The
silence in my office was more irritating than that one which was
coming from my door.
This
calm bothered me when I listened to the middle morning chaos in
the
street outside the window.
I
lean on the chair back and I sighed. Biting the pen stopper I
turn
around fixing, through the stained glass, the skyscraper in front
of
me.
I
was unfulfilled and the fault of that unease was due to my job,
but
not exclusively.
I
have been employed for years in the management department of the
biggest lingerie boutique, Seduction. My task was the accounting
of
the USA stores, but not solely.
The
job was boring, tedious and repetitive and I was really
dissatisfied.
If I had had the sale assistant position in one of those
boutiques
where the seduction was the queen, I would have been more
appeased.
Every single item made of lace, leather, silk, a seductive night
gown, I would have imagined
him
who take them off me or looking at me with desire.The
boutique Seduction was a true temptation.
In
the last period I have decided to dare so much more, not just for
my
lingerie, but also because I totally changed the way I
looked.
I
was on diet and even if I got thin, I had to lose weight again in
order that I could live up to the men’s stereotype.
I
had all these things so that he looked at me in a different
manner
and he noticed me as a woman and not just as the sister of his
sister-in-law Jacklyn.
My
temperament was stubborn and strong, I didn’t give up, at least
he
wasn’t free, but in that moment he had a relationship.
The
dissatisfaction on the job place reflected on the desire to have
a
love story and to abandon myself to the deep desire I felt when I
saw
him.
I
had met him for the first time at my sister’s engagement dinner,
he
was the brother of my brother-in-law and my heart lost some beat
when
I saw Logan.
Meanwhile
we were introducing ourselves, he smiled at me, giving his hand
to me
and I had winced to the contact with him, feeling a mild tremor.
I
had immediately left his hand feeling me dazed, by contrast Logan
Mitchell’s expression didn’t change.
I
had remained in silence almost the evening, replying barely if
requested, intimidated and attracted by the massive man who was
able
to send a strong sexual charge, making me feel a girl on her
first
crush.
Since
that evening Logan had come to our house many times with Adam,
when
his job as marines didn’t take him in a foreign country, and the
frequency of this situation hadn’t helped me.
If
this insane attraction had displaced me initially, every time I
met
him and he gives his attention to other women, I felt new
feelings to
grow up in my heart.
I
suffered because of him and I had had to suppress those feelings
which had grown up, forcing me to forget him.
Nevertheless,
I wasn’t able to do it, because he spent his free time with my
brother Sam, but what made me angry was that he took the right to
protect me like a sister. Instead I wanted him to look at me as a
woman. But how could him do it even if I didn’t feel good with
myself? Although mother earth was so generous giving me a pretty
face, she wasn’t with my body.
Since
my adolescence I had had to resign seeing the other girls to show
a
long-legged body, meanwhile my body had more generous shapes. If
I
was desperate to the beginning, but I surrendered and I suffered
when
I looked in the mirror and my body was losing tonicity and
shapes. I
had tried to hide that obesity, back large and formless clothes
in
order to hide a 16.
Both
Jacklyn and Sam had tried to convince me to react attempting to
do
physical activity and eating healthy, because they believed
firmly
that this aim would have trusted myself. I wouldn’t after the
experience with my ex. Things changed when I met Logan.
Since
the first time I had thought he felt compassion for me and he was
so
protective to me, when somebody approach me excessively.
In
one hand this thing enhances me, because I had his attention, on
the
other hand it distressed me because I wasn’t the woman who
deserve
to be by his side.
In
that moments Logan confused me, because he would never have
looked at
me as one of those women, he went out seeing them with
excitement,
desire and passion.
However,
I threw myself in a relationship with a stranger, I met him to a
party where my best friend Eveleen invited me, in order to
discover
the emotions which Logan wasn’t able to give me. I trusted Brian
but he didn’t, so I remained disappointed and
heart-broken.
I
had saw Brian as the person who would have accepted me for what I
was. On the contrary, I had been trying to change me for all the
time
we had been together, humiliating me for everything that wasn’t
good in his opinion. After the last arguing I realized I wasn’t
able to have a relationship with anybody, certainly not with him.
Logan
Mitchell was so hot. Handsome, sexy, I shuddered of desire just
to
look at him.
My
thoughts were sinful in his presence and my wild imagination gave
me
every possible erotic scene.
Only
the thought of being touched, cosseted, stroked by his hand and
licked by his mouth, excited me immediately.
Logan
was my dream love, my forbidden dream my biggest passion. It was
that
unrequited love who took me to react and to see a specialist who
could help me to lose weight.
I
know I have never become a model but I reached my goal and I lost
two
sizes and, after difficult years, I saw those goals which I
didn’t
imagine to reach.
Absorbed
by my thoughts I didn’t listen to knock on the door, until it
wasn’t open. I turned the head and I thanked God I was sitting on
my chair, when I saw Logan, as in my thoughts and my brother Sam.
«Do
you hide here?» Sam asked, approaching me to give me a kiss on my
cheek.
I
stretched forward to have that brotherly kiss, but my attention
was
all for Logan.
I
couldn’t take my eye off him and seeing him who was returning, it
didn’t help me to control myself. It seemed there was a storm in
my
mind, but only one surfaced masterfully and I was wondering if he
had
noticed my change.
Mindful
of the question asked by Sam, I deflected my gaze with difficulty
taking it on my brother’s face.
«If
I wanted to do it, I choose different place» I replied smiling.
I
was unable to shift my gaze from Logan. He was so tall, his
height
was almost six-two, his powerful and muscular figure of ex rugby
player, occupied the entry.
I
observed those muscles desiring to covering them with my hands
and
feeling them tighten up to the touch of my finger.
His
blue eyes were so intense and they reminded me a clear and
crystalline, bright and luminous, they were fixing me.
His
perfect and plump lips smiled splendidly. Here, ahead of me,
Logan
was the embodiment of a Greek god.
I
licked my lips, thinking to that mouth on my body tasting its
fullness. If that desire, which was increasing inside me, made me
feel an intense warmth and to notice him following my movements,
made
me red-hot.
That
man was able to confuse me in a different way, in fact my
hormones
screamed “
take
me”
every
time his eyes lingered me, like in that moment.
His
brown hair, with some coppery shades, were clearer than last time
we
met and they have the colour of a sunset or a beautiful
dawn.
The skin of him, kissed by the sun, was amber and I would
have liked to walk along it with my lips.
He wore a blue shirt that made not only the color of his eyestand
out,but it adhered to the mighty chest and it highlighted every
muscle and every movement of its own made the strong biceps
inflate.
He
wore a pair of blue jeans which emphasize his hips as a second
skin.
I
fixed that hot body and I dwelled my gaze in front of the zipper,
noticing that forbidden swelling.
My
breathing was going faster and I established myself to control
me,
but I felt the warmth of my body to increase.
“
Don’t
look Cassandra”
I
thought “
Otherwise
I will think you are sex addicted.”
I
felt this way when in his presence.
I
look away smiling and fixing him in his eyes. I was conscious Sam
was
here so I kicked out every image of Logan and me on the bed
giving
pleasure one another.
«Logan,
what a surprise!» I exclaimed standing up.
I
was happy he came back, and I had missed him for all the time he
hadn’t been here, even if I hadn’t had to.
«I
knew you were happy» said Sam laughing.
I
turn the head towards my brother. «Did you force him to come
here?»
Knowing it annoyed me.
«Stop
talking about me like I am not here» said Logan.
I
laughed allowing my brother to embrace me. He wore a grey suit
which
extolled his body, but he wasn’t so well built as Logan’s.
«Don’t
you go to the court today?» I asked to Sam, trying to control my
sexual impulses.
«Only
in the afternoon» Replied him and when he was on the point to say
something else, his mobile rang.
***
Logan
I
close the door avoiding, for a couple of seconds, those eyes
which
had undressed me and excited at my expense.
How
could I remain helpless in front of that strong desire glowing in
those irises?
“
What
the hell do you think Logan?”
She
was my sister-in-law’s sister and his brother became one of my
best
friends. I have known her for some years and I developed in the
last
months lascivious thoughts about her, during the night in
particular
when my defences and she was in my dreams. Every time I saw her,
she
enchanted me: in one hand her shyness softens me, on the other
hand
her determination bewitched me.
The
first time I saw her, during my brother’s engagement dinner, I
didn’t pay attention to her. After some time, I had stop me to
observe her more often, but she wasn’t my ideal woman,
nevertheless
I was fascinated by her.
Every
time I went on quests and I came back home after two months, he
seemed she was different to me: sometime she changed her hair,
another one she has make-up on her eyes, which bring out her
gaze,
others she didn’t wear large clothes that sweetened her body. She
became more beautiful every time I saw her.
When
we were in the same room I perceive a subtle sexual charge, as if
she
waited for me to tempt me. I didn’t like seeing her to be with a
friend here. I had a strange behavior, since I had always tried
to
remain a friend for her.
However,
if it happened I was present when a friend of her touched a curl
to
take him near the ear, touched her hand or her cheek, I became
mad.
What
kind of man wouldn’t be tempted by her honey blonde hair, by her
green eyes treated like a grass, her long eyelashes which
attracted
my gaze, the thin nose and those emphasized cheekbones tempted me
to
touch it with the finger and the fleshly mouth that enticed me to
kiss her?
I
was compelled by them but I held on, especially when my eyes look
her
sensual body, with the right curve and the flourishing and full
breast.
I
hasn’t seen Cassandra since two months and suddenly she became
another person, thinner than I remembered.
I
moved towards her slowly, observing her I turned around the
writing
table.
Cassandra
smiled, but observing her more carefully, I noticed her cheeks
had
become red and her eyes were so fleeting. She had take her eyes
off
me when I stopped in front of her, those green irises crossed
mine.
«Welcome
back, you has gone away for a very long time» She said and I
noticed, amused, she blushed even better.
I
nodded «Yes, I have».
I
saw her to give me her hand to say hello but her imperceptible
hesitation made me react, for the first time, differently. I
shook
her hands bringing her towards me. Our bodies had a contact and I
perceived her sweet weight. I hugged her, inebriating me of her
smell, a flower mix which reminded me of the East.
Cassandra
seemed to be made for me, her curves shaped on my body and I was
upset by that discovery. If I thought I would be able to control
my
excitement, I was totally wrong. Even though we had clothes, it
was
as I felt her tough nipples through the tissue rubbing against my
skin.
It
was a dangerous game to imagine it and feeling her to give in to
me
even more.
I
would never have thought to see her eyes to become unbelieving to
my
act and to glow of desire, it was sufficient to upset me.
Though
I didn’t leave her, I pretended my penis wasn’t erected as a
spear against her womb or thinking how it would have been to kiss
her
mouth.
Her
hot breathing blew on my skin and just for a moment her lips
touched
my chin. My penis, by contrast, was so alive under the jeans
zipper.
After
the situation could be out of control or San could ask something,
I
backed off, but she got away having a seat.
«Why
are you fixing me?» She asked tilting her head, smiling me.
I
looked away and slowly I saw her body, noticing every detail of
the
tissue which signed up her voluptuous shapes and showed her long
and
thin legs.
“
How
long did she have it in that way?”
I
thought.
Not
only did I discover she lost weight, but there was something
different in her, but everything could be, it showed a sexual
charge
which whoever stopped to look at her was attracted.
«I
believe you missed something to your dress» I replied laughing in
order to hide my pleasure on seeing that shapes. «Did you play
being
a seamstress?»
I
saw her cheeks to become red meanwhile she was leaning against
the
couch.
«Even
if I had done it?» She replied quickly «I don’t understand what
the problem could be».
I
see her face arching my eyebrow.
«Think
of those poor men out there to whom you would cause a pneumonic
crisis» I mocked, satisfied for seeing her so embarrassed «Or
worse
a stroke».
«I
could cause it, but it wouldn’t be my problem»
I
came forward and as I had well imagined, the tissue of the dress
was
raised and I could notice her black panties. I supposed it was a
bloody thong.
And
immediately I had another image in my mind: a man who enjoyed it
and
I became angry.
It
was the first time I saw Cassandra with a different external
appearance, more aggressive, sensual and maybe too sexy. She had
changed, becoming explosive. Everybody could have looked at her.
She
had decided to dare and I felt lost, because I want her, desire
her
and, moreover, I would have kidnapped her and close her in my own
house.
I
observed her open lips and in that moment I felt the impulse, as
it
happened in the last months, to kiss the, to taste them in order
to
understand if they were so velvety as I thought.