Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (22 page)

“Just kidding.
I love to eat, but if my parents make me go to business school, I will be going on the lam with a huge block of clay and a potter’s wheel.”

He laughed. “Do you want me to talk to them about your art dreams?”

I smiled. “Not yet. And they do know. I’m going to work on my dad. I made him some art stuff for his birthday and I hope he will be impressed and let go of the leash. It’s time.”

He stroked the wing of the raven. “This is beautiful work. You’re so accomplished for your age. This is unbelievable. It’s passionate and moving.”

“Thank you so much. It means so much to me that you…see what my passion is, too. That you admire my work is just icing on the cake.”

He smiled at me.

“I thought…I thought it would go with your living room décor. If it clashes, I’ll understand.” 

“M
y
lady,” Archie said with a silly grin on his face, “
This is so beautiful. Thank you!” He kissed me on the cheek and my toes curled inside of my shoes. I thought I would faint.

“Let’s go see.” He turned on the living room lights. They were very low and I thought he would put my raven away on a high bookshelf, but no, he put it on the mantel between his two gothic paintings. I nearly fainted.

“It’s stunning!” he said. “Like that spot had been made for your work!”

My heart leapt and I got so choked up that I had to turn away.

“Kimberly. Come here.”

I went to him and looked up.

“Don’t ever let anyone stop you from pursuing your art. You have something special.”

“Really?”

He smiled. “Yes. Don’t fish for compliments when such has already been given. Now, back to the kitchen, my lady!”

I followed energetic Archie back to the kitchen, thinking about the nuances of what he had said about fishing for compliments. Adult relationships were complicated.

“
Now is the t
ime that we’ve been waiting for: t
he unveiling of tonight’s special
dish
by
yours truly.
”

I watched him bow before me, and I couldn’t help but giggle. My giggle provoked something different in him. He lifted his head. His eyes were dark as coal and his grin as sadistic as the devil himself.
A shiver rippled through me.
Archie stood and came toward the bar stool where I had been sitting for a few moments.

He placed his warm hands on my thighs and slowly opened my legs. I wasn’t sure what to do. The look in his eyes scared me
,
yet he was touching me and desiring me the way I wanted
him
to.

He moved in closer between my legs so that the bottom of his hips rubbed against my inner thighs and then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
Then he kissed my ear and I don’t know if I had ever known such a delicious sensation. I nearly melted at his feet.

“I’m gonna feed you
, and this feeding shall be a work of art in and of itself
.”

“I can feed myself,
Archie,
” I quickly
replied
.

“I didn’t ask you if you could feed yourself. I told you that I would feed you.”

I wondered if I continued to rebel against his statements if he would spank me again. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out, so I agreed to his weird request. “
Please…
Only, if I can feed you too
.
”
I added, “Sir.”

“You will feed me
,
Kimmy. Trust in that,” he quietly said as he walked over to the stove and placed a healthy portion of spaghetti and sauce on my plate. 

He placed the food on the kitchen
i
sland in front of where I was sitting. He reached up and started to unbutton my blouse as he looked
into
my
eyes.

I whispered, “What are you doing?”
Red flags went up in my head.

“I would hate to get sauce on your white blouse. I think you should remove your shirt and
bra before you eat
.”

I know he heard me swallow loudly. I wasn’t sure what to do. “I think you can manage to put the fork in my mouth, Archie.”

“You’re in my house and you’re my guest. I think it’s polite for you to follow my rules. If you can’t do that, you’re free to go home.
Now.
”

I glanced over at the draped window toward my home. What would I do at home? I would be watching a rerun show
of
What Not to Wear
on TV or playing on my
F
acebook
page
. He waited for me to decide. I knew once I decided to stay, I was going to have to follow his rules or run out of his home like a coward. “You can remove my blouse,” I told him.
“I give you my permission,” I said boldly.

I saw his lips twitch and then turn up into a grin. He undid each button on my blouse and then slid it off my shoulders and folded it neatly, placing it in a bag. My heart was pounding against my chest
at a hundred
miles
per
hour. I felt my body tremble at the thought that I was semi
-
nude in front of my neighbor.

He disconnected my bra and slowly released my firm breasts from their place in the cup
s
of the bra. He slid my bra off my shoulders and placed it in the bag with my blouse. The exposure to the air pu
ckered my nipples
. I was embarrassed, but I refused to show this
beautiful and intriguing o
lder man that I felt insecure
under his gaze
.

He must have known that I was worried about my breasts being inadequate because he said in a husky breath,
“Kimmy,
your
breasts are beautiful
. They’re exquisite, in fact.
”

I breathed hard, taking it in that this amazing man thought that my breasts were exquisite.

He walked over to the counter, poured a small amount of olive oil in the palm of his hand and walked back over to me. As if I were in a dream, I watched him rub his hands together
and then start at my neck and rub the olive oil over my breasts, on my breasts and beneath my breasts.

His touch was tantalizing. The warmth of his hands on my body stole my breath. I inhaled deeply, threw my head back and let him have control over every move he was making.

“You’re a good girl, Kimmy. They say that olive oil is good for the skin. How many boys have touched you like this
,
sweetheart?”

His words jerked me from my moment of ecstasy. “None,” I shot out too quickly. I was horrified that I had just admitted to being a virgin.
I bit back the information that would have stopped him from continuing:
If my dad ever found out that any guy touched me, he would probably cut him into little pieces and feed them to his wood chipper.
Dad was super strict! But there was no way I was going to cough up that info to Archie.

“No one has ever touched me but you, Archie.
No one!”
I whispered and I made my lips into a little pout.
Just because I could.

What would he think of me now? He was going to think I was a prude little girl that wouldn’t know what to do. I waited for his words that would cut like a knife
, words that would reveal that I had never been touched, nor wanted
.

“
I’m glad you’re untouched
. It’s gonna take a special man
, not a boy,
to give you the pleasure
that
you deserve. Open your mouth for me,” he whispered.

Oh God! What was he going to put in my mouth? Would it be
that?
My tummy clenched in anticipation. I wanted
that
, but I wasn’t quite ready to experience the lurid details of a blow job; many of my classmates had related their stories to me, much to my chagrin.
And excitement.

“Close your eyes.”

“Yes,” I replied. I closed my eyes, obedient and willing to please him.

When I opened my mouth, he slid a fork full of spaghetti
and a bit of meatball
past my lips. The flavors burst against my taste buds and sent my mouth into some form of orgasmic pleasure.

I chewed slowly, savoring it, and moaned aloud, unable to stop myself.
“Oh my goodness
,
Archie, the flavor in the spaghetti is unreal.”

“Open your eyes now.”

I did so.
I saw him put another bite on the fork but instead of putting it my mouth he draped the
pasta
over my nipples. “What?”

“Remember, you’re gonna feed me
,
too.”

“Do you want to use the same fork for both of us?”

He grinned wickedly. “You shall be my food. You shall be my fork. You shall be my plate, and my cup, and my
undeniable
feast!
”

My mouth dropped open in shock and instead of a protest, what came out of my mouth was this: “Yes, I shall!”

He leaned down and opened his mouth widely to devour my entire breast.  He sucked in the spaghetti noodles and licked the sauce off my mounds.
He suckled and licked and pulled with his tongue and gently with his teeth. I heard a long sigh in the room and realized that it was me, sighing over and over in pleasure as he ate his meal off my flesh, and also gently partook of my flesh, as if I was an eating utensil and…
a lover.
An odd tingling started between my legs, and
a
gush of wetness drenched my panties. I wasn’t sure what to make of these new feelings, but I knew I wanted them to continue.

He fed me again and
again off the fork. I chewed slowly at moaned at the exquisite flavors bursting on my tongue.

“Thank you, Archie,” I said, as he ate pasta and sauce off of my bare breasts and puckered nipples. “This is a fine dinner that will long be remembered. When I am old and gray, I shall remember this. I shall remember
you
.”

“Yes, my lady. That is my sincere intent.”

T
hen he took a fork full of
very warm pasta
and draped them on my other nipple
, artfully arranging them in a swirl, as chefs are known to do on a plate at a fancy restaurant
. His mouth closed down as he sucked in the
pasta
and licked off the sauce. His mouth
on me—devouring me—
was sending me over the top. I heard myself let out an odd moan
that was almost a whine
.
I was shocked at how pleading that moan
was, how needy it was. How utterly
uninhibited
it was. Did that really come from me?

Archie continued to feed me while he stood between my legs with his dick rock
-
hard against my inner thigh. I had never seen a man’s penis in person, and for the first time, I finally thought it
was
possible to see his.

After he felt I had had enough, Archie walked me into the dining room where
more
gothic pictures on his wall seemed to stare at me with a knowing glare. There were two candles lit on a candelabrum, which hung
from
the wall. The eerie glow illuminated the room with dancing shadows that intrigued me. As I looked around, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Archie looked at me with hungry desire.

When his hands went to my skirt and started to remove it, I took a step back. “
Just a moment, please.
What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’re beautiful, Kimmy. I want to bask in your youth.”

“Bask
,
how?” I asked, still not sure what to expect of this thirty
-
five year old man that had fed me and disrobed me almost simultaneously.

“I’ve seen your exquisite breasts, but I’ve yet to see your backside. Are you going to hold out on me now?”

I felt guilty that I would question him so quickly when I was willing to have him feed me, and I desired to feel his touch. I shook my head, letting him know that he would continue to have full reign over my body while I was a guest in his house.
Then, remembering the rule about not nodding
and keeping silent, I thought that rule might apply to head shaking, too, so I said, “No, sir. I am not going to hold out on you.” I paused. “I’m just scared. Not really scared of you. I just don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll show you.”

I took a deep breath. “I want to please you, Archie.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, sending goose bumps up my arms.