Tender seduction

Olga seemed conflicted about something, but Samson tried to dissuade her from thinking too hard.

"Does your husband appreciate your beauty? Why, you could have any man you wanted. Any man in this room would kill to have you on his arm."

"What about you?" she asked, cracking a slight smile for the first time.

"What makes you think I haven't already?"

Olga blushed a deep crimson.

You're on fucking fire tonight. I love it! Now close the deal.

"I would love to get a little closer to your lovely neck."

"Oh, you must not!" the panic in her voice told Gray that Olga was giving over to more primal instincts.

"Perhaps we could move somewhere more private, then?"

There was only a minute's hesitation before Olga almost pulled Samson upstairs to a very well-appointed sitting room. She sat on an armchair, and positioned herself to hear more of Samson's compliments. He did his best to shower them upon her.

A few minutes of flattery turned into almost an hour, as Olga seemed to drink up every word Samson could gush about her flawless body. Still, she resisted the few times he tried to prod her further. Finally, she cracked. As he waxed poetic about her full, pillowy lips she sprung forward and planted a kiss. It quickly devolved into heavy petting.

"Stop! Get off," Olga suddenly insisted.

Mildly panicked, Samson did so, taking two full steps back as a precaution. Fearing this was the end of his seduction, Samson was preparing to call in Gray to finish the job, but instead, Olga began to slip out of her dress. Beneath was a pair of light pink lingeire that was clearly struggling to contain her prodigious assets. Olga attempted a flirtatious modelling pose, and its awkwardness was completely lost on a stunned Samson who was drinking in the sight of her.

While it was clear that she was not very practised in the art of seduction, her eagerness and Samson's horniness were well matched. He could not take his eyes off her perfectly sculpted breasts, a fact which she seemed to take great pleasure in.

They moved closer to the large fireplace, and Olga lowered the lights. Samson kept trying to move closer to a consummation of this seduction, but Olga seemed to be having some second thoughts. Just as he was running out of patience, she made up her mind.