Body Wisdom & Uncompromising Portraits

Chapter One-3

“Can I lower my arms now?” I whispered.

He snickered and pulled them down himself for a moment massaging away the aching soreness.

“You were hoping for this, weren’t you?” he said looking at me with a smug grin on his face.

I grinned back. “You think I’d tell you?” I replied with a snicker of my own.

“I think you should,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“We just made love, shouldn’t we share secrets?”

“Oh, but it wasn’t a serious f**k, you said so,” I reminded him. “Just a lark, I think those were your very words?”

“And you believe me?” he said.

I sighed happily, even though this relationship confused me. “I don’t know what to believe,” I answered truthfully.

“Well, Jessie, I’m not the cad you think I am,” he said, pulling up. He was staring at me again with those dark-fired eyes looking down at me earnestly.

“Still, I hardly know you.”

“Ah, but you will,” he assured me.

He pulled away, and then off the couch altogether. Standing over me as he zipped his pants, he looked down at the naked body he’d just screwed.

“And you’re leaving so soon?” I wondered, scared that this was exactly what he was going to do.

“No,” he said. “But I’ll have that glass of wine, that is if I’m staying the night?”

“Of course you’re spending the night.” I was hardly going to let him get away so soon. Popping up from the sofa, I pushed him back down. “Just let me change, and I’ll get the wine,” I told him happily as I tripped off to the bedroom to find my robe.

We talked more than I expected we would, while we finished off a bottle of wine. I still couldn’t get over his eyes, and the smile, though I felt less intimidated by them now.

“You going to be a librarian all your life?” he asked me, as he sipped his wine. I was thinking he looked better holding a beer can than my crystal goblet.

“I like the books,” I answered back.

“You like the books,” he repeated, nodding his head as if he was trying to consider what that meant.

“I like the smell of them, the feel of them in my hands. You could even call it erotic,” I suggested.

“You get off on books?” he said with a little wonder in his voice.

“What they say is important too,” I added. “But lest you think I’m too much of a bore, I do other things.”

“Like what?”

“Paint.”

He took a quick perusal of the room, noting my oil paintings hanging on the walls.

“Your style is intriguing. I like black and white.” Most of my paintings look like black and white photographs.

“You should have them hanging in a gallery.”

“I have at times, the one here in Shelter Bay. But I’m a creature of the moment. For a while I paint, and then I move on to other things. These, I kind of got attached to. They’re not for sale.”

“Are you painting anything else now?”

“Not now, I’m doing jewelry. Maybe you could show some of it in your shop?”

“I could. If I like it,” he considered.

I dangled the feather and stone earring still in my left ear, so he would notice. He looked at it, for a moment intrigued, though I was disappointed when he didn’t comment. “So what else do you do with yourself?” he asked.

“I write stories and poems, and when I feel particularly inspired, I play the piano.”

“All that talent, and you shuffle books,” he commented dryly.

“Don’t judge me, Kurt. All this is what makes me interesting,” I said, a little flippant twist in my voice. “But you could tell me one thing?”

“What’s that?”

“Why me? Seven years older than you, and not so cute anymore. Why would you choose me to date?”

He shook his head. “That’s a bad self assessment yourself, Jessie,” he admonished me playfully, though I believed he was being totally sincere. “I don’t really know why I asked you out, except that I like your dimple, and your hair, and the way you move, and . . . “ he considered for a moment, “the way you make love. I just had a feeling.”

“I’ve never made love like that.”

“Ah, but you did with me, and you liked it.” His eyes were gleaming as they had before. I was glad I was finally getting used to them. I knew I liked Kurt, and I knew he liked me for whatever reasons. It seemed a good enough excuse for him to spend the night, when I really didn’t need any at all. I’d thrown out all my rules for the moment and accepted simple lust as enough.

We were both naked under the sheets within the hour. He kept telling me things to do, and I kept responding. I figured I could stay in bed with him forever, and that wasn’t because I was s*x-starved. Todd had kept me satisfied until he left, and I kept myself happy m**********g thereafter. But this was different.

The fact was, it was better s*x than I’d ever had before. Kurt had few restraints. I suppose he was testing me, though the things he was doing to my body, no matter what they were, found a s****l Jess no man had ever discovered. He pinched my n*****s, sometimes so hard I felt a bite of pain so sharp, I was tempted to protest. But he hushed my objections with his fingers to my mouth as though he was hushing a child. When his hand moved down my belly, his fingers between my labia, tender-sweet spasms would begin that nearly put me in tears. I begged him to continue, knowing another orgasm was just seconds away, but he stopped, looking at me with a devious grin. He had much more planned.

With a hand on my ass, he squeezed my uninitiated rear with a grip hard enough to hurt, though it wasn’t a pain I couldn’t suffer. And when released his grip and slapped me hard, such warmth made me plead for more, with a “yes, Kurt, yes.” With my ass alive, as though a whole new part of me had opened for him, he made a first trek between the cleft of my rear. Probing my anus with his finger, I shuddered nervously.

“Relax, Jess,” he cooed sweetly. Turning me to my stomach, he raised my behind and he went down between the cleft with his tongue, bathing both sensitive places until he finally centered on the tight puckering hole.

“Oh, my,” the exclamation was hardly enough to communicate the darker desires he raised in me. With his tongue on my anus and his fingers probing my cunt, a thumb to my clit, the orgasm shook me hard. He knew me much too well, too soon. This was too intimate for a first date and I was too much like an eager virgin in his hands. I might have backed away from him for taking these s****l liberties with my mind and body, but I was lost to him, his to control. I might have briefly worried over his motives, but the physical heaven was so rich, I had to put my fears away and just enjoy him as he was.

I liked the way he was sure of himself about everything—and even the way he knew me so well. At first, I thought his taking control of me was sweet, and even a little silly. But there was darker level to it that aroused me in darker places. By the time our first night had ended, I found my willingness to comply with his wishes was almost frightening. He did so little to gain my cooperation. But it was seductive and out of control, and though I wasn’t used to it, I knew I’d surrender again.

In the morning, I cooked breakfast in my skimpy robe while Kurt teased me every chance he got, running his hand up the bottom of the robe, and down the front. We played for a while, then ate scrambled eggs and toast. And when it was time for him to leave, I watched him disappear down the street. Seeing his sexy body swagger away, I was instantly wracked by fear – would he want me again. For that matter, would I want him?

***

Two days later, Kurt stopped by the library.

“How come you haven’t come by the shop?” he asked me, as he reached out and stroked my face.

I was sitting primly on my stool, in a skirt that was hiked high on my thighs so the top of my pantyhose showed. My sweater dipped low in front, for a classically wanton look that Kurt didn’t miss. He stared straight at my chest before he looked me in the eye.

“You deliberately avoiding me?” he asked.

“No,” I said, though I knew in forty eight hours, I had clamped tight a surge of desire that threatened to make me into a ridiculous older woman, flaunting herself without shame at a younger man. I couldn’t help that appearances mattered to me. I told myself hourly that I needed to know him better, he was too young, and definitely in a category of men that should be off-limits to a mature, though sexually liberated, librarian.

What amazed me most about him was his assumptive manner. It was scary, the way he didn’t hesitant at all going into a relationship. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, but I didn’t want to stop him either.

Leaning on top of my desk, he took my chin in his hand. “Stop by tonight, on the way home, and don’t you forget.” He looked very serious, no smile, just those eyes boring into me, so I wouldn’t forget.

With that, he took off, and I was suddenly feeling giddy.

A few hours later, I was intently studying a weaving that hung on the wall of Kurt’s shop, when he came up from behind and grabbed me by the waist.

“Ah!” I jumped and let out a scream.

“Nervous are we?” we asked.

“We’ve covered this before,” I reminded him. “You make me nervous.”

“Keeps you on your toes,” he said.

I was still facing the wall as his arms went around me and his mouth descended to my neck.

“What if someone sees?” I queried him.

“It’s my shop, I’ll do what I want,” he said.

I was petrified, though something made me relax back against him. His body was warm, while mine felt cool from the anxiety. He fondled me for a while, with his hands making their way inside my sweater where he squeezed my breasts firmly. I suspected he wanted to make love, but then he stopped.

“Come here,” he said. He grabbed me by the hand, leading me out the back door. I followed him through the landscaped brick patio, to a small stone shed. I expected this building was nothing but a workshop, but on going inside, I was surprised to find that this was his home. The small place was just one room, but that room was remarkable.

“This side was destroyed when I bought the place,” he told me. “Nothing but daylight streaming in. But the stone back here was still sound.” The side that we entered was his kitchen, dining room and living room, abbreviated of course, with just the bare bones of furniture, enough for a bachelor I suppose. The far end of the room was a large extended porch, finished with fresh light-colored wood, worked in the most amazing design on the ceiling. There were windows on all three sides, looking out to the woods.

“I just finished it, what do you think?” He actually seemed anxious to hear my answer.

“You did all this?” I asked. “It’s beautiful!”

He escorted me past the kitchen and the dining table, to the glass surrounded addition. There was room for only a single chair and a small table on one side. His bed was on the other side, neatly made with a patchwork quilt tucked around it in military precision.

“And this is why I wanted you here,” he said with a sudden wildness about him that propelled both of us on to the waiting bed. He tackled me eagerly, his hands going inside my skirt, immediately pulling it down. Once off, he stripped me of my sweater, my bra and panties followed. While staring down at my naked body, he stripped off his own clothes. The firm, lean muscled body descended to mine with his stiff d**k ready, quickly poised to strike at my cunt. He teased me with it, and I teased back, then I suddenly pulled up taking the bobbing stalk in my hand. My lips went around the head, my tongue circling. I toyed with him, looking up into his face with a silly grin on my lips. He looked me nastily and then grabbed my hair, pushing his c**k deeper into my mouth. After all, I’d asked for it. I swallowed on him, sucked hard with my lips, then worked him in an out of my mouth, feasting on the delicious taste. I might have controlled that instant, but that was all. When he abruptly pulled out of my mouth, he shoved me back against the bed, and was inside my cunt in seconds, carrying me around the bed in strong arms. First on top of me, then side by side, finally we landed with me on top. He held my hips and thrust deep as we pulled in and out at odds.