HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX Chapter 2 of 8

HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX
Chapter 2 of 8

Shocked by my own behavior I rushed to the bathroom. I filled the basin with water and scrubbed at my face before brushing my teeth with painful vigor. I dressed quickly and set off after her not really knowing what I was going to say but something had to be said.

She was nowhere to be found and the cook had no idea when she would be home. I was so overcome with frustration that I could not settle to work. Instead, I spent hours agonizing over whether or not I should say anything to Mate us but by the time he returned home that evening I had decided that it was something that I needed to deal with myself.

Our conversation over dinner was strained and I realized it was because I was trying to steer the conversation away from any mention of Isabel. He did not seem to notice. Afterwards, we made love but I could not relax and for the first time since I had known him I faked it.

The following morning he kissed me goodbye and, being the cook's day off, we agreed to meet up for lunch. Once he was gone I looked out my swim suit and got ready for the pool. I stood for a moment or two in front of the full length mirror and admired myself. I certainly did not look or feel my age and only the previous week a couple of photographers had mistaken me for Kate Winsted at the Tokai charity event. As the actress was in one of her thinner phases I took it as a particular compliment.

With one last backward look at the mirror I made my way downstairs and out to the pool. I was so caught up in thoughts of my own self image that I had passed by the shaded sun lounger before I even realized that it was occupied.
You look nice.

I froze for a fraction of a second and then turned to see Isabel sitting up in the lounger nursing a glass of orange juice. She was wearing the same robe that she had worn in the studio and I wondered guiltily if she was wearing anything underneath it but I managed to keep my eyes fixed on hers. The problem was that she was wearing a particularly dark pair of sunglasses and I could not shake the feeling that she was looking me up and down.

Isabel, we need to talk.

Come and sit here.

She drew up her legs and made a space on the lounger. There were no other chairs at hand and it seemed childish to make an issue of it. I sat down on the space that she had created and tried to strike as maternal a pose as I was capable of before I continued.

I think you owe me an apology.

Her face remained impassive and I found myself staring at my own reflection in her glasses. Only slowly did her face break into a smile.

An apology I was only giving you what you wanted.

For a moment I was lost for words but I quickly recovered.

Whatever you may think, I have no interest in other women and particularly not you.
She seemed to ponder this before she replied.
Why do you continue to delude yourself?

Her condescending attitude caught me off guard.
Look, like it or not, you and I are going to have to get along. I suggest we make a fresh start and never speak of this again.

It was not quite what I intended to say but now that I had made the magnanimous gesture I felt as though I had gained the upper hand.

There was another long pause during which I struggled to read her expression and, for reasons I could not explain, I found my heart beating faster. I was about to get up and leave when she broke the silence.

I am going to make you this offer just once. If you choose not to accept it will never be offered again.

What happened next shocked me into immobility. The fixed gaze of her sunglasses was unwavering as she slowly parted her knees allowing her robe to slip open. She was completely naked beneath it and, while her breasts were not quite revealed, nothing else was left to the imagination.

She held her legs wide and her scent teased my nostrils causing me to look down without thinking. Her sex stood out pink and raw against the blackness of her pubis and she had obviously been masturbating.

You may go down on me.

I was stunned by her audacity and I tried to lift my eyes but they slid down her tanned, flawless, legs towards the beckoning pit. The rest of the world faded out slowly into the periphery as my whole awareness became focused on that one spot.

In my mind I could hear the voice of reason bellowing at me but I was falling prey to a subconscious desire the dark nature of which was settling over me like a heavy shroud.

Beneath its weight I felt myself begin to bend and at the same time a phantom taste passed over my tongue.

She was saying something to me. Her voice was seductive, siren-like, but I did not hear the words, only the tone lulling my senses. I was dipping lower, my head between her thighs, and her scent wreathed about me like a miasma.

Somewhere, in the receding distance, I was reprimanding her, reminding her of the respect that I deserved but it was merely a specter in my imagination.

I was so close now that I could feel the heat of her. I hovered, hesitatingly, just centimeters over the jungle canopy of her pubis and then, in a final surrender, I pushed my tongue down into the undergrowth seeking out the warm reeking mire.

That first taste, as my tongue flattened her puffy, welcoming, labia, was sharp and I felt an almost petulant disappointment but as I tried to delve deeper I was rewarded with a warm syrupy rush which filled my mouth.

Once I had her taste I wanted more; it was an almost primal urge and I could not fight it. I pressed my mouth to her, forming a crude seal, and pushed my tongue clumsily inside. It was like turning a tap. I could feel the pulse of her excitement and, with every beat came, more heavenly dew.

I do not know how long I remained locked there but at some point her thighs closed about my head and I felt her hands pulling me in. I realized, in an oddly detached way, that I was not breathing but there was a strange comfort in surrender.

The pressure on my head grew and, with a final heaving shudder, my mouth was assailed by a final gush of moisture.

As she slowly relented I was able to draw a normal breath but, as my head cleared, the hideous realization of what I had just done came home to me.

With disgust threatening to overwhelm me I sprang away from her and as I stumbled across the patio it was with her mocking laughter ringing in my ears.


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