Museum Piece (Appetizer)

photo: annie stoner

photo: annie stoner

Beneath me, Lida’s thighs tensed and her eyes grew wide. I watched the echoes of a familiar war play across the Czech girl’s face, for it was clear that she was both scared and intrigued in equal measure.

“Lida?” My fingertips drew series of soft lines that followed the lacy edge of her bra, over the pale swell of one breast and then the other. My eyes followed the trail of goosebumps left in the wake of those small caresses. Then I let my gaze drift back up to her face and settle expectantly. “You do *want* to be here, don’t you?”

With the backs of my fingers I drew my touch up her chest, her long neck and over a cheek that had grown pink, either with the heat of the room or arousal.

“I don’t know,” Lida’s response was almost a whisper.

I cocked an eyebrow with surprise, although I wasn’t surprised in the least.  “You don’t know? How curious,” I said, looking up at Stephen with a smirk. “She doesn’t know.”

Stephen stepped behind me and curled his hands around my neck before sliding his palms down to my breasts, pushing the bathrobe open as he went. His warm hands covered them both and squeezed, slow and greedily. I heard him breathe in deeply, and then his lips were at my ear.

“She knows, kitten. She knows exactly why she’s here. Let her play the ingenue if she wants.”

Releasing his grasp on one breast, his hand wormed its way down forcing the robe open further, sliding over my belly and cupping my sex. I was wet. I’d been wet the moment Lida had entered the room, the moment I straddled her seated form. Now I sat astride her, uncovered, aroused, with Stephen’s hand between my legs. His fingers pressed between the warm, splayed lips of my cunt, moving, making slick, obscene noises.

His other palm cupped my chin, raising it until he pressed his mouth against mine. He kissed me once, twice with closed lips until the fingers between my legs pushed into my passage in one swift, violent motion. I opened my mouth to his tongue.

Dimly, I heard the girl let out a staggered breath, but the sensation of being fucked and kissed at the same time was so exquisite, it was hard to focus on anything else. I gave myself over to him. Sucking hungrily on his tongue, rolling my hips to rub my erect clit against the heel of his hand.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and looked up. The fingers buried in my cunt, however, didn’t stop. “If she comes like this, she’ll make a terrible mess of your nice skirt, Lida. She comes in a torrent.”

The thighs beneath me moved; the girl was squirming in her seat, but Stephen’s hand was still around my neck, tilting my head upwards, preventing me from making eye contact with Lida. I felt the sharp outline of his hardening cock pressing between my shoulder blades.

He lowered his gaze to mine again. “We wouldn’t want that, kitten. Would we?”

“No…” I panted. But in truth I didn’t care. My skin was burning, my cunt was engorged and throbbing. I was so close to coming that a few more strokes of his fingers would push me over the edge.

And knowing me, knowing my body as well as he did, Stephen stopped. He gave a low laugh as my interior muscles clutched in a serial wave of contractions around his stilled fingers. Then, slowly, he withdrew them. My body gave a disappointed shudder, but I knew better than to voice it.

Only then did he release my chin and I glanced at Lida, trying to control my breathing and the slow shudders of my body.  “Still not sure why you’re here, Lida?”

The girl’s cheeks were suffused with blood; a flush that continued down her neck and spread across her upper chest. Two huge dilated pupils fixed on mine. She swallowed and the tendons in her throat spoke of a mouth gone dry. She couldn’t answer; her modesty wouldn’t let her. But beneath the cups of her neat little bra, her erect nipples pushed furiously at the fabric.

I reached between my legs, wetting my fingertips with my own juices and brought two of them up to her mouth, painting my lust onto her full, barely parted lips. I could feel the warmth of her sharp, shallow breaths as I smeared myself over her. Then I bent forward, plunging my hands into the dark tangle of her hair, and kissed her.

Almost immediately her mouth opened, invitingly, but I did not oblige her. I tasted myself, sucking her lips in turn, feeling her whole body warm to the contact as I pressed against her.

Allowing my open mouth to drift over one cheek, letting the tip of my tongue streak her skin with my saliva, I nestled my mouth against her ear.

“Let’s fuck. That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” I whispered.

She gave a broken groan and nodded in response.

  17 comments for “Museum Piece (Appetizer)

  1. December 3, 2009 at 7:53 am

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    Sorry. I’m too busy rereading.

    Criminy. I’m turning into a fanboy.

  2. gg
    December 3, 2009 at 8:28 am

    rg, this is utterly delectable. What an incredibly effective ‘build.’ The eroticism and sensuality in this piece is amazing. Simply, stunning and excellent. Mmm, thank you.

  3. December 3, 2009 at 8:30 am

    oh yes … that’s exactly what i came for. *moans*

  4. S
    December 3, 2009 at 10:22 am

    I’ve pretty much stopped over-thinking about why your prose is so affecting, and now merely surrender to enjoying it whenever it appears.

  5. City Different
    December 3, 2009 at 1:45 pm

    Ohhh… Please let this feast go for a full seven courses, and beyond!

  6. Andy Dunn
    December 3, 2009 at 5:34 pm

    My God,

    If they are your feet and breasts , you are stunning.

    • Andy Dunn
      December 3, 2009 at 5:54 pm

      No offence intended, sexy photos.

    • December 3, 2009 at 9:15 pm

      I’m afraid they aren’t. Both my breasts and my feet are far inferior.

  7. TFP
    December 3, 2009 at 6:25 pm

    Excellent…

  8. Elgie
    December 4, 2009 at 3:34 am

    Delicious in the extreme! I told myself I was not going to read these until you were done with the whole story, but I am such an addict that you make me a liar!

  9. John
    December 4, 2009 at 6:52 am

    Started easy but you drove it home

  10. eve
    December 4, 2009 at 9:52 am

    I’ve been away too long, rg. This story is utterly delicious.

    Now that we’ve finished up with dessert, can we look forward to a little cognac?

    eve

  11. Erozica
    December 5, 2009 at 4:36 am

    We’ve had dinner, dessert and then appetizer. We should be totally sated but I am so hungry for more now.

    Every time I read you, your words have the same affect as the aromas of an exotic meal being prepared to tempt and pleasure, making me feel that, although I have never stopped eating, this will be the first time I have after a long fast and my new appetite turns into lust for something I have never had…and now want, now!

    More please! Let the feast begin…

  12. moltenthought
    December 5, 2009 at 5:17 am

    This has left me craving the main course…or, actually, how many courses are there going to be?

    Nom-nom-nom!

  13. Heloise
    December 5, 2009 at 7:32 am

    hot dayum, woman… you’re making me a computer whore. I cant turn it off for fear of missing a new post

  14. ALA
    January 8, 2010 at 10:01 am

    LOL ditto was heloise said.

  15. Cille
    January 25, 2015 at 12:03 pm

    I don’t suppose there’s more courses hiding some where else… So delectable.

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