Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (11 page)

Harder and faster he took over my body. His hand gripped my throat while his mouth devoured my face. Naturally
,
my hips started to move in the rhythm and tempo he set for us. He was
aggressively
thrusting deep inside of me, and I was relishing every minute of this new experience.

My hands gripped his rock
-
hard ass and tried to push him deeper inside of me. I wanted to devour him, to consume him the way he was consuming me. My mouth found his neck and bit into the side of it as if it were a piece of prime rib. I pulled on his skin with my teeth while my nails raked down his
back. I felt him flinch, and his reaction sent a wave
of
pleasure through my body.

With each aggressive move that I made toward him, Jake countered me with an even
-
stronger move. If I s
a
nk my teeth into his skin, he would have sunk his teeth into mine harder. The passion between us was something I had never felt
n
or experienced. I wanted more. But right now
,
I wanted to cum.

The tightness in my lower stomach gradually built to the point where I could hardly contain my screams. He drowned out
the sounds of
my throes of passion with his open mouth. He thrust his tongue down my throat while his hips circled and his dick pound
ed
at the inside walls of my
clenching
pussy.

He had pinned my arms above my head and thrust harder and faster. I could feel his rod grow larger inside of me. Then I felt him pull out and release his murky cum all over my stomach and tits. One spurt even hit me in the throat.

Then Jake collapsed on me. We were both breathless. I couldn’t help but smile profusely at the thought of my virginity being a thing of the past. I ran my hand through his hair and listened to his heavy breathing. His cum was now smeared between my stomach and his. The moment was perfect until the door to the room opened.

“Oh, pardon me, Mr. Shelby,” a woman said. She started to close the door to leave when Jake stopped her.

“Come in, Jessica. It’s okay.”

“Wait, what do you mean
its
okay?” I nearly screeched into Jake’s ear. He was now sitting up, and I was reaching for a cover that had fallen to the
floor
.

Jake glanced over at me with a
look of
disdain on his face. I wanted to scream. Who was this girl? I had just experienced sex for the first time, and he was inviting one of his employees into the room? I knew I had a horrified look on my face.

“Jessica, this is Alina. She is an extremely dear friend of mine,” Jake motioned to me on the bed.

“How do you do?”
Jessica curtsied but kept her eyes toward the ground.

A curtsy?
Really?
I believed that she was as uncomfortable as I was. She wore a long, brown wool skirt that touched below her knees. Her matching sweater was a crew neck and long sleeve
d
. She had little skin exposed, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. I realized that Jessica was dressed much older than her age. She looked to be six years older than me
,
maybe 25 years old. She was soft
-
spoken and well
-
mannered. It seemed to please Jake to see her submissive behavior. I was
more than
a bit jealous
of this young woman who could have passed for a librarian at a Bible college, from the way she was dressed and from her shy demeanor
.

“I’m fine, thank you.” Of course, I answered her with less confidence than I might have in a normal situation.

“Jessica, I need for you to take Alina in and clean her up,” Jake said.

I screeched, “
What?
No, she won’t
,
Jake. I’m fine. I can clean up at home.”

“Oh
,
really?” he questioned.

Then he pulled the blanket away from my body, and he looked down between my legs. My eyes followed his. There was a small circle of blood on the sheets, but there was also dried blood on my inner and upper thighs. I gasped. “Well, just show me where the restroom is, and I will wash myself.”

He had looked at me sternly before he spoke. He gave me the kind of look that told me that he was in charge;
it was
the kind of look that normally made me rebel. But at this very moment, I realized that I was in
his
gallery, in front of
his
employee, in a situation that I had never been in before. After all, this was my first experience with intercourse. “You will do as I say and you will obey Jessica
to the letter
because she is working under my direct orders. Am I understood?”

I swallowed hard
, more than confused that he now wanted me to obey someone else, as if her orders were his
. I reluctantly nodded.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “Did you honestly think you could walk into my gallery and disrupt my
art gallery
debut, seduce me with your almost
-
nude body and walk out of here without some form of discipline?”

Everything he said made those butterflies start to race around in my stomach again. What did he mean by
discipline
? I was scared and turned on at the same time. Those two emotions were incredibly erotic when put together.

Jake turned and looked at Jessica. “I want you to wash Alina. Show her a lot of TLC in her private areas. She is going to be sore. When you are finished, I want you to bring her back in here with me. I will have some decent clothes for her to wear.”

Jessica nodded but kept her eyes diverted downward. She walked over and reached her hand out for mine. I grabbed hold of my blanket and tried to wrap it around my body. The minute Jake saw me do that, he pulled the blanket from me and tossed it on the other side of the bed.

“There is no reason for you to cover up your body. You’re gorgeous, Alina. Besides, Jessica is here to care for you
,
not judge you.”

It was an odd feeling to know that customers were outside
in
his gallery while I walked around nude in the back of it. It was even odder to have a beautiful female wrap her arm around my waist and pull me against her body. But the strangest moment was when she whispered in my ear, “I’ll take care of you,” and then she leaned in and brushed her soft lips against mine.

It was odd because I was intrigued and suddenly excited about her washing me up and showing me TLC in my
private areas
. I leaned my head against her shoulder and let her guide me to the washroom.

I had just experienced my first time having sexual intercourse. The moment was surreal and exciting at the same time. I had no idea that a man’s cock could provide that much
pleasure
to a woman.
For the first time, I wondered why my mother
cowered
away from any sexual experience
because it was not the horrible experience that she had led me to dread, all of my life
.

Jake sent me to be cleaned up by his beautiful employee, Jessica. I was a bit confused by the turn things were taking. Why would Jake have someone else help me get cleaned up after I had sex with him? She wrapped her arm around my waist and gripped my
side
with her long fingers. I glanced up at her twice. The first time, I noticed her silky white skin. The second time, I couldn’t help but notice her soft, full lips.

The walk to the restroom with her seemed like a walk on death row. She was silent and seemed to be strangely obedient to Jake. She walked with a little bit of hesitation to her steps, as if she was dizzy or maybe even afraid of me. Was this part of her normal job for him at the art gallery? It was a little weird that this beautiful girl was leading me down a hallway, naked, with the intent to wash me. I was anxious,
scared and unsure of what would come next. What did Jake
mean
by TLC in my
private
areas?
Did he want her to take particular care when washing me, or did he
desire
that she carefully
wash
me?
Those two thoughts meant something entirely different.

As I walked next to Jessica, I leaned my body against her.
My pussy was
throbbing
and even the areas outside my pussy on the sides of my legs were sore
from the pounding they had taken
.
Jake
had
started off slowly, but he realized that the slower he moved
during intercourse,
the longer he prolonged my
pain
.
He showed me kindness by thrusting inside of me
fast
and hard. I was grateful that he was considerate of my comfort.

When we made it to the bathroom, Jessica escorted me into a large room that had a commode, basin, and a large hot-tub
style
bathtub. Overhead was a detachable showerhead that was small and gold. Jessica turned on the water in the bathtub and let it warm up.

In front of me, she began undressing. Her eyes stayed fixated on me while she removed her blouse and bra and started to
remove
her skirt.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m going to bathe you.”

“But why are you getting undressed?”

“I don’t
want
to
get
my clothes wet. Is that a
problem
for you?” she asked, pulling down her panties. She stood naked in front of me.

“No, of course not,” I whispered. “It’s definitely not a problem.”

I was mesmerized by her beautiful, round body. She was curvier than I was. Her breasts were large and
full
. Her stomach wasn’t quite as
flat
but
round
in an enticing way.
Her hips were larger than mine, and her legs were shapelier.
I stared at every inch of her. I wanted to
pull
my eyes
away
, but I was in a trance.

Oddly, I wanted to
touch
her to see if she were as
soft
as she looked. I saw her pink tongue run across her candy-apple red lips. They glimmered with saliva. I was curious. I kept my eyes diverted from her
private
area
because I didn’t want to stare.

Finally, I let my eyes travel down to that area. Her pussy lips were full like mine.
She had shaved,
but there was a
patch
of hair above her lips that was neatly shaped and manicured.
Peeking out from behind her pussy lips was her tiny pink clitoris.

I felt my body tingle with a desire to
touch
her.
I wanted to know if she felt as I did.
I wanted to taste her, smell her. But, I refrained from making any advances. After all, she was here to
wash
me up and
bring
me back to
him
.
And she was nude, so she didn’t get
her clothes
wet.

Jessica turned around and bent over to test the temperature of the water. She had a
sexy
birthmark on her left cheek. When she leaned over, I was able to see the
slit
of her kitty. I quickly looked away.  What was wrong with me?
I had just
experienced
intercourse
for the first time, and I loved it.
Why was I now fawning over this woman? Why wasn’t my sexual desire curbed at least for a little while?

Jessica walked over and grabbed my hand. She escorted me to the shower.

With blood on my thighs and a sore, sticky vagina, I was more than ready to clean up.

“I’m going to rinse you off and then I’m going to have you soak in Epsom salt.”

Her voice was quiet and mild.
She was a
woman
of
few words, but when she spoke, I could tell that she made it clear what she wanted someone to
know
.

I stepped into the oval bathtub and watched Jessica pull down the showerhead. She pointed the warm water at the top of my head. She let the warm water run down my hair and over the rest of my body. I closed my eyes at the therapeutic feel of the water pounding on my scalp.

My eyes flew open when I felt the showerhead water and her hands gently rub at the
inside
of my thighs.
I
inwardly
moaned at the
touch
of her feminine hand against my inner thigh.
I opened my legs wider, so she could
run
the water over my
private
area
.