet name for my neighbor) who also enjoyed Eric’s music.  Matter of fact, we were going to attend his concert (coming soon).  I was sitting there in some shorts and a shirt when “Femininity” came on. It was gonna be another lonely Saturday night.

            I was watching the sun slowly go down when suddenly, I had an idea.  I could seduce Playboy! I’m sorry, let me explain.  For the last three months, he’s been acting kind of, I don’t know, unloved.  I had been wondering what I could do to place him back in sound mind.  Yeah, that will work. I remember doing this once for my husband (he couldn’t resist me), so of course I had no doubt that it would work.

            I dressed in my favorite fantasy, using a frock that gave me a Spanish feel.  I pulled my hair back and set it loosely, just enough to stay up (or tumble down if it was needed).  I sprayed on my favorite perfume, one so soft and sweet that it was like a gentle ocean breeze, tickling my nose and luring the senses.  I guess my perfume didn’t really match the colors of my dress, but I wasn’t worried.  Playboy wouldn’t be able to see my face or what I have on. He’ll probably only remember taking it off. I had on no shoes or stocking (I live by the beach, it’s perfectly safe).

            After I had checked myself over in the mirror all of 4 times, I deemed myself ready.  I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing!  I walked out of my French doors and onto my patio.  I choose to go in through his kitchen door (which was near the front door, it would give me a sound get away without him suspecting too much.  If all goes well, then he won’t even know what hit him.

            I heard Eric Benet playing as I walked in. (Man, I should have brought my Eric cd. That’s okay, I knew where his was in the cd drawer).  I slowly, but soundlessly walked into the living room.  He was sleeping on the couch. Poor baby, he looked so tired.  I suddenly saw him move slightly.  Guess he wasn’t so sleep.  Time to make my presence known.  I smoothly removed The Best Man soundtrack and put in Eric’s first cd.  I turned it to Feminity, my theme song. I didn’t want to startle Playboy or make him move, so I took my position.

            “Qui-et-ly a sil-ho-uette ap-proa-ches…”

            I could see him watching me.  I wasn’t scared for I knew he could only see my body.  Going with the flow of the song, I slowly advanced.  I could feel steady heat rising with each step that I took. When I arrived at my destination, I climbed into Playboy’s lap, sitting on it, facing him.  I wrapped my legs around his body.  He was hard as a rock and automatically, I sought to find his pleasure points.

            I trailed my fingers along his shoulders and face.  He was reacting, I knew, because of the tensing of his muscles and the quickening of his breathing.  Inwardly, I was laughing at his reaction.  My job, I could see, would be very simple.  Time to work the magic.

            “Who are you?”  I heard Playboy whisper.  Ha! Not to ruin my fun, I already had a name planned for him.

            “Your Poetry Lady,” I replied in a slightly disguised voice.  The voice, unfortunately, didn’t need much disguising because my temperature increase gave it an automatic effect. I could smell his cologne, a cool watery scent that was pushing me to an edge.  I longed to kiss him and on instinct, I did just that.

            Talk about your fireworks.  I could feel a lightening bolt of passion shooting through my body.  It was sultry, his thick tongue raking and stroking my mouth.  I could feel his hands searching my body.  Playboy’s hands seemed to captivate me, controlling my senses. I had this yearning to taste him and again I fulfilled my mind’s desire.

            My tongue ran over the beautifully created face.  As I traced him in a combination of licking and kissing, I felt my river start to flow. For the first time, I began to question my decision.  I only wanted to tempt him, no strings attached, but the room started spinning and my insight was lost.  This is when I made the terrible mistake.

            My fingers felt over his chest, a strong, muscular, broad chest, to where the buttons of his shirt resided.  I willed them loose.  As I took off his shirt, I felt his arm reach back for a non-existing zipper, so I pulled the garment from the body it held captive.  I lifted the shackle over my head and threw it to the floor.  I wore no undergarments and I felt extremely comfortable though I was completely naked and open from his viewing.

In my mind, I knew I was treading dark waters, however, my body willed me to continue.  As he proceeded with chronic and incessant caressing, my seducé picked me up off of his lap and placed me on my back on his couch.  Playboy then began to explore my body, as if he were an explorer, landing on a new land never before seen.  He teased and tormented me following a map which lead to a precious and wondrous adventure.

I moaned in answer to his quest, aiding him with my reaction, which told him that he was on the right trail.  I started to call his name, begging for him to brand me with his seal and relieve me of the growing frustration and quench my jungle’s burning fire with the cooling rain that only he could provide.

Playboy then pulled back in order to remove his pants and give the protection needed to conclude this endeavor.  He positioned himself on the last leg of his map, the road to the greatest treasure.  As he pushed himself in, I could think of nothing more satisfying.  Though I was not at my peek, I felt gentle pains (from my length of time without such bliss) that brought a quick reminder of what it used to be.  Only now, it was much stronger. I almost lost my composure from such an intense movement, an emotion too exquisite to categorize with mere words. I held on, my world spinning and turning into a bright light.  As he dug deeper, I moved my hips with the adrenaline rush one only gets when they know that the best is yet to come.

My explorer had hit the box and pulled it out of its hole.  With one last thrust he opened the chest to find our release, screaming the marvelous bout of pleasure, praising its very existence.  As the wave went on, my explorer continued to pull out jewels of emotion.  All until the last wave receeded and Playboy had discovered his ultimate satisfaction. And from my treasures!

Playboy lay on me afterwards.  I could have stayed in his arms in that very position forever, but I realized that I truly overstayed my welcome. At this point, I moved under him and he rolled off.  I found my gown and replaced it. I then turned to leave.

“Wait,” I hear my Playboy’s voice call with a note of urgency.  “A name, please.”

Upon hearing his plea, I stopped and turned to face him.  Even though we had just shared the best thing I had ever experiences, I couldn’t allow my charade to end. Not like  that.

“Soon enough,” I replied to him. With that, I turned and walked away.

Knowing Playboy the way I did, it would only take him a few minutes to recover from his shock and come after me.  I went back out of the kitchen door, making sure to close it back. Running toward my patio and inside my door, I made a mad dash to my room.  I jumped into the shower to run water over my body for a minute, just to give the just-been-cleaned look.  I wet my hair and all.  I figured that I could properly clean myself later on tonight.

I replaced my outfit from earlier in the day upon finishing my one-minute shower.  I ran down the stairs and silently opened my front door to get in my position.  It was just in time to see him standing in the road with his pants on, no shirt or shoes, looking for his girl.

“What are you looking for, Playboy?” I called innocently.  I struggled to steady my breathing as he turning to face me. Two minutes later, he was telling me about his lady.

“All mysterious woman, huh?” I said hoping, that I was convincing him of innocence. He wasn’t easy to fool.  “I wanna hear about this.”

I invited him into my kitchen and he promptly told me the story. As I listened to how clueless he was, I was nearly bubbling over in laughter because of my success. Unfortunately, he took it as an insult.

“I’m leaving,” he said, raising to his feet.  I immediately detected the hurt in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” I said.  I was also standing now.  It was all a joe and I just didn’t want to see him that way after my success.  He was walking toward my front door and I followed.

“Bye,” he said.  It was spoken as if he spat it from his mouth.

“Later,” I replied.  I didn’t know it would hurt him so bad.  What have I done?  Well, since I didn’t want to him to leave with bad blood.  I decide to apologize.  “Oh, one more thing.”

“What,” he said, laconically. That hurt.

“I hope you find her.”

It was the only thing I could think of to say.  Apparently, that didn’t set well either because he turned around and said, “And how, praytell, do you suggest I do that?”

I could only laugh.  I really enjoyed his sarcasm sometimes.  “Don’t search too hard, the answer could be right under your nose.”

With that, I went into the house.  It was hint enough.  As I went upstairs to go and complete the shower I started, I could only wonder and hope that my masquerade wasn’t a mistake.