Seducing Mr. Miller #70 (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

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Seducing Mr. Miller

My self-prescribed foreplay was going perfectly. I was out on the deck beside the pool in my grey and neon pink striped bikini, reading some exquisite erotica from some of my favourite bloggers. I was hot and randy, to say the least. I liked to be wriggling and wet by the time I slip up to my condo to select the sex-toy-de-jour. This shared pool was worth the extra fees, it was clean, saltwater and private from the world with tall shrubs, fences and trees.

I usually do this on the weekends or evenings after work, but I had the day off today. I covertly thumbed a nipple at an unusually hot fingering scene. The sound of the gate made me pause and look up. Pool boy? Now that would be a fun fantasy to live out. No, it was just Mr. Miller. He’s more than twice my age, balding and newly divorced. In the past four months, I’ve noticed the effort he’s put into losing his beer belly and to dress better. He smiled, nodded and dove into the water.

I watched him swim a few laps and wondered if he was suffering from shrinkage or if he could overcome the cool water to sport a rod. Since I was in lewd mode, my mind was urging me to play. Curiosity overrode my inhibitions, and I wanted to see if I could entice the athletic man. This was risky, anyone could come anytime, I could recover quickly enough if that’s the case.

“Why not? It could be fun to try to seduce Mr. Miller.” I muttered.

I bent my knees placing my feet flat on the lounge chair and parted my legs just a little more than is decent. He noticed. His dark eyes darted my way as he slowed in the water. I stared right at him, so he had no question as to my intention. With my kindle in one hand, I freed a breast from my bikini top with the other. Listening for anyone approaching, I artfully played with my handful, and Mr. Miller stopped swimming and moved to the side of the pool. Now that I had his complete attention, I relinquished my breast, slid my manicured hand down over the grey and neon pink striped crotch of my bikini and rubbed. I gave up on the kindle, set it down and rolled my exposed nipple before slipping my other hand behind the fabric below.

I kept my eyes locked on Mr. Miller; his went from my eyes to my exposed breast, down to my working hand and back up to repeat. The small quivering orgasm came quickly from the thrill of being watched and the risk of being caught. I took my hand out, covered my breast and stuck my finger in my mouth. As I sucked the warm juices from my index, Mr. Miller got out of the pool.

He was pushing his shorts out, and I smiled. “Why Mr. Miller, you should put that away.” I leered, turned and picked up my kindle as I stood from the lounge. “Perhaps somewhere warmer than the pool?”

“It’s a heated pool, Emma.”

“And I’m a heated woman. I think option two is far warmer and cozier place don’t you?”

He grabbed his towel and keys, and he followed me. I had a ground floor condo, it was my brothers before he took job six thousand miles away. I took over the mortgage happily. It’s a beautiful place. He closed the door behind us. I was feeling empowered by this man who I am seducing. It was like a power trip.

“Off with the shorts, I don’t want water dripped on my carpet.”

Without hesitation, he dropped the trunks to the tile with a wet thud. Not bad, I thought. Not huge, not small, perfect for what I need.

“I must be dreaming.”

“How tacky,” I chuckled and moved to wrap my hand around him. “You can do better than that Mr. Miller. Here’s the deal. I want to fuck, but I don’t want you getting all emotional or attached. This is sex and nothing else.”

“Emma, You’re younger than my daughter.”

“I’m twenty one, and I’m tight, hot and horny too. I know you’re not dating, I’m single and really need a cock to play with for a while.” I gently stroked the hard flesh.

“Fuck you just say what you want?”

Did I? This was fun. I sure as hell could say whatever I want. Who would he tell? Who would believe him?

“Why not?” I said and put my hand on his cool chest. “Do you want to feel the soft walls of my dripping honeypot grip your cock or not?”

“Grip, definitely grip. Oh God…”

I released his hard dick. “Good.”

I beckoned him to follow me to my bedroom. I retrieved a condom and put it on him in a sexy teasing way. I then turned, bent at the waist and gripped the foot-board of my bed. I was unbelievably hot from this. I’ve never done anything so brazen before. I was talking to him as if I’d planned this as if I knew what I was doing. I wasn’t in charge here, my pussy was. Three cheers for my pussy, I thought as he pushed into me from behind.

“Oh, Mr. Miller you are a good fit.” I was enjoying the confident Emma from earlier why stop now? “Now, fuck me hard and make me come.”

“Goddamn Emma, you are tight and hot.”

He dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me back as he thrust into me. I was as ready for fucking as ever, and I yipped and groaned my approval with each slam of our bodies. This was a tremendous spontaneous idea. I held onto the foot-board with one hand and reached the other to finger my clit as he ferociously plunged into me. I was blinded by pleasure and the need for it to go somewhere. The grunting and huffing behind me were sexy. I can’t believe I did it, I seduced an older man, and he was eager to please. That realization sent me over. I clamped down on his cock, he howled, and with two more strokes, he jerked hard and came.

“That was exactly what I needed,” I said and turned.

He was holding his knees and breathing heavy. “Me too, fuck it’s been too long.”

“How long?” I asked.

“About a year and a half.”

“Shit.” I quirked a sultry smile at him as the stood and raked his eyes over my body. “I better get you back in shape if you want to find a decent woman, Mr. Miller.”

“You want to do this again?”

“Duh, yes.” I retrieved my cell phone, “Give me your number, and I’ll text you. Then you can think of my tight pink pussy and text me when you want to fuck.”

“You’ll leave that up to me?”

“Fuck no. It goes both ways. I’m sure I can coax you to life when I need a fuck.”

He gave me his number, and I texted him immediately.

“Are there rules?” He asked after disposing of the condom.

“Always wrap it, no dates, dinner, or conversation. No gifts, I’m not dating you. This is sex only. Make it more, and it’s over.”

He nodded, put his still wet swim trunks on and left. Good man, I think I’ll keep him for a while and explore my newly discovered confidence.

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11 comments on “Seducing Mr. Miller #70 (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

  1. Nel says:

    Lol, she turned into a dominatrix! Mr. Miller wasn’t ready but he’ll be having fun in the future!

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  2. More appetite than desire. I enjoyed this appetizer

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Kayla Lords says:

    I like a woman who knows what she wants. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. […] Even better, he got more than he bargained for in the best possible way. She’s definitely seducing Mr. Miller. I don’t think he knows what hit him but he’ll definitely be back for […]

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  5. Well told. I enjoyed this story very much. It’s hard to make me care about characters in such a short amount of time, but when it can be accomplished, I’m hooked.

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