The Seduced Widower.

It was very cold and I didn’t want to go out looking for some fun. I wanted anyway to be ******. In my street lives a widower. I decided to seduce him. I put on a tight short dress that had a deep cleavage and my boots. I rang the bell and the man opened the door. I asked him if I could take a look in the garden because my kitten was lost. He agreed and led me to the garden. I began to clap my hands and shouting but of course nothing happened. When we came back in the living room the man asked me if I wanted to drink anything. I accepted by saying I could have a drop to warming-up. I put out my coat and sat down in front of the man. He started talking about his lonely life since his wife had died. He added he never received visitors and he was pleased to have nice company on this cold afternoon. He offered me another drink. I said I didn’t have the habit to drink alcohol but I accepted anyway. When the cat of the man came to me I bent over and I knew the man could see my bare breasts.
I stroke the cat, looked at the man and I smiled. I noticed the greedy look in his eyes.
I pretended to be a little bit tipsy. I spread my thighs a little and I saw the man was glancing at my *****. I called the cat; it jumped on my lap moving my dress, uncovering my thighs and my *****. The man filled my empty glass to make me drunk. I emptied it immediately and the man filled it again at once. I drank it and I said I had to go. I left the couch, feigning to be very drunk, swaying, stumbling and trying to find my balance. I tried to grab my coat, but I pretended I was falling. The man caught me and I felt his hands under my dress rubbing my ***** and my breasts. He led me back on the sofa. I simulated I didn’t know what was happening. He spread gently my legs and lifted my dress. I didn’t react and I felt my ***** was soaking wet. The man ******** and I saw he had a fierce erected ****. He poked his **** in my ***** and he ****** me without touching my body. I moaned softly when I felt his **** deep inside me. I could nearly avoid shouting when his spouting load filled my *****. Heavily breathing and trembling the man lowered my dress. He went to the kitchen, cleaned himself and got dressed. Then he shook me gently. I opened my eyes and looked like I wasn’t aware what had happened. The man said I had fainted and asked if I felt fine now. I nodded and I took still swaying my coat. When I left his house I asked him if he could warn me if he could see my *****. He smiled and promised to look for my kitten.