Authors: Brittanee Farrow
There was a small voice in Maria's head telling her she was making a mistake. Was this too much? She'd always been an advocate for woman having control of their bodies and their sex lives but was going to this guy’s house right after meeting him a bad idea? She wasn't even really concerned with the moral hang-ups. Maybe this was just flat out dangerous?
She was glad to be alone in her car, listening to the soft pop that was barely filtering through her speaker. She'd turned the music down to have a little chat with herself. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. This WAS a little risky but she'd texted Carol not too long ago, telling her what was happening. She'd gotten about ten texts back so far that switched between “Oh my god, what are you doing?” and “Go get it, girl!” She was going to go with the latter advice.
As they pulled up to the man's house she found herself awed at the sheer size of it. It was two stories but had various third story additions that jutted up into the night sky. It had a very old European feel but the quality of the building materials and the amenities screamed modern. It was clearly built within the last ten to twenty years.
He had a fountain. Mr. Perfect had a fountain. Of course he did! She was almost frustrated at that but just laughed giddily instead. This was seriously something out of someone's fantasy. She took a few deep breaths and squeezed her steering wheel, driving through the automatic wrought iron gates and parking behind his black sports car. His house was a dream, just like him.
She had always had an intense appreciation for architecture and design; She just didn't have the mind for it. She had found her calling in education. She smiled and settled her purse on her shoulder as she approached him, heels clicking against the stone driveway. No turning back now.
He smiled a little, trying to keep her at ease. She was nervous. It was pretty obvious. That jittery energy that was equal parts excited and terrified was almost palatable. And it was a taste he'd never get tired of. He offered his hand to her and she took it without a word. Word's seemed clunky and unnecessary at this point. There was something hypnotic about Mr. Perfect and she couldn't quite tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
She followed him up the winding driveway and watched his deft fingers unlock the door. The heavy wood creaked open slowly and revealed a house that was just as magnificent on the inside as it was on the outside. God. Was this for real? Like, really for real?
There were grand paintings along the wall and while none of them were Monet's, they were still impressive. Beautiful pieces from the Renaissance of plump women bathing in crystal clear water. They were smiling and splashing water onto their pale skin, cleansing themselves. All of these paintings were beautiful and struck just the right chord in Maria.
She wandered from him, going to one of the paintings of a woman in sheer linen robes, cradling a plump, smiling child in her arms. Everything about the woman in the painting was ethereal and motherly. She wanted to reach out and touch the painting but was afraid the oils on her fingers might damage the delicate paints.
Her hand stayed limp at her side and she was caught up in the beauty of the painting. She didn't even notice as Dorian slid around to her side, standing just behind her and holding a glass of fresh, cool wine. “It's a beautiful painting, isn't it?” He asked softly.
She jumped a little but smiled weakly “You snuck up on me!” She said with a laugh, hand over her heart.
He smiled and offered her a glass, sipping on his own “The wine at the restaurant was good but this is a vintage.” He said.
She took the glass, grinning and holding the glass with both hands. She took a sniff and it made her head spin in the most delightful way and she licked her lips a little, tipping the glass up and taking a small sip of the wine, tasting it's flavor. It matched its owner. It was smooth, rich and full-bodied and she found herself wanting so much more.
She let the wine sit on her palate for a moment before glancing at what she was pretty sure was a drawing room. Who even had those anymore? She grinned though and eyed the bookshelves that were overflowing with weathered manuscripts. She was trying to come up with something seductive to say. Something that would turn his world upside down and entrap him, but all that came out was “So, that couch looks comfy.”
God, really? That's what she said?
He laughed a little, enamored by her attempts to seduce him “It is quite comfortable. Care to have a seat?”
They both made their way to the soft, black suede couch and she groaned a little as she sunk into the plush cushions, sighing softly. She turned and put her hand against her temple for a moment, her eyes falling half closed as she watched him “Just so you know...I don't normally follow guys to their mansions on the first date” She murmured softly, sipping on her wine heartily. She was planning on having much more of this wonderful drink.
He smiled a little “I didn't think so. And even if you did it doesn't matter much to me. I don't feel the animalistic need to be the man to claim his land.” The sarcasm seethed out as he shook his head. “I always found it odd that men would be so hung up and a woman's sexuality. Experience is good anywhere else in the world. Why not sex?” He shrugged and she grinned.
“You can't be real.” She said quickly. “You're handsome, progressive, rich and you have an amazing wine collection, apparently.” She said, waving her hand.
She was starting to feel hazy. Maybe she really was dreaming. He reached a hand out to caress her cheek, tracing smooth finger's along her defined cheekbones. He used the motions to draw her attention to his own face “I assure you, darling...I am very real.”
His voice had dropped a few octaves and the sudden shift made her quiver. She had always been the type for well articulated come backs but this time; all she could manage was a soft “Oh...” As her heart jumped in her chest.
He smiled a little and drew his thumb along her lower lip “Maria. Tell me what you want. Don't be coy. I'm not interested in games.” He murmured, his thumb tracing down her chin and along her long neck to her bare shoulders “Tell me.”
Her eyes fluttered and her toes curled when he touched her. He was hardly doing anything and it was driving her wild “I...I want...” She was suddenly very aware of every breath she took and every beat of her heart. Was she being drugged? Did she really care? Not really.
For a moment her throat was too dry to speak and her eyes finally opened “You...” She whispered, the word falling from her lips like a desperate prayer “I want you.”
His smile became predatory and he tangled his fingers in her curly hair and pulled her close with s strength she hadn't even imagined. Her body was shaking against his and it wasn't from fear. It was from unmatched anticipation. She could feel a warm wetness between her thighs. She wanted this. She wanted this more than she'd wanted anything. Maybe it was the wine but she was sure it was mostly him.
His eyes caught hers and he held her gaze for a long moment “You're sure you want this?” He asked one more time, his lips moving to grace along her cheeks and nose.
She could smell his scent. It was manly, woodsy and sweet all at the same time. Everything about him was intoxicating, but the way he smelled was getting to her in the best way possible. She pressed her knees together, whimpering softly “I....Yes.” She whispered again, her voice desperate and strained.
He smiled and tangled their fingers together a moment before bringing his hand up to stroke the hair from her face in the most tender gesture “What a good girl.” He praised, “Good girls get rewarded, you know.” He said softly “But I must have you know, I am a hard man to please.” He smiled.
She looked at him, perfect brows furrowed together curiously. “You are?” She whispered, that curious look turning to one that said she was willing to take on his challenge.
“You may need...assistance.” The last word was said so easily and confidently that she hardly skipped a beat.
“Assistance?”
“Yes. Don't worry. We will show you everything you need to know. Everything you want to know. Tonight will be a night that will be burned into your memory forever, Maria. It will be a dream you won't want to wake from. Every desire burning behind those beautiful eyes will be fulfilled. All you have to do is say yes.”
What was he talking about? Three hours ago she probably would have been hightailing it out of there. She would have called Carol and screamed at her for setting her up with a creep. But that was then and this was now. And right now all she could think was one thing, and one thing alone.
“I want this.”
He stood from the couch and took both of their wine glasses, setting them aside and offering his hand to her. She felt a little tipsy and couldn't help the girlish giggle that bubbled from her throat. She was a little embarrassed by it and blushed as she took his hand and stood “Sorry. That was, uh, some really good wine.”
He smiled and pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her gently “You can have as much as you like.”
His smile was soft but playful. “I'm good for now. I want to remember tonight,” she said softly as they started to leave the drawing room.
She wasn't sure if it was the wine or her excitement but the house seemed brighter and much larger than it had before. They passed several more paintings of the beautiful women and others of animals and portraits. He was clearly fond of the arts and the female body. He had it depicted in all of its shapes, sizes and colors. He didn't seem to have the same kind of lust that most men did. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the female form in all of its glory.
She was lost in her thoughts and hardly noticed when they stopped in front of a large, full oak door. It was a French style and had intricate designs carved into it that she couldn't really place. They were probably the work of some artist he commissioned. It seemed like something he might do. He clearly enjoyed fine artisan products. Why should the double doors leading to his bedroom be any different?
The second she stepped through the door she felt an almost tangible shift in power. Up until now they had been equals. He didn't even have to say it. She just knew that he was master of his domain in this particular room and despite her independent tendencies she was excited.
She had been distracted taking in the rich colors and expensive fabrics that were draped across the bed and she'd almost missed the beautiful, nude woman in the middle of the room. Maria's eyes fell on the woman and a soft gasp escaped her lips. She was beautiful. She reminded Maria of the woman from the painting. She was soft, plump and beautiful. Her body had delicate curves that she didn't bother covering with clothing. Her hair was long and curled, falling across her luscious, pale breasts and tickling the very top of her ample bottom. She was lovely.
Maria would be lying if she said her interest had always been wholly in men. That was far from the truth. Her longest and most gratifying relationship had been with a woman. If she was being honest, she'd missed the soft touch of a woman's skin on hers. She'd missed the weight of perfect breasts in her hands. So was she up for a threesome? More than she'd ever thought she could be.
The woman's skin was a stark contrast to Maria's. It was pale and freckled without a single scar or mark to mark the flesh. She was utterly wondrous. Maria was having a hard time pulling her eyes from the lovely red headed woman.
Dorian smiled and crossed the room to the woman, wrapping an arm around her. “Hello darling,” he said softly, stroking her pink cheeks with an unbelievable amount of tenderness. “This is Maria. She's going to be joining us this evening.”
The barefooted woman smiled brightly and spoke to Maria in a voice that resembled the wind. It was breathy and excited, a slight trill in it when she spoke Maria's name “Maria...What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” She whispered, stepping forward and touching Maria's face with an excited curiosity. “Beautiful...” She repeated, eyes bright and shining.
Maria blushed a little and cleared her throat “I...Um...I mean, you aren't bad yourself.” She said with an excited giggle, eyes fluttering closed as the woman's soft finger's brushed along her face “What...Is your name?” She sighed out; head tilting back as the woman touched her neck.
“Isabel,” she hummed, dropping her hands to her sides.
Maria was almost regretful that the woman's fingers were no longer dancing across her skin. It had felt so right.
Dorian was standing off to the side, smiling as he watched their interactions. People's reactions to Isabel were always a deciding factor for him. He seemed eager and ready to take just about anyone but this was his screening process. He stepped forward again so that he was in clear view of both of them. “You two seemed to have hit it off.” He mused, looking between them.
Isabel giggled, covering her mouth a little “Maria is beautiful.” She said softly “And nice. I can tell.” She said quickly.
Maria smiled, blushing a little, wondering if she should return the sentiment. Dorian spoke before she could make her decision “In that case, why don't you take Maria over to the shower room so that you two can get ready.” He said softly as he slowly slid his tie off, smiling at them both.
Isabel reached out and took Maria's hand gently, her body vibrating with excitement. Her giddiness was so refreshing. She genuinely seemed excited to have another woman in the house. Maybe it had been a while? “Yes! Maria, let me show you the shower room! It's so beautiful! I know you'll love it.” She said quickly.
She bounced and Maria couldn't help but notice her full breasts moving with her. Maria grinned and let out a little laugh, feeling almost endeared by the woman's excitement to show her around “How could I say no to such a cute woman?” She asked, fondness running across her own face. It was very easy to warm up to these two.
Isabel blushed a little and brought a petite hand to her mouth, covering her lips coyly before giving Maria's hand a little tug “Come with me.”
Maria was happy to comply and followed the pale woman towards another thick, towering door. Isabel pointed to the floor in front of the door and hummed “Leave your shoes there.” She instructed, opening the door.
Inside, the bathroom was all stone. There were two floor-to-ceiling mirrors to the side of the vanity and a large, sprawling granite counter top that was kept perfectly neat. She assumed Isabel must have been a stay at home girlfriend/wife/companion. The house was impeccable, though she expected nothing else from Mr. Perfect.
There were several decorated jars along the counter and to the right there was a bathtub that was easily big enough for three to four people. It was deep and very old fashioned with no real curtain. Huh...That was strange. As she stepped onto the stone floor she gasped softly as her feet heated under it. He had heated stone floors in his bathroom! That was it. She was never leaving this place. She stood still for a moment, just grinning and enjoying the warmth as Isabel closed the door behind her.
When she heard it click shut she opened her eyes and watched as the shorter woman came to stand in front of her “Can I help you undress?” She offered sweetly.
Maria smiled and stroked the red-head's cheek fondly “Of course you can, sweet thing.” She sighed.
Isabel draped her arms around Maria's shoulder's and used it as an excuse to press her soft warm body against the woman's, hands moving deftly to untie the cloth that held Maria's bright dress up. Isabel leaned in close and her nose and lips brushed against Maria's soft skin, letting out a happy little nose as her tongue ran across the skin, tasting it. This woman, Maria, was delicious.
She smiled and pulled away, watching gleefully as the dress slipped from Maria's body and crumpled to the floor where Isabel preferred it be. The redhead took a moment to take in the woman's perfect body. She was toned, muscular and lean. The woman clearly ran pretty regularly. Her breasts were not large but they were generous and perky, her nipples hard and seeking attention. There was one thing that still had to go.
Isabel stepped forward and fell slowly to her knees, smiling up at Maria. The other woman's breath had caught in her throat and she found herself deeply embarrassed at the way Isabel was watching her with such reverence. Pale, thin finger's hooked into Maria's black panties and pulled them down slowly and Maria found herself panting, hand dropping to touch Isabel's perfect red hair.
Maria had prepared for this. She'd taken all the care in the world to shave every inch of her body and it seemed to be paying off. Once her panties were down around her ankles, Maria stepped out of them and brushed them aside easily, her legs spreading on instinct.
She watched, quivering as Isabel looked up at her with those sky blue eyes and moved to bury herself between Maria's legs. Maria let out a long, shaky moan, her legs buckling a little as Isabel took in the scent of the taller woman and her tongue sought to taste her. She was pleased with the soft sobbing sounds Maria was making at the teasing.
She laughed breathily and pulled away, licking her lips “You're very eager, Maria.” She whispered, standing slowly and looking up at the woman.
Maria panted and put a hand in her curly hair “It's...Been a while.” She said with a shaky smile.
Isabel took Maria's hand and smiled “Well, don't you worry. We're going to fix that right up.” She promised, with all the hospitality of a southern housewife.
Isabel led Maria to that glorious tub and pressed a button that was sunk into the wall. Maria was more than a little impressed when water fell from the ceiling. That's why there was no curtain. Isabel left Maria to marvel at the shower for a moment as she collected a few bottles from the sink. She returned to the tub and started to pour that various liquids and herbs into the tub. They mixed with the water and steam and soon the bathroom was filled with a woodsy smell that had a little bit of a floral undertone. It was the smell of a spring storm and Maria loved it.
Isabel helped Maria into the tub and soon they were settled in the warm water together. Maria honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd been this content. She drew Isabel into her arms and smiled, glad that she was facing the other woman. Their legs were on either side of each other and they were able to take each other in as the water fell onto them from above.
The smell was becoming intoxicating and Maria found herself reaching for a bottle of scented oil that was settled on a shelf attached to the tub. She uncapped it and tilted the bottle, letting some of the sweet smelling oil drip onto Isabel's ample breasts. Maria let out a soft moan that was echoed by Isabel as she reached up with one free hand and started to run her fingers through the oil. She set the decorative bottle down so that she could knead and massage Isabel's breasts with both hands, enjoying the slick feeling of perfect skin beneath her fingers. They were warm and heavy and everything that Maria missed about women.
Isabel let out a generous moan and let her head fall back, her back arching sharply into Maria's touch as she chanted the woman's name. The smells and sounds that were enveloping Maria were making her feel very strange. Her vision wasn't getting blurry but it was getting hazy. She felt like she was dreaming and that everything she was experiencing was on some other plane of existence. Isabel's perfect breasts and musical moans were the furthest things from reality, it seemed. She was warm and her breathing was even. Every movement this perfect woman made hypnotized her.
Maria leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Isabel's taught nipples and the woman let out the most pleased sound, jutting her chest out to beg for more attention “Maria!” She gasped, squirmed against the woman and chewing her plump lip.
Maria was sure that she was doing a good job. She could only assume that she was doing
too
good of a job because before she could stop herself she heard the door creak open and a soft chuckle “Are you enjoying yourself ladies?” The voice was deep, masculine and pleased. It was certainly Mr. Perfect.
Isabel let out a happy laugh and nodded, her pale skin flushed with pleasure. Maria pulled herself away with a small moan and turned to look at Mr. Perfect with eyes half closed “Ah...Yes. I missed being with a woman.” She laughed wildly; uninhibited thanks to the potent mix of Isabel's moans that sweet smell of the water.
Dorian smiled and held out a hand to Isabel, helping her out of the tub first. It was only once the distractions of Isabel’s breasts were pulled away that Maria noticed Dorian's attire: Nothing.
He was completely nude with a hairless chest. He had defined muscles and a tattoo over his heart it was a strange symbol and she squinted her eyes to look at it. Ah...It was a classic Uroboros with something inscribed in Latin in the middle. The tattoo seemed strange but she didn't have much time to dwell on it as her eyes wandered further south and fell on the patch of hair that led to his cock. Oh...It was just as perfect as the rest of him. She chewed her lip a little and then looked back up at him. He almost wanted to tell him his cock would be the perfect size to fill her up but she was having a hard time controlling her body.
Isabel laughed a little and leaned down, wrapping her arms around Maria to help her stand a little “I think the water is getting to her.” Isabel said, knowingly.
Maria still felt as if she were in a dream state and looked up at Dorian, smiling a little “Hi.” It was stupid and simple but it was all she could muster in that moment.