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  Sweet Seduction

  By Don Draco

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  Living near Lake Michigan means you become familiar with the term, Lake Effect Snow, most likely during your first winter there. As the snow begins to fall it seems like the predictions of the weatherman were wrong again, just more fear-mongering for TV ratings or something. Send everyone to the grocery store in a panic for no reason. But then while you're distracted with other things the snow keeps falling. The snow is a tortoise and you are a hare. Seems like last time you looked out the window there was only a slight dusting, but now there's six inches on the ground and another six, possibly twelve are on the way.

  Then it pours big flakes of snow on the ground and everything is covered in cold mashed potatoes. It's a nice view from inside a warm, toasty home but with a shovel in your hands, your fingers frozen and stiff, even through two pairs of gloves, each unique little snowflake becomes your enemy. And there are millions of them, invading your world, parachuting down from the heavens.

  I finished shoveling the snow from my driveway, knowing I'd have to do it again in the morning, but also knowing it was better to shovel six inches twice than deal with a foot of snow at once. My whole body was hot and sweating, my face cold and my nose running, my fingers and toes freezing, as I unpeeled my many layers of clothing. I made myself some hot chocolate and plopped down in front of the TV in my boxer shorts and an old t-shirt. This couch wasn't very comfortable to sit on, but it was a dream to lay on.

  I won the battle of Monday morning with my snow shovel and my aching back, but no one gave me a medal. I just took a pain reliever and a shower, then dressed for work. My job was boring but it gave me a lot of time to get to know my bored co-workers in the office too.

  I hoped I worked with Rosa today. I hoped she didn't call off because she couldn't get out in the snow. I hoped she still dressed in heels and stockings that covered her sexy legs and a skirt that I could imagine being lucky enough to be underneath. I hoped she wore a skirt that was too tight, one she wanted to tell herself was her size but really wasn't. Because I wanted to watch her fat ass fight against her clothing when she walked. Rosa has these deliciously thick thighs that I desperately want to use as ear muffs. These thoughts made a mundane Monday morning something a little more cheerful, something full of hope. Perverted hope, but it still counts.

  “God really gave Mother Nature a facial, didn't he?”

  “Oh my god,” Rosa burst out laughing, it was loud and full of joy and it made me like her, it made me want her. I could just keep her in my pocket and carry her around, she was so damned cute, and curvy in all the right places.

  “This. This is why I am your friend,” said Rosa.

  I beamed a smile at her in response as I surveyed her body.

  “I wasn't too loud, was I?”

  “That's what she said, and no, we're the only ones here so far. Jim called and said he wasn't going to bother coming in today and Laura is stuck in San Diego with all that terrible sunshine and warm temperatures and whatnot so it looks like it is just us today,” I said.

  “Well, I don't think we'll be getting much work done then,” said Rosa. My cock throbbed as my fantasies ran wild in my head, but I knew she meant that we would just joke around and goof off with each other while doing some occasional work. Like usual, but moreso today.

  “Do we ever?”

  I watched her stomp snow off of her boots as she took her coat off. Rosa had worn pants, I was slightly disappointed it wasn't a skirt, but it was understandable in the weather. At least the pants were nice and tight, just like I imagined her ass to be, as I watched her walk to the coffee machine and then she turned to me with a look.

  “What? I make terrible coffee, I did you a favor,” I said.

  “You did me a favor by doing nothing?”

  “Makes sense, doesn't it?”

  “Typical man, want me to wait on you hand and foot,” Rosa teased.

  “Well, if you're offering,” I smirked, joking yet serious, “Cream and sugar, please.”

  “You give me the cream, I'll give you the sugar,” she said, suggestively.

  I tried to think of baseball, or something, anything, besides how I wanted so badly to give Rosa my cream and how she could give me her sugar anytime. I was glad to be sitting at a desk. My cock was as hard as a baseball bat, though not quite as long or thick, thankfully.

  “No response to that?”

  “I'm up for it if you are.” Literally.

  Rosa giggled and I think she blushed but she tried to hide it. She brought me a hot steaming cup of coffee and set it down in front of me. I got a good look at her cleavage and tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at her soft flesh pouring out of her low cut shirt.

  “Here ya go, darlin',” said Rosa, in her best southern diner waitress accent.

  “Thank you, Beautiful,” I smiled, “What time do you get off?”

  “Well that's an awfully personal question,” she said, before whispering, “But usually every night before bed.”

  We laughed and then I realized that she was actually flirting back at me. Rosa seemed to realize it too and then we both composed ourselves as best we could. It was too quiet and the awkwardness hung in the air and grew by the second. It had all seemed like harmless teasing that neither of us expected to go anywhere, but now it seemed like it was more serious. Like we were stating our desires instead of just teasing one another.

  “Mind if I play some music?”

  “Just keep the twerking to a bare minimum,” I said.

  “Have you seen my ass, there is no minimum about it,” said Rosa.

  “That's why I like it so much,” I blurted.

  “Yeah, I bet you do, Sir Mix A Lot,” said Rosa, breaking the tension as her cheeks flushed a bit when she saw my embarrassment. When she realized that me telling her I liked her big ass wasn't just another fat joke. When she realized that not everyone saw her the way she saw herself. That maybe someone could love and appreciate her body, even with all the flaws she saw in the mirror that made her hate herself.

  “I believe it was George Washington who said that first and then Sir Mix A Lot made the song,” I said.

  “George Washington liked big butts?”

  “And he couldn't tell a lie,” I said.

  “I never learned that part in my history classes,” said Rosa.

  “Yeah, they always leave out the part about him liking big butts, guess they didn't want the first president to look like an uncouth pervert or something.”

  “Guess what song is stuck in my head now, jerk,” said Rosa.

  “Is it 'Back Door Man' by The Doors?”

  “Nope.”

  “Is it 'Fat Bottom Girls' by Queen?”

  “Nope.”

  “Is it...” Now I was racking my brain for more songs about butts. I was saved by the phone ringing. Ugh, turns out I'd have to do some work while I was at work.

  It was so cute how Rosa sat there with her face scrunched up in ways she didn't realize when she was frustrated. I told her she looked cute when she was angry but that just encouraged her rage to burn hotter and brighter as it flowed like lava throughout her well made body, which made her even cuter. Which made her madder, which made her cuter, it was an luscious cycle.

  There was something so wonderful and innocent about Rosa's impotent rage a
nd her unintentionally cute facial expressions that awoke something deep within my heart. Of course her body was just my type with all of her soft curves but it was her personality that really drew me to her, she seemed to be sunshine, and I was just a poor moth intensely drawn to her.

  It was a pure joy to watch Rosa dawdle with her pen, rubbing it against her lips in an unintentionally seductive way, before scribbling some lightning bolt of an idea down into her notebook. Some answer to some universally unanswerable question. I found myself trying not to stare at her beautiful features, her full lips, big bright eyes, and her shapely body. But I failed that task, I felt helpless about it. It was the best hopeless, helpless feeling you could ever ask for.

  I fell into a daydream about being able to enjoy her. I wanted to sip her like an espresso, I wanted to breathe her in like air and let her essence flow through my body. I wanted to taste her, and inhabit her body as well as her mind. I wanted to live in her, through her, with her. I wanted to know her completely, inside and out, in very dirty perverted ways and also in sweet and innocent ways. I wanted to meet her soul and kiss every inch of her thick, curvy body.

  Rosa called my name and I was startled back to reality. “Sorry, I spaced out there.” Beautiful, sweet Rosa, full of rage and sunshine, asked if I was okay with concern hidden like a shadow behind her smirk. I smiled in response and she went back to writing in her notebook.

  I sighed and glanced at the clock on the computer. It was nearing 11AM. I looked over to Rosa again. My eyes traced the curvature of her boobs and made my way down to her legs. I saw she had taken her boots off and studied the naked arch of her foot as she bounced it to the radio, thinking of how I wanted to see every single naked curve, bend, and arch that Rosa's body had to offer, then she caught me.

  “I'm sorry, they were making my feet sweat. They don't stink too bad, do they?”

  “I don't mind, I was thinking of getting naked myself,” I joked. It made sense when I said it, in my enchanted state of delirium, but now I'm not sure why I said that.

  “Go for it, I won't stop you,” she replied.

  “Well, I'd hate to distract you from Pinterest or whatever it is you do here at work.”

  “Hey, I do things, and stuff, and other things,” said Rosa.

  “Funny, I was just thinking of changing my name to Things And Stuff And Other Things.”

  “Why? So I'd do you?”

  “Well, if you insist,” I smiled and my heart beat faster.

  Rosa giggled, “You're so funny.” She blushed and tried to make herself busy. I did the same but then my eyes were drawn back to her and Rosa caught me looking again.

  “Sorry,” we said in unison. Then we both giggled and by this point it was incredibly obvious that we liked each other and we were basking in the glow of something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Maybe it was lust. There seemed to be electricity in the air, or at least in my veins. I finished typing up some boring, soul crushing data entry I was doing and decided it was a good time for more coffee. The fact that Rosa had just gotten up and headed for the coffeemaker had nothing to do with it.

  I swear.

  But not on my life.

  My cock felt engorged all morning, dirty thoughts of Rosa kept me in a constant state of arousal while just looking at her stimulated me and added fuel to the fire, but I just couldn't help myself. I even tried doing some work so I wouldn't be staring so much. I could only resist temptation for so long.

  I got close to her and I smelled her. Rosa was pouring coffee into her cup so her back was to me. I didn't know what perfume she used but she always smelled wonderful. My hands cupped her wide hips and I breathed on her neck, my lips barely traced across her soft, warm skin. I kissed my sexy co-worker's neck and I don't even know how it happened. It was not a conscious decision. One minute, I was getting coffee, the next I'm kissing her neck. My cock hardened and pushed into her generously sized ass with each desperate throb of my thickness. I heard her gasp, but it was one full of desire, and okay maybe a little shock.

  Rosa turned to face me and I saw the passion burning in her eyes. I pulled her close and she looked up at me with a bit of surprise. Like she still couldn't believe this was happening. I lowered my lips towards her and she met me with enthusiasm. Rosa seemed like she wasn't sure if this was real or if she was fantasizing, but either way she decided to go for it.

  We kissed. I was filled with a powerful excitement and joy as I explored her soft, thick lips. I wanted this moment so many times and now it was a dream come true. She tasted a little bit like coffee, but I didn't mind. I wrapped my arms around her body and she did the same to me.

  I was fascinated by the unique taste of Rosa. She had awakened a great curiosity within myself and now I wanted to taste all of her. I wanted to immerse my senses in her sweet, sexy sensuality. I had tasted with my eyes, and my tongue was only getting started. Rosa's scent intoxicated me already and I longed to smell more, I wanted to feel her naked skin against mine, and hear her moan and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I was filled with a raging desire to experience her fully, completely, deeply.

  Our tongues probed and explored with a bit of trepidation as they danced around, figuring each other out, setting the tone for future kisses to come. I hoped there were thousands of these future kisses, at least thousands, it was bliss. I sucked on her lip for a moment, and we opened our eyes momentarily to look at each other with wonder before my tongue darted back into her mouth like cupid's arrow.

  My hands ran up and down her back from her shoulders down to her hips, I rubbed her and soothed her while learning her outline and her shape and I wanted to run my hands all over her naked body, and okay, perhaps my tongue too. Maybe I could run my lips along every inch of her soft skin, kissing, licking, and biting wherever I saw fit.

  We broke the kiss and I looked into her eyes. Rosa studied me, waiting to see what I would do before she acted. I smiled at her and she mirrored me. I ran my hand through her hair and brushed my fingers across her cheek.

  “You're so beautiful,” I said.

  “You're so delusional,” said Rosa.

  It seemed so silly to me that Rosa would not think of herself as beautiful or sexy, It seemed like I spent hours every day thinking of how beautiful or sexy she was. How can she not know it? She lives in that sexy, shapely body. Thick and curvy, she was perfection, didn't she realize?

  “I may be a madman, but believe me, you are beautiful. I know I'm not the only one who knows that. Who sees that. Why can't you?”

  “I'm so fat,” said Rosa.

  “Stop it,” my cock was still throbbing and pushing against her belly, she had to have felt it through our clothes.

  “I am though,” said Rosa, “I always have been.”

  “You've always been beautiful?”

  “You know what I mean,” said Rosa.

  “Yeah, but I also know the truth. Look at me, you're so damned beautiful, you're adorable as hell, you're cute, and you're sexy as fuck. You can feel that, right? My hard cock throbbing as I look at you? You've heard the song. Cock don't lie,” I said.

  “Hips,” said Rosa, softly, stifling a laugh. She did about as well as my pants.

  “I didn't plan on kissing you, it just happened,” I said.

  “Oh,” said Rosa, with a twinge of disappointment.

  “No, I mean, you're irresistible. I thought about kissing you since the moment I met you, but I was always able to restrain myself. Today, I didn't even think about it. I forgot to keep myself from kissing you. I forgot about the fear of your rejection,” I said.

  “You were afraid I would reject you?”

  “Don't sound so surprised,” I said.

  “I am, you're so damned handsome,” said Rosa.

  “Oh, so this is how that feels,” I smirked.

  “You are,” said Rosa, “You silly man.”

  “Well damn, I should have asked you out one of those times when I almost had enough courage to,” I said.

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��Yes, you should have.” Rosa pulled me closer and I felt her wonderful plump lips against mine again. We kissed and our hands explored each other's bodies again. Rosa went up my shirt and ran her hand over my chest. I loved the feeling of her touch, her soft hands roaming my hard chest.

  The phone rang, I pulled away and looked at Rosa, I prepared to reluctantly answer it but she grabbed my shirt. Her brown eyes smoldered now, “Let it ring.”

  We kissed again, with unrestrained passion and no trepidation this time between our tongues. They were no longer strangers making introductions, our tongues were well on their way to becoming great friends.

  My hands explored her soft body and our passions had ignited from a spark to an uncontrollable wildfire. My hand plunged down her pants and I was surprised to touch her torrid flesh instead of panties. Rosa gasped as my fingertips traced her slippery slit. We looked deep into each other's eyes as if we were trying to make sure this was really happening.

  I pulled her pants down and ordered her to lay down on my desk, Rosa didn't argue. I kissed my way up her thick thighs until I got to her plump, smooth pussy. It smelled enchanting and delicious. I inhaled the scent of her sweet nectar and it only made me want to taste her even more. My hard cock throbbed as I put my lips up to Rosa's pussy lips. I kissed her softly and ran my tongue up and down her slit. I reveled in each soft moan and groan as my tongue explored her wetness.

  Rosa tasted even better than she smelled, and I lapped up her sweet juices as my tongue teased her clitoris softly. I adjusted the pressure on her clit and let her body tell me what she wanted, what she needed. My face was coated in her delicious wetness now, and I ran my tongue down to her opening. I shoved my tongue into her plump pussy and listened to the whispered moan that followed with great pride.

  My tongue explored Rosa's tunnel of love as deeply as it could, I fucked her with my tongue. Rosa grabbed ahold of my head and shoved me further into her wetness. I gasped for air and continued to work on making Rosa come. I moved back up to her clit and allowed my tongue to slip and slide, listening to her body, letting the lust of her thrusting hips direct me in what to do next. I was about to slide a finger inside of her while I licked but I didn't get the chance.