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The Young Temptress (chapter 1)
Part One: The Older Sister Impaled

  She was tall and slender, and the golden length of her hair fell down to the petite shape of her waist-line. Her eyes were a deeply enchanting hazel and they could penetrate in one look the souls of a thousand men.
  But she was just that slight bit out of proportion. The kind of girl that catches your eye by the attraction of a part of her body rather than her overall appearance. Not to say that she didn't turn the heads of many eligible bachelors, but she wouldn't attract the cameras of magazines. She had potential, but alas her completeness was not there.
  James was an impressionable chap. Although he tended to take first impressions very seriously, he sometimes gave himself room for second thoughts if a relationship did not hold for him the high expectations that he maintained.
  But he wasn't one to toy with emotions. If he knew that he could damage a girl with a brief romance then he knew that he should not take the chance. This happened on not altogether rare occasions but invariably involved girls of an age much less than his own.
  Being 19 he knew that younger girls tended to take a broken heart a little more serious than those of a more mature age.   Justine was her name. She was the picture of his very dreams. The tall, blonde intelligent look of a girl that knew what she wanted and wasn't prepared to muck around. Although not altogether forward, she knew how to make a first approach.
  The music had not as yet built to the expected heights of volume and intensity that would accompany the latter hours of the nightclub, and conversation was a welcome relief from approaching boredom.

"I suppose you come here often?"
  He was startled out of the thought of him coming crashing out of a sharp turn on his jet ski earlier in the day to see the smile on her face. Having stood behind this female in the queue to get in, he had not expected his 'mate to mate' conversation to have impressed her at all. In fact, he had expected the opposite sentiment.   But the sight wasn't exactly painful, and he was actually delighted to have been approached. Perhaps the approach was a little too obvious, but being male the selection was not necessarily his to make.
  "No, not too often actually, but when I get a chance......" She blushed a smile, pretending to concentrate on the stirring of her drink. "It's just that I haven't made the trip into town lately since all the new nightclubs sprung up after the earthquake. "
  "No, " being quick to continue the conversation, " nor have I. But it's great to see, isn't it."
  Again the imitation stir, "Yeah, I agree. It's just that I've been away from the city in the meantime and don't really remember where everything is. I mean, I haven't even been into the city for 3 years...."
  He recognised the bait. His first impulse was of course the following question, but he gave himself some time to think by lifting the beer and taking a hearty mouthful. By the time he swallowed, the casual sentence emerged as the victor of the war to gain priority in his thoughts " I'd be happy to show you around if you like."
  Instantly the smile. She fancied this guy. He had seemed to purposely ignore her most of the night, so that she could take a long a decisive glance at the muscular formation of his lower torso and his back. It was enough to have impressed her and carry her this far across the room.
  She turned to face back across the room to see her friends, and gave them a confirming wink.
  "Just let me finish my beer first."
  Typical Aussie, she almost mumbled aloud. She knew what she really wanted, and undoubtedly so did he, but a beer is a beer and a bloke is a bloke. She smiled and nodded, lifting her own glass and tilting it towards his.
  Of course, he was first to finish, but soon she was stirring ice and making gurgling noises with the last drop of fluid up the straw, and she looked up happily, gently placing the glass on the counter.
  They both stood, casually dropping hands together, and turned to make for the door. Of course, the club admission had branded their wrists upon entry, so the slight tinge of guilt he felt at wasting money was relieved by the fact that he could return later at will. Little did he suspect that these feelings were not mutual - plans had been made and juices were already starting to flow.
  The clip of her heeled shoes down the footpath attracted his attention. "I see by those shoes that you either didn't plan to walk too far tonight or were prepared to wear out the soles of your stockings."
  He stifled a glance down to her feet and took in the length of her figure. The dark mini dress was stretching between her legs with each step, her dark tanned and almost perfectly smooth legs almost glistening in the fresh night. He took the time to measure her apparently firm little bum and saw the curved lines blend to a thin waist and a perfectly taught stomach. The need for a belt to keep her stomach in line was obviously not considered appropriate.
  She had the dark skin of a girl that attended the beach regularly, and also the supple smoothness that proved she wasn't a complete beach bum - she took care of her skin and it showed. He eyed carefully the low cut line of the top of her dress and noted no tan marks across her cleavage. Her breasts seemed squashed in their garment and therefore bulged a little out of the top edge. But the bulge of skin was small and tapered away quickly, giving credit to the firmness of each breast and the shape they were determined to maintain. Her neck was slender and looked delicate, with no sign of veins that belied age or stress. She looked the same age as he, and by the time he found rest at looking her in the face, he found her staring at him. The long transition from shoe to face had been made totally unaware of her looking back.
  Each of the parts of her figure seemed to slot into place perfectly, but there was something amiss - something about her shape. It wasn't quite perfect - at least not on 'supermodel' status - although she proved quite a feast for the eyes. Her face, too, although quite beautiful, missed a little in places and just seemed to be a little below the 'perfect beauty' threshold.
  He was more than aroused by her appearance, and he continued to stare at her.

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