A Seduction that Backfired

It was one of the happiest days of my life when my son, Rob, called and told me that he'd proposed to his girlfriend. I'd never met her, since they lived 3 states away from me, but he'd told me a lot about her over the past 6 months that they'd been dating.

He told me how amazing she was and how beautiful she was, and I was left to only imagine it. I have to admit, I did. I'd been alone for a while now after divorcing my wife. It was an ugly breakup and I was left not really wanting to date. Oh, I spent time with the occasional woman, but not really dating. So I spent a lot of time in my imagination and my imagination typically involved her, at least my vision of her. Although I had no idea what she looked like, my imagination could fill in the details.

My son mentioned that they were going to be in town for a couple of days and wanted to invite me to dinner to meet her. I agreed whole-heartedly and we agreed to meet that coming Friday. The restaurant was a pretty expensive place, one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. But I figured he must be able to afford it somehow.

We were a pretty wealthy family. My business was good and growing, we lived in a really nice house in a nice neighborhood. And my son had gone to a good ivy-league school. But I had decided long ago that I wouldn't subsidize his life. He was going to have to earn it himself.

I took a little more time than normal getting dressed for the dinner, wanting to make a good impression and... well... secretly hoping to find her as I imagined. I wore a crisp, white shirt with a solid, charcoal grey tie. I slipped on my suit jacket and looked in the mirror, liking what I saw.

I kept myself in pretty good shape, with a small gym in the basement and a membership at one of the local gyms as well. I worked out almost every single day. I thought I was in pretty good shape for an old guy.

We met at the restaurant and I was taken aback the moment I entered and spotted them across the floor. She was far more gorgeous than my son described... and dressed to show off her incredible body. I smiled at my son as they stood to greet me, and gave him a big hug.

"Dad, this is Emmanuelle," my son said, introducing me to his fiance. I turned and held out my hand to shake her's. She was a petite woman with a radiant smile. Her hand was soft and her posture was very feminine. Yet she acted so confident and sure of herself. I sat in the booth across from her, with my son between us.

I couldn't help watching her as we sat talking, my son and her playing at the table, kissing, obviously touching under the table. I found myself a little jealous and a little... turned on. She was wearing a red dress that slid over her breasts and met low, inches above her belly-button, emphasizing her deep cleavage and lack of bra. It attached with a loop behind her head. Her dress accentuated her blond hair, but most of all her large breasts, which I couldn't help but notice. I was drawn to them over and over again. They almost spilled out with every move she made. She looked too young and innocent to have such an incredible body.

We talked about how they met at a college bar, how she came up to him and how he eventually asked her out. We talked about how he selected and bought the perfect ring and how he proposed to her while out to dinner. It was odd to me that she directed most of the conversation, letting Rob fill in details now and then. She was definitely a person that was in control at all times.

We'd been talking for about an hour, receiving and finishing our drinks and our dinners, when Rob asked Emmanuelle if he could get out and use the restroom. She smiled, slid out of the booth, and stood to give him room to exit. I couldn't help but glance at her breasts as they bobbed every time she moved. I was almost hoping that they'd spill out on accident. God, she was incredibly sexy!

But when Rob slipped out and stood, my eyes met her's and I realized I was busted. She just smiled as Rob kissed her cheek and left the table. She slid back into place with a knowing smile on her face, her eyes not leaving mine. Even though I was so much older than her, I barely had the guts to look her in the face. That smirk was so condemning.

So casually it was almost natural, she brought her hand up in front of her chest and began playing with the material of her dress. My eyes couldn't look anywhere else. I was captivated.

"You see something you like," she said softly. A statement, not a question. She teased, pulling at the material as if going to expose her breast before replacing it. "Watch this," she whispered and pulled one side of her dress aside, exposing her wonderous breast. Although it was firm, her hand cupped and lifted it a little. "Like them?" she asked, smirking.

I must have looked surprised by her brazen move.

She giggled. "Oh, you're so cute when you blush." She slid her fingertip around her nipple and pinched, moaning softly. My eyes couldn't look away. "Tell me you like my boobs."

My mouth felt dry and I licked my lips. "I like your boobs," I whispered meeting her eyes for a second before dropping back to her breast.

"I could tell. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off them all night." She moaned softly as she pinched and pulled at her exposed nipple. "You know, I'd love to show you them more often," she whispered. "More... intimately. I can imagine your lips on them... your tongue swirling around and around... making them so hard and sensitive."

I was imaging the same thing myself. I was imagining her finger was my tongue... her pinching was my lips sucking hard, my teeth nibbling softly.

"That would feel so amazing," she said, dipping her finger in her water glass and swirling the cold water droplets around her nipple. It made it even harder and more prominant. "And I bet you're probably thinking about more than just my boobs. I think you're imagining my pussy, too. I think you're imagining me masturbating for you, right here, under the table. Maybe you're thinking about my hand sliding into my lap." I watched as she slid her hand from her breast and dropped it into her lap, hidden from view. "Maybe you're thinking about my hand pulling my dress up, slowly, inching it higher and higher until it's above my knees, then sliding underneath it. Maybe you're thinking about my fingers sliding inside my panties, sliding along my wet pussy and teasing my clit with just the tip of my fingers."

I watched her arm move, showing me that she was doing exactly what she was talking about. She licked her lips as she seemed to get more and more excited.

"You know what I'm thinking about?" she asked.

I could only look at her, practically dumbfounded that she was doing this.

"I'm thinking about how hard your cock must be getting. I bet it's getting really, really big, isn't it?" She smiled, devilishly, and bit her lower lip seductively. "So very hard."

I felt my cock throbbing in my dress slacks, as if on cue. Yeah, she was exciting me. But I'd seen this kind of acting before. And I wasn't fooled. She was a cock tease, and probably used it to get guys to buy her things. Unlucky for her, once I figured her out, I was immune to her ploy. Mostly.

"You're thinking about my pussy getting all wet and juicy, aren't you? You're thinking about my fingers... mmmm... sliding inside... oh yeah... inside my pussy, as I finger myself." I watched as her arm moved, very obviously doing exactly what she was talking about. She was really masturbating in the restaurant. "Oh god that feels so good."

We sat at the table, staring at each other, our eyes locked as she continued masturbating. She alternated closing her eyes, scrunching her face, and then opening them wide and smiling. She licked her lips as she neared what I thought was her impending orgasm.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly, breathing heavily. "That felt so good." She moved, adjusting her dress and re-covering her breast. She pulled her wet fingers above the table and held them in front of her face. "I bet you're wondering how yummy my pussy soaked fingers are going to taste. She held her hand out, towards me, as if offering me a taste, but pulled it back when I didn't move. I could smell her scent... and wanted her.

"You know Rob is a bit... cash strapped. And this," she said, looking around us, "is a really expensive restaurant. I can't tell you how much I'd appreciate it if you picked up the tab." I sat watching her as she slowly licked her fingers, sliding each one individually into her mouth to clean every drop from them. "It wouldn't cost too much for someone like you. And I might be more... willing..."

My cock pulsed in my lap and I was getting so close to the edge myself. An edge I wasn't sure I should cross. She was my son's fiance, for heaven's sake. I grabbed my wallet and opened it. I pulled my credit card free and dropped it on the table on top of the check.

"Mmmm... thank you. That makes me... very... happy. By the way, I am... delicious... if I do say so myself. I'd love for you to have a taste. I do that for people who make me very... happy."

The waiter came by and, without saying a word, grabbed the check and my card and carried it away. I wasn't sure how much anyone else had witnessed of our... fun. She was still licking her fingertips, staring at me.

"Sorry, hun," Rob said, suddenly appearing beside the table. Emmanuelle smiled at me then looked up at her fiance. She slid out from the booth to let Rob in.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to go to the little girl's room," she said, smiling shyly. Her shyness looked so in place with her face, but not her body. And definitely not with what had just happened. She was a... mystery.

"Well... what do you think?" Rob asked, shocking me from my fantasy.

"Wh... what?" I asked, caught up in thinking about what had just happened.

Rob seemed to laugh. "What to you think about Emmanuelle? Isn't she great?"

"Oh... sorry. She's... she's incredible son. You're a very lucky man. Seriously."

"Don't I know it," he said, smiling. "I'm completely taken by her."

Rob started rambling about Emmanuelle and about their wedding plans, but I was lost in my own thoughts... thoughts about her... naked and in front of me... ready to do my bidding.

A few minutes passed before I pushed myself out from the table and excused myself as well. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Rob, but I gotta take a piss, too. I'll be right back."

I walked to the back of the restaurant where there was a short hallway back to the restrooms and, just as I entered, Emmanuelle came out from the women's restroom. I tried to pass by her, smiling, but she stepped in front of me, stopping me cold. And then advanced, pushing me back against the wall. She stood so close to me that her body was almost touching mine. And she was so short, she barely even came up to my chest. But she looked up at me and smiled, an innocent, but devious smile.

"You know Mr. Wilson, your son looks a lot like you. He's very attractive. But... you're even more attractive." She seemed to move even closer to me and I could smell her perfume. God I wanted her. "I like older men." She ran her hand over my chest as she looked up at me. My gaze caught a glimpse of her breasts again, and the cavern between them. "I like how they make me feel... how they want me and can't get enough of me... how they take care of me. Do you find me attractive, Mr. Wilson?"

I nodded. "You're a very beautiful woman," I said. "Rob is..."

"Do you think I'm... sexy?," she interrupted me. "Ok... more to the point. Do you want to... fuck me?"

I could feel my cock pressing hard against my slacks, yearning to be free.

She smiled again, so deviously, and never breaking eye contact, reached down and somehow managed to slide her panties off. She held the frilly things in her hand... small... black... lace. She lifted them up to my nose, giving me a whiff of her wetness.

"Rob and I were hoping you could help us with the wedding... and the honeymoon. And I would be so... appreciative...".

I licked my lips and grabbed the panties from her as she laughed at me.

"Just what I thought. I want you to go into the restroom... and beat off thinking about me. I want you to smell my pussy on my panties and make your big, hard cock cum all over your hand. And I want you to keep them as a souvenir so you can do it again and again until I give you a fresh pair."

Her arrogant, angelic smile drove me to the edge. She thought she had me. She thought I would just bow down to her whims. I shook my head. I just couldn't take her attempt to control me any more. My hand moved to her neck, grabbing her and lightly choking her. I pushed her backwards and walked her into the men's bathroom, closing and locking the door behind us.

She started to speak, started to protest, but I pushed her balled-up panties into her mouth as she looked at me with complete surprise.

I shook my head in frustration. "I know all about women like you. You think that just because you have this," I said sliding my hand underneath her dress and cupping her wet pussy, "that I'll do whatever you want. Well, you're wrong."

She grunted as I slowly rubbed her pussy and slid my fingers along her slit. God she was so wet! Her breathing changed as she became more excited. As I suspected, she loved being controlled. As much as I loved controlling.

"I will pay for the wedding and the honeymoon. But you better know this... if I get my hands on you again, I'm going to tie you up and fuck you any way I want as payment. Over and over again. You won't be able to walk for a month." I pushed my middle and ring finger into her and let my palm rest against her clit. I could see the dreamy expression of desire in her eyes as the digits pierced her, pushed deep inside, and curled against her G-spot. "Your body will be mine to thoroughly enjoy, along with that pretty little mouth of your's."

I felt her hips move a little as she pushed against my hand. I smiled. She was a horny little slut after all. She didn't want to control men, she just didn't know how to get a man to control her.

"For now, you're going to grind against my hand and cum all over my fingers." I squeezed her neck a little tighter. "Do it now."

I felt her hips move, very deliberately, back and forth as I held my hand still. Her breathing was ragged, but she was definitely getting more and more into it as my fingers fucked her faster and faster and my palm slapped against her clit. She tried to close her eyes after a few moments, trying to enjoy the feeling. But I robbed her of that choice.

"Open your fucking eyes," I hissed softly. "I want you to see me. I want you to know that I'm doing this to you. I want you to know that you're fucking mine... you're at my bidding. Your slut pussy is mine. Remember that."

She nodded but never stopped fucking my hand. Her groans and moans were increasing as she neared her orgasm.

"Now... show me how much you love this. Cum all over my fucking hand," I commanded her as I looked down at her. Her forhead crinkled as her eyes opened wide, her body almost moving out of control. Then her body suddenly shook as she pushed over the edge and came. Her juices poured out over my hand and dripped off the back of it to the floor. I was sure it was running down her legs as well. The smell of her pussy permeated the bathroom as she kept grinding against my hand, panting with every thrust.

Finally, she slowed and then stopped as I pulled my fingers free. My hand was covered with her juices as I brought it to my lips and tasted her. She was right about one thing. She was delicious. She watched me, breathing heavily, as I licked her juices.

"Open," I commanded her as I let go of her neck and grabbed the edge of her panties. When she opened her mouth, I pulled them free and stuffed them into my pants pocket. "Good girl," I said as I unlocked and opened the door, pushing her into the hallway. I let it shut behind her as I stood in the restroom to collect myself.

I looked into the mirror. Did I just do that? Did I really just finger my son's fiance? I shook my head. All I could say was that, hopefully, it taught her not to mess with me any more. She needed to know that I wasn't going to let her control me like that.

I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. I could feel how hard my cock still was in my pants. I'd definitely have to take care of that later.

Knowing I'd have to face them both eventually, I opened the door and walked back to the table. They were sitting there, with Rob holding and kissing her hand as if nothing had changed. I noticed that she couldn't meet my eyes as I sat down at the table and signed the bill.

My son thanked me over and over again for helping to pay for their wedding and honeymoon. He was practically gushing. I had to admit, it made me feel good to see him so happy. He kept telling me how in love they were and that she was going to make him the happiest man alive. He said I was the best dad ever... if he only knew.

As we were leaving, I hugged Rob and told him how proud I was of him and that he was a lucky man. I shook Emmanuelle's hand and said how happy I was for her, too. Her hand was shaking in mine and she still could barely meet my gaze. It was like she was a different person now, less sure of herself, less cocky and flirtatious. Exactly they way I wanted it.

I drove home, thinking about who I was going to call to remedy my erection. I truly needed a long, hard fuck tonight.

*****

I heard from my son a few times over the next few months and had mailed out several checks to cover various down-payments toward the wedding and honeymoon. I tried hard... very hard... not to think of Emmanuelle. At least not to think of her... that way. But, at times, I have to admit my mind wandered. And I have to admit I masturbated while thinking about what happened and how she made me feel... and thinking about it happening again. But... I couldn't do that. Could I?

Then a little over 3 months before the wedding, I got a call from my son that started things in motion that I was trying to avoid.

"The pastor said that he wants us to be apart for 3 months before the wedding. I guess to make sure we're not having sex," Rob said. "We can see each other during the day. But he wants to make sure we're trying to stay apart at night."

"Ok," I said, unsure where this was going. "I'm not sure what that has to do with me."

"We were wondering... since Emmanuelle is not from this area and has nowhere to really stay... could she... maybe... stay at the house with you? I'll stay with Joe until the wedding." Joe was a friend of his from high school.

I was stunned. "Stay... here?," I asked.

"Only for the three months. I figured the house was big enough that you'd probably not even see each other much."

The house was definitely as big as he mentioned. My ex and I had bought a large place so she could brag a bit among her circle of friends. We really *could* avoid each other if we desired. If...

"Yeah," I said. "Sure, she can stay here." I wondered what Emmanuelle thought... after the dinner and all. Was she really ok with this? Was she scared of me? She obviously didn't tell Rob what happened. Did that mean anything?

"Cool! Thanks dad! She'll move in this weekend, if that's ok," Rob said excitedly.

"Yeah, that'll work," I said. My head was just spinning.

We finished with some small talk as I thought about what room to put her in. I figured the spare room, where none of the family members had stayed, would be the best. There was less stuff in there.

When Saturday morning came, I saw a small moving truck and car pull into the driveway. Emmanuelle and one of her friends got out and began walking towards the door. I met them at the door, opening it before they could ring the bell.