The Seduction Ch. 03

We unloaded all she had made. We talked about what would happen and she departed to get ready. My guests would arrive at 8pm. Kristen returned at 7:30. This was great because I had the opportunity to be alone with her.

I could tell instantly that the guys were going to enjoy our "help". She was wearing her new shoes, new stockings (with the seam up the back) the black miniskirt and a black halter top with a lace and silk camisole under it. Man what a vision she was. I could tell she was nervous.

"Kristen, thank you so much for helping me out. I promise things won't get out of hand. We're all gentlemen around the table and I'll keep an eye out (or two!) to make sure."

"Thanks, I know you will. It will be a lot of fun."

"Yes it will."

I took every opportunity to catch a glimpse. I showed her the bar and the recipes for the various drinks everyone preferred. Everything was set.

The guests arrived, the game began and Kristen was the hit of the night. Not nearly as young as most of our 'waitresses' but equal to the task. The difference was she was naturally beautiful. The other waitresses usually had an air of slutiness, almost hooker-like aura. Kristen was very well put together, funny, always smiling and very attentive to our needs. The younger waitresses usually sat off to the side and waited for us to 'order'. Kristen was constantly circling the table asking if we wanted refills. And I noticed everyone, including myself, catching a glimpse of her every chance we got.

Especially when she would lean down to deliver a drink. The extra cleavage was a real draw.

I had been checking up on her as often as possible without being too conspicuous. When she was in the kitchen I would pop in to see if she was okay. About midway through the evening I stopped in the kitchen to see how she was holding up.

"Hey, all the guys love all the attention! You are way better than any 'waitress' we've ever had", I said.

"Well thank you for that. It's pretty easy and I must admit, just like the last couple of days, I notice their looks and it is nice to know I still got it!"

"That you do. You have it all."

She looked at me and said, "What?"

I told her she was a very good flirt and was really working for an excellent tip. Taking one step closer I reached up and with the back of my hand I caressed up and down her right nipple (which had been hard most of the night).

"I can tell you're enjoying this too." She nodded ever so slightly.

"The guys want to do nipple shots. They want you to offer your nipples, one with lime and salt and the other just lime smeared all over it. They can suck the salt off one, then take a shot of tequila and then suck the other with lime on it" I told her still lightly touching her nipple with the back of my fingers.

I let this all sink in. I could tell her mind was racing. She was figuring out what she was going to do.

"Think about it. Like I said nothing will get out of hand. If you are not comfortable that is certainly understandable" I told her.

Still being bold and brushing up and over her hard nipple I said, "If you agree, all you have to do is come sit on my lap. This will be my sign to offer your services. If you are not comfortable it's no problem at all."

I knew she would do it. I could tell because her nipples were still getting harder if that was even possible. Her breathing was short and urgent. She was very aroused I could tell.

I turned and retook my spot at the table. She came in with new plates for a couple guys, serviced a couple of drinks and then exited. She wouldn't even look at me while she was there. I could tell she was nervous and uncertain what to do, but still knew she wanted to do this.

The next time she entered the room she poured me a drink and brought it over. She was staring me in the eye the entire time. As she approached I subtly moved back from the table.

She smiled and deliberately stared down at my crotch. I twitched in anticipation. She was hovering over me with a bit of a daring aura. Her breasts seemed a bit larger. Her smile; more secure and even somewhat sly. She then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Can I join you for a hand or two?"

I smiled knowingly and offered my lap. She turned and sat down. This drew some comments from the crowd.

"Hey, I didn't know you needed a seat."

"I'm losing more than he is, come bring me some luck."

They were all polite comments. We never treated our 'waitresses' with disrespect.

Her arm was around me for balance. Her right thigh was nestled close to my erection. Her forehead was against my cheek. We have never been this close. Never body to body like this. Although I had just brazenly brushed her nipple through her shirt, this was clearly the moment where we became even closer. I could feel her taking comfort in the situation. I wrapped my left arm around her waist tried to pull her even closer.

We looked together at the cards I was dealt. I didn't even care what they were. The heat her body was generating was electric. My cock was rock hard and I'm sure she felt it pulsing against her thigh. I wanted this to last forever.

In the middle of my second hand I spoke up.

"Boys, I bet if we're all nice and agree to a nice tip, Kristen here would be willing to offer each one of you a nipple shot."

There was silence as everyone looked our way. I don't think anyone expected this radiant and classy woman to offer to bare her breasts. We could get some of the 20something near-hooker waitresses to play this game, but Kristen. That was a home run for sure.

Quickly the silence was broken with chants of "I'm in." Kristen hardly moved. She actually clung tighter as she was now committed.

She raised her head and said, "I've never done this but let's give it a shot" (pun intended I'm sure).

She crept out of my lap but I couldn't help but notice she put her right hand on my upper thigh to help herself up. I felt like it was there forever but I'm sure it was only a moment.

She went over to the bar to cut more limes, prepare the salt, etc...

The game continued but things were a little quieter. Nobody wanted to break the spell.

She returned to the table in just a few moments with the limes and a salt shaker. Then sauntered back to the bar and grabbed the tequila and shot glasses. All eyes were now on her. She was ceasing the limelight but was looking down with a nervous smile as she returned. I had adjusted my seat so she was now standing between my open legs. She placed the tequila on the table opened the cap and poured a shot. She then crossed her arms and grabbed her halter top. Looking straight at me her arms rose up and slowly took off her halter.

She adjusted the camisole back down, but not before everyone caught a good glimpse of skin and the underside of her breasts. Every inch of her soft skin was worth devouring. She tossed her shirt on top of the chips piled in the middle of the table. Maybe it was a symbolic gesture that she was gambling or something. Maybe it was just for effect.

She again looked directly back at me almost waiting instruction.

I reached up and slowly hooked my fingers into her camisole. I pulled down until both breasts were exposed and then adjusted the camisole so it was captured under her breasts. She was practically panting. Her nipples moving up and down slightly from every breath.

Looking her in the eye I nodded, seeking her approval. Her mouth opened slightly maybe to catch her breath, maybe to show her desire. And she nodded back ever so slightly.

I reached for a lime and raised it to her left breast but paused.

She nodded again and quietly said, "Go ahead."

I applied lime to her nipple. It was hard. I wasn't bashful in working the lime all around her nipple. I could feel pre-cum in my pants. This was such a turn-on. Then reaching for the salt I poured it over the wet lime juice. Some of it stuck and some spilled to the floor. Nobody noticed.

Then reaching for another lime I placed it on her right nipple and squeezed. Rubbed. I took my time. Her nipples were so hard. Her areolas were divine. The perfect color and perfect proportion to her breasts.

The stage was set. I looked again into her eyes. It was hard to pull away from her exposed tits but I wanted her to see how much this meant to me. How turned on I was. How incredibly sexy she was. I looked longingly into her deep blue eyes. It wasn't a long stare but enough to make her know.

I slowly put my right hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She was still looking down and me up. I paused only and inch or so from her nipple. I know she could feel my breath. I turned my head, opened my mouth and tasted the lime/salt mixture. I sucked on her nipple making it very wet. I pulled off briefly and went back in for anther taste.

Then leaning back, I took the tequila in one gulp. Leaning forward I reached my lips toward her right breast. I opened my mouth as I approached. I couldn't care less about the lime. What I wanted was to suck on her nipple and hopefully send shivers throughout her entire body. I used my tongue quickly to flick at her nipple. Before it even started it was over.

She then repeated these steps with every guest. Having gone first I was able to watch her carefully as she circled the table. I never saw the eye contact like we had. It was something special. She was still excited to have all these different mouths and lips sucking on her tits. That was for sure. But they were more raw sexuality.

After she was finished she removed her camisole from captivity and nervously returned to the bar. The game continued as if nothing had really happened. We all wanted her to regain her composure. I'm sure she was excited throughout the evening and I'm sure what just transpired had turned her on even more.

She never did take her halter top off the table. The winner of the next pot pulled it in front of him as part of the prize.

I eventually said goodnight to all my guests and found her in the kitchen cleaning up. Even after a relatively long night she was still hot. Walking over to help with the clean-up I started at her shoes and worked my way up her backside. Her stockings were still so hot. Her ass, always perfect, was to die for in that skirt. Her slight bend over the sink allowed a slight break between her skirt and camisole. I imagined what it would be like to touch her there. To feel her soft skin.

Her silky camisole with the spaghetti straps showed a lot of shoulder and back. She was a vision.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much for what you did tonight. You are the best 'waitress' we have ever had. I cannot thank you enough for everything", I said from the bottom of my heart.

She turned to look and smiled.

We cleaned everything up in short order.

"Kristen, what was going through your mind tonight as you made your way around the table with your tits hanging out and 6 different men sucked on your nipples?" I asked quickly.

She looked down not wanting to look me in the eye. I'm sure she had been thinking about what had happened for most of the night. I could sense she was quite turned on even up to when the last guest departed. But I had to know what was going on.

She walked over to the couch and sat down. She was contemplating her response.

"Well ... it actually all started when we were in the kitchen together and you were touching me. (Pause) At that moment something snapped inside. I think it was the realization that my husband could give a shit and that is verified by his inaction. But I also realized I want to be touched. I want to be touched by someone who wants me. And at that very moment you wanted me.

"It was like a light bulb went off and I was then doing this for me. Not to get at my husband. No revenge. I let those guys suck on my tits because I wanted them to and because they wanted to", she finished.

"REALLY wanted to", I added.

She was sitting on the couch looking straight ahead probably trying to figure out if this made any sense.

I moved in, pushed the coffee table back a bit and was now sitting directly in front of her. She looked down. I reached across and lifted her chin so we were eye to eye. I was locked on her eyes. She looked like she wanted to cry.

"Kristen, talk to me", I asked.

She started immediately. Telling me how she is changing. She started out desperate to get her husband back, but that she was beginning to wonder if that was ever possible. We talked for a long time. She was looking for answers. She admitted, though, that she couldn't help but enjoy the ride. These past days were some of the most fun she's had in a very long while.

She was leaning back on the couch at one point. I couldn't help but notice that her skirt had ridden up a bit. I was catching glimpses. Being the male that I am. Taking in every site of her. Her long legs. Her pert breasts.

She caught me! I was busted. She knew I was looking where I ought not. I didn't really care. She was way too sexy to miss the opportunity.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Well, I must admit I cannot get enough of you. (Pause as I returned my gaze lower and lower still) I was shocked when you lowered yourself into my lap tonight."

"I was too. But I did it because I wanted to."

"I know that. I could tell. What do you want to do right now?" I asked.

She quickly looked my way. I caught her eyes and I could tell I had taken her by surprise.

My hands reached out and touched both of her bare knees. I paused making sure she was comfortable and not panicked or worried. She continued looking deep into my eyes. I slowly pushed her knees apart wider and wider. I didn't look down but knew she would be exposing her garter and even her panties to my view if I had.

For some reason every time our exchanges or actions get heated I notice her breathing. It's my way of knowing what she is thinking. I love watching her lips part ever so slightly. I can almost see the short gasps escaping her lips. Her chest rises and falls with each breathe. It is extremely erotic.

Her knees are now completely separated. I push a bit for emphasis as if to say, leave them right there.

It's my turn to lean back and break our gaze. My eyes travel down her body. Stopping at her tits. Taking notice of each erect nipple pointing through her camisole. Then lower still to see just how much she is exposing to me.

Her arms are relaxed to either side. She isn't trying to hide anything. This is so exciting. My cock is once again straining against my trousers.

I can see the end of her stockings, some bare thigh, her garter and just a hint of dark triangle inside her skirt. If I were on my knees I could clearly see everything.

"Pull your skirt back"

She doesn't hesitate. She reaches with both hands and slides her skirt up toward her waist. I can now see her panties in clear view. Her legs are spread wide. Her hands return to her side.

I remove my stare after some time and look back into her eyes. "Will you masturbate for me?" I ask.

She sighs quickly and almost comes up off the couch. I take this as a yes. I quickly fall to one knee. With both hands I reach in and grab the waist of her thong. She rises off the couch and I pull her thong down to her spread knees. I grab the triangle and can feel how wet she really is. Her legs collapse a bit and the thong is off in a heartbeat.

I sit next to her right on the couch. She willingly re-spreads her legs while looking at me. Her bare pussy now exposed. My glance moves up and down her body trying to take it all in. I so much want to remember everything. From this vantage point I'm not lewdly staring at her pussy like I would be if I were directly in front of her.

I am now unconsciously rubbing my erection through my pants. She slowly raises her left hand to her chest. She begins to play with her right nipple right next to me. She closes her eyes as she looks away. Her right hand now moving onto her upper thigh.

"That's it. Enjoy. Take your time", I encourage her.

A little "ah/uh" escapes her lips.

She is now twisting her fingers around her nipple. I reach over with my right hand and pull her camisole down under her right breast like I had done earlier. Her hand then playing with her tit and nipple. Squeezing, teasing. Her right hand is sliding ever so slowly, with a light touch, up and down her thigh.

My right hand returns to stroking my cock. I quietly unhook and unzip my pants and shift a little to remove my already dripping erection. She is so into what she is doing she doesn't even notice. Her eyes never open. Her tongue wets her lips in an unconscious gesture.

"Spread your legs a little further. Give yourself all the room you need. That's it. Take your time. Keep caressing your thigh. Your soft touch is sending shivers through your body."

I am looking everywhere, up and down. Her right hand slowly drifts between her legs. Her left hand is alternating between tits. Taking turns.

I cannot see but I can tell when her finger begins to stroke her pussy. She gasped and took some quick breaths.

I am watching her hand move between her legs. "Stroke your wet pussy. I want to hear how wet you are down there. Use all your fingers. Make your whole hand wet. Is your clit already exposed? I bet it is sensitive to your touch. You keep stroking your clit and you're gonna cum all over your hand", I pour it on.

Her head turns toward me as I finish my sentence. Eyes still closed. Her left hand is busy with both breasts but trails off to join her right. She adjusts making room for both hands.

"Use one hand to stroke your clit. The other to feel inside of you."

I continue, "Your tits are always beautiful but when your nipples are hard they are extraordinary."

Both her hands are working slowly. I can see her left hand working circles around her clit. I think she has two fingers inside her stroking.

I stop stroking myself to lightly touch her stocking covered thigh. My hand then begins to slowly caress up toward her waist. Her breath stutters, she gasps. Her eyes still closed tight. She's lost in her own little world.

Back and forth I stroked silently encouraging her to continue. My right hand then reaches up to grab a nipple. I pinch lightly and pull ever so teasingly. Then use my palm to touch the end of her erect nipple and move in a circle. She begins to pant even harder.

"Are you getting close?" I ask. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes, oh yes, I'm going to cum soon", she says desperately in between breaths.

"Good. Let it build. Let your body slowly build to that point. Don't force it there."

My hand still teasing her nipple with my palm. Then a pinch, then a full grab. I'm watching her face contort. She is a vision. Her hands are working with quite some urgency now.

At just the right time I remove my hand. This startles her and she looks at me for the first time in a long while. Her hands never stop, but she wants to know why the pleasure to her nipple is gone. She glances down for the first time to see my exposed cock.

"Oh. Oh my. You're ... you... er... doing it too", she barely gets out.

Her eyes now fixed on my cock. Her pace quickens.

"Do you want to cum Kristen? Do you want to cum all over your fingers?"

"Yes, oh gawd, yes I'm going too..."

"Good, stare at my cock and cum. Let yourself go. Pleasure yourself!"

She does just that. She never really took her eyes off of me. I was slowly stroking up and down my length. Her right hand found a bit extra and seemed to go deeper. Her left flicked and teased her clit. She was close. Her breathing, her voice. Her sounds were animal.

She came in silence. She closed her eyes, lifted off the couch. Held her breath for two days and came hard. It was beautiful. She was a vision. She hadn't a care in the world. Her body simply reacting to the stimulus and the feeling washed over her from head to toe.