Lead Me Not Into Temptation

By Richard F Jones

Adam is a young man, in his late twenties, who attracts the attentions of women who are older than him. To his surprise and slight dismay, unfortunately nearly all of them are already married. This short story evokes his erotic tale of how he copes with the situation.
Will these adventures lead to his eventual downfall?
Read on to find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard F Jones
• Release date: Jan 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311210777

Richard F Jones

I was born in Wales, but have lived in Spain, Majorca, the western highlands of Scotland and the Wye Valley.My books are mostly set in the places where I have had homes. These include ten published paperbacks and eleven e-books.I append below a review from Mr Derek J Edwards of my novel, 'Time on their Hands'.'I could not put this book down. It was full of interesting characters, with twists and turns in every chapter. I will certainly be looking for other novels by Richard F Jones. 'You can check Amazon Kindle for the authenticity of the review.

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LEAD ME NOT INTO TEMPTATION

BY

RICHARD F JONES

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JULIET

She emerged from the front door of her house with eyes flaming, breasts bristling, hips thrusting, back and arse arched; in other words looking like everything you would ever want to fuck. She had dyed, shoulder length blonde hair, pale blue eyes, a proud nose and a sensuous looking small mouth. There was a tiny mole on the left side of her cheek, near to her nose.

Common sense should tell you when you are likely to get into trouble. At the time I was single, in my late twenties, in the prime of health, successful in my work in finance, but as will be described in due course, obviously lacking in certain areas of common sense. The trouble at that time in my life, for reasons I cannot explain, was that some women seemed to find me irresistible. Unfortunately they were not usually women of my own age and single, but often married women and in their mid thirties. For me those days turned out be a catalogue of misadventures. Juliet, as described above, was my first sortie into that territory.

‘Thank heaven you’re here,’ she said as soon as she saw me standing outside her front door. ‘I was getting desperate,’ she added, while her eyes were issuing flames of passion.

‘Anything to help a damsel in distress,’ I replied. She opened the door further to let me in and I followed her down the hallway towards the kitchen, unable to take my eyes off her long, slim, jean clad legs and pert, tight rear.

The problem in the kitchen was a tap that was spouting water uncontrollably like a gusher. Her husband, Tom, was away for a week with his work. I was one of her neighbours, living three doors away. We had all met up at various neighbourhood get-togethers. Even then I had been conscious of her seductive eyes making passes at me. She had phoned earlier about the leaking water and said she didn’t even know where the house stopcock was situated. I had