The Seduction of Hettie Myburg

Martin and I indulge in daydreaming as a way to introduce some spark in our otherwise bleak existence. His favorite story of all time, "The Seduction of Hettie Myburg". I convinced him to write it out. I edited it myself, corrected many of the errors and added more zest to it. His grasp of English is weaker than mine.

Well, here goes

I was residing in a hotel in the business area, Bloemfontein. The hotel had a connection to a shopping centre. I descended to snacks and a bottle of wine. The shopping mall teemed with people, air-conditioned interior a pleasant haven from the scorching sun outside.

There was a huge throng of customers in the store, yet I pushed on to the wine aisle in record time. I selected a merlot that I thought would accompany the snacks that I had in mind. There was a lovely blonde who stopped me and wanted my suggestion of a wine that she could buy.

Her name was Hettie. She possessed the most stunning smile that would perhaps get the birds flying out of the trees. She went to go shopping, and I went to go in the direction of the checkout, never to know what was going on.

She was behind me, her cart full of all sorts of groceries except wine. I knew immediately that I was caught. I paid and waited at the checkout line for her to scan her groceries. She looked up at me, a spark of amusement dancing on her mouth. I couldn't resist.

I asked her to grab a coffee at the mall's cafe. She laughed and said she had to go home to her family. But the smile in her tone, I knew she was joking about it. I asked her for her number, and she did so without hesitation.

I called her the following day, my heart thudding. She picked up on the third ring, her tone as sugary sweet as honey. I asked her out once more, but to a meal this time. She wavered, then consented, but not in some eatery somewhere in the suburbs. Her husband Dries Myburg was quite a well-known businessman, and she didn't want to be seen in public with some other man. Bloemfontein's not that big, you know.

I offered my Hotel room, and we could order room service. She complained not at all. I had to go and fetch her from the mall, on the other side of the entrance of the hotel. She arrived all dressed up, the very embodiment of a woman who knew what she desired and was not afraid to get it. She possessed an elegance that attracted me like a moth to the flame.

We went silently to my room in tandem. The carpeted hotel hallway was poorly lit, and the carpet absorbed our footfalls. There, I had set the mood with candles and calming music in the hopes it would relax her. Hettie absorbed the atmosphere as her eyes roved the room in curiosity and anticipation.

"You've gone to trouble," she whispered, taking off her high heels and flopping onto the sofa.

I offered her a glass of the merlot that she'd oohed and ahhed over. She swirled it, her eyes never leaving it. I ordered room service and tried to keep talk light until food came. I learned that she was married to Dries and had two adult children, a little older than me, but you couldn't help but see the lovely loveliness she exuded.

Room service came and the smell of the food permeated the room. Hettie's eyes lit up as she fluffed the food, tension mounting between us with every bite. The room was a tiny one with a single couch. I sat next to her. We talked of everything and nothing simultaneously, the sort of talk that leaves you with the impression that you know someone after decades.

I moved closer, my hand gently resting across her neck, softly stroking it. She didn't complain but leaned in towards me, her eyes shutting as she savored the wine. The tension between us grew with every second that passed. I could feel the tension in the room as we crouched together here, relishing the intimate closeness of my hotel.

I kissed her, slowly at first, but she returned the kiss with a ferocity that surprised me. Her hand gripped mine, and she held on, pulling me towards her. The food hardened as we lost ourselves, searching for the other's mouths and the warmth of our bodies.

Her hand landed on my chest and pushed me off. "We can't, tonight. I have to go home. But I can see you tomorrow morning early. I go to the gym every morning at 6 AM. I'll miss the gym tomorrow, and we can have breakfast instead." She smiled with a twinkle that made me tingle. I said yes, happy to spend more time with her.

Next morning, I waited for her in the lobby. She arrived at 6 AM sharp, looking sensual in her gym attire.

I had stepped to the phone in my room to place a breakfast order. She caught up with me.

"I am not hungry," Hettie breathed, resting her hand on my chest.

I enveloped her in a second hug, and she replied with a heat that seared like wildfire and consumed me in waves of hunger. We clung hard and deep, pressure of the last few minutes boiling between us like firework explosions on a humid summer night. I pinned her to the bed, our bodies twisted in a hot hug that had begun in the initial second we crashed into each other in the supermarket.

Hettie was not in a rush, and she walked around her lovely business with a sort of military exactness, outlining every inch of me with longing that was both thrilling and personal. She started to disrobe, tormenting me with glimpses of her exquisitely outlined physique. Her eyes never left mine, and I had the feeling that she was stripping away bits of my heart with every article that landed on the ground.

I. Rushing to strip, her eyes scorching my flesh. Naked and we collapsed onto the yielding, soft bed, softness and hardness. Lust now. Vibrant on the air. Her fingers. Soft but relentlessly so, and they made me shiver.

We had sex on the bed, passion building with every touch in the room. I touched every part of her body with my fingers, tracing the curves and lines that had previously been hidden under her garments. She groaned, and to me, it was music.

I kissed her neck, to the breast, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasped, her back arching, and I knew she was ready. I ran my hand down her belly, feeling the heat between her legs. Her cunt was hot and wet for me, and I could wait no longer.

I loomed over her, my weight pinning her back against the softness of the bed. Our mouths more frantic, our gasps coming in staccato bursts of need. I could feel her heat against the head of my cock, and I knew that the dam was about to burst.

She spread her legs wider, a silent request that I could not deny. I thrust my dick into her opening, the wetness of her juices surrounding the head of my cock. Hettie's gaze locked onto mine with desire and vulnerability entwined within them, a look almost too much to handle. I entered slowly, savoring the tightness of her pussy as it wrapped around me. She was a glove made for me.

We kissed harder as I thrust deeper into her, every inch of her clamping down on me in a tight fist. Hettie's fingers dug deep into my back, a desperate demand for more. I caught the rhythm, the tension in her body increasing with each stroke. Her breathing was more ragged, her moans more insistent, and I knew she was close to climax. I had never watched a woman come so quickly.

Her legs were around my waist, drawing me deeper as she greeted each of my thrusts with a hungry spasm of her hips. Her muscles were tightening around me, her body tense as she rode to climax. I saw her face as she came, the rush of it sweeping over her, until she was gasping for breath. It was a moment that would stay with me for the rest of my life, a moment of pure, naked passion that was as beautiful as it was violent.

After the initial rush had subsided, we slipped into a slow and sensual rhythm, our bodies bending against each other like seasoned pros at this. Soft slapping noises of flesh against flesh filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional groan or whimper as one of us was on the cusp of going over the precipice of ecstasy before the other reeled them back in.

"I want to be on top," Hettie panted at last, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. I obliged, rolling onto my back and looking up as she sat up over me, her legs tightened around my hips. She took my cock in her hand and pushed it back inside her, sitting up so that she could be filled all the way to the hilt.

Her breasts jiggled with every step she took, and the sight of her in control was teasingly sensual. She began to ride me, competently establishing a rhythm that was both tormenting and exhilarating. Her eyes never moved from my own, and the tension between us flared. The motion of her, the way she encased herself around me, it was agonizingly sensual to endure.

The morning sun shone through the windows and illuminated Hettie's body as she rode me. Her body glistened with a layer of sweat, and her hair fell in sleek tresses across her face. She was lovely and wanton.

Her hips bobbed up and down, her pussy sucking on me, and I felt the pressure building up again. My hands traveled back to her breasts, thumbs stroking circles about her erect nipples, and she flung her head back into a shriek of joy. Her hips shook harder and more frantically now, thighs shuddering as she hauled herself nearer and nearer another climax.

As she rode me, I could see her body undulating, the muscles of her back and thighs contracting and tensing with each thrust. It was a lust ballet, one we both knew by heart. Our breathing became more labored, our moans more vocal, reverberating off the walls of the room.

Her gaze met mine, and I knew she was near once again. I lowered further to work her clit, my fingers over the moisture of her need. The increased pressure was all she needed, and she climaxed once more, her walls gripping me in a beautiful way, her juices flowing down my shaft, my pelvis, and onto the sheets beneath us.

I surfed the waves of her orgasm, mine growing. I wasn't ready to come yet, so I took control, pounding deep into her with everything I had. She threw her head back, hair streaming down her back, and breasts shaking in rhythm with my pounds. Her moans grew louder and louder, and she dropped forward, hair spilling across my chest, breath scorching my ear. I thrust into her with a groan torn from the very depths of my soul.

She fell onto my chest, her body shuddering from the aftershocks of pleasure. I encircled my arms around her, the pounding of her heart on mine. We simply remained there in quiet for a minute or so, our breathing slowing down, the room's sole noise the gentle hum of the air conditioner.

I drew my tongue along her hair softly, and she was aware of the weight of the moment settle between us. Hettie looked up at me, a soft smile on her lips, eyes that sparkled with warmth and flowed down deep into my soul. We'd crossed some intangible line, reserve caught behind.

"You're amazing," I breathed, voice hoarse and dry with emotion.

Hettie laughed, her cheeks flushed with the ferocity of our fucking. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

We lay there, our bodies locked together, warming in the heat of our hot desire. Her skin was flushed and wet with sweat, and the scent of her perfume and the musky smell of our sex hung in the air. I was high, a strange but wonderfully addictive high.

"This can't be done again," Hettie breathed, regret in her tone.

I nodded, realizing how serious our predicament was. "I know," I told her, even as the hope of never feeling her warmth again was constricting in my chest. At least for now, we had each other, and I was going to cherish every second of it.

But for the remainder of the time I was in Bloemfontein, Hettie and I reveled in our secret affairs. We lay together in the early hours of dawn when the world was sleeping, our secret trysts fueled by passion and an unstoppable appetite that we could not deny. Each session was more intense, our bodies famished by the coupling that we experienced in that hotel room.

I did not hear or see Hettie during my stay. She was apparently a mirage of the desert, an oasis of luxury amidst the mundane drudgery of my existence that came and went like a whirlwind. But the memories of our assignations haunted me, wild and unbridled, a secret that I guarded like a prized treasure.

Martin and I often fantasize to spice up our mundane lives. His favourite, "The Seduction of Hettie Myburg". I convinced him to put it in writing. I had to edit it, fix some of the errors and spice it up a little. His English is way worse than mine.

So here it goes

I was staying at a hotel in the central business district, Bloemfontein. The hotel adjoined a shopping mall. I decided to take a stroll downstairs to snacks and a bottle of wine. The mall was buzzing with life, the air-conditioned air a stark contrast to the heat outside.

The supermarket was crowded with shoppers, but I quickly navigated to the wine section. I picked out a bottle of merlot that I thought would complement the snacks I had selected. A stunning blonde approached me to ask for my advice on which wine to buy.

Her name was Hettie. She had a sweet smile that could charm the birds out of the trees. She proceeded with her shopping, and I made my way to the checkout, ignorant of what had just gone down.

She queued behind me, her cart filled with various groceries except wine. I knew immediately I was on the hook. I paid and lingered around the checkout, watching her as she scanned her items. She caught my eye, a hint of amusement playing across her lips. I couldn't resist.

but

I invited her for coffee in the mall's café. She declined with a laugh, saying she had to get home to her family. But the way she said it, I knew she was playing hard to get. I ask her for her cell number, and she gave it without hesitation.

The next day, I called her, my heart racing. She picked up on the third ring, her voice as sweet as honey. I invited her again, this time to dinner. She hesitated, then finally agreed, but not at a restaurant. Her husband Dries Myburg was a high-profile businessman, and she didn't want to risk being seen in public with another man. Bloemfontein is not that big, after all.

I proposed my Hotel room, suggesting we could order room service. She accepted without missing a beat. I had to meet her in the mall, close to the exit to the hotel. She arrived dressed to the nines, looking like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. She had a certain elegance that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

We walked to my room together in silence. The hotel corridor was dimly lit, and the carpet muffled our footsteps. Inside, I had set the mood with candles and soft music, hoping it would make her feel more comfortable. Hettie looked around, her eyes taking in the scene with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"You've gone to a lot of trouble," she murmured, slipping off her high heels and taking a seat on the couch.

I handed her a glass of the merlot she had admired the previous night. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving mine. I ordered room service, keeping the conversation light as we waited for the food. I learned that she was married to Dries and had two grownup kids. She was much older than me, but her youthful allure was undeniable.

Room service arrived, and the aroma of the meal filled the air. Hettie's eyes lit up as she picked at the food, the tension between us growing with every bite. The room was small with only one couch. I was seated next to her. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time, the kind of conversation that makes you feel like you've known each other for years.

I made my move, placing my hand gently on her neck, gently caressing it. She did not object but instead leaned in closer, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the wine. The chemistry between us grew stronger with every passing moment. I could feel the electricity in the air as we sat there, sharing the intimate space of my hotel room.

I kissed her, tentatively at first, feeling her respond with an intensity that surprised me. Her hand found mine, and she held it tightly, pulling me closer. The food grew cold as we lost ourselves in the moment, exploring each other's lips and the warmth of our bodies.

Her hand moved to my chest and pushed me away. "We can't, not tonight. I have to get home. But I can see you tomorrow morning, early. I go to the gym every day at 6 AM. I'll skip the gym tomorrow, and we can have breakfast instead." She said with a smile that made my heart race. I agreed, eager for the promise of more time with her.

The next morning, I waited for her in the lobby. She arrived promptly at 6 AM, dressed in sexy gym attire.

In my room, I picked up the phone to order breakfast. She stopped me.

"I am not hungry," Hettie whispered, her hand on my chest.

I took her in my arms again, and she responded with a fiery passion that sent waves of desire crashing through me. We kissed deeply, the tension of the past few moments exploding between us like fireworks on a summer night. I led her to the bed, our bodies entwined in a dance of seduction that had been building since the moment we met in the supermarket.

Hettie was not a woman to be rushed, and she took her time, exploring every inch of me with a hunger that was both thrilling and intimate. She undressed slowly, teasing me with glimpses of her perfectly toned body. Her eyes never left mine, and I felt as if she was peeling away layers of my soul with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor.

I quickly got rid of my clothes, feeling the heat of her gaze on my skin. We lay down together, the bed's softness a stark contrast to the desire that was now palpable in the air. Her touch was gentle, yet demanding, sending shivers down my spine.

We made out on the bed, the passion in the room growing stronger with every touch. I explored her whole body with my hands, feeling the curves and valleys that had been hidden beneath her clothes. She moaned softly, and the sound was like music to my ears.

I kissed her down her neck, moved to her breast, and took one nipple into my mouth. She gasped, arching her back, and I knew she was ready. I slid my hand down her stomach, feeling the heat between her thighs. Her cunt was wet and eager for me, and I didn't want to keep her waiting any longer.

I moved on top of her, feeling the weight of my body press her into the softness of the mattress. Our kisses grew more urgent, our breathing ragged with desire. I could feel the warmth of her sex against my erection, and I knew that the dam was about to burst.

She opened her legs wider, a silent invitation that I eagerly accepted. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the wetness of her arousal coating the tip of my cock. Hettie looked up at me with a mix of lust and vulnerability that was almost too much to handle. I pushed into her slowly, savoring the tightness of her pussy as it enveloped me. She was like a glove made just for me.

We kissed again as I slowly pushed deeper into her, feeling every inch of her welcoming me with a tight embrace. Hettie's nails dug into my back, a silent plea for more. I picked up the pace, feeling the tension in her body build with every stroke. Her breathing grew more erratic, her moans louder, and I knew she was close to climax. I had never experienced a woman reaching a climax that quickly.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as she met my every thrust with an eager buck of her hips. I could feel her muscles tightening around me, her body tensing as she reached the peak of pleasure. I watched her face as she came, the orgasm washing over her like a wave, leaving her gasping for breath. It was a sight that I would never forget, a moment of raw, unfiltered passion that was as beautiful as it was intense.

After the initial frenzy, we found a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate, our bodies moving together as if we had been doing this for years. The soft sounds of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by the occasional moan or gasp as one of us reached the edge of ecstasy only to be pulled back by the other.

"I want to be on top," Hettie murmured after a while, her eyes gleaming with desire. I obliged, rolling onto my back and watching as she straddled me, her legs on either side of my waist. She took my cock in her hand and guided it back inside her, sitting up tall so she could take me in all the way to the hilt.

Her breasts bounced with every bounce she made, and the sight of her in control was incredibly arousing. She began to ride me, setting a pace that was both torturous and exhilarating. Her eyes never left mine, and the connection we shared was electric. The way she moved, the way she took me in, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

The early morning light streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow over Hettie's body as she moved on top of me. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and her hair fell in soft waves around her face. She was a vision of beauty and lust.

Her hips rocked back and forth, her pussy gripping me tightly, and I could feel the pressure building again. I reached up to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples, and she threw her head back with a moan of pleasure. Her movements grew more erratic, her thighs quivering as she approached another climax.

As she rode me, I watched the way her body moved, the muscles in her back and thighs flexing with every thrust. It was like watching a ballet of desire, a dance that we both knew by heart. Our breathing grew more ragged, and our moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the room.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I knew she was close again. I reached down to rub her clit, feeling the slickness of her arousal against my fingertips. The extra stimulation was all she needed, and she came again, her walls pulsing around me in a delicious way, her juices gushing down my shaft, my pelvis, and soaking into the sheets beneath us.

I watched her ride the waves of her orgasm, feeling my own climax building. I didn't want to let go yet, so I took over, pumping into her with everything I had. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and her breasts bouncing in time with my thrusts. Her moans grew louder, and she leaned down, her hair brushing against my chest, her breath hot in my ear. I came inside her with a groan that was torn from the depths of my soul.

She collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against my own. We lay there in silence for a few moments, our breathing slowly returning to normal, the only sound in the room the faint whisper of the air conditioner.

I stroked her hair gently, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon us. Hettie looked up at me, a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to reach into my soul. It was as if we had crossed some invisible boundary, leaving our inhibitions behind us.

"You're amazing," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion.

Hettie giggled, her cheeks flushed from the intensity of our lovemaking. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice low and sultry.

We laid there, our bodies tangled together, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. Her skin was warm and damp with perspiration, and the scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of our sex filled the air. I felt a sense of euphoria that was both surprising and addictive.

"This isn't something that can happen again," Hettie whispered, her voice filled with a hint of regret.

I nodded, understanding the gravity of our situation. "I know," I replied, though the thought of never feeling her warmth again made my chest ache. But for now, we had each other, and I was going to savor every second of it.

But for the rest of my stay in Bloemfontein, Hettie and I continued our secret rendezvous. We met in the early mornings before the world awoke, our clandestine meetings fueled by passion and a hunger that neither of us could ignore. Each encounter grew more intense, our bodies craving the connection that we had discovered in that hotel room.

I never heard or saw Hettie again after my trip. It was as if she had been a mirage in the desert heat of Bloemfontein, a fleeting oasis of pleasure in the drudgery of my life. But the memories of our encounters remained, vivid and potent, a secret I carried with me like a precious jewel.