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

by Rev Mel

  Motorcycles on Rodeo, polished and shining bright, were lined up along the curbs, lacing the storefronts with a kaleidoscope of colors. Thousands of wandering onlookers spent their day gawking at the old antiques while marveling at the newer, modern ones. Both old and young enjoyed the day filled with Harley's, reflecting the California sun. I watched as excited children ran through the crowd, as their parents tried to catch up with them. I could hear conversations from admiring fans ringing throughout the city like church bells. Serious Harley enthusiasts equated facts and model numbers as the average Joe ogled in bewilderment. Knowing a little about motorcycles, I was most impressed by the 1915 Eight Valve Racer and the 1936 model illustrating an OHV design with an engine fabricated by iron. I was intrigued by the craftsmanship that the Harley-Davidson Company insists upon. Walking further into the crowd, the 1955 larger Main Shaft caught my eye as a heartthrob actor with a shaven head pretended to ride off into the sunset, winking at his beautiful actress wife. Each display was completely surrounded by adoring fans, as rows and rows of Harleys streaked the city streets of Beverly Hills. I laughed to myself, yet wanting to laugh out loud, as I walked around watching all the spectators. The enjoyment of seeing hundreds of excited, good-looking men was like being lost in a candy store.

  Festivities were jumping as a parade of over 1,000 bikes cruised down Rodeo, with their riders sporting Santa Claus hats. Their thundering rumble as they rode by sent shockwaves through my body. Almost losing control, I had to block my ears from the sound. One by one, Hollywood stars drove by showing off their Harleys. The audience “oohed” and “ahhed” as each star passed by waving. Looking around, I noticed that this show attracted all types of Los Angelenos. The streets were filled to the rim with gleeful smiles and electrified eyes. The types of men varied as well, as I had so many to choose from. I wondered to myself, “How will I ever choose?” Laughing out loud, I thought, “I’ll just have to sample them all.” The streets of Beverly Hills were invigorating and I was excited to be a part of it.

  The sights and sounds reminded me of Elliott. Standing still on the sidelines, watching these bikes roll by, made me miss riding on the back of Elliott’s bike. A few years back I dated a very successful lawyer. He was a part of a Beverly Hills group of eminent businessmen who, on Sundays, ride through the streets in search of their “wild spirit.” Looking like intense bikers, they meet up on Beverly Glen for breakfast, then ride like untamed fire through the tourist-infested streets, causing quite an uproar. With everyone flashing their leather jackets and ripped jeans, we’d race through the streets screaming with excitement. We looked great dressed up in bikers’ clothes as we simmered in the weekend heat. Playing bad boys was our way of letting go of the work week that consumed a large portion of our lives. It was a pleasure to join in their amusement. Donning my favorite pair of worn-out jeans and hopping onto Elliott’s Harley with the wind flowing through my hair, my back freely soaked up the sun’s rays. Feeling his leather jacket and coarse blue jeans rub up against my body, I would hold him close to my hungry body. I could feel my breasts and warm entrance pushes up against his muscular back, as a rush of animal passion drove us through the wind. My wildness was free to roam as we kept pushing the accelerator to its limits. What is it about a Harley that seems to bring out this risque attitude within the hearts of men?

  Thinking back to one of my favorite times that Elliot and I spent together, a smile came over me. It was some time ago when we first started dating, he took me to the Santa Monica mountains. Maria, my maid, prepared a picnic, Elliot brought the wine. Before we could even start the picnic, our animal instincts took over. Lying on the cushioned leather seat, he unzipped my leather jacket and slowly removed it, leaving me almost naked. Surprised to see that I wasn’t wearing a T-shirt underneath, he gasped for air, then nuzzled down deep into my cool breasts. His tongue searched its way around my breasts, his hand slowly unbuttoning my jeans. Very gently, he continued with unleashing my panties from my firm hips’ hold.

  The warm air brushed my naked body as he stood above me, taking in the sight of my vulnerable shell. staring deep into his eyes, I said not a word, as he climbed upon me and straddled my heavenly body against the leather seat. I could smell the faint aroma, let off by the freshly polished seat, as a bouquet of wild flowers rushed to dominate my senses. Trees danced in the wind as I felt his large organ jet into my untamed eager cavern. Deeper and deeper he drove into my sultry entrance, as I gazed up at the crystalline blue sky. Tension built and bolts of excitement surged through us. First slow, then hard, Elliott wanted to baffle me with his passion. Taking deep thrusts, his tool rhythmically made me lose control. He knew he had me. Letting out a shriek of desire, I merged myself within him, as he let go of his manly juice inside of me. Seeing this handsome man before me, while his Harley sat beneath my trembling body, I came again and gave in to the turquoise heaven that blanketed us from above. I felt free at last. Free from the mundane life that was holding me back from myself. My wild nature was liberated as my soul danced with fairies and my body flushed with heat.

  There I stood smiling alone in the crowd, remembering that day in my mind as pricks of pleasure zipped throughout my throbbing body. I began to feel alive once again, I needed a Harley-Davidson man. Looking around at all the gorgeous rebels on Rodeo, I wondered who would be best at pleasing my aching body and freeing it from my imagination. I continued walking around the show with a girlish smile upon my face, hiding my secret desire.

  Walking through the silent auction, I felt a presence following me close. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne and I could feel his breath vibrating down the back of my neck. I moved to the next table, seeing if he would follow. At the next auction table, I made my bid and left my name. As I finished, I heard a rich warm voice whisper in my ear, “That’s a good price for that jacket, do you ride?” Looking up, his crystal sapphire eyes pierced my being. His handsome face revealed that he was in his 50's. Light brown hair, sprinkled with silver streaks, brought out the color of his gorgeous eyes. His 6'4" frame towered over my petite body. This stranger was a man of grace and elegance. He was wearing an Armani gray collarless shirt with beautifully matching dark gray trousers that draped his masculine torso. His shoes were almost like soft slippers that show to a bright gloss.

  I knew that I had seen him before. Then I remembered. At a few Beverly Hills social functions, we caught a glimpse at one another, without a formal introduction. We both had dated each time, unable to explore our mutual attraction. He was hard not to notice, with his profound blue eyes.

  I watched his sexy lips move as he introduced himself as Max, short for Maximilian. I wanted to reach out and touch them with my graceful fingertips. His bottom lip was slightly larger than the top, giving him a pouty look. I could imagine feeling his lips exploring my wanting flesh. I wondered how they would feel kissing my body as the heat within ascended to new heights. He walked with me as we ventured off into the crowd once again, taking in the displays, talking and laughing leisurely. Max had a marvelous sense of humor, making him appear quite serene. I could feel his intensity. His massive hands were powerful insight, but tender to the touch. Imagining them on my body made my pulse race, creating a rage within my body.

  Moving south towards Wilshire Boulevard, we strolled down Rodeo like two teenagers in love. We talked and laughed as if we had been friends forever. It felt refreshing, walking around, hand in hand, comparing each shop’s display to the different types of motorcycles that adorned their footsteps. Stopping in front of Louis Vuitton, we talked to a mutual friend who managed the elegant store. He was pleased to see us together, shooting me a look of approval. Talking more in depth, we discovered that we had a lot in common almost as if we’d known each other forever. We had the same background, went to the same high school, and even knew most of the same people. Assuming he was in his 50's, I knew that he probably went to high school with Alan. When he told me that he was involved in real estate as well, I was sure of i
t. Within this large city of Los Angeles, Beverly Hills is but a small community with small social circles. Everyone knows everyone else and it’s a wonder why I don’t run into Alan’s wife more often.

  At this moment I could not have been any happier. Walking and holding hands with this beautiful man, I was in heaven as we strolled the streets of Beverly Hills. As we continued holding hands, our sexual intensity increased. Each step heightened my yearning, as I wanted to touch him, feeling his graceful presence. Excitement sent beams of delight throughout my riveting body. He had such sex appeal that it stirred a rage inside of me. I craved his kisses and no longer could deny my body, or soul, his immortal touch. His enchanting smile rolled waves towards my heart, as it beat intensity and desire. I was unaware of the crowds that surrounded us, focusing only on this heavenly body next to mine. A surge of longing ran through me, as though all my fantasies were about to come true. My obsession for him rang throughout my body as his hand’s steady pull started to become more obvious to me. I absorbed his smile as it melted my soul. Hours passed by like minutes as the day was surely coming to a close.

  Turning down Dayton Way, towards Camden, we walked through the alley in the direction of my car. Feeling him close, caused stabs of pleasure that sliced through my steaming flesh. He provoked an intense desire deep inside of me. He was a gentleman, giving me deep passionate glances. I longed for him to touch me; as a breeze rushed past at my face, my eyes drew him closer. What seemed to be more like floating, he glided nearer, sliding his arm around my waist, luring me close. Our bodies touched as we stepped in the archway behind Gucci. He pressed his lips to mine and currents raced through my pulsating body, kissing with a furious passion. Like forbidden lovers, we lingered in the doorway, kissing and holding our bodies firmly, locking our passion in firm embrace of desire. Just as the temperature rose, an employee at Gucci opened the door that we were leaning up against, causing a wave of embarrassment and catching us off guard. At the moment of discovery, our faces blushed. We laughed like children as we scurried away. The laughter overtook our bodies as we ran to my car, arm in arm.

  When we arrived at my silver Rolls Royce, he once again touched my lips and showered me with affectionate kisses. He made me feel on fire as I looked at him with a mischievous grin. I had never been interested in being an exhibitionist, but we were unable to control our animal instincts. Not wanting to be seen, we noticed another doorway that was laced with a green awning. Max read my thoughts and pulled me into the archway, pinning me back against the cool door with his hard body. I felt his masculine, hard tool rub up against me and a fire fled through me. The thought of exposing my body to him in this odd and open place excited me beyond belief, pounding my heart violently. Our passion, with the possibility of perchance being discovered, heightened at each movement. The vision of exposing myself in public, made my body throb with lust and desire. This was a dangerous line for me to cross. I could not breathe as he kissed me like there were no tomorrows. I wanted him to take me right then for all the world to see.

  The late afternoon sun created a dark shadow in the open archway. We merged our bodies, becoming a mixture of thirst and hunger. Ripples of excitement rolled beneath our flesh, as his warm tantalizing lips caressed my wanting mouth. The sweet sensation of his tasty tongue pushed me beyond my limits of rapture. Our passion was out of control as we latched in each other’s tight embrace. Feeling this stranger’s pulsating body caused a tremble that traveled below to my moistened lips. Surveying my body with his fingertips, he captured my feminine sexuality, taking the sweet liberty of my vibrating torso.

  A public display of my sexual appetite, stimulating my mind, caused a lustful hunger to run through my thrilled interior. His hands and lips were an aphrodisiac to my very essence and I longed for him to touch my ripened cherries, budding at the tips of my breasts. My blue-eyed prince’s fingers danced around my steaming torso. Moving with his hands upwards to my loving face, I felt him caress the strands of my blonde hair. His well-manicured fingers traced the long billows of curls that blew through the windy night. My voice crept low and throaty and I purred to his touch. The electricity of his kisses created a dreamlike state. I floated with a rush of wild longing. Touching in complete abandon, human nature overtook our souls and bodies. He had access to my soul and captured my fantasies within my mind. He was exciting the animal hunger that lay dormant between my fierce thighs.

  Sounds in the distance faded away as we merged, linking our erotic impulse, moment by moment. His power to excite me provoked an incredible surge, as the sexual intensity increased, causing ripples of electricity to beat violently within my heart. His hands gently grazed over my lacy off-white dress, searching for my defiant nipples. His hot, hungry fingertips traced my growing buds, caressing them to stiffness, releasing them to freedom. His blue eyes darkened as he placed his passionate fingertips on my outstretched nipples. Begging with his eyes, I allowed him to taste my candied flesh. Lowering his head, my lover’s tongue lashed against my firm nipples. I gasped in response, releasing a sigh of euphoria. Burning inside of me, his body brought me to the edge of the storm that developed within as his tongue circled around my awakened flower. Sending blurs of rushing lust to my quivering pearl, he sent me into a trance causing me to submit myself to his touch.

  Lifting up my lacy dress with his haste not hands, he bunched my dress up around my waist and exposed my ivory G-string panties. Our breathing engulfed the night’s silence as heat surged through our beings. Suspended in time, he moved his long body down to my Venus mounds. Forbidden pleasure penetrated my wetness as he ripped off my panties in one brisk motion. With the hunger in his soul exposed, he lavishly lapped my open box with his loyal tongue. Endorphins ran high as he lost himself within my walls. I heard a cry of pleasure escape from his lips as he savored my cultivating pearl. Darting in and out, his searching tongue unlocked the folds and crevices of my swollen moist oyster.

  The fruit of my womanhood was blooming to the touch of his tongue as I shivered involuntarily. Drops of moisture fell to his wanting mouth and I released the wildness that I tried so hard to contain. Every muscle within my frame spasmed. I lapsed into a sexual frenzy. Being the most erotic experience I’ve ever had, the hint of being caught released the beast within me as a powerful orgasm washed over every cell in my throbbing body. I knew there were people sporadically walking by. I wanted to scream as the waves rushed through me, but I could not bring myself to scream in delight.

  Bringing me back into reality, my sweet Blue-Eyes lightly licked my oversensitive clitoris as the last wave of release passed through me. With grace, he rose to his full height, dawning a sensual smile etched on his moist lips. Pressing his face close to mine, I could smell the aroma of my scented flower that lingered on his beautiful lips. Whirling me into another realm, his kiss tasted intoxicating. The mystifying scent of my own nectar pushed me beyond the awareness of my own being.

  Seeking his pulsating gland, my hand stroked the long stalk of his ripened organ. I felt his intense heat brand my soul. Releasing his wild, masculine fury, I stroked and caressed his growing member, taking complete control over his beating flesh. In utter lust, a full-bodied cry incoherently vibrated from his throat, taking him to the edge of ecstasy. His breathing became more rapid and pronounced as I drew out his swollen shaft and placed it into the hidden cleavage between my legs. He lifted me up, firmly but tenderly, scraping my back against the door and then put my legs around his waist. His penis found its way to my slightly parted, moistened lips, and with the strength of his rigid head, plunged deep into me. Squeezing my behind with his hands, we merged in a rush of steaming desire. With the hardness of his erect member, his pulsating body brought me to the height of ecstasy, causing the rest of the world to disappear. I was lost in feeling as he penetrated me.

  Suddenly, while my eyes were sealed closed in bliss, I heard laughter floating through the air. I opened my eyes, looking over Max’s shoulder, and saw a woman with two men walking by
. With the two men caught up in conversation, I stared directly into the woman’s eyes, for she was the only one who noticed our passion. Fully aware that I was past the place of no return, she watched in excitement. My eyes closed again, revealing that I was ready to cum again; she smiled. Tremors of orgasms peaked throughout my throbbing body as her desire to be a voyeur took over. I could tell that erotic impulses of the exhibition were not alien to her and that in turn excited me more, causing me to climb over the forbidden edge. A warm breeze rushed through my soul, as I exploded into another climactic episode, letting out a soft cry. She was enjoying her view; her fevered eyes told me so, as she walked out of sight.

  Still continuing, I felt his hardness inside of my quivering vagina. I opened my legs a little further allowing him greater penetration as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. In several quick motions, his penis jerked involuntarily, releasing his sweet juices. Nestled against my body, he was motionless as he tried to still his beating organ. His breathing slowly stopped, almost delicately, touching his lips to mine with the tickle of a feather. He slowly became aware of his surroundings, releasing my mortal body. With his eyes aglow, they sparkled like blue diamonds with which they penetrated my very soul. We, two strangers, became one. We held our bodies close as he whispered sweet sounds in my ear. Our embrace betrayed our vulnerability, as the need to eternally embrace overcame us.