As many of you know, I love a good tease. The dance between a man and a woman, each one trying to gain the upper hand in the seduction and both knowing only one can win.

It starts as I look across the room and see you sitting there alone, and nursing a drink. You are wearing a slinky little white dress with a plunging neckline that reveals you are all woman. The dress fits you like a glove. You are wearing dark evening style eye shadow and cherry-red lipstick. You look amazing.

You look up and catch me looking at you and you smile coyly. I lift my glass and I can see you blush from here. You look down again and I call the bartender over and ask him what you are drinking. I have him pour us both a drink and then I walk over.

"The bartender said you were drinking wine," I say, setting your drink down on the table. "I hate to see such a lovely woman sitting alone... would you like some company?" I ask.

"Please," you say, indicating I should sit down. I take a seat close to you, but still respectfully distant.

"Hello, my name is Jonathan," I say. You introduce yourself and I take your hand, shaking it. I hold your hand a bit longer though, just letting you know I am in the game.

We sit and talk and get to know each other a bit as we enjoy our drinks. I turn up the charm-ometer and slowly work my magic. As we talk and get more acquainted I let my finger gently, almost imperceptibly, trace across your hand. You don't even notice at first, but then I say something about getting us another drink and you cover my hand telling me you have to use the restroom.

I take your hand and help you to stand, lifting it to my lips and tell you to hurry back. You smile again and blush at my chivalry and go off to the ladies room.

I don't know this, but you go into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You are feeling hot and flushed and you talk to yourself in the mirror, trying to decide what you are going to do. You are cautious because you have been hurt before but you want this... you really want this. Finally you have taken long enough, and you come out and return to the table. I rise once again as you approach and this time I seat you at the table.

"I got us a couple more drinks while you were away," I tell you and we continue talking and flirting. I lean over to whisper something in your ear (someone put some money in the jukebox and the music is loud) and you laugh at what I say. I am feeling more confident about the evening, so I move a bit closer.

"You smell wonderful. I like that perfume you are wearing tonight," I say, leaning over again.

"It's Sensuous, by Estee Lauder," you tell me.

"It certainly is," I reply. I take another sniff, but this time I "accidentally" brush my lips against your neck as I do. I feel you tremble and a tiny gasp as I touch your neck. I sit back in my seat and we talk some more. We finish our drinks and you look at me.

"Would you like to get out of here?" I ask you.

"That would be nice. It is getting loud in here," you reply.

I help you to stand and help you on with your jacket. We walk over to the bar, and I pay for the drinks, then we head for the door. My car is closer, so I tell you we will take mine. I seat you in the car and then go around and get in myself.

I start the car and begin to drive. "Your place or mine?" I ask.

"I don't care," you say, looking down at your lap. Your hands are fidgeting as if you are uncertain. I smile inwardly and turn the car towards home.

As we drive, I put my hand over yours and give them a little squeeze. You look up and smile, knowing that I understand. Then my hand goes to rest on your thigh and I softly trace my fingers over your leg, feeling the warmth and the silkiness of your stockings. My hand moves slowly up and down, each time inching slowly higher. I reach the hem of your dress a couple strokes later and I gently push it slightly upwards. You part your legs a bit enjoying the feeling of my touch.

I see your movement and the next time I move slightly higher. Soon I am at the top of your stocking and I feel your soft bare skin above the lace top. You close your eyes and part your lips as you lay your head back on the seat. The next stroke finds me perilously close to your core and I can feel the heat radiating from you. Your breathing has increased to a soft pant as you can feel yourself slipping away...

We arrive at my house and I help you out of the car. We walk up to the door arm in arm and I open the door, holding it for you. We step inside and I shut the door and offer to take your coat. I ask you if you want a drink and you decline, saying that you have had enough already. I admire that. We go into the living room and I put on some soft music. We sit on the couch and talk. I make sure to keep the game going by putting my hand on your thigh again. You are aroused, I can tell. I can feel you tremble under my hand and I can smell a new scent in the air. Not your perfume... well not exactly. Not the Sensuous perfume you put on earlier.

No, this is your personal perfume and it smells delightful.

I move closer to you and I lean over to kiss your shoulder. You turn your head to me and we kiss for the first time. I feel your soft lips part and I slide my tongue out to meet yours. At the touch of our tongues, our kiss deepens and you yield to me, snuggling closer and I put an arm around you. With one arm around your shoulder and another around your waist, I can feel your breathing quicken and your body shudder. Your hand unconsciously moves to my leg and you find that I'm not immune to you either. You find what you seek and give it a gentle squeeze.

We kiss for a moment later and then I stand. pulling you up into my arms. I take your hand and we turn and walk to the stairs. "Top of the stairs and to the right," I say, guiding you to the steps. I let you get a couple steps up, putting your ass at just the right height. I bite at the lovely apple in front of me playfully and you turn giggling and continue up the stairs. I take you to the bedroom and hold the door for you. Taking you over to the side of the bed, I kiss you again, tasting the sweetness of your lips.

I turn you around facing the bed as I brush your hair aside. I kiss your neck softly, just brushing my lips over your tender skin. I hear you coo slightly and a shudder runs down your spine. I can feel you swaying gently and I know you have closed your eyes, giving yourself over to the feelings I am producing.

I reach up and take the zipper of your dress between my middle finger and my thumb, leaving my index finger to follow the zipper, tracing a line down your back down to the small of your back. You arch your back as you feel my finger trace your spine breathing a sigh as I get lower.

With your zipper fully down I kiss your shoulder again as I take hold of the straps of your dress and gently slide the straps off your shoulders, letting the silky fabric slide down your body. You gasp as your beautiful red dress is now a red puddling around your delicate ankles. In an act of modesty you instinctively go to cover your breasts and I reach around you gently taking your wrists and move your hands away.

"A beauty such as yours should not be covered but displayed like a masterpiece painting," I whisper in your ear, So one can enjoy every... single... brushstroke." I emphasize the last three words by brushing my fingers across your soft breasts the last one across your pebble-hard nipples. I wrap my left arm around you cupping your right breast in my hand and toying with the nipple. My right hand snakes its way down your trembling body until I reach your panties.

"My dear, you are positively soaked!" I whisper, "Is that for me?"

"Yesss..." you groan.

Being the gentleman that I am, I never take advantage of a lady. I rub your sex over your panties for a moment and the whisper "Ask me."

"Please..." you whimper softly.

"Please, what?"

"Please... go inside..." you whimper again.

My voice changes "Good girl," I growl deep in my throat.

"Ohhh..." you moan.

"That is only the first of many moans you will give me this night," I growl into your ear.

I slide my hand under your soaked underthings and through your soft fur. I feel the dampness and then I run over your hard, pulsing clit. I slip a finger between your pussy lips and slide between them then back up to toy with your clit.

"Ohhh, Goddd..." you moan. You reach down with one hand covering mine and trapping your panties between them. You lay your head back on my shoulder and close your eyes. We softly sway and I continue to touch you your breathing increased and your soft moans coming more often.

I spin you around and kiss you again before slowly lowering myself down in front of you. I stop at your breasts and taste the sweet flesh and lick and nibble on your tender buds before continuing on. I kiss your navel, your belly and then just above the waistband of your panties. With the last kiss, I take hold of your panties and slide them down over your hips and remove them. I stand up and kiss you, easing you back onto the bed as I do. You lie back with your knees hanging over the edge of the bed. I kneel down in front of you and smile, and you look down at me as if waiting for something. I part your thighs and lick my lips, moving closer to your sex. I kiss your inner thigh on the right, then on the left. Then I move closer to your center and inhale deeply.

"Please, Jonathan..." you moan. I can hear the need in your voice. I can see your sex glistening and the trembling in your thigh as you await that first sweet kiss.

The dance over, it is time for the feast. And I am ravenous.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.