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

by Rev Mel

  As time slipped by, the sun fell to its sleep as night covered the sky with its embrace. We became alive as the thought of our sheer passion overcame us. Walking hand-in-hand into the shadowy night, looking forward to our future of dinners by candlelight long walks on the beach and fiery nights that would tempt our mortal souls. What was fast becoming our reality sent a smile to my heart as we both knew that our souls were meant to meet.

  Chapter 17- The Pool Girl

  The California sun beat down as I pulled up into my driveway. It was a little too hot for my riding session today, but it did feel good going up and down the hills of the Santa Monica Mountains with my horse Brandy. The dry air at the stables made it hard for me to breathe. Even though the ride felt simply divine, dust covered every inch of my clothing. I couldn’t wait to wash all the dust off my body. Thinking about a cool shower, I got out of my vintage convertible Mustang and walked around to the back of the house to the tool shed. Hanging my riding crop and helmet, I walked out the door to the pool. The sun was so bright and beautiful, I thought, “I’ll just lay out by the pool and take in some rays.” The pool looked so inviting. I wanted to jump in with all my clothes on. I thought, laughing to myself, my housekeeper Maria would get a kick out of me right now. She’s been with me for a very long time. When my mother was alive, she was her housekeeper too. Maria has seen it all, knowing more about me than even Alan dared to find out. I stopped and noticed the sun’s reflection off the cool water. It looked so refreshing.

  Walking in the house, the draft from the air-conditioning caressed my fevered skin. The cool air felt like tiny soft kisses all over my body. It was wonderful. I called out to Maria that I was home and was going to take a shower. Walking up the stairs to my bedroom, the frosty air swirled around my body. It was so nice to be out of the dry dusty mountains and into a cool house. When I reached the top of the stairs, I pulled off my boots and socks, feeling the plush carpet between my toes. Upon reaching my bedroom, I started to unbutton my white ruffled riding shirt. A nervous habit of mine propelled me to pace the room as I undressed. Glaring out my bedroom window, I unbuttoned the last two buttons on my blouse and looked out at the inviting pool. I couldn’t wait to jump in. The water looked too good.

  I started to unbutton the buttons around my wrist. A familiar sound rang in my ear. The back gate opened and closed. “It’s just the pool man,” I thought. Maria raced outside to greet him. I released the other buttons on my sleeves as I noticed Maria walking around the corner with a beautiful woman at her side. I was taken aback a bit. She had long blonde hair and a deep, dark tan. Maria was showing her what needed to be done to the pool, while I continued to observe from the window. Walking around the pool, she glanced up at me and our eyes locked onto each other. Maria just kept rambling on and on about how I wanted the pool to be cleaned, hardly noticing our glances. The sensual-looking pool woman nodded yes to Maria and started working on the pool. Maria left her and went back into the house. I thought this is going to be a very interesting afternoon. Standing in front of the window, I slid my shirt off exposing my white sports bra, while she started to skim the pool.

  There was a knock at my door; it was Maria, so I told her to come in. She was talking a mile a minute about the fact that Chip, our pool man, was on vacation and Rachel was taking his place for a few weeks. Maria looked at me funny when she noticed I was standing at the window without my shirt on. I heard her say, shaking her head, “Missy, you’re up to no good”.

  I started to laugh as I replied, “Maria, stay out of my business. I don’t need a mother.” Still shaking her head, she brought out clean towels for my bath and started the water in my shower. I turned and looked out the window.

  As Maria walked out the door she called out to me, “Missy, be careful.” I hardly heard her, as I was lost in thought and desire. Turning my back to the window, I looked in the mirror. From the position I was standing at, I could see the pool. In the reflection, I could see myself and Rachel. As if in slow motion, I unhooked my bra and threw it onto the floor. I could feel her eyes on me. Taking my breasts in my hands, I squeezed them tightly and tugged at the nipples. They grew from all the attention that I was giving them. I imagined that she was touching them. I slid my hands down over my stomach and reached to the side of my pants, releasing the button that was held captive inside the slit buttonhole. Looking in the mirror, her eyes were on me as I unzipped the zipper. Sliding my tight brown riding jodhpurs over my buttocks to my thighs, I bent over slightly giving her a view. Taking each leg out of my pants one by one, I stood there standing in my ivory lace panties. Reaching up to my hair, I took out my ponytail and shook my long mane free. I smiled to myself in the mirror, thinking about how I could tempt Chip in the same way when he is caring for the pool.

  Chip is the typical California surfer boy, living only to catch the next wave. Exciting him, I enjoyed the fact that I could manipulate his senses. I would watch him go behind the tool shed and release the tension that I caused. Maria would tell me about him masturbating behind the tool shed. If only Maria knew the reason why. I suspected that she was onto our game, but too shy to call my attention to it.

  I pulled at the elastic on the edge of my panties. I could see her reflection in the mirror. Rachel tried not look, but it didn’t last long before she obeyed her temptation and looked up at the woman in the window. The cells in my body were charging up as I continued touching my body and wet panties. Slowly, I pulled my panties down. My body was now free. Moving around a little, I gave her a profile view and touched the tips of my enlarged nipples. Then, I lowered my left hand down so I could touch the pearl of my privates. Stroking my clitoris, I felt it grow within seconds. She stopped what she was doing and watched me make love to myself. My entrance was drenched with liquid as I inserted one finger in. Waves of passion rolled through my dreamlike body soaking every cell. I wanted her to make love to me. I turned and faced her as our eyes locked. I pulled my finger out from my hidden cavern and pulled it up and into my mouth, licking it seductively. She just stared me down without emotion.

  Looking out the window, I could see that she was still cleaning the pool. Every now and then she would glance up at me, trying not to stare. I stood there naked, daring her with my eyes. Slowly, I moved away from the window and went into the sultry shower. My body ached for her touch as I lathered the soap between my thighs. The slippery soap felt sinful on my yearning flesh. My breasts responded to my hands as I began imagining that she was touching me. The water was beating down on my wanting body. This felt too good to be true. I lost myself in the moment of fantasy as I imagined she was in the shower with me, stroking my hard body. My hands became hers as I touched my stomach and moved down to my private flower. My clitoris hardened in anticipation. I leaned back and let the hot water beat on my head and shoulders, grazing my breasts. Trapping her within my mind, I closed my eyes.

  In my mind’s eye, I saw myself by the side of the pool. Standing topless, I stared her down while her eyes took in the sight of my large breasts. Laying a large towel on the chaise lounge chair, I lowered myself down to take in some sun. Stretching out on my stomach, I heard her moving about through the yard. The sun caressed my body as I applied oil to my arms. Watching her from the side of my peripheral view, she started moving closer to me. She danced across the side of the pool like a swan. My beautiful pool woman was so graceful to watch. Then her warm voice told me that there was something on the bottom of the pool. Gazing into my eyes, she started to take off her cutoff blue jeans. Her body was inviting. She dove into the pool as I sat up and watched her swim to the bottom to pick up something. Pulling her wet body out of the pool, she walked over to me and handed me a gold ankle bracelet. She said, “I think this is yours”.

  Taking the tiny gold bracelet in my hand I said, “Let me see your leg.” She picked up her leg and placed it on the chaise lounge. Touching her leg, I placed the gold around her ankle. “It’s yours,” I said as I eagerly smiled.

  Flirting wit
h me, she stroked my fingers and asked me if I wanted her to apply some oil on my back. “Hmmm,” I said, lying back on my stomach. My diver slowly moved my long hair out of the way and started to massage oil into my back. Her hands were very strong. As she massaged deeply, I moaned from her touch. I could feel my wetness starting to stir between my legs as she moved down to my lower back.

  Suddenly she whispered in my ear, “You really don’t want a tan line, do you?” I just nodded back and forth. Her fingers started to remove my G-string bathing suit bottom. I felt her hands move the suit down to my ankles and off my feet. I finally felt free. She kept on massaging my legs and buttocks. I was in heaven as she took control of my every move.

  Again she knelt down and spoke softly in my ear, “Turn around.” I had no free will of my own; I obeyed. Turning, she blocked the sun from my eyes. She’s like a shadow standing in front of me. I watched her pick up the suntan oil and rub her hands together. Moving down, she started to massage the oil into my neck. Her hands worked around my shoulders, down my arms. Her hands lightly touched my breasts. I would not lose this moment for the world. I wanted more. Sensing my pleasure, she placed her fingers on my heaving breasts. Oh, the feel of her strong hands on my breasts was too much to bear. My nipples called out to her. Taking my enlarged nipples in her hands, she pulled at them. There was a little pain at first, but it felt kind of good. I wanted even more. She rolled my buds with the tips of her fingers, putting a slight pressure on them. She was very exciting to me. She knew what buttons to push within me. Her hands moved down my flat stomach, venturing down to my quivering clitoris. Stroking my clitoris with her fingers, she moved into my entrance, almost like a man that was out of control. I felt my body coming to a climax. She too sensed my pleasure and pulled her fingers out of my domain.

  She stood up straight and said, in a stern voice, “Get up!” I was not afraid of her. I wanted her to take control of my body and soul. “Get in the water” she continued. I obeyed. The warm water felt wonderful, cooling my sizzling body. I closed my eyes and let the water caress me. When I opened my eyes, she was in the nude, standing close to me in the pool. I reached out and touched her lips with my fingers. I heard a soft cry escaped from her throat. She moved closer to me as our breasts touched. I could not resist temptation; I kissed her tender lips. We blended into each other as we sank into the crystalline water. Arms locked around each other as our tongues played a game of discovery. I longed for no tomorrow while she kneaded my breasts, as she rubbed them roughly again and again. The soft tissue was becoming awakened from her touch.

  She said, “How does this feel”? I cried out in a low, “Ahhh.” She was working intensely on my nipples, squeezing them together in a light rotation. I felt it down to the hidden ‘V’ that called out to her between my legs. My pool woman penetrated my whole being. Looking at me, her beautiful face was only an inch away from mine. She pinched my nipples even harder, causing me to cry out.

  I thought of Alex and all the times he pitched my nipples and spank me over his knees. To have a woman do this was quite a different feeling and liked it. I was willing to let her think that she owned my body but I knew I would taste her willing flesh. I allowed her to play this game and was really in control.

  My wide eyes opened even further as she said, “My, you’re a little devil.” Roughly she kissed me. “Get out of the pool!” she demanded. I ignored her. “You heard me!” she said even louder, as though she owned me. “Move!” she yelled in my ear. I jumped.

  As I got out of the pool, I understood why I let her think that she had control over me I could smell her sadist's lust and her need to control my hot heated body of sexual kinky hunger. When she came out of the pool, she glowed magnificently. The tips of her nipples were a very dark rose hue. They seemed to point out to me. I wanted to reach out to them. She pushed my hand away. “NO!” she said earnestly to me. My wet plaything took my hand and started to walk me around the pool to the back of the yard. I wondered if this was going too far as we walked towards the tool shed and a fear overcame me. What did Alex say about playing with someone that you don’t know and not think with my pussy? She was way too hot and alluring as I pushed out Alex warnings.

  Coming around to the entrance of the tool shed, she opened the door and pushed me in. The small room smelled of old grass and oil. A John Deere riding lawnmower hid in the corner. Directly behind it was an old antique mirror that held captive our reflections. She stood behind me closing the door and I started to quiver at her stern face.

  The room went dark, except for little skylight that created a veil of passion. It was like being in a black-and-white photograph. Our bodies glowed from the dim light. All time was suspended as I turned and looked at her. I could not breathe. Her wet hair contained tiny droplets of moisture that ran down her breasts. It made her skin glisten. The need to touch Rachel came over me as her hazel eyes darkened and the corners of her full lips turned up. I was momentarily a slave in her hands. I did not want to fight back and felt a need to submit to her.

  All I wanted to do was to please her. I had lost my own will at this erotic juncture of pure bliss. It shocked me to think of what she was capable of doing but even more what I was willing to do feel her hands on my flesh. Rachel was acutely aware of the effect she had on me. She had the strength and passion to take ownership of my body much like Alex.

  Standing in front of me she said, “Chip said that you were a tease. You won’t tease me. I’ll take what I want.” With that, she forced her tongue into my mouth and pressed her lip harshly to mine. Rachel’s hands squeezed my buttocks with her strong fingers. One of her hands moved up to my hair and pulled on it tightly, forcing my head back and causing some pain. My body thrashed about trying to break free, but she held me tightly with her tongue still in my mouth. Rachel took her tongue out of my mouth and slowly licked my lips; all the while her hands grabbed at my buttocks. She was teasing my body. I was too hot to stop though I wouldn’t have been able to stop her if I had wanted.

  A fire was burning inside my trembling body. Her hands pushed between my legs and pulled at my clitoris. The shock of her touch sent me to unbroken grounds. I exploded into the richness of an orgasm. My body shuddered as each part of me gave in to her. Moving her hand deeper, forcing her fingers into my interior, my body began to shake. The excitement trembled throughout my cells, touching my soul as her mouth ravished my breasts. It caused my pulse to fibrillate, bringing my mounds to shiver with expectation. Sounds pushed through my throat while our lips pressed together. Her breath mingled with mine. Lustful tremors passed throughout my being.

  Releasing me from her embrace, our eyes met. The feeling in the room caused an unsaid sexual tension between us. It was hot, like a low-grade fever, a fever of passionate lust. I felt her blood burning within her veins. Pure excitement raced through me as she stood there proud, naked, and sensual. We were breathing in the heat of our passion and the heat of the afternoon sun. The steaming scent of our own juices filled the tiny room.

  A strange light shot from her eyes. “Don’t move!” she called out. Looking around the room, I watched her delicious body move as she momentarily searched for something. Awaiting her touch, human nature overtook my passion as stabs of pleasure touched the center of my femininity. Turning around, she was holding a rope in her strong hands that she found hanging on the wall. A sexual frenzy brought me to unknown forbidden thoughts. Sex in odd places and her holding the white rope made my senses feed on the sheer sensuality of this erotic moment. Walking over to me, I felt each step as she approached. A lightning bolt shot through my body as she took both of my hands. Rachel’s voice, stern but passionate, whispered a “Shhhh!” in my ear. Like a dream, she wrapped the rubber cord around my wrists. My Venusian mounds twitched with excitement.

  Yes, Alex has tied me up in rope but this was in a dirty nasty shed and this was raw without talking about my limits of what she could do to me. Alex would be shaking his finger at me right now if he knew what I was d
oing. I could be really harmed here but my common sense was void as I needed this. This was going back to before I met Alex and when I did not know that I could get hurt. Think, think and Alex sound in my head. But I want this!

  The melting temperature of the room, and her being so close, caused perspiration to cover my torso. Instinct took over; her incredible open mouth pressing once again to my lips. Enchanted with the wonder of it all, I could only melt into her greedy mouth. Sharing our passion with our tongues sparked a pleasure that caused a rhythm of letting go to spread over my body down to my delicate vaginal lips. Flesh impacting flesh, she rubbed me with her sizzling body. With her blanket of strength, she pushed me over to the lawnmower. Releasing my mouth and body, she turned me around facing the mirror and the lawnmower. I looked at us through the mirror as she tied me to the cold steel seat. Sobered a little by the depth of her emotions, I tried to pull away, but she held me even tighter. I was beginning to fear her and was taken back that she could really hurt me after all she did not have my permission.