Clarissa’s Tender Seduction of Me

Clarissa’s fingers brushed across my stomach, smoothing the thin fabric of the emerald green evening dress to my body. It was a sensation so intimate, so tender, that I drew an involuntary breath at the sparks it sent through me. Her hand moved up to cup my breast, gently squeezing it and tracing her finger around the very visible nipple. I gave a kind of sigh, and my head went back, my shoulders up, thrusting my tits out for her use.

She smiled, her dark brown eyes glinting with desire, as she took my other breast in her hand, taking the nipple between thumb and forefinger. I gasped in arousal, feeling my panties soaking between my legs. There was no longer any pretence that her attentions were anything other than the sexual seduction of an inexperienced girl by a confident mature woman.

‘And here,’ she breathed in my ear, as she moved closer still, one hand slipping away from the breast it had been playing with to slide across my ass, running the thumb down between my buttocks, pressing the sheer fabric into my ass cleft.

‘Oh!’ I sobbed, as her questing fingers found the damp gusset of my panties, tugged it aside, and I felt the probing of her fingertips on my pussy lips, testing out my wetness and openness. I was nearly fainting, and to steady myself turned towards her and put my hands on her shoulders.

‘Please,’ I replied, ‘have me… take me… do it, I want it, I want you too.’ Clarissa’s face lit up with a smile of pleasure, and she took me by the hand. ‘This way,’ she said, leading me deeper into the shop, further from the prying eyes of the world.

‘I want you, babe, I want you now!’ she whispered, her voice husky with desire, as she drew me closer, her lips brushing against mine in a gentle, tantalizing kiss. I felt my body melt into hers, my heart pounding in my chest, as I surrendered to the passion that had been building between us for so long.

‘Let’s go,’ she whispered, breaking the kiss, her eyes blazing with desire, as she took my hand and led me further into the back of the shop. I followed her, my heart racing with anticipation, my body burning with desire.

Clarissa led me to a secluded door marked ‘Private’ at the back of the shop, its existence almost camouflaged by the changing room. She unlocked it and ushered me through, inviting me to enter a tastefully decorated room with a soft peach hue that seemed to envelop me in a soothing warmth.

The room was medium-sized, with a huge double bed as its centerpiece, its mattress covered in a large peach satin sheet. The only window was shrouded in closed drapes, casting the space in a warm, intimate glow. Clarissa slipped off her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes never leaving mine as I stood beside the bed.

‘You look stunning, as always,’ I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Clarissa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and continued to undress, revealing a beautiful example of a woman on the cusp between her lively 20s and more stately 30s.

‘I’m glad you like it,’ she said, her voice husky with desire. She slipped off her shoes and sank to her knees in front of me, her hands tracing a path up the inside of my legs. I gasped as she parted my thighs, her fingers dancing across my skin.

‘You’re so responsive,’ she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. ‘I love it.’ She leaned in, her tongue parting my labia, and I felt a wave of desire wash over me. I was trembling with anticipation as she teased me open, her fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony.

‘You’re so wet,’ she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. ‘I love the way you respond to me.’ She rose to her feet, a smile spreading across her face, and gestured for me to lie down on the bed.

I complied, my heart pounding in my chest. Clarissa climbed onto the bed beside me, her eyes never leaving mine as she reached out to touch me. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ she whispered, her fingers tracing a path across my skin.

‘I feel like I’m going to explode,’ I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Clarissa smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire, and leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were soft and gentle, but I could feel the passion simmering just beneath the surface.

‘I want to taste you,’ she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, and Clarissa leaned in to take my nipple into her mouth. I gasped as she teased it with her tongue, and then she reached down to touch me, her fingers parting my thighs.

‘You’re so wet,’ she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. ‘I love the way you respond to me.’ She leaned in, her tongue parting my labia, and I felt a wave of desire wash over me.

‘I want to be inside you,’ she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, and Clarissa reached for the dildo, her eyes never leaving mine as she prepared to take me.

‘This is going to be good,’ she said, her voice filled with anticipation. ‘I promise you that.’ I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, and Clarissa leaned in to kiss me, her lips soft and gentle.

We began to move in perfect harmony, the dildo gliding in and out of us as we worked together to reach a climax. I felt myself building towards a peak, my body tense with desire.

‘I’m close,’ I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Clarissa smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire, and leaned in to kiss me. We reached a climax together, our bodies tensed and trembling as we rode the wave of pleasure.

We collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and spent. Clarissa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and leaned in to kiss me. ‘That was amazing,’ she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

‘I know,’ I said, my voice barely above a whisper. ‘It was incredible.’ Clarissa smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire, and leaned in to kiss me again.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I realized that I had never felt this way before. It was as if we were connected on a deep, primal level, our bodies and minds working together in perfect harmony.

‘I’m so glad I met you,’ I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Clarissa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and leaned in to kiss me.

‘Me too,’ she said, her voice husky with desire. ‘Me too.’

As Clarissa’s lips brushed against my nipples, her fingers danced across my clit, sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that washed over me. When I finally collapsed back onto the couch, Clarissa settled beside me, our legs intertwining as her pussy brushed gently against mine.

Her fingers wove through my hair, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. But it was short-lived, as she turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘I could use an assistant at the shop on Saturdays,’ she said, her voice husky. ‘It’s the busiest time of the week, but I’m not sure I can pay much. Would you be interested in a part-time job?’ I felt my heart skip a beat at the prospect of working with her, and the promise of regular encounters that came with it.

‘There are perks, of course,’ she added, her eyebrows arching suggestively. ‘You’ll get to know some of the customers quite intimately.’ I couldn’t help but laugh at her innuendo, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

‘Oh, yes, please!’ I exclaimed, barely containing my excitement. ‘When can I start?’ Clarissa chuckled, giving my breast a playful squeeze. ‘You’re a find,’ she said, her voice warm. ‘Send my thanks to Sally-Jayne.’ With a glance at her watch, she stood up, her expression regretful. ‘I have to close the shop, but there’s an en suite bathroom with a shower. Take your time.’ I nodded, still reeling from the offer, and made my way to the bathroom.

When I emerged thirty minutes later, Clarissa was chatting with a customer – a stunning redhead who looked familiar. Clarissa excused herself, and I quickly paid for the emerald green ball gown, which she discounted by two-thirds with a wink. ‘This is your first staff discount,’ she said, smiling. ‘Be here on Saturday at 9.30 prompt,’ she added, handing me the package. ‘Enjoy the prom.’ I couldn’t help but think that I was in for a treat, one that had nothing to do with the ball.