Seducing Beauty Ch. 01

Krasa paused to drink in the view of Carl by dropping her gaze down his body and back up again to his eyes. Here was the fantasy man she watched fuck the woman in her mirror through two orgasms that morning. Now he stood in front of her in the flesh. She did nothing to hide her inspection. He asked for a seat; it was the least she wanted to give him. "Please," she answered.

"You look..." Carl began to complement.

"It doesn't matter what you or anyone else thinks," she tried to say convincingly. "I know how I look. I know how I feel."

"Touché," Carl whispered. "So tell me, how do you feel?"

Krasa's face lit up with a wide seductive smile. No words were necessary.

Carl saw a change in her. The same person he met at the beginning of the week sat in front of him, but she was a different woman. "I'm curious," he asked with a shared smile. "What do you feel inside when you accomplish something great?"

"Why do you ask?" she answered with playful confidence.

"Maybe because I see greatness."

"Maybe?" she asked.

"So, who is this new girl?" Carl asked again.

"I'm still getting to know her," she answered honestly, "but I'd be glad to introduce her."

"You'd do that?" Carl played along.

Krasa flashed back to the predawn fantasy of Carl taking the woman in the mirror. She realized she was about to break her own cardinal dating rules: never go out with anyone from work and always wait for the man to make the move. She reached back and pulled the hairband from her ponytail, letting her hair fall to her shoulders. "I'd do that," she said.

Carl smiled warmly.

"I'm having a little progressive dinner party at my place tomorrow evening," she continued. "She'll be there. I'd love you to come so I can introduce you properly."

"That's very nice but I'd hate to intrude," Carl answered.

"It's a very small dinner party," she said with a seductive smile. She ran her fingers through her hair and leaned forward. "And you're the guest of honor."

"In that case," Carl said, "how can I resist?"

"You can't," she insisted.

"So progressive, does that mean we will be moving to different locations?"

"You'll see," she said evasively. "The only condition is you must agree to enjoy every course exactly as it's presented, no matter what." Krasa smiled.

"Sounds dangerous."

"In the best way," she assured. "But it is the condition for the dinner. How much do you really want to get to know the new girl?" Krasa enjoyed challenging Carl at his own game.

Carl was impressed with her assertiveness. He smiled. "I tell you what," he said, "I'll meet your daring condition if you meet mine."

Krasa smiled at where the conversation was going. She felt the sexual chemistry growing. She wondered what Carl would ask if invited to name anything he wanted. "What is it?"

"Ben Wa or Duotone balls," he said. "Are you familiar with them?"

"I am," she answered with a blush. "My friend Stacy uses them all the time. She always has a smile on her face. Why?"

"Good. All I ask is that you promise to use a pair all day before I arrive for dinner."

Carl's request took their conversation and relationship past sexual subtlety. It was bold and risky. If she said no, the conversation and possibilities might be over. If she said yes, she was literally opening herself up to sexual vulnerability. She also couldn't help but notice his unexpected request was all about her pleasure. The balls would drive her crazy all day.

"All day?" she asked as if open to the commitment. "Stacy tells me she gets off on them multiple times just doing housework for a couple hours around her house."

"That's the catch," Carl said. "If I can be so bold. You must agree to keeping them in all day, but under no circumstances allow yourself to have an orgasm."

"Shit," she said. "If half of what Stacy says is true, I'll be a wreck."

"On the contrary," Carl said with a warm smile. "That's my one condition. Promise to use them all day without allowing one orgasm, then I promise I'll be the perfect dinner guest."

The deal seemed too good to be true. Carl was asking for her to be pleasured all day by the orgasm balls as a prelude to an evening where she would finally be in charge for the first time since knowing him. She wondered what he was up to? What does he get out of this?

"Perfect dinner guest?" she asked. "Anything?"

"Anything," Carl committed. "It's your place and your progressive dinner party," he reasoned. "I'm the guest of honor; you're in charge. The least I can do is be a perfect guest by my full participation when you've gone to all this trouble." Carl smiled.

"It's no trouble," Krasa said. "It will be my pleasure." Carl smiled at the double entendre. "7:00?" she asked.

"7:00," he committed.

SATURDAY MORNING

Krasa woke up early with adrenaline surging through her body. She felt a mixture of emotions from sheer puzzlement to undeniable excitement. A week ago Carl did not exist in her world. Today he mysteriously seemed to consume it. Things were somehow different. She felt the insanity and excitement of someone bungee jumping for the first time.

She thought about the day ahead. Every moment would be used to get ready for the evening she had planned. Her body tingled at the thought of it. She turned her head to look at the small cloth drawstring bag on her nightstand. The set of two gold balls inside were picked up from a specialty store on the way home from work the day before. She reached for the bag and emptied the two shiny balls connected by a small string into her hand. As she rolled them around and felt the vibration caused by the small weights within each. "Damn," she thought, "you bad boys are going to mess me up today. No reason for Stacy to have all the fun." She pushed the bed covers down, exposing her naked legs to the cool morning air. Her knees rose up and spread wide to fully expose her moist love box. Her hand carried the two balls to its opening and inserted them into her helpless pussy one at a time. Her sex muscles massaged the two gold balls within her. Cold chills dotted her skin. Krasa smiled at the sensation. She also knew that keeping her commitment to Carl meant Carl would keep his commitment to her. By the end of the night, he would be hers.

Krasa walked to the kitchen to turn the coffee on before heading for the shower. She felt the first vibrations of the balls within her with every movement. "Mmmm," she moaned. "If the short walk to the kitchen felt like this, what would these balls do if she were on the treadmill?" she wondered. Her curiosity grew. She knew it would be hard to get everything done before Carl arrived, but she was also surprised by the stimulation of these two miracle balls.

Her curious pussy won the argument as she detoured from her way to the shower to the treadmill in the guestroom. "Just a short run," she told herself as a compromise. She stepped onto the machine and pushed the start button. The revolving rubber roadway beneath her bare feet began to move slowly. The golden balls rolled against one another and against the inside of her love box. She bravely took hold of the speed lever on the control panel and gradually pushed it half way up. Her feet moved to an easy jog. The balls jostled within her, working their magic. She took hold of the sidebars on the treadmill as she moaned from the growing pleasure. She looked up, continuing to moan while keeping pace. "Oh gawd," she said out loud. She felt a morning orgasm begin to rise within her. The treadmill was proving what she wondered, and she liked it. She looked back down at the control panel. The speed lever dared her to prove what the balls were capable of. She reached for the lever and pushed up. She felt the revolving rubber road beneath her speed up. The red numbers on the panel recorded her pace at almost seven miles per hour. "Oh Gawd!" she cried out. She was used to the pace of the run, she wasn't used to the erotic massage of the magic balls within her. "Oh fuck," she said out loud. The growing orgasm felt like a rising wave ready to break over her. The balls moved mercilessly within her. "Damn!" she shouted. Everything in her wanted to keep going. She knew an orgasm on the treadmill would probably throw her across the room. Her pussy begged for more. "Yes! Yes!" she said as the balls pounded her inner-walls toward the point of no return. She abruptly reached up and slammed the speed lever down, suddenly stopping the rubber road beneath her. She wrapped her arms around the control panel and hung on. The orgasmic climax screamed to be released. Her ass bucked as she held on to the control panel. Another few steps of her blissful run and she knew she and her cum would be spread across the room.

Krasa held on to the machine, drawing in deep breaths. Her heart rate and pussy worked to relax. "Shit!" she said impressed. "Time to hit the showers."

Krasa attacked the day strategically, checking off her preparations for her progressive party for two. She sped up and down the long aisles at the large grocery store, working to make up lost time. With each step, she felt the balls reasserting themselves within her. She grew addicted to the pleasure. The caged orgasm within her was desperate for release. She kept up her speed to get through the crowded store as quickly as possible. Her face grew more flushed with each long aisle. Her forehead and chest moistened with sweat and her nipples tightened to stand fully erect. She sped down the next aisle. Without notice, she felt the impending orgasm threaten to overtake her. Krasa suddenly stopped in the middle of the aisle. "Oh god, oh god," she said trying to catch her breath and hold the pleasure wave back. Mops and a "clean up on aisle twelve" announcement would be needed for the pool of cum she was ready to release.

"Are you OK dearie?" an older woman asked as she approached in front of her.

Krasa looked up surprised and a little embarrassed. She fought to hold the public orgasm back. "Yes, thank you," she answered with a breathy voice.

"Are you sure?" the woman persisted. "Let me get someone to call a doctor," the woman pushed.

"I'm really OK," Krasa insisted. The woman looked unconvinced and ready to take action as a Good Samaritan. "Really," Krasa said. "I'm fine," she whispered with a blush. "I almost had an orgasm."

The older woman's concern turned to being impressed with a little bit of envy. "Right here?" she asked. "I like shopping, but it's never, you know..."

Krasa smiled as she took in long deep breaths.

The woman persisted in a whisper, "What's your secret?"

Krasa smiled again. "I'm sorry, I need to keep going," she said embarrassed. "Have a good day."

"It won't be as good as yours," the woman joked.

Krasa hurried to finish her shopping and other errands. She was eager to get home to prepare it for the evening's party. Carl effectively tormented her pussy and her heart all day with every step she took through the stimulus of the balls. She couldn't wait for the time to come to literally turn the tables on him.

SATURDAY EVENING

The doorbell rang promptly at 7:00. Krasa felt beautiful and ready as she glanced in the mirror by the door before opening it. "The party has arrived," she said. She opened the door. "Please come in," she invited.

Carl was dressed in a pressed white shirt and khaki slacks. He carried a bouquet of flowers and bottle of Merlot. He offered the flowers to Krasa as he crossed the threshold. "Thank you," he said. "You look beautiful," he complemented.

Krasa took the flowers and smelled them with a smile. "Well thank you," she said. "You like?" as she twirled in front of him humorously. She was wearing a pink fitted sweatshirt and sweatpants, with bare feet. "I got these sweats for you."

"Very nice," he said truthfully.

"Let me put these in a vase," she said. "Would you mind making yourself comfortable by leaving your shoes and socks at the door?"

"Not at all," Carl said as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his socks on top. He was glad for the informality. He followed her to the kitchen and placed the bottle of wine on the counter next to one she had readied.

"Feel free to open it and pour," she said, "now that everyone's here, especially the guest of honor." Krasa put the flowers on the table. Low lights, lit candles and soft jazz filled the condo.

Carl poured the wine and handed Krasa a glass. "A toast," he said, "to beginnings."

"To new beginnings," Krasa answered as the glasses touched.

Carl and Krasa enjoyed small talk as they finished their first glass of wine. Carl refilled both glasses. They both began to feel more relaxed.

"So, welcome to my little progressive party," she said, ready to take control of the evening. "I'm so glad that you not only agreed to come, but to participate fully."

"My pleasure," Carl said. "I am assuming..."

"I've met your condition?" Krasa interrupted. Carl smiled. "All day long," she reported. She shared the pleasure and torment the balls had caused, including the incident in the grocery store. They laughed. "I can assure you, they remain there even as we speak." Sexual tension rose at the revelation. He hoped at some point in the evening he would be able to verify it for himself. She knew he would, in due time. "If you will open the bottle of wine there, I think we are ready to begin our progressive dinner party.

Carl filled the glasses from the new bottle of wine.

"I have prepared a four course meal for our enjoyment this evening," Krasa explained. "Appetizers, salad, our entrée and dessert."

"Sounds nice," Carl said.

"For fun, we will progress leisurely through them, each in a different room."

"And so, a progressive dinner," Carl concluded. "Nice." He turned his head to look around at the options for the four rooms in the small but elegant condo.

"That's part of it," Krasa said.

"Part of it?" Carl asked.

"I didn't invite you simply to a progressive dinner, but a progressive dinner party," she continued with a sultry smile. "Your full participation was needed because each course will begin with the other person removing an article of clothing I choose." Carl was surprised by the bold announcement. "I will choose what you will remove from me with each course, and I will choose what I will take off of you."

Carl immediately calculated the progressive dinner would leave him without any clothes by the fourth course. Depending on what she had under her new pink sweats, the progression may leave her equally exposed. He hoped the evening would be romantic. He never saw this coming.

"If you're wondering," she continued, "I have decided to allow anything exposed on my body to be fair game for you to enjoy during the meal, as long as you agree to the same freedom for me. However, nothing still covered can be touched, no exceptions. Agreed?"

"I think I can go along with that," Carl agreed.

"You can see why we may want to make our way through each course leisurely."

FIRST COURSE

Krasa enjoyed turning the table and watching Carl's surprise. Without waiting for his answer, she announced, "I think we are ready to begin. Our first course will be enjoyed on the balcony." She took him by the hand and led him through the opened sliding glass door. The balcony had a beautiful night view of the city. Soft jazz played through speakers mounted in the corners. A small table was set up to the side with a platter of hors d'oeuvres behind two small dishes. With the exception of a small amount of light from the inside, the balcony was lit only by the full moon suspended in the dark-blue starry sky above.

Krasa set her wine glass down on the table, turned and began unbuttoning Carl's shirt without saying a word. Carl stood cooperatively as her long fingers made their way down his chest and abdomen, releasing one button at a time. When she reached the bottom, she pulled the rest of his shirt tucked into his pants, so she could finish. She took his wine glass from his hand, set it down, and then pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders and down his arms. She laid his shirt on the chair by the table and ran her fingers up his arms to where his t-shirt came to his biceps. She leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss on the lips and smiled. "Our dinner has begun."

Carl smiled.

"Your turn," Krasa said softly as she raised both hands in the air in front of him. "I think it's time for this pretty sweatshirt to go, don't you?"

Carl reached down to the bottom of her sweatshirt on each side and gently pulled it up. It struggled to get past her large breasts. Krasa wiggled slightly, freeing the shirt for its journey up over her head and arms. Krasa's light skin looked beautiful contrasted by the black lacy low-cut push-up bra in the moonlight. Carl felt compelled to take her in his arms to give her another kiss. She pulled him close to accept his affection. She felt the firmness of his attraction pressed against her pelvis. His hands traveled across the cool creamy skin of her back. His kiss moved down her neck and to her uncovered shoulders. He loved the way her skin felt to his lips; she loved the way his lips felt on her skin. His kiss traveled down her chest to the exposed parts of her soft breasts. She moaned as she pulled him into her bosom. They both dreamed about what their first kiss and caress would be like. The moment was beyond what either had imagined.

After a few minutes of introducing themselves to one another, they paused to enjoy the appetizers and wine. They both knew the evening would only get richer as they progressed through the wine, food and clothing. She stood in front of him, with his arms around her waist as they both gazed out toward nightscape of the city.

"Carl, I was wondering," Krasa asked. "What gives you the most fulfillment in life?"

"Good question," Carl complemented. "Deep meaningful relationships with people I enjoy," he answered. His arms squeezed a light hug as he held her from behind. She felt secure in a way she hadn't in a long time. She looked back to get a glimpse of his face. His words, eyes and smiled defined the moment. Krasa was enraptured by his genuineness. Like a good hors d'oeuvre, Carl made her hungry for more. She kissed him again.

SECOND COURSE

"Let's go inside," she said. "I'm ready for the second course." She took his hand and led him to the living room. Another small table was set up there with a large bowl filled with spinach salad decorated with toppings. A dressing boat with a pour spout sat next to it with a small spoon. Two chilled salad plates were stacked. Carl reached for one of the plates.

"Wait," Krasa said placing her hand on his chest. "Aren't your forgetting something?"

Carl smiled and returned the plate. "I believe I am."

"You first this time," she instructed. "Can you take these sweatpants off of me please? It is getting awfully hot in here."

Carl gladly obliged. He took hold of the pink waistband and slowly lowered it toward the floor. He was surprised to discover Krasa was wearing a matching lacy thong and black garter belt with straps leading down to fishnet stockings decorating her long legs. Carl moaned at the sight.

"Like what you see?" Krasa asked. Carl smiled at the vision. He gently kissed the bare skin of her upper leg between her panties and stockings. He slowly turned her to take in the vision of her beautiful small bare round ass. He couldn't help but gently kiss and nibble the cheek in front of him. She loved his attention.

"My turn," she insisted playfully. "Time for you to stand up."

Carl stood. She could see her lingerie was having the effect on his dick she had hoped. "Ah," she said, "look what we have here." She pressed her hand against the front of his pants as she moved it down along the bulge of his thick member.

"Hey," Carl said. "I thought no touching is allowed for anything still covered," he said playfully.