Rainy night encounter: A gentle seduction

I met her in a small bar in Trafalgar Square, in London, on a rainy Thursday evening. She was sitting alone at the end of the bar, sipping from a glass of red wine. She looked about twenty eight years old, petite, with smooth, light brown skin, straight black hair falling slightly past her shoulders, and gentle, almond shaped eyes casting shy glances around. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her small frame, highlighting her slim waist and modest curves. I bought her another glass and we started talking. At first she was quiet, smiling a lot and nodding as I spoke. Her English was good, but she spoke slowly, almost as if testing out the words. She told me she worked as a nanny for a wealthy family with a large villa in the area.

After a few hours and a few more drinks, the atmosphere between us warmed up. She laughed at my bad jokes and leaned closer. When I suggested we head to my apartment nearby, she bit her lip, looked down for a second, then nodded. "Okay," she whispered. "I would like that."

Back at my apartment, things moved slowly at first. We kissed on the couch, her lips soft and warm. She let me take the lead completely. I immediately felt how submissive she was. Every time I touched her, she gasped softly and pressed against my hand as if wanting more, but hesitant to ask. I slid my hand under her dress and she opened her legs slightly without me saying anything, as if yielding came naturally to her.

I led her into the bedroom and undressed her slowly. Her body was beautiful: small, firm breasts with dark nipples that hardened as soon as the cool air touched them, a flat stomach, and a smooth, shaved pussy that was already slick. She stood there naked, arms at her sides, looking at me with those large eyes, waiting for whatever I wanted. "Tell me what you like," I told her. She gave a faint nod. "Whatever you want," she replied in that quiet voice. "I like when you decide."

That turned me on so hard. I laid her down on the bed and started kissing her neck, then her chest. When I sucked her nipples, she groaned softly and arched her back, pressing them into my mouth. Her hands remained relaxed on the sheets, not grabbing or guiding me, simply letting me explore. I moved lower, spreading her legs wide open. She kept them open exactly as I placed them, her breathing quickening. My tongue found her clit and she gasped, her thighs trembling slightly. She tasted sweet and clean. I licked her slowly and steadily, and within minutes her breath became ragged. "Oh... I am close," she whispered. I did not stop. She had her first orgasm with a quiet cry, her pussy pulsing against my tongue, her hips lifting just a bit off the bed. Her entire body quivered, but she made little noise, just sweet, quiet groans.

I kept going, sliding two fingers into her while licking her clit. She was so tight and soaking wet. She had her second orgasm even faster than the first, her legs trying to clamp around my head, but she fought the urge and kept them wide open for me. "It is too much... but do not stop," she begged in a whisper. Her voice sounded so obedient it drove me crazy. After that orgasm, she was breathing heavily, face flushed, looking at me as if ready for whatever came next.

I climbed over her and pushed inside her. She was dripping wet. She wrapped her legs around me without squeezing hard, just holding on as if letting me control the pace. I fucked her slowly at first, using deep strokes. Every time I thrust, she let out a small groan, her eyes fluttering half shut. She kept saying sweet things like "Yes... just like that" or "I am yours tonight." It was not loud or fake, just honest and giving. I picked up the pace and she began to cum again, for the third time, her pussy clamping hard around my shaft in waves. Her mouth opened, but at first barely a sound came out, then a long, trembling "Ahhh..." as her body tensed and relaxed over and over.

I turned her onto her stomach and lifted her hips so she was on her knees, face down into the pillow. She took the position instantly, back arched, ass raised, completely open for me. The sight of her small, smooth body, so eager, turned me on even more. I entered her from behind and she pushed back just enough to meet me, never taking control. I held her thin waist and fucked her harder. She had her fourth orgasm like that, her arms giving out so her chest pressed flat against the mattress, groaning into the pillow while her pussy clenched around my dick again and again. Her legs were shaking violently by then.

By her fifth orgasm she was almost lifeless, covered in a light sweat, her hair messy across her face. I turned her back onto her back and moved slowly, penetrating her deeply. She looked up at me with those submissive eyes, whispering: "Please... finish inside me if you want." That made me completely lose control. I kept pounding into her until she had one last orgasm, an intense and silent one where she held her breath, her body trembling, tears of pleasure in the corners of her eyes. Only then did I finish, filling her up while she groaned softly and caressed my back with her delicate fingers.

Afterward, she curled up next to me, still breathing heavily, her small body fitting against mine perfectly. She did not say much, just smiled shyly and snuggled against my chest, as if content that I had taken full control. We lay there for a long time, the rain still tapping against the window outside. She was the most naturally submissive woman I had ever been with, and the way she came countlessly, giving herself over completely each time, made the whole night feel surreal.