Seducing the Daughter-In-Law

She looked shocked and puzzled. “What do you mean? What did he discuss? Please I need to know.”

“Well”, I paused long before continuing. “He was telling his friend how he had finally gotten his first woman. I’m sorry, I never should have mentioned it.”

Diane sat silent for a long time. Finally she looked at me, tears on the brink as she rose from her seat. “I think I better go Bill. Thank you for having me over so we could work on the project. I’ll see you in class next week, Okay?”

I got up and followed her to the door. I had no idea of what to say or do. I stood in the doorway as she walked to her car, got in and drove off to home. I had no idea what I might have just done, but I figured I would need another partner for the class. No doubt in my mind, Diane would drop the class now.

The following Thursday I arrived at the class about 30 minutes early. I did not want a partner, but if I had to have one, I would talk to the Professor about who might be available. Who ever it was would determine if I was going to get laid this semester.

I had barely sat down when Diane came in. Nothing special in her clothing, just the jeans were a bit tighter than any I had ever seen her wear. Her blouse was similar to the last class meeting but the buttons seemed to be a bit further apart. Without hesitation she came directly over to my area and sat down at my table. Our classroom had the student style tables designed for two people. I always make sure I am on the left side of the table. Most people think it is because I am left handed. Truth is, I sit on the left because when a woman sits next to you, and if she is wearing a woman’s button style top, the buttons are placed so that if skin will show, it will do so from that side.

Sure enough, she sat and the first thing I was greeted with was her smile. She seemed to be radiating. After she spoke she turned her attention to the front of the class and the second thing I saw was the majority of her right breast. Sitting all nice and pretty in a lacy scoop style bra. All pink and begging to be adored. She turned her attention back to me and asked how I was feeling.

“Not nearly as good as it appeared you,” I said. “Then again, my day got a whole lot better about two minutes ago.”

She smiled warmly. “Thank you. That was meant for me, right?”

“Yes it was,” I returned the smile.

The class material was boring and the entire evening would have been a bust except for the warm smiles I continued to get from Diane and the very nice quick glimpses Diane continued to give me of her beauty. I had a minor erection the majority of the night and once I caught her looking down toward my lap. I flexed my buns a bit and caused my growing erection to leap at the front of my pants, causing a quick tent effect and then a downward sinking. I watched as the blood rushed to her face and turned my head just before she caught me watching her.

Class was finally released and she gathered her materials quickly. I didn’t know if she was trying to avoid me, or make sure she could leave when I did. My answer came when she stood at the same time as I did and fell in stride next to me for the walk out.

The evening was still very warm and the small amount of breeze from earlier in the day had ceased. We approached her car she asked if I would like to get in and talk. “About the project,” she added quickly. I closed the door after her, went to the passenger side, and got in. She started the car and turned on the a/c to get it cool, then started in about her day and how she had been looking forward to the class.

I was a bit shocked by her approach. One thing for sure, I had totally misjudged her.

“So tell me oh man of sage wisdom, just how much time will this project take you think?”

“Actually,” I began, “the project can take as little or much time as you would like. We do have an advantage over some of the class. I know what the Prof. looks for in his presentations and his papers. He always has the paper presented by only one of the students from the team, and I think you should make it. What do you think?”

She was stunned. “I don’t know. I mean, what if I blow it. I’m not very good at things like that. You heard me that first night. I could barely get my name out with looking at a cheat sheet. Besides, if you know him so well, won’t he expect you to present?”

“Probably. Then again, when you present he will mark it down as a sign of your talents. He knows me very well. He also knows that I have a 4.0 average right now. He will expect me to want to take control of the group to ensure that average. But with you, well it would be an unknown, a virtual shock for his system. Then when you make the presentation flawlessly, our grade will be assured. What do you say? Are you up to it?”

Diane smiled. “I can’t believe you would trust me with something so important. It could mean so much to you. It could even cost you so much, not to mention your average. No one has ever trusted me with something like this. Thank you.”

With the comment she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. A soft sweet kiss to be sure, but one that can have so much read into it.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “That was a mistake.” She backed away over to her side of the car quickly.

“Don’t apologize to me. I can’t remember a sweeter kiss of appreciation. It does however, make me wonder what would happen if I suggested you write the paper as well.”

With that I smiled a big broad smile at her. She looked at me and cracked right back. “You dirty dog. You’re using me to get out of work, aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

She settled back in her seat and appeared to be settled. I wasn’t. My cock was straining against the material of my pants and I was glad the parking lot was as dark as it was. No telling what would have happened if she had seen how her little affectionate kiss had affected me. Instead she asked when we needed to get together to begin putting the paper in order. Again I led her in.

“I hate to sound like a broken record. But if you’re presenting, and I still think you should, and if you’re not as comfortable as you would like to be; the sooner we get the paper finished the more time we can have for you to practice the presentation. I am available most any night, or on the weekends. I’m taking a light load this semester so my calendar is pretty much free.”

Diane thought for a moment and spoke, I think we should start tomorrow night, for a couple of hours and see how it goes. Then as the time draws nearer for the presentation, we can play it by ear. What do you say?”

“Sounds like a plan to me. So where do you want to meet tomorrow night, and when?”

“You pick this time,” she stated.

“Well, I say my place at 6:30, but so you don’t have to drive, I’ll pick you up at 6:15.”

Diane thought for a moment and finally said, “Yes, yes, and yes.”

“What does that mean?” I queried.

“YES to your place, YES to 6:30 and YES to picking me up at 6:15. Actually, since Robert is working the night shift this week, we are limited only by how much you want to give me.”

“I’ll pick you up at 6:15, at your place, we’ll stop and get a quick bite and then back to my place for a study session. And tell you what, bring a suit and if you are a good girl and work real hard, maybe we can take a dip in the Jacuzzi as a reward. What do you say?”

“Sounds like more fun than work, but I am in your hands. If you say we can do it, then I am all for it.”

“It’s settled then, see you tomorrow night at your place”, I said as I reached over to grasp her hand to say good-bye for the evening.

We smiled at each other and then I got out of her car and walked over to my own. She drove off and beeped the horn in farewell. Damn, what a position I am getting myself into I thought as I got into the car and drove home. Tomorrow was going to be very interesting indeed.

The time was 6:00 and I was already pulling into the parking lot of Robert and Diane’s apartment complex. I had expected more traffic than I actually ran into so I got there ahead of schedule. I was a little surprised to see her car already there as well. I knew she worked someplace and had just thought she would be getting there right with me. I parked next to her car and went to the door.

After knocking the second time I heard her voice ask, “Who is it?”

“The big bad wolf.”

She opened the door with a big smile and my eyes nearly came out of my head. Her skirt was short and relatively tight and the blouse was a loose button down the front. The small mark on her back indicated a very thin bra and the lack of a panty line on her skirt said either thong style or no panties at all. Her heels, while not overly long, were at least 2 ½ inches and put just the right amount of elevation to add pressure to her calves making them even firmer looking. This lady was definitely hot and if I didn’t know any better I would say she was looking for some action from someone, I just did not know who. Next to me was an attractive and bright woman. One who appeared would be willing to do most anything for her man, if he asked. Yet, here she was, about to go to dinner with me, then back to my house, into my Jacuzzi and then who knows where else.

We drove to a restaurant on the outskirts of town, casual sort of place known for good food, quiet atmosphere, and a bit on the dark side. All would be to my advantage since Diane was already turning me on without even trying. We were shown to a spot near the back and as I followed the hostess and Diane I couldn’t help but notice just how nice her skirt was stretched. The length was near perfect for her as it highlighted her legs without being too short. I pulled the chair for her and she sat. The skirt was shorter than I thought as it barely covered her upper thighs. Damn what a sight. Reluctantly I moved to my own chair and sat.

The conversation while not tense was not as free flowing as I had hoped. Then when the waiter came, Mike was his name, Diane requested a glass of wine. I know my capacity so I ordered one as well. The admiration was evident from Mike as he tried to gaze down her blouse and then at her legs. I knew we would have excellent service this evening. Diane noticed it also and grinned when he left to get the wine. Our wine was brought quickly and we sipped and then began to talk about the class, college in general and life.

I was surprised when before we finished our appetizers that she requested another wine. Mike was happy to oblige and returned even quicker than before. A little harmless flirting went on between them, the eyes mostly. Dinner was served along with another glass of wine and it was becoming evident that she was already feeling the effects. Her laughter became more frequent and even got a bit louder. The forth glass brought something I would never have imagined from the sweet young thing. When Mike brought the glass she began talking to him as if I were not there. She held his eyes with her own and he was released only when her hand moved to her blouse and she began toying with the top button. As if by accident the button went through and the opening grew by a good bit. From his vantage point I am sure he had a good eyeful of her beauties. She then brought the glass to her lips and made the perfect pouty face as she started to drink. He was spellbound. Finally she began to set the glass down but her eyes moved to his crotch. Sure enough, following her lead I did so as well and found I was looking at a growing erection. Obviously Mike had enjoyed the sights she was giving.

She looked up to his eyes and then to me, “Looks like I better stop drinking. Everything seems to be getting bigger.”

I could have been pushed over with a feather and Mike made a quick exit from the table. Dinner was over. Mike brought our bill and I tipped him well, even at Diane had tipped him all night.

I held on to her as we returned to the car and this time when she got in I did not avert my eyes. Her entry into the car was not that ladylike and the darkness did little to hide the lacy panties she wore beneath her short skirt. Obviously she was feeling little modesty.

Most people sleep when they get too much to drink, Diane was an exception to this rule. Instead the night air made her want to talk. Nothing of earth shaking magnitude, but politics, sports, and the local unemployment rate were all mentioned on the ride home. I rode nearly in silence and on occasion looked over at the legs showing. She had also toyed with another button on her blouse and it too had released its hold. Her matching lacy bra was visible most of the time so by the time we arrived home I was having difficulty hiding my arousal.

Finally we arrived. We stood at the door while I attempted to unlock and she began to move closer until she made contact and then sort of brushed up against me. I could feel her softness against my flesh but remained focused on the task of getting her inside. Once the door closed behind us Diane seemed to become all business like and commented if we were going to get started on the project now or wait for a while. I figured it would be a good time for her to sober some and possibly get some of the work done.

“Let’s do it now, then see how far we can get.”

She had started to break the materials out for our study and presentation. With the additional light over the table I could see how thin the material of her blouse was. I tend to have the temperature in my place down lower than some people would like it, and this was the case with Diane. It was plain to see how the temperature was affecting her. Her breasts had firmed before my eyes and her nipples were poking out like small cannons.

Before I sat next to her she looked up and ask, “Can I get something to drink perhaps?”

“Sure, what would you like?”

“A bourbon, straight up would be nice.”

I shot her a glance and she said it was OK, she had a designated driver and besides, I was to only give her one more. Something about she needed to relax if we wanted to get any work done. I fixed the drink for her and made myself a very weak bourbon and coke. I brought it over and sat it next to her on the dinning table. I paused for a little too long while I was looking at her body and it was at that time she decided to look up.

“What are you looking at Bill?” I began the way I normally do with someone, no matter who it is.

“I live by one simple rule Diane. I think one shouldn’t ask a question unless they really want the answer. It’s easy to follow and means there is little chance for surprises. So before I answer, I’ll give you the option to decide if you want an answer. That also holds true from here on out. Understand?”

She sat in silence for a brief moment before answering. “All right. So, what were you looking at?”

I gave her my best boyish grin, “I was looking over a very beautiful woman and wondering what I would say if I was caught looking.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. Right?”

“No. On the contrary, I find you very beautiful and I figured that sooner or later you would catch me looking. You just caught me sooner than planned.”

Diane sat up straight and laughed out loud. It made me feel better to hear it, and to think she was of the opinion that I had only said it for effect. Regardless, the ice was broken and maybe we could get down to some work.

We ended up sitting next to each other and very close I might add as we worked on the presentation. The longer I sat there the more her perfume assailed my senses. I found out later it was Opium and she wore it very well. I did notice on a couple of occasions she shifted in her seat and with each movement her skirt was working its way up higher and higher. She seemed not to notice. I noticed enough for both of us.

We had been at it about 45 minutes when her knee brushed up against me under the table. She mentioned a quick sorry, but didn’t move too far away. I stammered something about not mentioning it and within 5 minutes it happened again. This time there was no apology and the contact was not stopped. I knew then that the alcohol was having a profound effect on her.

“Would you like something else?” I asked.

She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes I would.”

I got up from the table to go to the kitchen. She said nothing so I turned to inquire. “What I would really like is,” she paused for what seemed an eternity, “is a neck and shoulder rub. Think I could get one of those from the bartender?”

My heart stopped beating right on the spot. I had wanted to touch her for some time, but did not want to risk it. Now she was asking for my touch and I feared the impact my touch may have on both of us. My mind was racing but my feet had plans already in motion as I moved behind her.

I drew a silent and deep breath then brought my hands to my mouth and blew hot air on them. This would increase their temperature so as not too be such a shock. My right hand made contact first, lightly touching down on her neck right next to her ear. I then brought my left hand down to the same spot on the other side. I began a small circular motion from the bottom of her ear to the top of her shoulder. Nothing special, but it became obvious quickly it was something she never got at home. I applied a bit more pressure after a couple of minutes and then went up to her ear lobe and began to massage it between my index finger and thumb. Her soft moan indicated her pleasure.

My hands then moved back down to her shoulders and began to work the flesh as if it were dough. The loose collar of her blouse allowed some entry, but not much. Still I worked until my fingers were nearly completely under the material. Lifting the flesh and working it and then scooping up another portion. Diane was really enjoying the attention and the pressure. I on the other hand was beginning to show my pleasure from having my hands on her. Looking ahead, I could she her reflection in the window. It was good enough to see her eyes were closed and the sounds she was making told me of her enjoyment.

Ever weary of the clock I watched the seconds and minutes tick by as my hands worked on her yielding flesh. Softly and slowly my hands worked until they were fully under the material of her blouse. Tempting fate and time I allowed my right hand to dip further down her front than before and began to apply pressure to her pectoral area. Still her eyes did not open. I could go no further than that however because of the remaining buttons still in place. I worked around it as much as I could, but without forcing my hand down the front of her blouse, I had reached my limit. As for my other hand, it had run aground about her clavicle area.

I was pondering what my next move could be when she stiffened as if an area had been struck without her consent. She spoke about wanting something else to drink and stood as if she were going to look for it. Then she turned and indicated she was heading to the bathroom. As she walked away I couldn’t help but notice her legs. They were sculpted out of the finest materials. Smooth in appearance and well maintained. A firmness that said exercise was a staple in her life. The end of her skirt had a small slit and I for one always found that to be very exciting. Revealing just a hint of the forbidden fruit that hid beneath. All the stimulation from my eyes, nose, ears and hands were bombing me with input and the message was being received all too well. My cock was rising and there was no way to hide the evidence when she returned.

As she disappeared into the hall, my mind raced as to what was expected. Would she want me to continue? What about my hands on her flesh beneath the area where I was suppose to stop? How would I hide my erection, sticking out like a red flag? All the questions and no answers would come forth. Just then I heard the door to the bathroom open and before she made an appearance, she spoke about wanting a coke on ice. That was my department so the preparation was underway by the time she sat back down in the chair she had left.