“If you must know, I’m hoping to capture a certain ambiance. A sensuality that one associates with a place like this. You should be relaxed, but aware of your surroundings. Happy, but languid.”
Whatever that meant! June decided then and there to never become an actress. Doing porn a few years ago was difficult enough… directors telling her how to react to someone’s mouth between her legs. The only one who should be doing that was thewoman herself! What did a third party know, unless they were somehow a part of it?
They reached the most sexually frustrating impasse June had ever been subjected to. The way Sette’s eyes bored into hers was uncalled for. What was the point of all that pressure, that buildup if Sette wasn’t going to take it out on her? June would rather she come over and simply spank her ass than go through this. At least then she would look relaxed! At this point, June would usually wonder if she had a problem or if there was something she didn’t know about, like a person Sette tried to stay true to. As far as June knew, there was no one like that. A pity, because Sette Christie was a catch from what June could tell. Beautiful, rich, and a doctor, even if she was retired. Everyone loved doctors. A fantastic way to feel safe and protected.
And really damn horny.
“Is this what you mean?” June reached between her legs and massaged her nether lips. Sette’s eyes grew large enough to tell her to keep going. When she found her clit, June moaned, letting Sette know that she was ready and willing. And wet. How long had June been wet? Was this a new development? Or had she been getting wet since the moment Sette stared at her tits?
Let’s be real.One had to assume that June was wet from the moment she tasted Sette’s pussy two days ago.
I won’t charge her for this.Finger rubbing her clit. Other finger dipping into her folds and spreading them enough for her to really see how pink she was. Her other hand meandered to her breasts, stroking her nipples, turning herself on. Normally, she charged a nice number to have a client watch her masturbate, whether they were touching themselves or not. Sette was not touching herself. She was barely holding on, but her hands were on the canvas, not on her crotch.
Pity. June wanted to know what Sette looked like when she pleasured herself. Thinking about her, of course.
“That’s a good start.” She pushed her sleeves farther up.Damn, nice arms. Now Sette was starting to torture her with that body! June already knew she had a nice body, but didn’t know about the biceps. Did Sette even know how good she looked? Of course she did. Those types always knew. “Keep doing that.”
Sette spent more time watching June making herself wet than she did sketching on the canvas. By the time she finally picked up her pencil again, June was becoming short of breath, her body warming as a tiny, but not insubstantial, orgasm traveled through her.
The pencil dropped. That wasn’t the only thing dropping as Sette slowly rounded the easel and approached the bed, currently splayed with golden sunlight.
“Can I help you, Ms. Christie?” June sucked in her breath as Sette pulled down her skirt and pushed her hand into her waistband.Oh, my God. Yes.June was starting to worry she was losing her edge. “Or are you handling things fine on your own?”
“You can help me by being a beautiful muse. That’s all I need.”
“I live to serve, ma’am.”
She hovered over her, still clothed, but a fine specimen of a woman. A sexual woman. Amajesticwoman. “I like the way you say that word. Say it again.”
June shivered. “Ma’am.”
How long did she stand there, one hand on her mound and the other begging to touch June? Was she trying to avoid charges? Or did this go deeper? Was she trying to stay in control? A carefully controlled woman who could use her logical side to know that this was silly? But they were both young, sexual creatures who were attracted to one another and had needs. There was no reason for Sette not to fuck her, to not exploreevery crevice of June’s body as she gave herself willingly to her. The only thing stopping them was whatever morals swelled inside of her.
Sette’s hand – the one not grabbing her pussy – drew a line from June’s navel to cleavage. June didn’t intend to quiver as if she were with a long-term lover. Not that she had claimed to have such a thing in so long.I’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel…Not just sexual pleasure. Emotional pleasure.
What was this? Why did she feel this way? With a fuckin’ ex-gyno-turned-artist, of all things! Was it the way Sette looked at her? Acknowledged things beyond her mere womanhood? Or was it the way she touched her, mingling her pleasure with her own? Lots of clients did things that made her feel good. It was rarely with such raw intent.
That subtle authority Sette possessed kept June glued to her bed and silent. Most women had to pay for her respect. So far in the past week, June had encountered two women who made her give it over without question.
Whoa. Why was she suddenly thinking of Miquela?Whatever. Gone.It was her and Sette now. Not some other woman.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of suffering for the sake of this woman’s precious art, Sette moved her hand over June’s breast… and squeezed.
She had touched her.Touchedher. It didn’t count the other day, when June did all of the touching. Now the woman was taking the initiative. She was seducingJunenow. She would charge her for it, but June wasn’t even thinking in amounts now. She was only thinking of…
Of…
Sette kissed her. Gently at first, but then her strength poured into her, commandeering June’s lips and turning them into her possessions. June wanted to wrap her arms around Sette, butthe best she could do was grab the hem of her cashmere sweater andpull.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, meek. Not a sign of weakness, but a show of submission. “Don’t you know I want you?”
Sette could’ve said several things. Like how June was saying that to seduce her; that she said that to every client she met.It’s not true. June could play that up if it made a client happy to hear, but Sette wasn’t that kind of woman. She wouldn’t want her to say anything she didn’t mean. This was a genuine woman. Shewanteda genuine woman.
What the fuck was she doing in a pleasure house!
“Don’t speak.” Sette’s hand touched her mouth. June’s eyes fluttered shut. The heat between her legs grew until she realized it wasn’t just hers – it was Sette’s as well. Her fingers had found her. Two days later, this peculiar woman had succumbed to her desires. For June.
She may have told June to keep her words to herself, but she never said anything about the other sounds a woman made when fingers entered her. Let alone a woman who knew how to slowly move her body so it slowly,slowlyclaimed her, every inch matching a single second.
