For all the men who aren't picture perfect and all the women that took the time to notice them anyway.
*
I have no idea when it was that I met him, though it seems as though I have known him forever. We have yet to touch each other in a sexual way, but my wish is that one day we will do so. Who am I talking about you may wonder? His name is John and I sit with him every day on my lunch break at the same diner where we met.
What started as a polite smile became a polite "Hi. How are you?" and then before I knew it, we were sitting together for lunch talking quite openly about all areas of our lives and going out occasionally as friends to the movies or for a dinner after work. The only touches we had shared was a courteous hand on my back as he led me into a room or a touch on my arm to bring my attention to something else.
As near as I can remember we have been friends for the last six months or so, though it is really so hard to figure out since there wasn't a day that we met. Was just a slow building of a friendship, two people who sit alone every day for lunch deciding it would be more fun to share lunch with someone else. He isn't what I would normally consider myself drawn to. Though he did have the tall dark and handsome parts down, he was slightly overweight by most standards and was very down on himself because of it.
Many women had hurt John in the past, it showed in his relationship with me that he always expected the "other shoe to drop", and I would be gone. We had spoken of it quite often and I just could not express to him enough to make it believable that sometimes a woman could look past what she saw on the outside and see the great person that he is inside.
Anyway, I'm not sure when it began to change on my part, but I found that I desperately wanted to prove to myself and to him that some women could and would find him appealing. It began simply enough, I noticed his hands one day, and began to wonder what they would feel like touching me. His job wasn't so much manual labor so I had the impression that his hands would be soft as they caressed me. I knew it to be true from the time I had worn a backless shirt and John's hand touched me on the small of my back as he lead me into the movie theater last time we went out for a movie. I wanted to feel those hands on other parts of my body. I had to figure out how to make it happen.
I know as surely as I sit here typing this though that he will never make a first move on me. If I want things to go further then I am definitely going to have to be the first one to make a move on him. I knew that he would never let on to me that he found me attractive for fear that I would find fault with him. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to seduce him without putting myself out on a limb and it being myself instead who would crash and burn. I know that as of yet he hadn't remotely let on that he found me appealing in the physical sense and lets face it, I would be lying to myself if I said that I was super model perfect. I have flaws myself, a few extra pounds here and there and not enough in other areas; he may not even want me.
I had to find a way to look beyond that fear of what he may think of me, I had to feel his hands upon me his cock buried deeply inside me. Therefore, I sat down and tried to come up with the perfect idea for seducing him. Since we had spoken so often and so freely about our wants and desires, I felt sure that I knew what would turn him on enough to make him want to be seduced.
So with this in mind, I began planning the seduction of John in as much detail as I could manage without letting on that I was doing so while we continued to meet up at the diner and talk every day in the same way that we had always done. I planned while we talked how I would dress for him and how I would touch him slightly more intimately than I had done before and try to get his mind more focused on sex and less on being the polite man that I had come to know him as.
I finally settled on the night I wanted my plans to come together, there was a new movie showing at the theater and we had both mentioned wanting to see it. A couple days before, I began wearing my more revealing shirts; you know the ones with the low cut necklines and form fitting to show the curves of a woman's breasts. I was seeking his approval, a visual clue that he liked what I was showing. Always the perfect gentleman, his eyes never lingered any longer than necessary on anything below my chin and I figured that I was really going to have my work cut out for me as I invited him to the movie and then back to my place for dinner afterwards. He readily agreed that it would be fun to do that and said how he was looking forward to it. I had the thought, "No where near as much as I am."
Finally, the day in question arrived. I took the afternoon off from work so that after our lunch date at the diner I could go home and began to prepare for our night together. I decided to wear a dress that he had mentioned liking in the past one day when I had worn it to work. Nothing fancy, just a simple red dress with a tight fitting bodice that stopped just above the knee. It was actually very conservative by some standards especially considering the night I had planned out for him, but since he had stated he liked the way it looked on me in the past I chose to wear it for him.
By the time we were suppose to meet at the movie theater, I had showered and shaved leaving a little landing strip of hair over my pussy. As I shaved, It occurred to me that I wasn't sure whether he liked a full bush or a bald pussy and wondered how as of yet we had not discussed that when I had thought we had discussed most things. I prefer a bald pussy to hair but since it had been a while since I had been with someone else, I had let it grow out a little to save on time spent shaving, now having myself shaved for the most part, I could already feel my pussy growing wet with the thoughts of what would come. My only hope was that he would be willing once I really began to make my move.
I also had dinner finished and waiting, nothing much since it would have to stay in the oven while I was away, lest we have to spend all of our time this evening preparing dinner rather than preparing him for what I hoped would be desert. The only thing I would have to prepare with the roast that was going to simmer in the oven on low while I was away would be to throw the salad together upon my return home. That suited me just fine; I would seek his help in my small kitchen making sure that I bumped up against him as often as possible without making him feel crowded out.
As, I walked out and got into my car heading to meet him I could feel my pussy tingling with the hopes of what was to come and I wondered how I would be able to get through the night without letting him know what I had planned.
I arrived at the movie theater and saw him standing out front waiting for me and I had to think again, of how different he was from other men that I had been with. All of us women seem to fall for the trim well-built man and here I was drawn for the first time to a man who wasn't perfect but who I felt some sort of connection to. What I felt had nothing to do with the physical side of things at first, but I now wanted to seduce so that I could feel his hands upon me.
When I walked up to meet him and he smiled at me in greeting, I couldn't stop myself from kissing his cheek as we always did when meeting up outside of the diner, though this time, I kissed a little closer to his lips and lingered a moment or two longer than I usually would let it last. As he ushered me inside with that hand against my back as always I wondered if he had noticed it, and still had to wonder what his response would be when we arrived back at my house.
As we watched the movie, I let my armrest against his on the armrest, occasionally moving my hand against his in subtle movements and wondering if he noticed the change in what I was doing. I was so nervous and seeking any kind of hint from him that he was willing to be seduced that I was glad when the movie finally ended so we could head back to my house and put the rest of my plans into action.
