Life Imitating Art

As a teenager just out of high school it was very difficult finding a good job that paid a good wage and also one in which I did not have to fight off the boss' unwanted advances and I don't mean cash advances.

After a particularly hard and disappointing day of job searching downtown, I decided to stay in the city for awhile, have something to eat and then go to the art gallery to wander about and do a little day dreaming. I find it very relaxing sitting in front of a painting or sketch and imagining what the artist was thinking about as they worked.

Only after I had eaten and was in the art gallery did I realize just how tired and sore my feet were. I would welcome a chance to sit down in front of a painting and rest my weary feet. My new heels were real nice to look at but not all that comfortable to be wearing them all day. As I walked around looking for a piece of art that caught my eye, I could hear the sound of my heels on the marble floor. It was then that I realized the art gallery was not very busy.

Eventually I found a painting that intrigued me. It was of a nude woman reclining on a day couch in a room that was full of details. Usually, I found that paintings focus on a central theme or figure and the background sort of blends in, but in this case, all of the painting was extremely detailed. Fortunately, there was a bench in front of it so I sat down to study it and to relieve my aching feet.

Once I settled myself down on the bench, I kicked off my heels and made myself as comfortable as possible. Within minutes of studying the painting I noticed that it was different from others that have a reclining nude in that it was a contemporary setting and not depicting theVictorian era as is usual. Clothes were scattered about on the floor and draped over furniture. Dresser drawers were open and lingerie was hanging out of them. It reminded me of my room at home. My mother was always nagging me to pick up.

Turning my attention to the nude, I studied her body and its shape, her positioning on the day couch and her facial expression which was framed by her long dark hair. The body was that of a budding woman but still child like, very similar to mine, slim, with long legs, tiny waist and small pert breasts, almost more nipple than anything else. Her legs were slightly spread but not agape and the pubic area was not wild but neatly trimmed. Her right hand rested on the top of her thigh and her left hand was up behind her head.

I found myself wondering what this girl/woman was about. What was her situation? Why was she like this? What was she thinking of? Looking at her face I could not determine what her emotions or thoughts were. She looked contemplative, anxious, scared, full of anticipation and erotic. How could this be? I searched her eyes for a hint of something, anything that would tell me what this painting was about.

Someone was talking to me, looking up, a woman was standing to my side talking and I didn't hear a word she had said. Excusing myself, I said I was sorry but I was studying the painting and didn't hear her. She apologized for interrupting my train of thought, but she just had to comment on my complete concentration on the painting, I was oblivious to anything around me. This, I realized was true, I had not noticed anything going on around me and did not notice her standing beside me.

Introducing herself as Vanessa, she asked if I would mind if she sat down. I said of course not and shifted a little to make a more room for her. Once seated, she commented to me about my heels laying on the floor and I told her about my bad day looking for employment and not having any luck finding a position that paid a decent wage that would allow me to move from my parents home and support myself. After some small talk, she asked me what I thought of the painting and I told her what my thoughts about it were. She did not agree but she did not disagree either. Vanessa told me her interpretation of the painting was a young girl waiting to or just having satisfied her lover. The clothes on the floor indicated to her, either a rush to get undressed or they were discarded there in a frenzy of passion and she was now basking in the afterglow. She acknowledged that the painting probably held hints as to what was happening and if we were to look close enough we would see them. Also knowing who the artist was may provide some insight.

We both sat silent for awhile trying to solve the mystery of the painting. I could feel Vanessa occasionally taking side glances at me as if she were studying me, but I thought it was my imagination at the time. I could see no clue as to who the girls' lover was, or even if he had been there yet. I was stumped. Continued discussion between us did not enlighten me any further. Noticing the time I said I had to be going and it had been very nice talking to her.

Vanessa told me she enjoyed talking to someone who was so young but mature and could carry on an intelligent conversation. Handing me a business card, she told me to give her a call if I was interested in applying for a position with her firm. She would provide more details if I called to make an appointment to see her. With that she got up said goodbye and as she was walking away turned back and said the painting would explain itself upon further reflection. I watched her walk away, a vision of confidence. Only then did I really look at her. She was very beautiful, in her mid 30's. She was tall dark and slim. Her clothes highlighted everything about her and indicated her success.

Getting up and slipping on my heels, I moved closer to the painting to see if I could find what I had missed. As I looked over the painting, my eyes were drawn to the dresser and there in the dresser mirror was the reflection of someone standing naked. It was what appeared to be an older woman smiling with a look of satisfaction on her face and her body, although more mature than the girls, was just as beautiful. Could this be what Vanessa's parting words meant? My eyes searched for the artist's name, in the bottom right corner, there it was, scrawled in white, Lisa. A woman. Is it true? Only a woman truly knows what a woman wants. The thought of that young girl having a female lover never entered my mind. Why not, I don't know. I guess because she looked so young and innocent. But really, she was no younger than I was, not really that young. Was this her initiation into womanly love, or had she done this before. My mind was reeling. Suddenly I became aware of my self, my nipples were hard and aching, my body betraying me, and I could feel the wetness in my panties. This had turned me on. I had thought about women at times but had never really seriously considered it, even though I had no interest in men as yet I thought there would come a time in my life I would. But now, after this I don't know, I was confused.

That night, in bed, all I could think about was Vanessa and the young girl in the painting. I thought about what her experience must have been like. Sleep did not come to me until I masturbated, imagining I was the young girl giving myself to the woman.

The next couple of weeks were uneventful. Lots of walking, talking and still no job. Were my sights too high for my experience? Then I remembered the business card Vanessa gave me. Pulling it from my purse I read that she was the owner of a real estate company that specialized in upscale private and commercial property, both sale and rental. I had never considered real estate as a career option but I had nothing to lose and it might be enjoyable, so I gave her a call. The receptionist took a message and said that Vanessa was with a customer right now but would return the call as soon as possible.

An hour and a half later the phone rang, my mother called up stairs that it was for me. Taking the phone call in my room, it was Vanessa. Just hearing her voice sent my stomach jumping. We made arrangements for me to have an interview the next day 4:30 p.m. sharp at her office. The rest of the evening was spent trying to decide what to wear. After much deliberation, I decided to try and look as professional as possible. I chose my funeral suit, a dark black pinstripe jacket and skirt combination and a white silk blouse along with black hose and my new black heels. Not much but it was the best I had. My shoulder length auburn hair would be down although I did try it up but without much success.

The receptionist, a tall girl with dark horned rimmed glasses and very long red hair took my name and asked me to please be seated until Vanessa was ready for me. This gave me the opportunity to watch Kathy (the Receptionist) perform her duties. She was very attractive but she appeared to have dressed down. She was however, the epitome of efficiency and went about her business without even acknowledging I was there. When a buzzer went, Kathy told me to go in. As I passed through the doors Kathy whispered to me, "you don't have a chance" and then she was gone. Sitting before me at her desk was Vanessa, who was smiling and motioning me to sit in front of her desk in an overstuffed armchair. As I sat down, she stood up and came around in front of the desk and sat on the edge.

She began by saying how pleased she was to hear from me and that I was interested in the job. Giving me a brief history of the company and what direction the company was taking and how it was so successful because of the company policy of " The customer always comes first" Her staff is trained in complying with the customer's wishes. This format was what drove the company. Her staff had been hand picked and for their loyalty to her and the company, they were rewarded handsomely. Her vision for me was to be intensely trained in all aspects of the business, so that I could fill in anywhere at anytime. In the process, I would get my real estate license and Broker's license if I wished. How far I wanted to go was up to me! As she was talking I was looking at her, and studying her. She was a beautiful, confident woman. She was in excellent physical shape with a healthy glow about her. I thought of my fantasy about her the night that I had met her at the art gallery and I could feel myself blushing. I couldn't stop looking at her, the outline of her breasts and the shape of her long legs outstretched before me. I had to concentrate on what she was saying to me. Closing my eyes, I tried to clear those thoughts from my mind. Suddenly, Vanessa was no longer talking and I opened my eyes to see her looking at me. Asking if I was all right, she got up and moved towards me. Thinking quickly, I told her that I just couldn't believe this was happening to me. With that, she said maybe I was getting too much information all at once and perhaps we should call it a day since it was past office hours anyway. What she wanted to do, was have me for dinner at her place, say the next evening around 7:00 p.m. if that was okay with me. This would give me time to absorb all she had told me, think of any questions I may have and then we could continue the orientation.

Once at home I could not believe my good fortune. Since I did not have a lot of outfits to choose from I decided to wear the same as what I had on for the interview but I wanted to give the impression of being sophisticated, so I decided to wear a little higher heel shoe to finish off the outfit.

The next afternoon I spent getting ready for the dinner. I freshened up the outfit and bathed, shaved and powdered myself. Standing before the mirror as I dressed, I saw a 19 year girl / woman, 5' 8" tall with shoulder length auburn hair. I think my legs are my best feature, but I wish my butt was a little more perky but at 34b-26-35 and 126 pounds I guess it wasn't too bad. As I slipped on my white string bikini panties and bra, naughty thoughts started going through my mind again. Since my legs were still tanned I decided not to wear nylons. With a little makeup, soon I was dressed and ready to leave for Vanessa's place.

The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever. My stomach was rolling over itself I was so nervous. Walking down the corridor I finally got to Vanessa's door. Stopping, I took a deep breath and knocked. After what seemed an eternity, the door opened and there stood Kathy. I was very surprised because it took me a moment to recognize her. The long red hair was now tightly pulled back and secured on top of her head and she wore heavy makeup on her face with shadowed eyes and bright red lips. She had on what appeared to be almost like a gypsy outfit with a white peasant top across the shoulders and a very short black skirt. Smiling, she asked me in and to please follow her, Vanessa was expecting me. As she lead the way into the living area, I noticed she wore the highest pair of heels I had ever seen and those along with the short skirt made it seem that her legs went on forever.

Vanessa's apartment seemed to be all open like a loft with heavy drapes on the windows and heavy but elegant overstuffed furniture everywhere and candles burning on every table. There sitting on a couch was Vanessa her hair curled so much she looked like a lioness, in control and ready to pounce. As I came towards her, she stood up and came over to me taking my hands in hers and gave me a kiss on both cheeks. She asked if I wish any refreshment and upon my refusal, thanked Kathy and dismissed her at which time she disappeared into the depths of the room. Vanessa wore a dress that made me feel so underdressed I was uncomfortable. It looked like black satin clung to her waist and rose up to her breasts in two strips that looped and tied behind her neck. From the waist down, it hung loose with a split up the middle. When she sat back down the dress fell away exposing her legs almost to the top. What a vision. After some small talk, we went to the dining room for dinner. Kathy was nowhere to be seen after the meal was served. Once the meal was finished, Vanessa suggested we return to the living room area to talk and get to know each other.

Once seated, Vanessa began to discuss business again, reviewing what we had already discussed and then proceeding with her expectations of her employees and what they received in return from her. She expected unwavering loyalty and unquestioning devotion. Her requests are to be taken as orders and not disobeyed, for the good of the company. It must be understood that she would not put her employees in a position where their health or well being would be compromised. Kathy brought us some wine and over the course of the meeting, Vanessa would pause and refill my glass. I began to feel the effects of the wine, a little light headed, flushed and at times it was difficult to concentrate on what she was telling me. We were the top real estate Company in the city and we achieved that position by giving our customers complete service and exceeding their expectations, which made us the very top of the elite agencies.

Eventually, Vanessa finished her business and asked me if I had any questions, if there were no questions and I was in full acceptance of what was expected of me, then we could consider myself an employee and I would start work on Monday. Standing up, she walked towards me to shake my hand to cement the agreement. It was then I noticed in the light of the room that she had on no bra and her nipples were very visible through the sheer material of her dress. After clasping my hands in hers and giving me a peck once more on each cheek, she said there was one more piece of business to take care of and if I would be seated it would be taken care of. With that, she called for Kathy to come into the room. Almost immediately she appeared and stood before her. Vanessa then addressed Kathy so that I could hear what was said and the tone of her voice. Apparently Vanessa had heard Kathy's' comment to me the day she showed me into Vanessa's office, about me "not having a chance" for the job. Vanessa told Kathy she would not tolerate that kind of behavior and attitude, to present and future employees and she must apologize for what she had said me, as it reflected on the company and on her.

I began to feel uncomfortable. My body felt very warm from all the wine and I even felt badly for Kathy and what was happening before me. I was just about to tell Vanessa that it was okay, when in what seemed like one motion, Vanessa's hands went to the front of her and pulled aside her dress exposing herself to Kathy and me. Her sheer black nylons and garter belt framed her neatly trimmed triangle and with that, Kathy went to her knees and Vanessa moved towards her. Stopping just short of Kathy's face, she stood there waiting, Kathy slid her hands up the legs in front of her and grasping Vanessa's butt cheeks she pulled her to her waiting face and tongue.

I could not believe what I was seeing, I was shocked and very turned on at the same time. After a moment of taking the scene before me all in, I could not resist any longer. All my pent up desires exploded. I could feel my nipples getting hard and they began to ache. My hand crept under my blouse and I started to play with them, rolling and pinching them between my thumb and forefinger as I watched Kathy pleasure Vanessa. The sight of this beautiful girl on her knees before this gorgeous woman, using her tongue to lick and probe was just too much for me and I hiked up my skirt and raised my knees as I slid my hand into my soaking wet panties. Looking up I noticed that Vanessa's attention was on me. She was watching everything I did and I didn't care, I was so intent on pleasing myself. My hand was busy as my fingers worked their magic. Suddenly I heard my name and when I looked up, Vanessa was pushing Kathy's head from her and telling her to crawl over and apologize to me. With that, Kathy was coming towards me and before I knew it she was pulling aside my panties and she started to probe and lick me with her tongue. I was confused, I felt uncomfortable, and this didn't seem right but Iwasn't about to stop her. I began to relax and enjoy the sensations her tongue and fingers were giving me. I felt her hands sliding me off the armchair and onto the floor. All I could see was her eyes staring at me as her head moved around while she pleasured me. Closing my eyes I began to enjoy the sensations she was providing me. As I was about to come felt something brush the sides of my head and when I opened my eyes, nylon clad legs straddled me and above my face was Vanessa's womanhood framed by her garter belt. Without hesitation, I raised my hands and slid them along her nylons enjoying their sensuous smoothness and onto the soft silky skin of her upper thigh and pulled her down to me and my anxious lips and tongue. This was an all-new sensation for me, her wetness, her sweet smell and her pubic hair on my face. It felt so right. Tentatively at first, my tongue moved out to taste her, slowly I investigated her, moving it around and over, savoring her, every crease in her body searching for her clit. Finding it, I traced it with my tongue and I felt her jump and heard her sigh as I held her nylon-clad thighs with my hands.

I found it hard to concentrate on pleasing Vanessa as Kathy was bringing me to orgasm; my body was going spastic as I ground her face into me. As my own began to subside, I knew Vanessa was getting to that point as well. Her body weight was increasing on my face almost to the point of suffocating me. My mind raced. I could not believe I was doing this, but I didn't care. I moved my tongue and sucked as best I could as she cried out and squeezed my head with her thighs. I continued to lick up her juices as she fell over me, satisfied until she pulled away from me when it became too sensitive for her. When we all recovered, realizing the lateness of the hour, I straightened my clothing and kissed each goodnight with a promise to see them on Monday, my first day of work. I thought I was going to enjoy this job, it looked quite promising.

My first day on the job and the next few weeks were really uneventful. As promised, Vanessa showed me all aspects of the business, some duties I liked better than others but it was a very exciting time for me. I changed my wardrobe and began to dress to please Vanessa hoping she would notice but there was never a reaction from her. I did get glances from the other women in the office complex but that was all. Neither Vanessa nor Kathy ever mentioned what happened that night. Some of my time was spent typing offers to purchase or lease and this enabled me to learn the terminology of the real estate business. One peculiar thing I did notice was there were only a couple of men employees in the office and they stayed to themselves, which was okay because I was not interested in men anyway.

One Friday, near the end of the day, Vanessa had me come to her office and my heart was racing. I looked to Kathy for a hint of something but there was no indication from her of what to expect. Entering her office I saw Vanessa over by the window. What a beautiful woman! Smiling, and in her usual greeting she clasped both my hands in hers and kissed me on both cheeks. I was hoping for more. She said she just wanted to tell me what a wonderful job I was doing and she hoped I was still happy. After I confirmed that I was, she asked me to do her a favor. It seems there was an open house at the home of one of our elite clients and she required the assistance of four employees. Myself, Kathy and two other women, (Bobby and Alison), would be there to help out since the home was quite large. It was to be a catered affair and the four of us were to provide the service since the caterers were to leave as soon as the food and beverages were prepared. Since this was to be a formal party so to speak, we would be required to wear some sort of uniform so we did not blend in with the guests. The only problem was that the party was Saturday night, which did not give us much notice. The other three were already in agreement. The owner of the house had provided the uniform to the other three and mine was here to be taken home so I could wear it straight to the party tomorrow night. We were expected to be there no later than 6:00 p.m. as guests were expected to arrive around 7:00 p.m. This was a very important party (open house) as the owner hoped to sell the property right away because she was leaving the country. This party was intended to give exposure of the property to all the right people and our agency was selected because we could pull it off with the short notice. How could I say no, after all it was part of my job.

The next evening, I unpacked the parcel and spread the contents on my bed. Obviously the client had been given my measurements. Everything appeared to be the right size for me and included was a note from the client, which said that the complete outfit was to be worn with no substitutions or additions. Freshly bathed, I proceeded to dress. The Uniform appeared to be a very tiny version of a French Maid outfit that consisted of a headpiece, a white silk blouse with a built in low cut bustier, a black mini skirt, black seamed stay-up nylons and black pumps with an ankle strap and 5" heels. There were no undergarments! I remember thinking that this could prove to be an interesting evening and I was feeling a little naughty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled on the nylons which almost went to the tops of my thighs, then the blouse, after which I stepped into the skirt and tucked it in. Once I had slipped on the heels I took a look in the mirror. The outfit did what it was supposed to do. I was very sexy but not slutty, at least I didn't think so. I turned around checking myself from all angles in the mirror and I realized that if I bent over or sat down I would expose myself. The skirt only covered to the bottom of my butt. I would have to take a cab to the party and wear a long coat to look presentable in public.

Vanessa greeted me at the door of the client's house and led me to the area where the other three girls were waiting for me so we could receive our instructions. We all had on the same outfit except the girl named Bobby, who I didn't recognize from the office. She had on what appeared to be a white thong under her outfit. Vanessa told us she really appreciated us doing this for her and it could lead to a lot of business for the company. All we had to do was serve to the guests what the caterer had prepared and make sure we were attentive to all the guests. The owner would be mingling with the guests and we were not introduced to her on purpose. If there were no questions, then we each could take a tray of Hors doeurves and start serving the guests.

Carrying the large silver tray I made my way into the living room and I could not believe the opulence. As I made my way around the premises, there was evidence of wealth everywhere. All the guests were the cream of the cities society, mostly women who had left their husbands at home and a few males were in the crowd that were rumored to be gay. Serving the guests, I got more than a few glances and stares at my appearance. My nipples were barely covered by the blouse and if I bent over to serve someone, who was sitting, my skirt rode up and exposed everything. Early in the evening, walking through a group of women, I felt a hand on my derriere as I passed by, I turned around to see who it was but no one in the group acknowledged it was them. Even while offering tidbits from the tray, some women ignored the offering and stared at my nipples peaking out from my blouse. My blouse seemed to be slipping down further as the night progressed and with my nipples exposed to the air and the stares; they stayed hard all night. From what I could see, the other girls were having the same experiences. I just happened to see Kathy serving a very attractive, sophisticated looking, older woman who casually leaned over and gave Kathy's breast a little flick with her tongue. Kathy could not respond or protest herself since both her hands were full at the time, so she just smiled and continued on with her duties.

As time went by, the number of guests dwindled and those that were left began to show signs of the free flowing wine. Conversations were more animated and the groups of people were becoming more intimate. At one point, I saw two women in a corner, who at one time had been talking, but were now kissing and groping one another, oblivious to anything around them. Another group of women who were seated in a conversation pit area had separated into couples and one girl about my age was on her knees before an older, gray haired woman who had her dress pulled up and the girl was orally pleasing her. Slowing down as I passed them I could see the woman was in very good shape for her age and her breasts as she massaged them appeared to be like those of a woman who was much younger. As I stopped to serve a woman who was watching them, I felt a hand rub up the inside of my thigh and work its way to my pussy which was now very wet. I had trouble maintaining my balance as I tried to spread my legs while standing. Once the hand had rubbed me a little while, it was withdrawn and I turned to see the woman responsible licking my juices from her fingers. Looking around the room, situations like this were happening all over.

One of the gentlemen guests was engaging Bobby in conversation and then proceeded to grope and kiss her. To my surprise Bobby did not resist as the man freed her breasts from her blouse and began to suck on her nipples as he moved his hand up under her skirt. Slowly he sank to his knees before her and lifted her skirt exposing her white thong, running his hands up the side of her nylons he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and slowly pulled it down her thighs. Out sprang a semi erect penis, I could not believe my eyes and just then I felt a hand on my ass and a finger probing me. I turned to see Vanessa beside me, smiling; she said hello and kissed me deeply. I turned my attention back to Bobby just in time to see the man before him take the tip Bobby's penis into his mouth and lovingly kiss and suck it before devouring it all the way down. The look on Bobby's face was that of sheer pleasure. Alison then came up behind Bobby and reached around and grabbed Bobby's breasts and squeezed his nipples, causing him to thrust out his pelvis into the man face. Slowly she moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him forward from the waist up and he rested his arms on the back of the chair in front of him. Alison then lifted her skirt to reveal a strap on dildo that she ran up and down the crack of his ass and then inserted it into him all the way. Poor Bobby didn't know which way to go, getting pleasure from both sides and Alison giving no mercy to his butt as she rammed him continually. This scene set the tone for the remainder of the evening, and there seemed to be no limit to which people would go to please themselves and others.

Leaving the area to go to the kitchen to get more refreshments, women were everywhere in different combinations of sexual acts. When I walked into the kitchen, there was Kathy, sitting on the counter with her legs spread and a woman sitting on a chair in front of her with her face buried in Kathy's crotch as she fingered herself to climax. I don't even think Kathy noticed me as I fetched another tray and left. On my way out I bumped into Vanessa who directed me to one of the bedrooms saying there were people there requiring refreshments. Picking my way around the people on the floor and making my way upstairs, I came to the room that Vanessa told me to go to and I knocked on the heavy wooden door. Hearing no response, I entered and once my eyes adjusted to the light, there was a woman standing by herself, near a dresser. She was very elegant, tall, slim, almost regal in appearance, her silvery hair was up and she wore a long flowing dress. I began to apologize for interrupting her when she waved her hand and told me she had sent for me. She had noticed me at the party and Vanessa had told her who I was. As she was talking, she made her way towards me. Stopping just in front of me, she looked me up and down and a smile came to her lips, then she told me the outfit suited me. She liked the way my nipples stood out and she reached out to touch them. I didn't know what to do. She squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger, almost bringing tears to my eyes and then she brushed my hair back around my ears and leaned in to me, holding my face in her hands she gave me a gentle kiss then started probing with her tongue. My knees were weak and my juices began to flow. After all I had seen during the course of the night, my body was charged up. Releasing me from her grip she stepped back and started to unbutton my blouse, slowly, deliberately, her long fingers moved from button to button until she could slide it from my body, exposing my breasts. My nipples were aching, as if straining to extend even more, longing to be touched again. She told me she loved the youngness and firmness of my breasts as she held them in her hands gently massaging them, lowering her head, she kissed and teased my nipples with her tongue drawing circles around them and then almost sucking my whole breast into her hungry mouth. I could barely stand up my legs were so week and my hands were all over her body, trying to feel her through her clothes. Without me realizing it, she had undone my skirt and it had fallen to the floor. All I had on now, was my nylons and heels, I felt so vulnerable, so subservient, as I waited there to fulfill her next desire or whim. She stepped back from me and as I was looking at her, I got up the nerve to speak and I asked her name, she said her name was Lisa.

It all came clear to me now, the room did look familiar, it was in the painting at the art gallery and Lisa had done the painting that Vanessa and myself had admired. I found myself thinking about my thoughts the night I was at the gallery and what I did that night alone in my bed. Suddenly I was conscience of my juices running down my thighs and I went to touch myself. Lisa spoke to me, telling me not to waste it but to wait and we could enjoy each other. With that she began to undress herself as I watched. Slowly she loosened her dress and it slid down her body to a pile on the floor and she stepped out of it. She was beautiful. For an older woman her body was firm, with a tiny waist and long slender legs. Underneath her dress she wore a white merry widow with half cups and white nylons and very high heels. I stood there admiring her and she beckoned me to her, cupping her breasts in her hands she offered them to me. I made my way to her, my eyes focused on her breasts and nipples. I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth and I felt it grow even larger as I sucked it hungrily, then greedily I switched to the other nipple.

I was aware of her hands on my shoulders pushing me down, down to my knees before her. Once on my knees, I looked up and before me was her neatly trimmed patch and a drop of her juice running down her thigh, about to be absorbed by the top of her nylon. Moving my face into her I licked it up with my tongue and tasted her for the first time and I could smell her desire. Without hesitating, I began to explore her with my tongue and lips, licking her inner thighs, along the crease of her legs and through her wetness. I could feel her hands on the back of my head guiding my movements, directing me where to go. My tongue traveled where she willed it, as my hands moved up and down her nylon clad legs stopping on her butt cheeks to squeeze her tender flesh. Resisting her guidance, I moved my tongue along her folds and into her, I pulled out her juices and swallowed them. I plunged my tongue in and out of her; I could feel the pressure of her hands on the back of my head getting stronger. Her fragrance was intoxicating me; I could remain here, doing this, forever. I moved my tongue up to her bud and circled it ever so slowly, flicking it, rubbing its underside increasing my speed and pressure, Lisa pressed my face into her, I could feel her tensing up and a groan escaped her lips, it wouldn't be long. I could not breath, she was suffocating me for the sake of her pleasure and I didn't care.

Pulling me up to my feet, Lisa lead me over to the day bed where she asked me to recline with one foot on the floor, opening myself up to her. Bending over me, she kissed me, licking her wetness from my lips, her tongue invaded my mouth exploring every inch. Breaking away, she nuzzled my neck and shoulders sending shivers down my spine, working her was to my breasts, she took my aching nipple into her mouth, squeezing my breasts with her hands, she nipped at the nipple causing pain and pleasure together. Her tongue traced a trail down towards my navel and beyond, I could not wait for release, but she kept going, down my thighs, pausing to lift my legs onto her shoulders, turning her head she continued on to the backs of my knees where she lingered, drawing circles with her tongue on the sensitive skin there and just when it became almost unbearable, she made her way back up to the place I wanted her to be. I could feel her tongue in my wetness as it opened me up with her probing and licking. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her face into me, trying to get her tongue in deeper, and within minutes the spasms were shooting through my body. As the waves of my orgasm subsided, Lisa moved up and lay beside me holding me in her arms. Eventually she rose to get dressed and I sat up semi reclining on the couch much the same as the girls pose in the painting, I admired her body and thought of the pleasure we had given each other. Once she was dressed, Lisa came to me and with a peck on the cheek, she told me not to rush away but enjoy the after glow before getting dressed and returning downstairs.

Vanessa greeted me with a knowing smile as I returned to the living room. All the guests had left and all that remained was the stale smell of wine and the atmosphere of sex hanging in the air. She said to me the evening was a great success as there had been a serious offer on the property, if minor details could be worked out on Monday, so I could leave now and rest up for the remainder of the weekend. Kissing me on the cheek, she thanked me for helping her out and with a pat on the butt, she said, see you Monday!