Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (9 page)

She began to move her hips
to
the rhythm of my fingers. She
threw
her head back, and her long, curly red hair slapped the small of her back. I had to admit, if I
was
a lesbian or even a woman
who
enjoyed another woman
, and men as well,
I would have sunk into the erotic moment of Red’s beauty.

Don’t get me wrong, my panties were damp. But while I induced pleasure on this girl, my mind was buried in the desire I had for Mr. Shelby
, especially during t
hat particular moment when I saw him in that art gallery, and I was finally able to see his face and match it with his voice.

I was giving Red her moment of pleasure, but I knew she still wanted to hear more of my story. And for some incredibly strange reason, I wanted to tell her more of my story. I wanted her to relish in my first moments as an innocent girl
who
fought against the submissive life that Mr. Shelby was trying to teach me to understand.

My fingers stopped moving. Red’s hips continued to gyrate in the air
,
looking for the connection with the pleasure source. A wicked smile twitched my lips. I enjoyed torturing her between ecstasy and neglect. It was a means of control that she needed to understand and embrace. I remember the lack of control that I had in my own world when I was first introduced to pleasure from Mr. Shelby.

I walked around the table and sat down on the chair next to Red. Her eyes were glazed over, and her plump ass was still twitching from her desire to find a release.

“You’re a wicked woman, Alina,” Red managed to say with a hoarse voice.

“I’m
more wicked
than you will ever know.”

“He taught you to be that way?
”
she asked.

“He released me from society’s constraints. He let me discover what I enjoy and who I am. At times, the world wants us to be a certain way, and in our innocence, we conform to those obligations.”

“Wow, I never thought of it that way,” Red said thoughtfully.

“Sexually, we are all both submissive and dominating. However, our true traits lie beneath the surface of what the world has told us that we are. You’re here to find out exactly who you are, Red.”

“Will you tell me what happened after the art gallery when you saw Mr. Shelby? I want to know what happened next,” she pleaded.

I nodded, took a deep breath and let my mind travel back to that moment when Mr. Shelby was no longer a mystery. Instead, he was the man
of
my dreams
who
quickly became my reality.

Mr. Shelby’s appearance had stopped me cold. He was perfection that walked off the pages of
GQ
magazine
and into the gallery of art. His light brown hair was long and wavy. His face was rugged, chiseled by the hands of an angel to the perfection of a masterpiece. I could see his gold eyes scan the room as if he w
as
a tiger searching for his prey. I was mesmerized, yet I was determined.

I was determined to turn the tables in my favor. I wanted some semblance of control over the situation he had put me in. Just over two weeks ago, he
had
crept into my bedroom, through my window, and in some ways
,
humiliated me. In his attempt to teach me how to orally pleasure a man, he
had
also left me gripping my headboard after he
’d
spanked me with utter devotion.

I wanted him to induce the pleasure he had given me the first time we were together in the club; therefore, I waited each night for his return. I waited for him faithfully. After weeks of waiting, my lover never returned, and he left me in a state of desire
,
a state of need.

I left the art gallery that afternoon with ammunition and the ball in my court. I was bound and determined to travel
with the ball on the offense rather than the defense as I had done over the past month. It was time for Mr. Jake Shelby to realize that he had met his match. And even if he were still stronger, wiser and better equipped than I was in the arena of sex, I was ready to keep him on his toes.

I stood nude in my bedroom, gazing at my body in my full
-
length mirror. In order for me to be his equal, I needed to know my body and find comfort when looking at myself nude. I was ready to seduce him. I wanted to make his mind twirl with the same desire for me that he left me with each time he disappeared.

I stared at my bare feet in the mirror. My toe
nail
s were painted pink. Each toe was long and slender. I wondered what it would be like to stroke his dick with the arches of my feet. That was an idea that I tossed around for a few moments.

Then my eyes traveled up my thin legs to my shapely thighs. I had taken a deep breath before I let my eyes settle in on the nakedness of my virginal area. The fine feather
y
pubic hairs covered that area like a lot of weeds that hid a blooming rose. I tilted my head and remembered the clean
-
shave
n
private areas of the men and women in the orgy at the
sex
club.

Just above my flower was a small trail of wispy hair that led to my navel. My stomach was flat, and my waist curved inward. My breasts were small, firm mounds with medium
-
size areolas and relatively long nipples when they were hard. I had wished my tits were bigger, but I knew they were proportioned to my petite size.

I turned sideways and admired my protruding, firm ass. I had a little dimple on each cheek, but the way my buttocks extended outward and then curved in at the small of my back was a work of art. I grinned at the personal comfort I found while I stared at my body. It was gratifying
to be this comfortable in my own skin
.

I walked into my bathroom and grabbed a new disposable razor, cup of water and a bar of soap. I had decided that I wanted to know what my kitty would feel and look like when it was shaved. 

I placed a clean towel on the floor and sat down in front of my mirror. I
got myself wet, lathered up, and
ran the razor carefully over the areas that were covered in hair. I felt an odd tingling inside when I saw an area between my legs that was once covered in hair and was now smooth. I ran the disposable razor against the grain of my hairs, and it effortlessly removed everything in its path.

When I was finished, I was left with a bare, exposed milky
-
white pussy that was soft to the touch. My virginal lips looked bigger and fluffier than they did hiding behind the hair. I opened my legs in front of the mirror and for the first time
,
gazed at my sweetness.

It was pretty. My virginal pussy had never been penetrated. My knees were pulled up to my chest, and my legs were spread. I leaned back on one hand and let my other hand explore this discovery. I erased my mind and let my clit demand from my fingers what it wanted.

As my fingers circled around my clitoral area, the juices from my body began to secrete from my vaginal hole below. The lubrication made my fingers slide around my flower with ease and the satisfaction that I felt was almost unbearable.

My fingers circled faster as waves of moans left my slightly parted lips. My head was back, and my hair nearly swept across the bedroom floor. I was recreating that first night in the club with my lover and this time, for the first time, it was working. I could feel the pent
-
up desire increase in my lower abdomen like a boiling pot of water ready to overflow into the fire.

It was growing inside of me and needed to release. Within seconds, my boiling nest began to convulse between my fingers and the powerful release of pleasure
in a single cry
that left my lips
was
loud enough for the whole house to hear. It was so intense that my fingers stopped their incessant movements and the orgasm convulsed to a dull spasm.

I had finally provoked the aroused feeling that Mr. Shelby had given me at the club. I felt empowered. I was one step closer to taking complete control over my body and showing Jake Shelby that I could learn from his lessons. I realized that I wanted to please him. 

Each night
,
I slept in the living room on the couch and tried to avoid an encounter with Jake that might be on his terms. And each day, I researched his likes and dislikes. I searched the internet and read about his company, his public life and anything that the world of print might provide
to
an individual
with an
inquiring
mind
.

I wanted to prepare myself with knowledge; arm myself with the facts that would give me the upper hand when the time came. I didn’t know if Jake had tried to climb through my bedroom window again, because I wasn’t there to welcome him. But, I knew that the next time we met
,
it was going to be on my terms, and I was going to put him on the defense. I had to admit I was overly excited.

Finally, after two weeks of researching about him, pleasuring myself during my shower and learning my body inside and out, I came across the advertisement that was going to bring Jake Shelby and I back together as lovers.

On his website, he had posted an
announcement of an
art show at his gallery. He was hosting fellow artists
’
paintings along with the debut of his latest work. The advertisement stated that he was going to host the party at the gallery on Saturday. The event would start at 7 p
.
m. I was determined to attend his special night, unannounced
,
of course.

I stood in Jake Shelby’s art gallery. I remained a wall
flower
, hidden from the
sight
of anyone important. I made sure that my appearance was far from the appearance of those stiff individuals that attended such events.
It was crowded and I used the crowd as a buffer zone between me and wherever Jake was standing.

I wore a pleaded miniskirt that barely covered the bottom of my ass.
I added t
high
-
high socks with a pair of white knee
-
high boots and a white button
-
down blouse. Of course, I kept the first three buttons on my blouse unbuttoned so that anyone could see the mounds of my breasts poke out of my blouse.

My brown, long hair draped down my back and over my shoulder in ringlets. My makeup was heavier than usual and my red lips
tick
accentuated my full mouth. I was a woman ready to make an appearance.

I watched the people mingle. I could tell who were coworkers or friends
and who were fucking each other
. There was an aura around those
who
had enjoyed each other intimately. I had never seen that aura before, until I had
had
the opportunity to experience intimacy with another person.
With Jake Shelby.

Now
Jake Shelby stood on a small stage and introduced himself to the crowd. Everyone had clapped before he continued to un
veil
his debut masterpiece. It was a stunning abstract painting that resembled a landscape of some sort.  I didn’t know a lot about paintings, but I knew that this piece of work was as gorgeous as a Monet. Well, at least
,
to this untrained eye it was.

He spoke of his piece, but I didn’t pay attention to his words. It was his voice that captivated me. I moved from around a wall to the back of the crowd and slowly maneuvered into the middle of
the
crowd, listening to his seductive voice. At one point, I even closed my eyes and took in the moment
with
all my other senses
, as he had taught me when he had blindfolded me in the sex club
.

I felt the sticky feeling between my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties, so if I did start to secrete my juices
,
they would have no place to go but down my leg. I was in control of my body. I wouldn’t let the mere sound of his voice provoke me to that kind of excitement unless I wanted it to. I was a student
who
was learning the art of seduction, the art of sexual intimacy and the art of control.

When Jake asked if anyone had any questions, I knew that was my cue. I raised my hand, and he called on me, unable to see who I was behind the larger bodies in front of my petite stature. The butterflies in my stomach were fighting each
other while I thought about what I was going to say to this man. He had no clue that I knew who he was.