The art of seduction.

Sunday afternoon, post brunch, post one and a half bottles of white wine.
Drop into an art show looking around I spot her and she me.
The curator is the only common link between us. While he explains the subtleties of colour, the nuances of brush strokes, I and she have already taken off on a journey to the stars. For us there is no tomorrow, so tonight we dance like no tomorrow.
Famous first words from a liberated woman, “your place or mine”. She drove, again like no tomorrow.
My place, a company guest house. With two sleeping occupants.
We sit on the couch respecting the next five minutes of an unnecessary prelude. She calls me enigmatic and I call her my forbidden fruit. She wants to see my bedroom and en-route she pins me to the corridor wall and kisses me. I kiss her back with as much adventure as in a racy sex novel. To the sounds of the Morning orbits, a song close to my heart now…“all your sex and your diamonds”.
The evening is on. We both get that adrenalin rush of making love in house with other guests. No bedroom had we. But that did not stop us for one nano second.
Having sex with all your clothes on intensifies the element of mystery and intrigue. For a while we stretch out on the dining table and make crazy love. Panting for more, we use the quentiessential marble kitchen counter of with her halter and off with my Levis in darkness in perfectly rehearsed synchronization we make love. Back on the couch we can’t keep our hands off each other, necks covered with the remains of the evening we want some more there is no looking back now. Just like in the movies we move closer and closer and touch more and touch deeper. Each time we kissed we heard music divine.
We don’t want to stop but someone wakes up and walks into the room. To the naked eye we were just two regular people having a drink and a chat. They exit and we start whispering into each others bodies. We must stop, it’s highly dangerous that someone would walk in again and we could be compromised. But this is not a confidential secret society meeting. Oblivious. Sexual abandon and our dreams came true.
I walk her back to her car.
I don’t have her number neither do I know her name.
But we promise to meet before we die!