An Unintended Seduction (pt 1)

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An Unintended Seduction (pt 1)An Unintended Seduction (Pt 1)This is a story of an accidental and unplanned seduction and of a man’s struggle with his feelings. It is, I hope, a sensitive yet erotic tale of unlooked for passion and irresistible desire aroused when two kindred spirits meet.Meeting Donna.About 70 yards from where I live is a convenience store, very useful for those little things you forget when you do the main supermarket shop or items like milk and the daily newspaper that you need on a regular basis.Bottom line is that I am normally there at least once a day for something or other. It is also of course a great place to bump into people from the local area and it was here that I first noticed her.Over a period of a few weeks I noticed that this young girl was there quite often when I was, coincidental no doubt. I don’t normally notice the k**s in there either getting sweets with their pocket money or trying to get adults to buy them cigarettes or cider but something about this girl caught my attention.It was not a sudden, stunning awareness but a gradual thing over time.There were a few things that stood out to me. She was always alone, never with mates. She did more that small amounts of shopping, normally she would leave struggling with 4 or 5 bags; and she seemed quite serious, rather grown up perhaps.She had that wonderful freshness of a girl early in her puberty, I would guess that she was maybe mid teens, of course it is not always easy to tell and she could have actually been anything from 13 to 18. She had the beginnings of her adult body, that delightful fullness to her hips and narrowing of her waist, past her p*****n puppy fat and into the ripeness of young fertility.When wearing jeans she had a fantastic flat tummy and the beautiful curvature of hip and bottom that girls seem to get first.She was clearly still quite young, although fairly tall and slim, her chest did not seem fully womanly, she had delightful but small breasts, nipples very noticeably topping their roundness. She also seemed to have a lack of self consciousness that meant she was often comfortable wearing a t shirt with no bra underneath.Not that she really needed one as at that age they seem to be able to defy gravity but so many young girls insist on a bra as soon as they hit puberty even though there is absolutely no need, she seemed free of such silliness and seemed more at ease with herself.Anyway, over the last few weeks of the summer I gradually became aware of her. She wasn’t always there when I popped across the road to the shop but she was there often enough for me to notice her. I found myself looking for trends to try güvenilir bahis and work out if there were particular times when she was there – I liked seeing her, there was something alluring about her.If it was term time I assumed she would have been there before or after school but as it was the holidays she could be there any time she wanted. I also noticed that she walked to and from the shop past my house, on the other side of the street but in clear view from my office on the 1st floor.I am lucky that I work from home most days when I am not visiting clients, so if I am not too busy I can sit in my office and watch the world go by outside. This is how I worked out that she generally did her shopping in the early afternoon, not every day but most days.I enjoyed seeing her so it was not long before I found myself invent excuses to go to the shop shortly after she passed my house. Was I a little creepy doing this? Was I stalking her? I was careful to not cause her any discomfort or to make her nervous. I would smile at her if we made eye contact but nothing more than that. I just enjoyed admiring her blossoming womanhood and looking at her developing figure with its clean and unadulterated freshness. No make up, nothing overtly sexual or prematurely adult – she was not like a prepubescent girl in heels and make up trying to be something she was not.If she happened to be leaving the store at the same time as I was or when I was coming in I would hold the door open for her so that she did not have to struggle with her bags and I would stand aside to let her pass, as I would for anyone who needed help.It was after one such occasion that things changed.I was behind her in the queue at the single checkout. I had just the daily paper but she had a full basket of goods, full to over flowing actually, so much so that she had rested it on the ground. I very much enjoyed the view when she bent down to pick up her basket to place it on the checkout, she really did fill her jeans in a most womanly way with a lovely alluring curve to her hips and bottom.It took a little time for her goods to be rung up and bagged and for her to pay before I could be served. I took only a moment as I had just the one item so when I turned to leave the shop she was still at the door struggling a little with 5 bags trying to get the door which opens towards you.“Here, allow me.” I reached past her and opened the door, holding it wide while she picked up her bags and left the shop.“Thank you” she was quiet and perhaps rather shy at being helped by this much older man. She turned along the pavement towards my house with me a few yards behind her. bets10 güvenilir mi Just as she drew level with the house, and as I was preparing to cross the road, the handle of one of her plastic shopping bags broke and some of her shopping spilled out.“Oh no.” she stopped and lowered the rest of her bags to the ground and tried to put the spilled items back into the broken bag.“Can I help you? You seem to be struggling with all that.” I squatted down next to her and carefully gathered up the spilled shopping into the partly broken bag. I then took two of the other bags and straightened up.“Let me help you carry these home. Is it far?”“Please don’t trouble yourself I am sure I can make it alright.”“Don’t be silly it is no problem at all. Now, lead on.” I smiled widely at her and held my arm out to indicate that she should lead the way.She walked past me and headed to the corner which was the entrance to the nearby estate. There was an awkward silence as we walked, I am sure she had no idea what to say and she seemed rather shy.“This is a lot of shopping for you to carry home on your own, you should get your mother to help you or go to the supermarket.”“I can’t, Mum can’t get out much these days and I can’t drive so I have to come here everyday instead.”“Oh, I understand. Is your mother unwell?”“No, she is fine but she can’t get out of the house without assistance so I have to do my bit. I don’t mind at all but as you can see it is sometimes difficult. Thank you for your help.”“Oh its nothing, I am glad I can be of use. You should try and get friends to help you when you have a big shop to do. Of course I would be happy to help if I am around.”She smiled at me but then looked down at the ground, suddenly all bashful. I must say such shy and demure behaviour is something I find very attractive, if only she knew but I am sure she had no idea of the affect she was having on me.We walked about 5 minutes into the estate, really not that far from the shop after all and then she stopped outside a small 5 floor block of flats.“Thank you so much for your help; this is home and I can handle it from here.”“Are you sure, it is really no problem to bring it inside for you.”“Best not, Mum is not great with visitors. But thanks all the same.”“That’s quite alright, it was my pleasure. My name is David by the way, what is yours?”“Donna.”“Well Donna, enjoy the rest of your day and take care with the shopping.” With this I turned and walked briskly back towards my house without looking round. I did sneak a look back as I turned the corner and lost sight of Donna. I could swear that she was looking at me but I could mobilbahis have been mistaken of course.During the next week I saw Donna every day in the shop. Each time we said hello to each other, she was of course a little shy and awkward about it, but I was warm and friendly. On three occasions she allowed me to help her carry her shopping back to her block of flats but never let me help her in with it.On those occasions we chatted a little and she gradually started to relax with me. She told me that as she spent a lot of time looking after her mother she did not have many friends outside school but that she was OK with that and it did not bother her.She seemed a bright k** and I suspect she was conscientious and studied hard when she was not helping her mother around the house.On the last day that I helped her with her shopping, as we walked passed my house towards hers she asked.“Is that where you live David?” As her hands were full of shopping bags she pointed with her elbow across the road to my house.“Yes it is.”“Wow, you are lucky to live in such an amazing house.” I should explain; although the area I live in is pretty ordinary, I am very luck to have a rather old house. It is at least 300 years old and rather impressive – it has a columned porch and is quite grand.“You are right, I am, although it requires a lot of up keep and I am always having to do things to keep it in good nick.”“Do you live there alone? It looks rather big for one person.”“No, my wife, Carole, lives with me and we have three grown up c***dren who have moved away now but they grew up here.”“I have never even been in a house as large as that. I can’t imagine what it is like inside.” Donna was quite wide eyed looking across the road at the house. I suppose I took it for granted as I had lived there for quite a while; but it was impressive.“You are welcome to take a look round sometime if you want to. I would be delighted to show it to you.”“Really, would you? That would be amazing. When can you show me?” “Well, I am a little busy today and its a big house to look around so we should allow a bit of time. Do you think you are around next Monday?” I had picked this day because I knew my wife would be out all day at work. She does not work full time so I had to pick my day. Whilst I had no dishonourable intentions towards Donna – I genuinely did not – I still did not want the complication of explaining to my wife why Donna was here. Maybe sub consciously I also wanted to show Donna the house alone.My wife knew that I occasionally helped Donna carry her shopping home and thought it was rather kind of me but nothing more than that. Indeed at this stage there really was nothing more than that. Yes, Donna was very pretty with that fantastically sexy look of blossoming womanhood but I had no thoughts of anything between us – I was far too old for her and she was far too young for me…..to be continued

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