Silk Scarf

“I certainly could.” Michael replied, feeling for the first time since he had arrived in the city like a small town rube.
“My names Catherine.” she said as she ran her gaze up and down his body. “And it seems to me that you’re getting extremely excited just by looking at my body, hmmm?”
Michael flushed a deep red, unsure what to say. His mind was a blank as he searched for the right phrase.
“You’re legs are magnificent.” he blurted out, feeling incredible stupid the moment he’d said it.
“Oh, is it my legs that made your dick so hard? She said, gazing down at the large lump in his pants.
Michael was now totally speechless. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life. He wished he could just run for the door and disappear.
“Don’t worry honey, I consider that the finest compliment.” she whispered as she leaned over close enough for him to smell the scent of her perfume.

Relieved, Michael started breathing again.
“In fact, I have a certain weakness for young men like yourself.” she went on. “In fact, I have this knack of knowing just what a young man like yourself needs. What you fantasize about and what you really crave. Just think how excited you’re going to be when I take you home with me and make all of those dirty dreams of your’s come true.”
“W-h-at do you mean?” Michael stuttered.
“What I’m offering you is a chance to live out your most secret fantasies. A chance to let your secret self out for a night.”
Michael was becoming lost in the mixture of those captivating eyes and the music of her voice.
“What’s your name?” Catherine demanded.
“Michael.” he answered.
“Well, Michael, shall I tell you what it is that you want me to do to you, my little boy.” she asked, again with the little laugh.
“Yes, please.”
Catherine leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes, drawing him deeper into her spell. Then, quietly, graphically, she proceeded to detail his most secret and powerful fantasy.