Seduced By A Thief

Carefully she turned, brushing the back of her fingers against his shaft. She wore nothing but the dress and wondered if he enjoyed the thought of it. Cara began to move off and paused, running her fingers over his chest and then down. “I’d have you for dinner...but as it seems he doesn’t agree I think I’ll have to settle for steak.” She had tapped the head of his soft mass and smiled playfully before heading out of the room.

“You’d think a man that could kiss like you do could at least show a bit of pleasure at having a naked woman dress in front of you. Perhaps it’s broken...what a shame. Bet you forgot your little blue pills too, seeing as you were going to beat the hell out of me and then kill me. Hey, maybe you only get a hard on if you smack the lady around a bit. Kinky, but just a bit to kinky for me.” She giggled and headed towards the kitchen. He wanted to make her life hell, well she could give as good as she got. How long could he stand to live in the same house as she did if he hated her so damn much?
 
Cara tried more to get him to do something with her. He hand on his soft cock, caressing his chest, even talking about it, but he would not do anything about it. She would want him, but not get him. She left the room and he pulled on his pants, but left his shirt off. He followed her out as she went on about something strange that he mostly ignored. She was obviously trying to get him to prove he didn't need kinky things or blue pills. He would not fall for it. He went and sat on the couch, relaxing.
 
Cara smiled softly as she watched him enter the room, pants pulled up. At least he wasn’t talking any more. As he sat on the couch she flipped on the screen and watched as another movie began to play. Movie stations were about the only thing that she’d unlocked on her satellite as she didn’t care for much else. The movie was good and even had a couple of mild sex scenes in it.

Without asking she took a beer from the fringe and took it to him, not bothering for the moment to even try to tempt him. Without speaking she went back and began to prep things for dinner. Steaks were going to be cooked out on the grill, bake potatoes and a Caesar salad sounded perfect.
 
He did not bother saying anything as she turned on the tv and a movie started playing. it was an interesting one that he'd seen before. It was good though, with some nice acting. At one point she surprised him by bringing him a beer and she didn't do anything other than that. She went into the kitchen and started to make dinner. If he had been a normal guest he would have done something to help, but at the moment he was not happy with her and would not do anything, at least not yet. Maybe if things changed a little he'd be willing to help, but for now, he was not.
 
Cara got everything ready and took the steaks out to the patio. There she fired up the grill and watched as the sun slowly began to sink beyond the house. If she'd thought of it she could have had two grills so that she could cook and watch the sunset, but that was a waiste. Softly she began to hum as she flipped the steaks. For a moment she wondered how he liked his, but she'd be damned if she'd be nice enough to ask. He'd get it medium rare and like it. Besides it was better for him.

When the food was all cooked she made his plate, taking small bowls of sour cream and butter, on a tray. She set it on the table before him. There was yet another beer on the tray as well. Without so much as a smiling glance at him she rose and went back to the kitchen, taking her plate out to the patio and the table that sat just beyond the grill.

Cara had long since enjoyed the silence once dinner was done she went back in, setting her plate in the sink and then gathered all his things onto the tray and took it back into the kitchen. She brought him another beer and this time paused at his side, facing away from him. Her voice was soft when she spoke. "I'm going for a swim. There is fresh apple pie in the fridge as well as home made ice cream in the freezer." With that she left him to the tv and beer.

Her dress was slipped over head and laid over the lounge chair on the beach. For a moment she stood under the moons shimmering rays, eyes closed and face tilted to the stars above. Her silken tresses dangled along her back, caressing the top of her firm, shapely rear.
 
Kevin watched the tv and drank the beer. Soon he could smell the meat cooking. It was a nice scent. Every once in a while he glanced out at Cara cooking with the grill. She looked happy out there. Other than the thieving and being a bitch sometimes, she did seem nice, but that did not make up for what she did.

She brought him his food and he smiled at her as a way of thanks. The food looked great and there was another beer on the tray. He didn't really think about it and ate it all. He also drank the beer. It was great. He finished a while later and she took everything back to the kitchen. She brought him another beer amd then said she was going for a swim as well as where dessert was. He drank the beer as he watched her out the window. As she pulled off her dress, he felt his cock harden a little and he couldn't stop it. The beer had affected him and he was unable to think as well as before and unable to control himself as much. He just hoped she continued to avoid tempting him. He forced himsef to not wath her any more and sat in the kitchen eating pie and ice cream.
 
A soft wind began to stir as she crept into the water. She swam for a bit and then floated. When the last of the days stress melted away she began to make her way back to the house, stopping only to gather her dress up. There was no point in putting on when she’d have to take a shower to wash the salt off anyways. When she entered the house she paused, smiling softly as she watched him eat.

At least he seemed happy. Water dripped over her breasts and down her back as she moved towards the kitchen. She didn’t speak to him or bother him. Instead she went straight for the fridge and poured herself a glass of wine. Her eyes moved to the big screen, watching as yet another movie was beginning. Her delicate fingers held the glass softly as she sipped the white nectar. Sparing him a soft smile she moved behind him and wandered off towards her bedroom, hips swaying softly, breasts gently bouncing. It was nothing that was planned, just the way she happened to move.
 
He stayed in the kitchen and avoided watching Cara out the window. However, looking at her was unavoidable when she came back into the house. She was naked and soaking wet. Dropplets of water ran along her smooth skin. She went to the fridge and seemed to ignore him. He was happy about that. He looked at her drinking her wine and felt himself harden more within his pants. He hoped she did not notice. Luckily, she walked off toward the bedroom. Unfortunately, the way she walked held his eyes on her. His cock started to strain against the fabric of his pants. He went back to watch the tv, hoping to distract himself and allow his erection to go down before she noticed.
 
Cara didn't linger in the shower this time. Instead she merely rised the salt from her body and scented it with a special oil that kept her skin soft and smelling sensual and exotic. Once done she slipped into a shear night gown that boasted both a low neckline and an even lower back. The edge of the back caressed the top of her rear as the front seemed to cling softly to the edges of her breasts. She didn't bother with panties as she liked sleeping in the nude anyways.

Taking her wine she went back into the other rooms, turning lights off as she noticed he was back on the couch. When all were off she lit a few candles and curled up on the other end of the couch, tucking her legs up besided her. The slit in the side of the gown parted revealing shapely legs and a bare rear. She didn't bother to correct it. After all he was the one that had invited himself to stay. With a soft smile curling her lips she sat, watching the movie.

Cara snuggled against the arm of the chair, feeling the top of the gown edge over to reveal most of her creamy breast as the bottom move further up to expose more of her flesh below.
 
It was not long before Cara was back out of her bedroom. He looked over at her and noticed her wearing very little. She looked quite sexy. She turned off all the lights. Then she lit candles. He was wondering if she just did that all the time or whether it was something to do with him there. She sat on the couch in a way that really showed off her body. The more she shifted, the more she revealed of her body. He was unable to ignore it and his cock hardened more. He bit his lower lip and tried to focus on the movie. The alcohol in his system was definitely having an effect on him. He hoped she did not try anything because he might not be able to resist. He should not have had all the beer.
 
Cara found her eyes growing heavy and slid further down the couch taking her gown with her. She was bare now to the night air and his eyes and thought nothing of it. After all he’d invited himself into her home. It wasn’t long before she drifted off and in her sleep she curled into the couch and then out again, stretching her legs until they lay on his lap.

Soft murmurs whispered from her tender lips, feet softly moving over his lap as she drifted. She sighed and sat up, halfway between where she was and where he sat. Without opening her eyes she fell to the other side, curling against him now. One hand curled under her breast as the other lay against his lap, her head laying over it. She lay like a child snuggled up against a favored pillow. Cara nuzzled and purred as she slept on, smiling softly.
 
He noticed Cara seeming to drift off to sleep. A lot of her body ended up revealed to him and that did not help with his arousal going down. She curled up and her legs ended up stretching out and laying on his lap. Her legs and feel moved, softly rubbing hisw hardened cock through his pants. He bit his lip and focused on the tv.

Suddenly, she sat up and then fell back to the other side. Now her head was in his lap. Her hand was on his lap and her head over top her hand. She pressed down against the stiff shaft. She seemed happy there and relaxed. that was the complete opposite of him. He was very nervous. He was a little afraid of what might happen if she woke up. He did not move in case that happened. He sat back in his seat and watched the tv, trying hard to focus on it and hoping his erection would go down, but it did not, and he feared it would not until she was off of him.
 
She drifted in sleep and then into dreams. Cara found herself standing on the beach, watching as the water gently rolled into shore. In the distance the sun was just setting casting the sky in a miracle of color. Slowly her gaze came down and rested upon Kevin. He was walking towards the shore and her, smiling. A soft moan slipped from her as she slept. Cara gently moved over his lap snuggling in as the dream moved on.

She watched him draw closer and closer. He wore nothing but shorts and that warm smile that seemed to always shimmer in his eyes. Slowly she began to step into the water, going to him. They stepped together and he wrapped her in his strong arms, drawing her hard against his body, whispering how he needed her, missed her. Cara smiled warmly and whispered his name.

Softly he began to kiss her, sweeping her into his arms and carried her towards the house. In her slip Cara’s hand wrapped about the hard shaft, stroking it as she was doing within the dream to his hair. Within her mind Kevin laid her upon the sand and gently began to trail her form with his lips, leaving a trail of flames behind. The mere heat of her dream slowly began to wake her. But then dreams were odd like that, waking you just as they got good.

Still half asleep she rose, feeling his large mass between her fingers, and smiled. “Mmm I was having such a wonderful dream Kevin...” Her voice was still thick from sleep and velvety in tone. Slowly she pulled herself up, curling up on his lap with her arms laced about his neck. “Kiss me...please.” But even as she asked her lips brushed warmly over his.
 
Kevin had no idea what Cara was dreaming, but whatever it was, it was making her moan and snuggle closer to his lap. He thought he heard her whisper his name a few times. He sighed. That was just want he needed, her dreaming of him. Suddenly he felt her hand grip his cock and start to stroke it. He wondered if she really was asleep or not.

She then started to get up. She smiled at him and he looked at her nervously. She told him she'd been having a nice dream. Her voice sounded sexy. She moved and curled up in his lap. Her arms were around him. She asked him to kiss her while at the same time starting to kiss him anyway. He could not resist. His arms wrapped around her and his lips pressed against hers and he gave her the kiss she wanted from him. It felt very nice. It felt even better than their first kiss at the hotel. His eyes even closed and he relaxed into it, less nervous. In the back of his mind he cursed the beer he'd had to drink and how it was effecting him.
 
Cara snuggled into him, drawn by the warmth of his body and the strength in his arms. She felt him relax and give into the moment. Her lips softly moved over his in a slow rhythm meant for tasting and exploring. Careless fingers combed through is hair as she drank the taste of him.

This wasn’t a dream but it sure felt that way. How long had she wondered what it would be like in his arms, but never did she believe it would feel so perfect. Carefully she drew back, braking the kiss gently, and gazed into his eyes, cupping his face. It had to be a dream. No male had ever had this effect on her.

Sighing softly she leaned in and nuzzled his neck a moment before feathering kisses over his neck. Her body, other than hands and lips, sat still on his lap. Cara didn’t want to tease him and she could already feel his need throbbing between them. With him so very angry with her Cara wasn’t sure if she would let it go past this. He’d only be cruel and claim it was the beer, though it had only been a few.
 
Kevin could no longer resist her. She felt so good sitting in his lap, kissing him. Her hadns ran through his hair and he found his hands carssing her back softly. It felt very good. He was really enjoying the comfortable position. After a little while, she stopped kissing him and pulled back slightly. She looked into his eyes and he returned the gaze. Her hands cupped his face. She was soon nuzzling his neck. He kissed hr softly wherever his lips contacted her skin.

He held her upper body close. His hips naturally started grinding against her. He couldn't help it, she'd caused him to become aroused. He wasn't sure if he'd even have been able to resist without the beer, it was possible that it would not have made a difference. He blamed himself for this. He should have ignored her completely and moved at the first sign of her shifting onto his lap. Now he was stuck, but he liked it.
 
A soft moan moved over her tender lips as he began to move beneath her. Carefully she shifted just a bit, removing her hands from his hair to lift her gown, and sat so that as he moved he could feel the warmth from her folds. Cara could feel the heat rising between them, feel the folds of her sex moisten with each pass his hips made. Now with her gown pooling at her hips she could feel his shaft gentle stroke her through his pants.

Again she sat back, but this time it was to slowly slip one strap over her shoulder and then the other. “Dream with me Kevin...let the world melt away till I am all you desire.” With a shrug of her shoulders the gown slid down to reveal her full bosom.
 
He heard her soft moan and smiled at her. She moved and lifted up her gown. She was now sitting on top of him, her naked pussy right against the bulge in his pants. He felt the warmth as he rubbed against it. He let out a soft moan of his own. Soon she was creating a damp spot on his pants.

She sat up once more. This time she dropped the straps of her gown. He watched her in silence. He listened to her words and smiled. She made one small move and the gown dropped, revealing her breasts. He moved and slowly pulled off his shirt and dropped it off the couch. His hands then went to her belly and caressed her skin softly before sliding up and over her breasts. He started to gently rub and massage them. He gazed into her eyes and smiled. He loved how she felt.
 
Cara’s eyes fluttered a moment, feeling his hands upon her flesh, and then closed at the way he touched her. The feel of his rough hands upon her smooth skin caused flames to run over her flesh. Before her was a man that could drive her wild with a single touch, but she’d not give him that power, not yet.

Slowly her hips began to circle over his lap, rubbing his mass between her lips and teasing her clit with the bulging head. For a moment she wanted to rip his shorts from him and with a quick thrust drive him deep inside her, but with as mad as he’d been she wanted to take her time. The need to have him truly desire her was greater than the need to feel his cock.

She leaned back offering her breasts for his pleasure. Her hands moved to his thighs, gently needing them as she moved.
 
He enjoyed the way she responded to his touch. She really seemed to be getting a lot of pleasure from his hands. Her hips started moving against him, rubbing his cock. She was starting to drive him wild. His hard shaft ached for her. He could not hold back his moans. She leaned back and her hands rubbed his thighs.

He let go of her tits with his hands and let them go to her hips. He then leaned forward and started to kiss all over her soft breasts. His lips moved over every bit of them. Whenever they pased over a nipple, his tongue flicked out against it. She tasted great. He was soon sucking on one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around it. One of his hands came up to play with her other nipple.
 
Her back arched, offering what he already took. The feel of his lips roaming her breasts caused soft gasps between the gentle moans. Did he realize how wild he drove her, how such a simple pleasure would always be her undoing? His face ran before her closed eyes and the hate she’d seen there made her whimper a moment. It was look Cara hoped to never see again. It was this that had her slowing her movements until they were slow and passionate. If she was to be granted only this one chance at forgiveness then she would make it so hot, so passionate that he’d forget the anger.

Each new flick of his tongue sent flames racing over her body. It was taking all her control to keep from ripping what cloths he wore, off. Her hips rolled in a gentle circle over his hard cock, wishing he was already deep inside. But there was time. Her hands feathered over his shoulder and down his sides, a single nail flicked over his nipple before trailing down to the edge of his pants. There she played softly till his skin warmed under her touch.

Already her breaths were a bit shallow, but she calmed herself and thought of his needs. Carefully her fingers slid beneath the waist of his pants to dance about the head of his mass. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, but she couldn’t bring herself to remove him from her breasts.
 
She gave him her breast and he took it and did all he could think of to it. She gasped and moaned and he loved hearing every sound that came from her. He was forgetting his annoyance and anger with her for the moment. She slowed down and made everything even more passionate. Her body moved against him causing him to become very hard.

Her hands moved over him slowly. He enjoyed her touch. He felt her play with the edge of his pants. Soon she slipped her hand beneath the cloth and took hold of his hardened shaft. He moaned into her breast. A moment later he released it and raised his head. He immediately pressed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply. His hand moved down between her legs and started to rub her pussy softly.
 
Cara no long cared why or how he'd gotten there, only that he had. His lips on her breasts caused her to gasp at the pleasure. She couldn't keep silent when everything he did drove her mad. She felt his hardening and fought to stay where she was. A need was quickly rising to taste and feel more, but there was a soft voice, fading with each passing moment, to move slowly till the heat was a raging fire.

The depth of his kiss sent her fingers diving into his pants, wrapping around his hard shaft to slowly and softly tease. They gently began to slide up and down, stroking. She wouldn't be the only one driven mad. Hell he'd already stolen more nights from her then she cared to remember. But in teasing him she found it only drew the need for him further to the surface. Carefully her thumb rubbed over the head before gliding back down his shaft.
 
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Her teasing was much more than he could handle. He wanted and needed her desperately. She had her hooks in him now and he knew he was not getting free any time soon. Yet, he knew he had to stay in control as much as possible. So he moved fast. He took hold of her and pulled her off his lap. He tossed her to the side on the couch. He then immediately moved beside the couch and put a hnd between her legs and a hand onto her chest to keep her down.

He pushed two fingers quickly into her pussy. His hand on her chest started to play with one of her breasts. He leaned down and locked his mouth onto the other breast. He started to kiss, suck, and nibble on it. He held her down on the couch and did all he could to make her feel good. He wanted to hear her asking, maybe even begging for him to fuck her before he did anything else. He had to maintain control of the situation. If he let her get control of him, then he did not know what she would do to him or make him do. He was not worried about that night, but about the future.
 
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