The Education of Taylor (The Erotic Diary of a Beverly Hills Woman Book 1)

by Rev Mel

  Taking my hand, our hostess guided us through the earth-toned living room and out to the patio. There were four other couples, all drinking and immersed in deep conversation. Walking closer, I noticed that some of the women weren’t wearing very much. Their bodies were very sensual, causing my mind to run wild at the thought of their beautiful exteriors. During introductions, each person came over and kissed both Zak and me. It turned out that the black-haired vixen, our hostess, was also one of Zak’s clients. I wondered if he serviced her the same way that he did me? My insides were pulsating just thinking about it. Looking across the patio, thoughts of making love to both her and Zak raced through my mind. “Maybe someday,” I thought. Unlike the usual Beverly Hills parties, everyone was warm, friendly, and very open-minded; by which I mean to say that every once in a while, one of the guests would indiscreetly touch another guest in a sensual way. I stood in the background, watching two of the woman kiss and fondle each other’s breasts. Their husbands were standing off to the right, talking as if it were a natural thing to do in public. My sensitive flesh began to want some attention too. The mood on the patio was changing; you could feel it in the air. The wind was calm, like a sexual energy waiting patiently to be released.

  After about half an hour, most of the guests started taking off their clothes and dove into the pool. I sat there watching their nude shapes at play. One by one, they would kiss and fondle each other. I enjoyed seeing the women embrace, touching their wet flesh together. A multitude of sensations spread throughout my aroused frame. I guessed, by the look on my face, someone noticed that I was in need of a sexual partner. I felt a hand rub my back and shoulders. Slowly, my straps were pulled down over my shoulders. The hands that were massaging my shoulders were not familiar to my touch. Exquisite hands, but very small. “A woman’s hands,” I thought. Watching the bodies in the pool made me extremely horny. I let her hands touch my beating flesh. At the other end of the pool, Zak was beginning to take off his jeans. His round, firm buttocks looked delicious to me. I could almost feel him inside my quivering opening. Her hands continued to caress my neck without hesitation or doubt. They then proceeded down to my heaving breasts, taunting my flesh. I wanted more. My blood started to boil within my body. Her hands gently rubbed both of my hardened nipples, ever so slightly. I then felt another pair of hands unhook my bra, releasing my body from its restraints. My body was becoming free as my dress was pulled down further.

  I could see that Zak was in the pool with another woman, having just as much fun as I. She was kissing his neck and shoulders. Sitting at the edge of the pool was another woman. Zak couldn’t resist her temptation either. He glided through the crystal-clear water and embraced her budding breasts. He then moved onto the marble steps and began licking her forbidden zone. Her head was tossing back and forth as she gave in to the delight of his determined licks. Her breathing was suspended in the night air. Soon, sounds of climaxes escaped from her throat. Taking her hands she reached for Zak’s head, pulling his lips closer, as she came. Then I watched her body tremble from the release. Her skin glistened in the moonlight.

  Soft whispers echoed in my lobes, insisting that I stand. Lifting my excited body up from the chair, my dress fell completely to the ground, and the chair behind me was taken away. I felt a small body locked around me and I could feel her breast push up against my bare back. Her softness moved me to a place of sheer passion. Whoever this was released the wild demon in me. Her hands held my breast as her lips, like a rose petal, kissed my shoulders. I could smell her perfume and faint womanly scent. The space between her legs was like a furnace as it pressed up against my buttocks. She was like a ray of sensual substance blending into my existence.

  I could not take this mystery any longer. I turned around, still in her arms, to face her. Seeing the flame in those turquoise eyes, her lips drowned mine as currents of passion swept through them. My hands reached up and stroked the raven-black strands of hair. Boundlessness was our state of being. Her hands toured my smooth flesh in elegance. “Was I in a land of enchantment? Was this all real?” I wondered as laughter echoed from the pool. I recognized Zak’s laugh as she pulled her lips from mine. An elevated smile shone on her face as she skimmed my skin with her fingertips. Our hostess’ fingers lingered a little longer on the much-neglected area around the base of my neck. Looking into our eyes, we stared at our own reflections. In the faint corner of her pupils, the half-moon shone. I was being seduced at that moment by a ‘Seductress of Erotic Expression.’ Each cell enamored her sensuality.

  Taking my hand, she led me over to the poolside. With each step down into the warm water, I sank deeper and deeper into her eyes. Caught in her trance, I began feeling other hands stroking my body under the water. Long tremors overtook me as I let them blanket me with their bodies. Fingers, hands, lips, and tongues reached for my receptive body in every direction. Inch by inch, they circled me and slowly worked my body out of the pool. A towel was useless for they licked me dry with their intoxicating tongues and lay me down on a velvet cushion. I felt their touches once again invade my very being. My eyes closed while my sensitive flesh was melting like ice cream in their mouths. Lightning flashed in my head as I awoke to their moans. Every cell was electrified and on fire. From their touches, I could not tell how many were worshipping my heavenly body. Fear had abandoned my senses and our sensuality flashed before my eyes.

  My mortal body was no longer; I felt the wind, fire, and water of the earth. I was merging with life itself. My brain could not register what sensations were transpiring throughout my body. I was shedding my skin of yesterday; new life had begun to form. Wet mouths on my clitoris, breasts, arms, legs, stomach, and buttocks seemed angelic. Their hands continued to massage every fold deep in my hidden treasure. I was beyond the realm of reality. I was lost in space as I touched a muse of dreams. I came and came to its tender touches. My reality became dependent on its caresses, like conductors, charging my sexual being. The poolside pulsated with a sexual energy as I felt the night winds begin to stir. Our bodies became one as I saw shooting stars in my mind. I came with such force that my body became animalistic. I was wild and thrashed around like an untamed creature. I was one with the essence of nature, no longer of a human spirit. I was unable to move, or breathe, as my body let go of each hand, each lip, and each person. I lay naked on the mattress as the madness left my mind. Soon the dark lands of the night came into view as I opened my eyes and saw the half-moon above me in the sky. I questioned myself on the reality of it all. Was I alone in this fantasy of mine? I felt a presence lying next to me. Once again I turned to see my turquoise-eyed dream looking back at me. Watching her shining black hair cascade down onto her breasts with the force of the wind, I knew this was reality, not a dream. In sheer joy, I lowered my eyelids.

  Chapter 14- The Belly Dancer

  The stars sparkled like diamonds in the vast midnight sky. Partly hidden behind the darkened clouds, the half-moon shone like a pearl. I searched for the Man in the Moon, but the clouds danced in my path, blocking visibility. Alan and I drove over the hill to Van Nuys. Looking in the mirror on the passenger side, I reapplied my lipstick and tickled my cheeks with a little blush. Alan and I got carried way with kissing as we drove through Coldwater Canyon towards the Valley. Alan unbuttoned the front of my Dior dress while in a heated passion. Quickly, I rebuttoned my peach-colored flowing dress. I chuckled as I thought, “One of these days we’re going to get in an accident with all this reckless lovemaking.” As we approached the restaurant’s valet parking, I adjusted my off-white pantyhose and slid back into my peach T-strap sandals.

  The romantic Moroccan restaurant was just on the other side of the hill from Beverly Hills. This place is one of our favorites. We both enjoy the delicious dining experience of Moroccan cuisine. As we walked through the restaurant to our table, the beat of Middle Eastern music played in the background, filling our senses. Our usual table was at the far end of the restaurant in a small room with three tables. A
rriving at the low table, flashes swept through my mind, remembering the last time we were here together. We’d had a great dinner and somehow couldn’t control our animal urges. We made love here in this very room and much to our surprise no one noticed. That night, the furnace in our bodies burned with excitement.

  My lanky lover lowered his 6'8" frame down onto one of the cushions that surrounded the elegant table. I sat down next to him and he ordered a Middle Eastern drink called Arak. It tastes like Ouzo, but a lot stronger. I had to limit myself to one drink, because the last experience I had with Arak, I blacked out. The next day, Alan called to thank me for a wonderful evening; I guess we had mad passionate sex all over my house. The funny thing was, I could not remember what happened that night. Alan assured me that we had lots of fun. I decided to indulge in only one drink tonight. I wanted to remember when I have great sex. Alan kept teasing me about that evening. He promised that one day he would tell me what I did that night to excite him.

  The Arabic music filled the room. From the far left of the room, we heard the belly dancer’s cymbals through the thin walls. Alan’s eyes sparkled as he waited for her to dance into our room. He talked about the time he went to the Middle East and watched the erotic belly dancers. They were all a little full around the stomach and very sexy to watch. He said that the way they move always brings him excitement and pleasure. Leaning up against my lover, I watched as the belly dancer entered our room and danced at the table next to us. She was exquisite. Her long black hair wrapped around her waist as she moved. She moved very slowly to the music, not missing a beat of the sensual melody. Her hands moved like a swan as she floated through her veil. The people at the other table were putting dollar bills down her sheer, gold-trimmed layered skirt. Her skirt was around the lower part of her abdomen just under her navel. We watched her dance while the waiter took our order. He then poured rosewater over our hands as we held them above a larger silver bowl. Big white towels were placed on our shoulders covering us from our neck down. Alan and I dried our hands with the large towels while the music played on. Alan tapped his fingers to the music and waited for his belly dancer. Slowly, I moved my hand under his towel and stroked him. I felt his excitement in watching the belly dance. He was at home here. This was a place where he could be a Bohemian and just relax.

  Alan placed one arm over my shoulder with his fingers touching the side of my neck in a loving manner. His eyes glowed as the dancer moved closer to us. Her navel was at eye level to him as she moved her body, inching herself inch-by-inch to his handsome face. The dancer moved her body back and forth. Her breasts were very large and voluptuous. They seemed to be pushing out of the tight bra. The skimpy bra was covered in gold sequins that sparkled at each movement. Alan could not breathe or take his eyes off her as she danced for him. Ever so slowly, he placed a twenty-dollar bill in her skirt just below the bellybutton. Our dancer stared deeply into his eyes. While she slid her velvety soft body from side to side, she slowly placed her golden veil around his neck. Pulling Alan’s face in closer, his nose almost touched her cleavage. She rocked her breast in Alan’s face. I knew that he could smell her delicious aroma as she danced so near to him. He wanted her in his arms. He wanted to taste her flesh. Watching the expression on his face, Alan blushed at his own reaction. The excitement of watching each swirl of her body as she danced caused a great wave of lust to run through my body. My blood began to boil with anticipation. The heat from their throbbing bodies was felt throughout the room. I watched them both, for I, too, wanted her.

  Knowing that Alan would enjoy watching her and me, I reached out and placed another twenty-dollar bill in her cleavage. It took her by surprise. She now had to dance for me. Alan smiled, for he knew what was on my mind. I continued stroking his hard cock under his white towel. She then moved towards me, leaving her veil around Alan’s neck. She stood with her back towards me. Shaking her hips, I watched her long, black hair graze her hips. Slowly, she did a backbend, lowering herself onto my lap. Her hair billowed over me, covering my breasts and lap. The belly dancer’s breasts were reaching out to me. I wanted to bury my head between her heavy breasts and suck on her hardened nipples. Her sensuous body continued to move. She moved her belly up and down, rolling it like a wave. I have never seen a woman move like this.

  My body ached to touch her. I looked at Alan and by the grin, on his full lips, I knew he was enjoying this sight. I could imagine her lying in between Alan and me as we made love to her. She then stood up very slowly and turned in my direction, leaned over, and pressed her stomach up against my breasts. Alan still had his hand around my shoulders. He slid his fingers down to touch the side of my breast as she caught a glimpse of his maneuver. She was a woman of prime, sexual energy. Her skin vibrated with erotic sensations.

  There was amusement in her eyes as she flirted with me. I was frozen and locked in her gaze as we saw the truth in each other’s eyes. She whispered a low, “Hmmm” in my ear as she stood up straight. A satisfied smile crept across her beautiful face. Dancing around the both of us, she slid her gold veil off Alan’s neck, stroking her fingers through his thick mane. Once again, I heard her moan a soft, “Hmmm.” The tantalizing belly dancer started to move away from us towards another table. During her dance at the other table, she continued to glance over at us, tilting her head back with a mischievous grin. She played the game of seduction very well. We both had large appetites that longed to taste her.

  I was lost watching her as Alan softly spoke in my ear, “You want her, don’t you?” Turning to him, my dark eyes told him all he wanted to know. I stroked his hard member under the towel. Soon she left our room to dance for other diners that sat on the other side of the wall. Other dancers danced for us, but none were like her. Alan and I glanced at each other, our wanting for her never subsiding.

  Enjoying our six-course dinner, we ate with our hands and felt free. In Morocco, the custom is to eat with your hands. They don’t use forks and knives. Each course was tastier than the last. Alan had lamb and I chicken, agreeing to share with one another our tasty entrees. We ate like heathens and laughed as we ate with our hands and enjoyed every minute if it. Our mood was mellow as the Arabic music filled the room. We ended our feast with a large order of baklava, fruit, and warm tea. After Alan paid the bill, we pulled ourselves up from the low cushions and made our way to the door to leave. We were still talking about our favorite dancer when our waiter raced out the door and handed us a note. It was from our sensual belly dancer with the long black hair. She wanted to meet with us again and wrote her phone number on the note. Alan handed the note to me and said, “Take good care of this number.” Alan’s wife would kill him if she found a strange woman’s number in his pocket. Placing it in my hand, I smiled at him.

  Once in the car, I watched Alan light his Cuban cigar. I love the smell of cigars on him, as it reminded me of my father. My mother hated when my father smoked. I do love the way they make men smell -- how a real man should smell. I moved a little closer to Alan so I could take in all the aroma of his blend of cigar and his Chanel cologne. I unbuttoned his light blue shirt, feeling his hairy chest. I closed my eyes; the Arak was getting to me as we floated over the canyon, down into Beverly Hills.

  Driving toward home, I verbally fantasized to Alan how the two of us were going to one day make love to our voluptuous belly dancer. I told him how I would love to watch him make love to her. His tool was getting hard. I toyed with him. I refused to release the zipper that held it prisoner. I taunted him until his body could take no more. Touching his nipples, a wave rushed over him. Alan’s breathing became sharp while he shivered as if he were cold. Knowing his body, I pushed him to a place of no return. Alan was driving like a madman around the curves of Coldwater. At each turn, my body flew around like a puppet. The drink was affecting my reasoning. Once over the canyon, Alan turned left on Rexford instead of turning right on Beverly Drive. A look of surprise overwhelmed my face as I asked him where he was going. Avoiding my questions, h
e took side streets until we were near Robertson Boulevard and Wilshire Boulevard.

  Alan turned right on to Arnez Street and then came to a stop. He pulled me close to him and kissed my lips forcefully. With amusement in his eyes, he sternly told me to take off my pantyhose. Without haste, I obeyed. Alan got out of the car and came to my door, opening it. Taking my hand, he helped me out of the car and walked with me to a small park that was tucked in between two apartment buildings. Alan put his arms around my waist as we walked to a picnic table. He lifted me up on the table and harshly kissed me as his hands wildly touched my body. I had no will of my own as he caressed my torso. I was an extension of Alan.

  The park was dimly lit from a street lamp, causing a dark shadow that enveloped us. Taking his hands, he played with the buttons on the front of my Dior dress. Without anticipating his next move, he quickly tore open the front of my dress. My buttons flew off with such force. Like an animal, he plunged his mouth on my neck, tasting my sweet flesh. Alan sucked on my skin as he moved down to the center of my breasts, licking and sucking hard. He lost total control of himself. Reaching for my breasts, he ripped open my lacy peach bra in one tear, releasing my breasts into his mouth. The passion grew inside of him as he took my nipple in his mouth. I cried out in pleasure. A primal lust overtook us while my lover moved his body closer to mine. He was squeezing my breast with his fingers. Alan was possessed by lust. His breathing was impaired as he gasped for air, feeding off me like a starving animal and sucking my flesh as if it belonged to him. There was no stopping him as he released the caveman within. Moans escaped from my throat. My hands ran through his salt-and-pepper hair as he moved down to my flat stomach. Licking every inch of my abdomen, I felt his hands on my delicate panties. The sound of my panties being ripped off rang through my ears and raced through his pounding heart. His hands pushed my legs apart. I could not spread my long legs any further. The private area between my legs was entirely visible. His large finger searched inside my wet opening. Liquid sounds echoed through the park as he moved his finger in and out of my excited, dripping entrance. Alan placed two fingers inside of me, causing my body to melt to his touch. He was a wild man out of control. There was no stopping him.