Chapter 1: The Encounter

He’d met her at a store several weeks earlier. She’d offered her interest in him with a compliment. He’d taken the bait, and served up an honest but clever retort in an effort to charm her. She was in her own way beautiful, in her entirety, he couldn’t pick any one part over the other. More to the point, most of what he was admiring would be too crude to speak. She said she liked his hair, he thanked her and respond that he liked her everything. She’d obviously never heard that particular response before, and he’d said it in a matter of fact sort of way. She was both flustered and delighted with the compliment.

He left, but as he reached the exit she called him back to retrieve his receipt… he imagined she had written her number on it by that time. At this point he thought he better not get himself in any trouble, he’d only flirted with her because he rarely if ever came to this store, and he didn’t see the harm in making her smile. It had been a long time since he set his charms to work against a random girl, he’d forgotten how they responded to it. He told her he didn’t need the receipt, and to have a nice day, as he continued out the door. She didn’t have a choice but to return a “you too”, and relent. There was a hint of disappointment, but she didn’t really have designs on him only impulses. She’d have a smile on her face for a while yet thinking about the compliment, if not the charming man that was too dense to take her number. He was fine with that.

In time he would return to the store, to see the girl again, he had been thinking of how he might feel young again to have her, to bring her pleasure. But he had to be clear with her, to let her know how things would be, what his intentions were. He didn’t really have much time for her, but he wished he did. He thought perhaps he could manage to work out something. But in reality he hoped that she would dismiss him… after all, he was only doing this to prove a point to himself, to prove that he wasn’t afraid of taking her as his lover. He knew she wouldn’t reject him unless she was recently involved with someone serious, because that was the only time when a woman was truly ever unavailable. Temptation was second nature to them, anyone who knew how to tempt them could have them, unless the one that already had them could place them above temptation. Above anything women craved freedom, even as they sought security.

He found her and drew her away from the audience, he was stalking her now. His energy consuming them, he created a world in which she could not refuse him, will manifest as reality. He focused his full attention on her, and only her, trapping her in it, taking in her every response. He told her what he needed her to know, what he wanted her to do, and what he wanted from her. He told her these things in a way that placed her in a position to gain something but lose nothing, a place where temptation was foolish to resist. All she had to do was give him her number and see where things went. But that was an act of submission, and she had done so freely and with curiosity. She’d already become his prey, and now she had walked into his cage, that’s how they ended up here.

She had been fearless she’d thought, it would be an experience, she wanted to see what he was offering before she made any decisions about the situation. She’d basically committed to this outcome the moment she gave him her number, but she had wanted to know the man who said he liked her everything. So they talked, and he said things in ways she’d never really heard before. She shared things with him, and he listened. He had a way of seeing things that made her take another look at them, and she didn’t mind the way he challenged her to examine things she normally took for granted. He represented possibilities, a world that might not be what she thought it was, but she remained fearless in her desire to discover it. Perhaps tired of the same old same she’d gotten used to.

It wasn’t long before they got together. He’d playfully removed her clothes, under the pretense that he wanted to admire her unspoiled beauty, removed from the trappings of man, as the Universe had created her. He seemed impressed or at least pleased with her. He kissed her here and there, becoming familiar with her skin as he glided his hands into the curves of her body. He was acquainting himself with her responses, allowing her to become familiar with him in turn, the way one might knead a piece of clay… warming it in his hands, making it soft to his touch.

He took her in his arms and she bended to his will, as he placed her in the bed to be consumed. He maneuvered her into position like a doll and took in the rest of her scent, the source of it. Her aroma, her hormones, were pleasant to him… so he proceeded to take her as his toy. He played with her awhile in different manners, measuring her, looking for her temperament. When he found it, she began to melt into his mood, the tone of things became his to set. Surrender, this was what he wanted from her, anticipation of what was to unfold between them, indulgence in the moments as he served them to her. She was his meal, but he was the chef.

There were many courses to be shared between them before she came to her final climax… and he learned many things about her body, things he shared with her. These were lessons he could tell she had not yet been taught, things that only a well suited lover could reveal. She lay there at peace when he left… satisfied at her response, though he hadn’t relieved himself. She couldn’t take issue with it right now, she had to absorb what had happened, perhaps try and make sense of it… but after she wallowed for a bit in whatever this was.