by Andi Allyn
He kissed her roughly and hungrily, pressing down on her and drinking her mouth, her lips, her tongue into his own. His hands were soft on her body at the same time that his mouth was hard. Their gentle caressing along her stomach and hips made her catch her breath with the need to have him closer to her.
He let his mouth travel down her neck and behind her ear, nipping at that fragile spot with his teeth and making her shiver. His breath left a trail on her skin as he moved around and down to the low-cut collar of her dress where the tops of her breasts were rising and falling faster with each kiss. Moving down without touching her dress, he put his mouth on her nipples and sucked at them through the fabric. She gasped and her breath hitched as a current of sensation shot right from the nipple in his mouth to her between her legs, making a wetness form as her legs shook.
As her head fell back and her eyes closed, he suddenly got up from the divan, talking excitedly as he walked away into the shadowy recesses. She stared after him in shock, but before she could react, he had returned, his hands filled with paints and brushes and cloths. He unloaded them on the floor by her feet and sat by her again.
He brushed her hair tenderly from her face and looked at her, seeming to study every minute detail. Slowly, without moving any closer, he let his hands trail from the sides of her face down her neck and over her shoulders. Letting his fingers slip underneath the straps of her dress, he pulled them down her shoulders, releasing her braless breasts and exposing her toned stomach. Now, disentangling his fingers from the straps, he moved his hands to her waists and standing up, pulled her up with him. He kept their bodies at a distance as he finished pulling her dress downward, crouching down to slide it down her legs. His hand brushed briefly against her leg as he did this and she shuddered.
Taking her ankles one by one, he lifted her feet and freed the dress from around them. His fingers lightly brushed over her ankles and back up her legs and then he stood up. She stood before him in only her panties now, but he quickly reached forward and slid them down and off, leaving her completely naked.
He began to circle her as she shivered in the cool air of the studio, and when he walked behind her, he stepped closer to let his fingers run along the curves where her legs met her ass cheeks. She sucked in her breath as chills ran through her. He stepped around to her front again and looked at her without touching her. His eyes seemed distant and a small smile touched his lips, showing white teeth under the bushy moustache. “I love a naked canvass.”
With that, he bent down by the art supplies and chose a brush and a palette. She stood mesmerized as he placed the palette on the floor and then selected two tubes of paint, squeezing little dollops of each onto the palette and mixing them with the brush. Now, he stood with dripping paint brush full of paint and stepped close to her again.
He painted the first stroke along the curve of her right shoulder blade and then down between her breasts, over her belly button and on to the very beginnings of her shaved lips. He left behind a broad deep red streak that cooled her skin along its meandering trail on her body. She looked at him, amazed and seeking a hint at the final product of this strange play.
He didn’t look at her, but returned to the paints, rinsing the brush and choosing different colors. When the brush was full of the new color, he stepped near her again. This time, his mouth led the way for the brush as he leaned forward and kissed under her chin and then licked downward, his hand with the brush following. His mouth went to her right breast first, his tongue circling her nipple before his lips swallowed it and sucked.
She almost collapsed with the wave of feeling that roared through her, every nerve reacting to the sudden contact. He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up, but he kept her body from touching his while he moved his mouth to her left breast and began to suck. He allowed her to fall gently onto the divan as his paint brush crossed over her hardened nipples with wide blue strokes, swirling outward around the areolas and off into fading trails at her sides.
She was breathing harshly, rasping breaths that left her moans in the air between them. He began to move quickly now, some kind of artistic fury taking over his motions. He swirled back to the paints and chose shade after shade, returning to her body to paint stroke after stroke of chaotic color. In between the brushstrokes, his mouth explored her, kissing and licking every bit of her shaking body. She felt her need build in waves as he moved over her and caressed her with mouth and brush.
Finally, he stood above her and dropped the brush to the floor. She followed his eyes over her body and saw the whirls and angles of color that covered her flesh. When she looked up at his face again, she saw the intensity of his gaze and the trembling of his body. Suddenly, he began tearing his clothes from his tall form, tossing them to the floor behind him. When he stood naked before her, she gasped at the beauty of his long, toned torso, the muscled legs and the long hard cock that stood rigid between them.
In an instant, he was on her, crushing his body along the length of her painted one, smearing the oily pigments between them. His mouth was greedily covering her own, pulling her rapid breaths into his own mouth. His hands grasped and clutched at her breasts, her stomach, her hips, sliding through the paint and leaving fingerprints on still naked flesh.
He pushed himself up and slid down, opening her legs with his hands and falling forward to press his face down onto her pussy. His tongue pushed with sharp digs into her folds, searching deep inside and sending loud growling moans into her body. She cried out as his tongue explored her, her hands reaching to grasp at the smooth red plush of the divan. When his tongue worked up to her clit and circled it and then covered it with long rough strokes, she yelled and arched upward, feeling the first powerful orgasm as it ripped through and overwhelmed her.
He pulled away from her, his moustache dyed with the colors of her body, and kneeled against the edge of the divan, pulling her open legs to rest against his thighs as his cock thrust deeply inside her clenching pussy. His thrust was hard and she yelled again to feel his thick shaft fill her completely. He leaned over her as he fucked her, letting his cock move roughly inside her as his fingers lightly swirled new patterns on her stomach and breasts.
He stopped suddenly and pulled at her, swinging her onto her stomach as her knees dropped to the floor. Squeezing her ass, his hands trailed up and grabbed her waist, pulling her body up until her knees draped on the edge of the divan. Then, she felt him dart forward and suddenly, his tongue was deep in her asshole, thrusting and expanding inside her. Her pussy clenched in a renewed climax as his fingers slid inside, searching for and finding her most sensitive spot and fucking it furiously. She moved her legs, trying to find better purchase on the fabric as his thrusting made her writhe and moan. She was coming almost endlessly now, and her body was aching with the waves of spasms that rolled through her.
Then, his tongue wasn’t there and his fingers slipped from her wet lips. She felt them grip tightly at her waist and her eyes opened in alarm, but before she could say anything, his cock had pushed deep into her ass, opening the tight clenching muscles and making her body go rigid in his hands. He thrust quickly, leaning over her and moving her against him. The pain was there, but it was being submerged by the intense ache she felt deep in her pussy. Her fingers tried desperately to reach her clit, her urgency making her move in shaky stabs.
He was thrusting fast, groaning and yelling, and then he stopped. She sensed him reaching frantically around at the floor and then, rising again, he thrust into her, this time in her pussy. At the same moment that his cock filled her, her body tensed and tightened, feeling the sudden intense cold of the thrown paint coating her back.
Something metallic clattered to the floor and he fell forward, growling as he moved in her. She felt his warm body and then his ragged breathing against her neck as he grabbed her hands with his and joined every part of their bodies. He bowed his head and laid it between her shoulder blades, shudders running through his body as he slowed his thrusting
and his harsh breathing whispered out above her.
Pulling out, he turned Marly over and looked at her paint smeared body for just a moment. Then, she broke his gaze, took his throbbing shaft in her hands and brought her mouth down on him, going deep as he rocked forward and came, filling her mouth and throat and, eventually, pulling out to let some of it fall onto her breasts and mix with the colors that lay there.
He lay down beside her and took her into his arms. She felt his moustache brush her ear. “The beauty of art rests in its vitality. Letting the life within it bleed outward in all its shocking chaos.”
Marly closed her eyes and pressed into his arms. She was no art student but she thought that she could understand his point. She sensed the drying paint on her skin and felt she understood fully.
Nelly Steps Out
A Tale of Sex with a Stranger
by Sarah Blitz
all rights reserved copyright 2013byRed Hot Explicit Erotica Press
Nelly Ann looked at the mess of parts on her floor and sighed. David would’ve known what to do with all this. She frowned at the thought and got to her feet. She didn’t want to think about her cheating asshole of a husband anymore. He’d stolen her thoughts enough in the past few weeks as they’d worked on ironing out child support and visitations and custody and property. She turned her back on the pile of hardware that represented her new full bed and went to the kitchen for a drink.
The phone rang just as she was pulling the cork from the half-filled bottle of sauvignon. Groaning, she put the bottle on the counter and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, Nells.” Oh God, it was her co-worker, Lynette. Nelly tried to infuse her tired voice with some life. She didn’t need Lynette to go telling tales around the office about how she was burying herself in sorrow.
“Hi there, Lyn, how are you?”
“Well, I was wondering the same thing about you. How are you?”
“Oh, you know, just busy getting moved in and unpacked. If you’re calling about the meeting, I’m really sorry for missing it, I, uh, just had one last thing to take care of with the attorneys. I’ll have the report done for you by tomorrow, though.”
Lynette laughed. “God, don’t worry about it, Nelly, that isn’t why I called.”
“Um, okay, why did you call?” Nelly really didn’t give a care about why Lynette had called. She really just wanted her drink. And a handyman.
“Okay, well, my friend from out of town wants to go hang out and so I’m inviting some of the girls from work to make the rounds with us. What’d you think? Up for it?”
Nelly looked longingly at the chilled bottle on her kitchen counter. Did she really want to abandon her mopey solitude for a pack of gossiping co-workers? She caught sight of the mess on her living room floor and made her decision. “Of course. Just give me the details.”
Lynette breathed an exaggerated sigh into the phone. “Well, thank God, I was worried you’d choose hiding out instead, you know, since the recent developments.”
Nelly walked over to the bottle on her counter and wrapped a hand around the soothing coolness as Lynette’s shrill giggle assaulted her ear. She began instantly rethinking her decision, but Lynette just kept on talking, keeping her from being able to formulate any real objections out loud. Finally, Lynette got to the needed info and with a ridiculous smooch sound coming through the line, the conversation ended.
Nelly sighed and poured herself a small glass, draining it in one tilt. What the hell have I done?
Two hours later, Nelly was walking into the little downtown nightclub that Lynette had given directions to, smoothing her hands along her sides, straightening the little black dress that she’d dug from the back of her closet. It’d been a while since she’d worn it. David and she had started hard and fast but, at the end, when she wasn’t at work, she hadn’t felt the need to dress up just to sit at home and watch TV or help the kids with their homework. Of course, at the very end, David had been out of the house more than in it, so she’d had even less reason to look fancy.
She thought back to the slightly tipsy reflection in her bedroom mirror. It was really a shock to suddenly see herself made up again. She’d actually blushed at the tall curvy figure with the blond hair that brushed her back just above her ass and caressed her bare shoulders. Her blue eyes had been shining and then, she’d laughed. “Take that, you prick! Take a look at what you lost.” She’d giggled and smacked her ass before pulling on her high heels and making her way to the front room. Yeah, fuck the bastard.
Now, though, as she stood in the crowded room searching for Lynette, she felt unsure as a little voice of doubt crept through her mind. No one’s going to find me interesting, except maybe as a science project. She sighed. She wasn’t here to get laid, for God’s sake. She was here because, well, what else did she have to do besides get sloppily drunk at home and try to put together a bed that defied the laws of physics? She smiled and made her way to the bar.
She ordered her drink and turned to watch the entrance. Where the hell was Lynette? Jesus, she was always late. Nelly groaned and took a long sip from the glass that had appeared at her elbow.
“Something wrong?”
Nelly choked on her second sip and looked around to her right to see an incredibly handsome man smiling in her direction. “Excuse me?”
He smiled bigger and developed dimples. “Well, I heard your moan and I thought maybe you were in some kind of pain.” His green eyes twinkled behind rimless glasses.
Nelly shook her head and finished her drink, waving the bartender down for a refill. “Uh, no, I was not moaning. It was a groan. I am not in any pain, thank you, unless you count waiting for an inconsiderate shallow gal painful.”
“Oh, I most definitely would consider that painful. I don’t like to be kept waiting, but now that you’re here, Nelly, my pain is over.”
Nelly choked on the first sip of her new drink and, for the first time, looked directly at her new companion. His dark blond hair fell across his forehead, and his dimples didn’t at all detract from his square jawed attractiveness. “I, um, don’t know you, do I?”
He shook his head and took a sip from his own drink, a tall mug of some dark ale. “No, not yet, but we know of each other.” He reached out and took her hand between both of his. “I’m Lawson, Lynette’s guest for the evening.”
Nelly’s jaw dropped and she felt the warmth of her embarrassment creep up her neck to her cheeks. “Oh my God, I didn’t, I mean, I was looking for a girl, um, the girls, from work, and, uh, oh God.”
He smiled at her, and that made her embarrassment worse. “Lynette called me just a few minutes ago. Her car decided not to start, and she asked if I could gather you up and bring the party to her.”
Nelly took another sip of her drink and then asked, “What about the others that will be meeting here?”
Lawson shrugged. “It turns out you were the only taker.” He reached into his pocket, removed his wallet, and took a bill from it for the bartender. “There. Your drink’s covered. Can you drive me to Lynette’s? I didn’t rent a car this trip. We could take a cab if you didn’t drive.”
She smiled and agreed. It was typical of Lynette to flake on something like this, but for once she didn’t mind very much. More time with this man was perfectly okay with her. She led him out to the parking lot and to her car, pausing at the passenger door to open it for him. He surprised her, though, by turning her around and leaning in for a crushing kiss. It shocked her, but she realized with a bit of surprise that she wasn’t stopping him. In fact, she lifted her arms to the back of his head and held tightly, exploring his mouth with her tongue and melting against him.
As they kissed, she felt his arousal pressing against her and oddly felt no discomfort. In fact, she realized with more than a little surprise that if the man pressed the issue, she’d offer no resistance. It was so out of character and yet it had been so long. He held her close and kissed her passionately, and she further amazed herself by letti
ng her hands trail down to his ass to squeeze it through his pants. She felt his hands shifting, and then he pulled her back a moment and then leaned forward. She found herself tumbling backward into the back seat of her car with him leaning over her. She wasn’t sure why her inhibitions seemed utterly gone, but when she suddenly felt his hand under her dress and rubbing at her through her panties, she gripped his shoulders and cried out, “Oh, God yes!”
The man was skilled, and in seconds he had his fingers inside of her. She was surprised when they slid in so easily. Her arousal had exploded over her almost instantly, and as he kissed her she moved her hips upward against the fingers that delighted her. He seemed impossibly good. His fingers slid in and out of her, and she felt his thumb simultaneously rubbing circles on her clit. It was astounding, really. In no time at all, he had her on the verge of what she knew would be an astounding orgasm. A complete stranger! An utter stranger she’d known for fewer than five minutes had her moaning like a slut in the back seat of her car, and she didn’t even know if he’d bothered to shut the car door! Every bit of her intellect told her to stop what was happening, and every bit of her intellect was promptly ignore.
She kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed her, and it wasn’t until she felt the blunt head of his cock up against her pussy that she realized this would be the first man she’d slept with in more than eleven months and the only man other than David in seventeen years. When he pushed inside of her she gasped. He was much larger than David, and she felt stretched. She wasn’t certain if her abstinence heightened the feeling or if he really was enormous, but as he pushed into her, she moved the leg that wasn’t pinned against the seat back up and over his waist while she gripped his shoulders tightly and surprised herself by moaning, “Oh God. Yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”