Seduction Principles - Episode 1

She watches him from across the room. The silk dress clings where it should. Hugs the curve of her hip, the slope of her breast. He catches her eye. Nods once. She moves toward him like water finding its level. Her heels click against marble. Each step deliberate. When she reaches him, she doesn't speak. Just trails one finger along his forearm. The touch burns through cotton. He leans in, breathes against her neck. She tilts her head, offers more skin. They slip into the hallway. Shadows swallow them. His hand finds her waist. Pulls her close. She feels him hard against her thigh, straining. She cups him through his trousers. Measures him with her palm. His breath hitches. Her dress rides up. His fingers slip beneath lace. Finds her wet already. He circles her clit once. Twice. She bites his shoulder to stay quiet. The third stroke makes her knees buckle. He spins her around. Hands flat against the wall. Yanks her underwear down. The elastic snaps against her thigh. She spreads for him. He frees himself. Rubs the head along her slick folds. Once. Twice. Then pushes inside. She takes all of him in one thrust. Gasps. He fills her completely. Stretches her. Sets a rhythm that makes her toes curl in her shoes. Each stroke deeper than the last. Her cheek presses against cool plaster. His hand reaches around. Finds her clit again. Works it in time with his hips. She comes first. Clenches around him. He follows right after. Spills inside her with a low groan. They stay like that for a moment. Breathing hard. His cum trickles down her inner thigh. She straightens her dress. He tucks himself away. They walk back into the party separately. Like nothing happened. But the silk clings differently now. And she smiles when she catches his eye again.