She stood at the counter in the post office with two small children, maybe a year apart, four and five. Although I normally didn't go after blondes, there was something about this one - something that I still can not put my finger on. Yes, she was quite pretty but I've seen many other pretty woman around and none struck me like she had. She was tall, maybe an inch shorter than I, and the jeans she wore... Well, they left little up to the imagination, and I did not mind.
I dropped the bin of packages off, and as I did so, she turned to look at me - her gaze lingered a moment - and then they returned to the task at hand. Whatever she was doing - mailing a package, buying stamps - I didn't take note of or care.
She had on designer sunglasses, so her eyes and their color were forever left up to my imagination, but she was definitely on the pretty side of the scale. Her white shirt, modest in contrast to her jeans, revealed a modest bust as well. Although some guys prefer far larger breasts, I thought her's were perfect for her, and instead of drawing attention away from her beauty as a whole, it complimented the rest of her features and enhanced her looks.
I left the post office, not just with lingering thoughts of the beauty inside, but with different ideas running through my brain. Thoughts that I rarely find myself seriously focusing on, if ever.
How would I seduce this woman.
The images of her slender body, her hair, the clothing she wore, her glasses, the way she moved and handled herself in that brief moment that we existed in the same room were all things I believed I could learn from, and learn how to seduce her from.
People lie, as certain TV show characters like to repeat, and it's true. But the things people surround themselves with tell a truer story than most people's words. They can reveal many things about a person. You can learn more in fifteen minutes by being in someone's house than you can with two hours worth of conversation with someone.
And from that knowledge, came the power to get under her skin, make her smile, laugh, to get inside her head and to seduce her...
Had I gone crazy? What was I truly thinking? To decide to actively seduce a woman with two children and whom was likely married as well? Not to mention the balls/ego these thoughts carried along with them, and the morals involved with such an act!
Thoughts like that always stop me in my tracks, and clear my mind. The powerful images of slow seduction and passionate taboo sex are easily overpowered by the morals involved with broken families, and crushing guilt.
But for a moment that day, in my mind, I seduced the beautiful mother at the post office. |