My neighbor's 20 year old son, Michael, is the most beautiful young man I have ever seen. He has dark, curly hair and big dimples. He has such an innocent face but I have watched when he is swimming and sunning naked in their back yard with friends. There is nothing innocent about him.
Furthermore, I have seen him watch me. Not that I am beautiful or young but I have other ways that draw the attention of the men around me. It is obvious to them that I love them and find them all endlessly fascinating and sexy in their own way. There is a great deal of appeal in that.
I got the invitation to the annual "Spring Fling" cocktail party a few weeks ago and began to make my plans. This was my opportunity to entice Michael and I planned to take every advantage of it.
My dress was a coral-tinted sheath made of a very soft fabric. Not a sexual dress but sexy just the same. My shoes were nude colored high heels that showed my legs to perfection. My jewelry was simplicity itself... a perfect pearl necklace and earrings. Underneath it all I wore a white lace bra, a garter belt and sheer nude stockings. You may notice that I did not mention panties at all.
I arrived at the party and was served a glass of wine. Then I began my walk through the house. Michael was in the living room chatting with a group of neighbors. I came in and spoke to the group and walked through as if I was on my way to the patio and brushed close to my quarry. I lowered my hand and lightly brushed my fingers over his cock. The touch was so light that it could have been seen as an accident.... but of course it wasn't.
The conversation on the patio was entertaining and I chatted for a moment.
Michael came out and said, "Can I get another glass of wine for anyone or send out more food?"
His words were to the group but his eyes were on me.
"I will go get my own glass of wine but you can escort me," I said as I laid my hand on his chest and walked by.
He turned to follow me and as he walked behind me I stopped suddenly to pick up a fallen napkin. He ran into me and I could feel his cock straining against his pants.
As I stooped down to pick up the napkin my eyes were at the same level as his zipper. I looked up to see his reaction at having my mouth so close to his erection and heard a quiet moan.
Oh yes, he would never be able to resist me.
About that time his mother came to the door. She understood it all in one glance.
"Michael can you please go to the kitchen and ask Jane to bring out more wine?"
It was obvious that she was very nearly sending her "child" to his room and I saw the flush rise from his neck to his cheeks.
I stood up slowly and faced the mama bear.
"Trish, I can go do that for you so Michael can entertain out here."
My smile was bright and I took the half step back that caused my body to brush against him.
She seem mollified that I was leaving his vicinity and turned to go.
I looked brightly into his eyes, gave him a smile and rested my hand on his belt buckle.
"Just imagine as I walk away, Michael. I am not wearing any panties. I dressed this way just for you."
I felt his hand run lightly over my butt as he tried to determine if I was telling him the truth. All he felt was the garter belt.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Come upstairs to the third door on your left. I will wait."
"Let me come with you now... the wine can wait," I said.
He led and I had to follow because desire was beginning to rage in my body.