Seductive Memories

Author: Rowan Voss

Chapter 1: Cloude Village

Words : 1204 Updated : Sep 18th, 2025

At the entrance to Cloude Village, Nixon Walker trudged along, lugging a heavy suitcase, its handle biting into his fingers. Fresh out of college, he'd come to the village on a teaching support assignment. The mountain path had been tough, and the place felt deserted. He was just about to start grumbling again when his eyes widened, locking onto a figure up ahead. Walking straight toward him was a woman in her twenties with the look of a young married woman. She wore a white blouse dotted with blue flowers and a sky-blue skirt that brushed her ankles. Her clothes were typical for the countryside. What stunned Nixon was her chest-those things were lethal. She had delicate features, fair skin, and a petite figure. She wasn't the type to turn heads in a crowd, but she had that sweet, girl-next-door charm. Only, for someone so petite, she was unbelievably busty. Those were about the size of a kickball-big enough that most adults would have trouble holding one in both hands. With each step, they jiggled. The buttons on her blouse looked ready to pop. A sight to behold. As she got closer, Nixon swallowed hard. His hands itched, and the wanting was even worse. If only he could cop a feel. Just to know what it was like to hold something two hands couldn't contain. The thought made him grin to himself; whatever he'd been complaining about was out the window. Man, this place was something else, turning out women like her. Seemed he'd lucked out, landing a spot like this. She came closer still, and it seemed she noticed him. Nixon cleared his throat and put on his best straight-laced, proper teacher look. "Uh… prett- ma'am, is this Cloude Village?" He nearly blurted out "pretty lady" and caught himself just in time. In the city, people toss around "handsome" and "beautiful" like it's nothing. But out here, that could come off like he was hitting on her. She seemed to catch his near-slip, and a flush rose in her pretty cheeks. "It is Cloude Village." Her soft, honeyed voice sent a shiver through him. Her voice was so soft and enticing. God, if she sounded like that in bed, he'd lose his mind. "That's great. I'm here in the village on teaching support," Nixon said, smiling as he held out his hand. "My name's Nixon Walker. What should I call you?" He knew a handshake wasn't exactly standard here, but he offered his hand anyway, hoping to touch her fingers. The moment she heard he was here for teaching support, her eyes lit up. Her daughter had told her the school was getting a new teaching support teacher-the one assigned to the first grade. What a relief. Her little girl wouldn't have to sit through classes with just a tape recorder anymore. "Oh, Mr. Walker, hello!" She quickly slipped her small hand into his. "I'm Mckenzie Looske. I'm a bit older-just call me Mckenzie, that's what everyone does. So you're the one teaching my daughter's class." Mckenzie wasn't local-she'd married into the village. Her husband had passed away a few years back, and since then she'd lived with her daughter, just the two of them. Her hand was so smooth it made his stomach flip. "What a coincidence. I didn't expect Mckenzie's daughter to be in my class. What's her name? I'll make sure to look out for her." He didn't want to let go. At first, Mckenzie seemed shy, her blush deepening. She meant to pull her hand back, but when she heard he'd keep an eye on her girl, her face brightened. "My daughter's name is Ophelia Reed." "Yeah, I'll look out for her," Nixon said, finally releasing Mckenzie's hand with obvious reluctance. He wished he could've kept holding on. Just then, his gaze snagged on her blouse. Somewhere along the way, the second button had come undone. Through the gap, he caught a glimpse of creamy skin and a deep, shadowed valley. He swallowed hard. That cleavage looked so deep-deeper than anything he'd seen on the models at auto shows. For a second, he even wanted to slide a finger in to test the depth. No, a finger wouldn't even reach bottom. You'd need a yardstick to gauge it.

Seductive Memories

Chapter 1: Cloude Village

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