|Within all of the different tales she read,|
there was a common thread:
every single woman left her experience feeling
appreciated, and sexier than ever before.
Jamie brought over a black overcoat. “Here,” she said, as she motioned to Catherine to let her help her into the coat. “You have to borrow this. This will help keep you warm when you need to, and it will help strengthen the illusion of a real suit.”
Not to be done in by a challenge so early in the evening, Catherine took off her coat and draped it over the aisle seat. That left her sitting right next to the depressed husband, who finally noticed her when she slid into her seat. Catherine wasn’t paying attention to the man much anyway. In a room full of hundreds of people, Catherine was completely exposed, on display for anyone willing to take a look and expect something a little more than the mundane. She said hello to the husband next to her, who smiled back with a terse “hello.” His eyes darted everywhere except her face. As she settled in, Catherine could feel the labored breathing of the living statue next to her quicken a bit. She knew that the husband could be onto her at any second, but he was far too reserved – or turned on – to say anything.
By Lexi Lauderdale
Her college years and her twenties were full of much of the same – casual date partners who made their best attempts to woo her to bed. She appreciated their attention and advances, but when the ritual took them to the bedroom, Catherine left feeling unfulfilled. Sex was just a physical act, and she knew that finding someone to climb on top of you was about the easiest feat a human could accomplish.
Basking now in the confidence of her early thirties, Catherine realized that she needed more – a mental connection that transcended the ordinary girl-meets-boy storyline every fairy tale teaches people to want. Instead of being the hunted, Catherine decided to explore the art of seduction from a new angle.
Catherine had opened herself up to sexual encounters, with the backseat high school with a football player activity being the first. Then on into college years... It seems that she was not too impressed with those that wanted to climb on top and get on with it... Can't really blame her for that...
But now beginning her 30s, she wanted to try another type of seduction...and even did her research on her chosen fetish...
The seconds went by like minutes,
and after what felt like an hour,
Catherine lifted her head up
and closed her legs.
She smiled at the accountant –
Usually when Catherine dressed for work or a date, she just thought about making herself pretty. But as she gave herself one last look in her full-length mirror that morning, something was different. Before stepping out of her bedroom, Catherine was excited about the little secret she had under her skirt. She would walk by hundreds of people on her way to the office today; none of them realizing that there was only a only a thin piece of Italian cotton between them and her already-aching clit. It made her feel powerful and sexy all at the same time. That first morning without underwear was full of discovery for Catherine. Every time she went to grab a cup of coffee from the break room or was pulled into a meeting to take notes, she couldn’t help but grin to herself. I can’t believe how great this feels, she thought. I’m practically naked, and no one has any idea! ...The morning soon led into the midday – lunchtime.
In all of her years of being wanted by men – all the flowers and candy, all the dating... – Catherine had never been more turned on as she was after that encounter. It was as if she was watching herself from outside her body; the sensation was so new to her that she simply had no comparison. Her body was on fire.