Untamed Passion

SWEET SEDUCTION

She looked into the full-length mirror with a critical eye. What she saw there pleased her tremendously. Her eyes automatically went to the areas she was most critical of, she was, after all, a woman now. The delicate green blouse covered the bra from Victoria’s Secret that pushed her almost flat chest into something resembling the womanly boobs she wished she had. It wasn’t comfortable, but it pushed her small breasts together and lifted them leaving a delightful cleavage that the unbuttoned blouse showcased. Her boobs would draw his eyes now.

Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders in a straw blonde cloud, and her light green eyes gazed at the high cheekbones, the wide generous mouth with its full lips, the long and elegant neck, and the emerald green blouse, which hid her hard flat belly but couldn’t disguise her slim waist. The light green pleated skirt flared gently over her slim hips and covered her long slender legs to just above the knees. Open-toed three-inch heels in summer white completed her outfit for this most special of days, and she was more than pleased…she should have been, this look was the result of months of planning and endless comparisons. She had thought long and hard about how she should dress, either obviously or excessively modestly, and she had decided that this elegant, middle-of-the-road sexy look suited her purpose best.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The occasion was her eighteenth birthday, and happily, she shared the same birthday as her stepfather Martin. Ariel Payton had become a well-to-do young woman at midnight on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, a fact known only to her and her attorney. The money was in a Trust Fund that her real father had established before he died more than a year before. He had lived his life as a shy introverted accountant, and he had loved his wife and daughter above all things on earth. Ariel remembered him as a small quiet man who smelled of pipe tobacco and peppermint, a man who treated her as a little princess. They were close, and he doted on her to the point that her mother, Frances Payton, had become insanely jealous of her daughter. Maybe Frances knew something about Harold Payton that she hadn’t, Ariel thought, but her father had never done anything to indicate that he had anything but a father’s love for her. There had never been even a hint that Harold was a little girl freak, and his interest had only been in Ariel.

Frances had eventually divorced him, a nasty divorce that only permitted Harold supervised visits for several years, and Ariel was certain that their separation was a large part of what eventually killed him.

He had become a recluse, spending little of his considerable salary on himself. He never missed a child support payment, and he had somehow managed to avoid paying anything to Frances above and beyond that. At the time of his death, all of his considerable assets had been placed in the Trust in investments of his choosing. His attorney contacted Ariel privately, as he had requested, and she was told of the specifics of his will. The instant she turned eighteen, she became a multimillionaire. Frances knew nothing about it.

The divorce had been final only three days when Frances married Martin, a well-to-do insurance agent, and everything had been fine until Ariel began the change from a gawky kid to an attractive young lady.

The handsome and athletic Martin had never made an improper move or even hinted at wanting to, but his eyes had followed her young body with open admiration when she had her friends over for pool parties or when she was dressed for bed. Ariel had a terrible crush on him, which Frances had reacted to with her typical rabid jealousy and had forced Ariel into dowdy clothes, ridiculing her slender body and her lack of mammary development and generally humiliating her at every opportunity. As a result, Ariel began to take every opportunity to tease and tempt Martin. She had arranged on as many occasions as possible to allow Martin glimpses of her nude or partially nude. When she talked to him or asked for help with her homework she made sure he could see down the front of her shirt, and she rarely wore a bra. Her breasts were very small and very firm and she didn’t need one…and she never missed an opportunity to rub her ass against his cock. Ariel didn’t like her mother very much and there was little love between them.

Today would change all that. Ariel had rented a penthouse suite at a very expensive hotel (nothing like the modest apartment she had rented near the university, which she would be moving into in a couple of days), and she had ordered a very special lunch catered in the suite at one o’clock. The plan had been conceived over months, and she had enlisted the aid of a former high school teacher who was so enamored of her that his cooperation in arranging the suite rental and the champagne and food service had cost her only an hour in his bedroom with his cock in her mouth. The appointment he had set up with Martin in the suite for one o’clock was the last part of the favor. It hadn’t really been necessary to blow him, but Ariel had thought he was sweet and she was curious about her actual skills at seduction, having only tested them on boys her age.

Ariel glanced around the bedroom she had grown up in, looking to see if she had missed anything important in her packing, and left her room for the last time. Frances was on an airplane headed for some realtor’s convention in New Orleans after an all-out row with Martin the night before, and she wouldn’t be calling home tonight. Ariel was almost certain that Frances cheated on Martin, but she’d never had any proof. It wasn’t important.

Martin would be in the right frame of mind for her plan to be effective. If she’d been able to, Ariel would have arranged the fight herself.