“Now sit back down.” She did so. “I want you to slowly caress around your thighs, stomach and waist without touching your genitals.”
Stacie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wanted to touch herself. Nevertheless, Stacie slid her hands up and down her waist then across her tummy, feeling her body twanging with anticipation.
She moved her hands down between her smooth inner thighs, tickling the sensitive skin near her labia, wanting to move further up. Would Dan tell her off if she attempted to touch her pussy after he’d said not to? She decided to get as close as she could without actually going near. She threw herself back onto the pillows, spreading her legs, getting as close as she dared to her swollen pussy.
“I want to touch,” she cried out, unable to bear it any longer.
“Not yet.”
Stacie nearly sobbed with frustration, but she obeyed. She turned her attention back to her breasts, kneading and moulding them hard, causing her tender flesh to ooze out between her fingers. She thrust her hips off the bed. One hand squeezed her breast whilst the other ran wild all over her body, everywhere except the one place she was forbidden, the only place she wanted. Stacie shoved both her hands between her inner thighs and squeezed. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back her anticipation. She was bursting with frustration, wanting so much to touch her pussy. She wiggled her hips and waist all over the bed—needing so much to touch, but desperate to hear him allow it.
Stacie took her hands away from her body, thrusting her bottom high off the bed, begging, “Please!”
“Not yet,” came the gentle command.
Stacie almost hated Dan at that moment. She felt ready to burst at her seams. She had never been so frustrated, feeling out of control and desperate to touch herself. Her heart pumped fast, her body seemed made for one purpose only—for sexual pleasure. Her pussy dripped, drowning her thong. She felt as if she would die if she didn’t come right then.
“Stacie, I want you to listen to me, very carefully, but don’t stop.”
Dan moved closer and then whispered in her left ear, his breath tickling her hair.
“Put one hand in your thong slowly…”
Stacie widened her thighs as far as they would go. She slid her right hand down over her pubic mound and down toward her craving pussy. A great gusting exhale escaped her lips as she placed one finger within her labia, feeling her damp flesh quiver in response to her touch.
He whispered quietly in her ear. “Can you feel your pleasure?”
“Yes.”
“Slowly dip your finger in,” he authorised her.
Stacie did as she was told, dipping her finger between her pussy lips, feeling her heat and slickness. Her hips thrust against her hand, seemingly of their own accord.
“Don’t put your finger in too much, just feel your excitement.”
Her body was more aroused than it had ever been before. She slid her finger into her vagina, clenching her muscles around the digit, getting as much sensation out of it as possible.
He whispered in a very soft tone. “Take your finger in and out.”
She responded to his order, holding her breath, ramming herself with her finger, feeling her juices coat it, wishing it was Dan’s cock. She cried out aloud with pleasure. Every part of her body was on fire. Her hips bucked her body high off the bed. Daringly, she inserted two fingers inside her entrance—her juices flowed in delight, while her body shuddered.
His voice sounded again softly. “Take your fingers deeper.”
Stacie didn’t need telling twice, shoving her fingers in as far as they could go. The sensation overwhelmed her forcing her to cry out.
“Stacie, raise your bottom,” he commanded her.
Stacie obeyed, then she felt Dan pulling her sodden thong down. She froze.
“It’s okay, don’t be shy.”
After the realization that she was being ridiculous, after all, she’d just been writhing about riding her fingers in front of him, Stacie allowed him to continue.
Dan took hold of her hand and placed it on her clitoris. “I want you to find where it’s most sensitive. Move two fingers lightly in a circular motion. Use your juices to keep it moist.”
Stacie covered her fingers in her juices to lubricate her clitoris, feeling her heart racing whilst moving her fingers around the clit area, finding the most sensitive spot. She let out an involuntary, “Oh God!” when she found one spot that made her brain seem to explode. She began making small circular movements, at first, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she thrust her pelvis against her hand.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles, tormenting the sensitive nerve endings while keeping the circular motion going on her clit. Her whole body became hot and sweaty. Her breathing sped up while her clit burned with sensation. She could feel it building within her. Instinctively she began to rub harder and faster.
Her head became light, her breathing quickened. She kept her fingers in motion, even when her entire body exploded. She lunged her hips high off the bed and screamed aloud, her body lifted to a whole new world. She rubbed as long as the sensation lasted, wave after wave of elation filling her. It seemed as if it would never end before finally the waves began to ebb and she dropped her body back to the bed, exhausted.
“Breathe, Stacie,” Dan said.
“Wow,” Stacie managed, on a breath. She closed her eyes and felt her body relax into the bed, utterly enervated. She touched her clit, and flinched away. It was bursting with so much sensitivity that it was now actually painful to touch. She had never felt so satisfied before. She couldn’t even remember having such a feeling with Graham.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Dan told her.
She felt him move away and opened her eyes to see him disappearing into the bathroom.
Stacie stayed where she was. She couldn’t have moved if she’d tried. Her body was totally drained of all desire to do anything except sink into the mattress and sleep for a million years. She’d forgotten how good it felt to play with her body intimately. What had she been doing all those years? She hated Graham for doing what he had to her. He had stolen everything away from her, fun, sex, confidence, self-esteem and life. She despised him.
Stacie stretched luxuriously. Her heart-rate and breathing had started to return to normal. She rolled over onto her side and glanced at the bathroom door, thinking about Dan. He turned her on so much and that was with his clothes on. She could hardly wait to get him naked, feel his skin against hers and his cock sliding in and out of her. The thought caused her pussy to quiver again.
She closed her eyes and imagined Dan coming out, naked, his cock stiff and ready, saying how much he wanted to make love to her right now…
The bathroom door opened. She opened her eyes eagerly, but far from being naked, he was very much dressed with a slightly flustered look on his face.
“Do you fancy some lunch?” he asked.
“Yeah sure, that sounds great.”
He walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out the phone and menu. He passed the menu to her to look at.
“I thought that we could grab something light now and have something more special later on.”
Stacie perused the menu. There was a section labelled Lite Bites which listed sandwiches and wraps of various kinds. She didn’t want to order anything too pungent and end up with stinky breath for him.
“I’ll just have a chicken salad sandwich,” she decided in the end.
“Good choice.” Dan phoned their order down to the kitchen, ordering the same for himself.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked, putting the phone down on the dresser and sitting down on the end of the bed.
“Fantastic, I feel like a school girl who has just discovered her body.” Stacie lay back on the pillow, trying to entice him with her eyes.
“Good. Good. So you are feeling happy about the sessions?”
Stacie rose onto her elbows grinning like a fool. “Yes I am, t
otally.”
He smiled back at her, then got up and went over to the table, clearing the fruit basket and the vase of flowers off it, presumably for their impending food.
Stacie climbed off the bed to get a robe from the bathroom. It was a bit silly to be embarrassed about being nude. He had just watched her masturbating and dripping and screaming all over the bed. Nonetheless, she headed into the bathroom and wrapped her body in one of the soft white robes which hung from the hooks on the back of the bathroom door. She wandered over to the mirror and checked her appearance, licking her finger to rub the smudges of eyeliner from under her eyes. Her cheeks were pink and her face wore a satisfied look.
A knock at the bathroom door startled her.
“Food’s here,” Dan called through the door. Stacie quickly finished freshening up and came out, taking a seat at the small table as Dan placed their plates on two woven wicker placemats that hadn’t been there before. They must have been in the dresser drawer, she decided. She watched him pop the cork on the bottle of Cava, laughing as it flew across the room.
She gazed dreamily into his gorgeous brown eyes, until he looked at her with a cock-eyed smile. Embarrassed, she flicked her gaze to one side, not wanting him to see just how attractive she found him. The Desires contract flashed through Stacie’s head.
Dan poured a glass of Cava for them both, waiting for the froth to settle before topping the glasses up. Stacie took a sip, hoping it might calm her nerves. In the back of her mind, common sense put its hand up hesitantly, warning her not to have too much. She blithely ignored it. She wasn’t driving. One glass wouldn’t hurt.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m great.”
“Good,” he said. He flashed his perfect white teeth at her—someone’s had some dental work done—and she melted.
“So, what do you think of Desires so far?” he asked her, just as she took a mouthful of sandwich. She chewed quickly, struggling to empty her mouth while he waited for her reply.
“Well, from what I have seen so far, it’s pretty incredible.”
“Are you pleased with the way I am teaching you?”
“Oh, definitely yes,” she replied, gazing into his eyes. “Have you been working here long?”
“I really shouldn’t answer that question.”
“Sorry, is that private?”
“Yes, I can talk to you about anything to do with Desires, what kind of activities there are in the building, and what sorts of services we offer to clients, although names of clients are strictly confidential, naturally.”
“Naturally.” I certainly wouldn’t want anyone at work to know I was coming here!
“I can tell you about my training, but I’m afraid that my personal life is off limits.”
“I understand. I just find it a little strange why a young man like you would work somewhere like Desires.” Stacie could hardly believe what had just come out of her mouth. Would he be offended?
“‘What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this,’ you mean?” Dan asked, smiling broadly. Stacie wriggled uncomfortably. Is that how it had sounded?
Dan continued, his face dropping into more serious lines. “I love sex, I enjoy everything about sex. As long as I respect my clients and myself, no one comes to any harm. I always use protection, so I can’t see a problem,” he replied, maintaining eye contact. “The human body is amazing. It can give such pleasure and so many women never experience that. I believe that everyone should know how to respect and use it. Sex is wonderful and special with the right person and what your ex did to you was…well, there are no words for it.”
“Don’t you find it degrading?” Stacie asked.
“Degrading?” Dan sat back and regarded her. “Degrading is a very strong word.”
“I guess it is, but some people take sex too far.”
“Too far?” He seemed to pounce on her words.
“Well, to the limits of disgracing themselves,” she said, feeling uneasy at his reaction, yet determined to remain strong in her convictions.
“It all depends on the act and how they expose themselves. It doesn’t mean they are bad, some people are more extravagant than others. Some people keep it strictly to the bedroom and others prefer to go out and about. It’s more of a thrill to get caught out, whereas the bedroom’s safe. Desires gives people the opportunity to play out their fantasies in a controlled environment, rather than out in the wild as it were. We are all different and like sex in different ways. So long as everyone’s happy and no one gets hurt, it’s not a problem.”
“So what is Desires all about?”
“It’s a very open-minded club. There’s nothing legal that cannot be done within these walls. It’s where your sexual fantasies come alive. And no one judges anyone.”
“So, if I suggested—not that I ever would as I find it repulsive—a threesome?”
“Then that would happen.”
Stacie widened her eyes, wondering if the club was the right place for her. It sounded like a freak show and she again found herself asking the question—should I really be here?
“So, the woman I saw coming out the room earlier, who looked rough to say the least, could’ve been up to anything, a threesome or maybe even more?” Stacie asked.
“She could’ve done anything. She’s paying for a certain fantasy and she will get whatever she requests.”
Stacie looked at him, shocked.
“Stacie, I am here to help you regain your confidence and self-esteem, and to teach you to enjoy your body after what your ex put you through. I want you to get your life back on track, meet new people, have fun. It doesn’t matter what other people want from Desires. It only matters what you want.”
“So, I only get what I request.”
“Absolutely. Nothing will happen in this room that you haven’t agreed to.”
She smiled at him, feeling reassured and they finished their food in companionable silence. Stacie’s mind wandered back to the thought she’d had earlier. What would happen if her secret came out at work?
Stacie’s job was time-consuming, but through choice. When she was married to Graham, she used to make any excuse to work overtime. Since she’d left him, nothing had changed. Except now she worked to keep herself busy, not to avoid going home. She had forgotten there was more to life than working, which was another reason she’d contacted Desires. She wanted to change her lifestyle, she just wasn’t sure how.
Her day was, get up, quick shower, coffee, breakfast, work till it got dark, home, maybe an hour of television, then bed. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d even had a long soak in the…
“Dan, is it okay if I have a bath?” The big Jacuzzi had suddenly flashed into her mind’s eye and the thought of a nice long soak in hot bubbly water was very appealing.
“Of course, I’ll run it for you.”
She watched Dan stand up and walk toward the bathroom. Stacie had serious doubts about Desires. The only thing keeping her there was Dan. It was time she admitted it to herself, she had the makings of a serious crush. He was adorable. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone for years. If anything she feared him, scared of what his thoughts about her were. Did he think she was pathetic and naïve?
“Your bath is ready,” he told her, popping his head around the door.
Stacie entered the bathroom. Dan was standing proudly beside the steaming Jacuzzi. He had lit the candles she’d noticed before and the fragrance of vanilla filled the air.
“This is lovely.”
“Good,” he told her, checking the water temperature.
“Oh,” she said, turning and heading back to the bedroom, rummaging in her bag for her car keys.
“What’s the matter?”
“I left my overnight bag in the car.”
“I’ll get it,” he said, snagging the keys from her hand and heading to the door.
“You don’t have to,” she said but he was already off, coming back quickly with the bag. Sta
cie pulled her clothes out of the bag, and laid them out on the bed. She set her makeup on the dresser, and then took her beauty products into the bathroom, arranging them on the side of the Jacuzzi.
The steamy room smelled of a mixture of vanilla and orange blossom, which emanated from the bubbles piling up in the Jacuzzi. She placed her hands on the sash of her robe, then hesitated, looking at Dan.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“It’s perfect, thank you,” she replied. In a rush, she slipped the robe off and let it drop to the floor, turning her back to Dan as she climbed into the bath. The temperature was perfect and she couldn’t help letting out an, “Mmm,” of pleasure as she slid down into the enfolding warmth. She gathered the bubbles together to hide her breasts, before daring to meet Dan’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows and she felt silly for feeling embarrassed.
Dan moved closer to her and knelt at the side of the bath. He gazed deep into her eyes and then deliberately looked down at where her breasts were hidden under the cover of bubbles. His mouth was inches from hers. She could just lean forward and kiss him.
“How would you feel about playing with yourself in the bath? You could use your shower gel to soap up your breasts to start.”
Stacie looked at him, stunned, and glanced at the bottle of shower gel.
Well that wasn't quite what I had in mind.
Stacie looked back at him. Was he waiting for her to begin? “With you watching?” she said, just to clarify.
“Yes, of course. I need to keep an eye on you. I have a feeling if I don’t keep watching, as soon as my back’s turned you’ll forget why you’re here.” His tone was teasing.
The idea was intriguing. What the heck? Why not? She raised her upper body up and slowly brushed off the bubbles so her breasts were on show to him. They gleamed from the water, and steamed slightly as they came out into the open air. Her smooth pink nipples crinkled and shrank in protest.
She watched Dan watching her breasts. His eyes flicked up and he gave her a smile, not abashed in the slightest. This close up, she could see details in his face she hadn’t noticed before. His lips were perfect and kissable, his cheekbones high and well-shaped. There was a slight scar, thin and about an inch long, on his right cheek. Stacie wondered how he had got it. His nose was elegant and his eyes looked like pools of chocolate framed by the kind of thick, dark eyelashes girls paid far too much money for. His gelled hair was styled in rough spikes and his stubble just cried out to have fingers rubbed over it. He was delicious.
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