by Marsh, Lia
His fingers danced and lightly grazed my skin, causing little goose pimples of pleasure to appear on my skin. The lust in his eyes was undeniable and he was pressing all the right buttons to turn me into a wanton bitch. The way that he was touching me was a tease, and only made me want him even more. I was this close to grabbing his head in my hands, when he pulled away and stood back up with his hard cock showing its own displeasure at bringing this to an abrupt end.
“So, I will see you tonight then.” He had stopped, just as he was fanning the flame between my legs, and I couldn't believe that he had left me frustrated and wanting.
Getting up on shaky legs, I had to hold on to the table in front of me for support, as I used the other hand to pull my robe closed and make my way over to the patio door. “Um, sure, I’ll be here at 6pm.” He could've had me right then and there, and I probably would have done anything he wanted in and out of the bedroom. This man had me wrapped up around his little finger, and I think he purposely excited me, just so that he could walk away, leaving me with these nasty thoughts that I just couldn't get out of my head. “I’ll bring over a bottle of wine.” He wasn't even looking at me, yet I could still see a glimmer of a mischievous grin on his face, which he was trying to hide from me.
“All you have to bring is yourself with or without the robe.” Lightly laughing, he walked away from me and went up the stairs very slowly, as I watched and yearned to follow him and jump his bones. Pulling myself away, I walked down onto the beach feeling the sand on my toes, and wondering how I was going to get him to finish what he started. Maybe if I stayed around after the little dinner party, I might be able to get him alone and finally see what he was all about. I was really looking forward to the dinner party, but it was his comment about there being surprises that had me excited by the possibilities.
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Chapter 3 - Eyes Open.
I didn't expect to meet Michael, but I suppose you never know when cupid will lend his hand and the quiver of his arrow. It wasn't exactly like I was in love with him, but I was definitely seeing myself being with him in the more biblical sense. Helping him up to his house when he injured himself and then having him briefly pleasure me was indeed a surprise that I could get used to.
He had invited me to this dinner party, but there was something in his tone that made me think that there was more to it than just people getting together and talking around the table. Not sure exactly what I was getting myself into, I decided to rummage through my closet and see if I had anything that would knock his socks off when he saw it.
After tossing my clothing asunder, I realized that there was really nothing that I had that would make that kind of statement when I entered into his door. What I needed to do was take some of my new fortune and go and do a little shopping. It's not something that I’ve been accustomed to in the past, and most times I just keep wearing the same thing over and over again until it starts to fall apart. Now that I had all this cash on hand, I could afford practically anything I wanted and I didn't have to worry about the price tag. That was a kind of freedom that the rich have every day, and I was finding that being wealthy didn't make me feel guilty anymore.
I didn't even have a car, and I would have to do something about that fairly quickly. In the meantime, I would just have to get some other transportation, which turned out to be the same limousine service that I had used previously. They were more than happy to take me around, but of course there was a monetary gain in it for them. Everything revolved around how much money you had and now I didn’t have to worry about that one pesky thing that had dogged me all my life. It was a liberating feeling to know that money would never be an issue and that I wouldn’t have to live hand to mouth or rob peter to pay Paul.
There was nothing that captured my eye, and then out of the blue this little boutique came into sight. It was the last place I thought I was going to find myself in, but it was calling me like some siren in the ocean. Beckoning me towards the door, I walked in, hearing that telltale bell go off above my head. “I’m sorry, but we don’t really have anything here for you.” I didn't like her attitude, and the way that she was looking at me made me feel cheap and dirty, which was something that I certainly was not. Then, I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror glass, and I knew exactly why she was acting like such a prissy prima Donna. I didn't have any other clothes to wear, so I was wearing this off the rack grey number that looked like it had been in my closet for years. Actually, it had been in my closet for at least five years, and was way out of style and way out of date.
“Look, I just came into a lot of money, and I haven't had a chance to go shopping yet. This is not who I am anymore, and what I need from you is a total makeover from head to toe. If you don't think you can do that without grimacing each time you look at me, then I will just take my business and my thousands of dollars with me to someplace else.” The very mention of thousands of dollars got her attention in a hurry, and now she was doing everything that she could to ingratiate herself to me.
“My apologies, we have had some unsavory characters coming in here of late. We think it's because some of the more prominent preppies are trying to make their home here in the Hamptons. From what I see, I don't think it is going to take very much to transform you into the woman that you want to become. There is a salon next door, and I'm sure that I can put in a good word for you, so that you can go over there after you leave here.”
“I would greatly appreciate that, but don't want you to go to any trouble for little old me.” I would have to start getting used to having this kind of power over people, because the old saying was true about how money talks. With the money that I had at my disposal, I was feeling like Midas but I wasn't a king, I was a queen about to be fit for her royal attire. She made a phone call, and then she came back over with an entirely different attitude altogether.
It wasn't long before we found many ensembles, and about an hour later I was walking out of there with an insane amount of packages, and a huge receipt that looked like it was the gross national product of Libya. Placing my garments in the limousine, I casually strolled over to the salon, taking my time to smell the salt air of the ocean that wasn't too far away.
A young woman with purple streaked hair and a nose ring greeted me at the door and there was a strong smell on shampoo that assaulted my nostrils “Susan has informed me that you are looking for a makeover, and if you don't mind me saying so, I think it's about time. What is the meaning of your new you, because we all do these things for one reason or another?” I wasn't sure if I wanted to put my body in her hands, as she just seemed so punk rockish and not at all the type of woman that I would spend my time with. Damn, I was starting to be as shortsighted as others that were already in my position. Judging a book by its cover is not my style, and I would have to stop that sort of thinking before it started.
“I am going to a dinner party, and I want to make a very good first impression. I want Michael to stare at me longingly and ache for my touch.” Her eyes lit up, and then she motioned for another girl, who came over with the longest blond hair I've ever seen, tied into a ponytail and looking like some reject from an 80s rock video.
“This is Jackie, and since you are going to one of Michael's parties, I believe that she will be able to help you in the back room. Jackie is always the one we use when it comes time for one of Michael's guests to come in here.” They knew Michael, and it looked like I was going to be subjected to a special kind of service on his behalf.
Jackie took my hand, and nonchalantly led me to the back room, closing the door and locking it from the inside. Bringing me over to one of the chairs, she used one finger and pushed me onto the seat, before putting a black smock around my neck. “Yo
u are a little different from what Michael is used to, and I imagine he sees something in you that he wants to encourage.” Her voice was laced with this sort of sensuality that was very hard to miss.
“I only met him this morning, and already he is inviting me over to a dinner party.” She smiled and licked her lips, making me an inch little further away from the chair, as I just didn't know what she was going to do next. Washing my hair, she turned it into a sexual art form, running her fingers through my locks, while the same time bending over with her hair in my face and letting me see her mountains of flesh. This girl was gifted, and she knew how to use her assets to their best advantage.
“Just relax, as I have been to Michael's ‘dinner parties’ myself and I don't think you're going to be disappointed.” Jackie air quoted dinner party making me think that there was some kind of hidden meaning that I was just not grasping onto. Her washing technique was lulling me into a relaxed state, and I began to feel like a true princess. Her hand began to stray, touching my breasts through one of the new dresses that I had decided to wear out of the boutique. It was one of those white strapless numbers, and now I could feel cool air wafting over my nipples.
The coolness turned to a heat and wetness, which could only be coming from Jackie’s mouth and lips. Her fingers were still massaging my scalp, and my nipples were being pulled out from my chest with the grasp of her teeth. “Ohhhhhhh.” I couldn't help but to moan, as this was my first taste of what being a lesbian was all about. I didn't even know I had these tendencies, and she was awakening something in me that had me on the edge of my seat. “Jackie that feels so good…but why are you doing this?”
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Stranger Obsession
by Lia Marsh
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About Lia Marsh
Lia is a TV executive, wife and mother of two, based in Miami, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.
Lia enjoys her new calling with a passion and hopes you will enjoy reading her stories as much as she does writing them.
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - My life as I knew it.
Chapter 2 - A New Beginning.
Chapter 3 - Eyes Open.
Stranger Obsession
About Lia Marsh