Seduction and Betrayal: A Dark Encounter I met Catherine at a social event being given by a local TV station to introduce her to the business leaders and other VIPs. Catherine is a 30 yr. old new reporter for the station. She is about 5' 7" tall, slender figure, short blonde hair, and 32C breasts. She's delicate-spirited. But on the surface, she appears rock solid. Unapproachable. Untouchable. For me, it's a game of planning, carefully bringing my prey to a state of comfort. She accompanies me to a drink, then to dinner. She is comforted by my company. I like to make her feel comforted. Paternal instinct, I tell her, laughing. She knows she's protected when she's around me. The get-togethers move to my house; meetings over candlelight dinner. Always the gentleman, I never ask for even so much as a kiss. Late night discussions on the patio. More late nights, she's cuddling against me. I hold her, enjoying the feel of her body. The late night discussions become silent nights of cuddling on the patio. She tells me how comforting it is to be held by me, how much she enjoys my company. Little by little, one night burns into the next, and cuddles turn to me caressing the back of her neck. Nights later, when she lazily responds and her breathing changes, my touch migrates to the front of her neck. Later her shoulders. Later her collar. Little by little, night after night, I excited her. Sometimes the erotic is so much, that when I try a little more, a little further, she resists - whispering 'no'. The gentleman, I retreat an inch back, taking my time. Standing my ground. I build her relaxation so that the next time I try a little more, she protests a little less. When I move my hand further still, she gently protests again. Over time, kissing is slowly added to the mix, which inflames me. First it was her neck. Then the back of her ear... Then her cheek. Each evening, a little bit further. Each hour, a centimeter more explored. …but everything was about to change
