by Lauren Wood
“My art is never rushed. I will need a suitable amount of time. Don’t contact me and I will be the one to reach out to you when the piece is done. This whole thing is a little bit hard to swallow. There has to be a catch. People tend to ask for things which are unique because they don’t want it to be duplicated. I want my art to be appreciated and I make sure every piece bought is followed by due diligence. I won’t sell my stuff to just anyone.” I sold enough pieces in the year to offset my expenses and give me a sizable nest egg to fall back on.
“I knew you were going to be difficult, but I’m willing to give you some freedom to express yourself. Darby, this is your chance to gain a wider audience. Give this client what they are looking for and I will sign a blank check for your own showing. This is not the moment to get caught up in semantics.” He was very convincing and had me wondering if I had done myself a disservice by keeping my stuff under wraps.
“It looks like I will have a lot of time to come up with something. The blizzard threatening to blanket the city is going to give me the solitude I’m looking for. It’s also going to give me a dismal look at nature at its most destructive.” My black hair was nothing compared to the purple streaks and green tips. I wore very little makeup and my style of clothing was a throwback to a different era.
The jeans with the knees cut out were accented perfectly with a colorful t-shirt. I acquired my style by going to the flea market on Sundays. There was one particular vendor who catered to everything I was looking for at a nominal cost.
I could literally disappear into a crowd of people without them realizing I was there. I had stood in a room of crowded men and women feeling like wallpaper. I didn’t scream that I was open sexually and my arms across my chest closed me off from being approached by the opposite sex. It was different when I had home-field advantage.
“I will admit you weren’t exactly what I was envisioning when I called you. I wasn’t expecting someone of slight stature when the internet makes you sound like a giant amongst your peers.” Being 5’4, 125lbs made me invisible even with my unusual hair color.
“I always get that and they never know quite what they’re going to get until I walk through the door. I like the surprised look on their faces. You did a good job of hiding what you were feeling. I did see a momentary crack in your demeanor when I first announced myself.” He saw me standing in the doorway and had to do a double take.
“I would call you an acquired taste like a fine wine aged to perfection. I like your carefree attitude. I can’t say that I could live your kind of lifestyle, but I admire how little you need to be happy.” He was standing right beside me, but I didn’t feel like he was invading my personal space.
“Nobody has ever described me as an acquired taste, but it’s far more appealing than some of the things they have said about me.” I had very few friends, but those who knew me understood my strange ways. I had a certain process when it came to getting into the right mindset and everything had to work out perfectly. My sex was like my art. There was nothing normal about it.
“I would like to think this is the start of a beautiful working relationship. I’ve always had an eye for talent.” He didn’t make me feel like I was the subject of him undressing me with his eyes.
“I suppose it depends on how things work out in the end. I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t have this piece done before the deadline. I do hate working with a timetable, but I might be able to make an exception.” There were times I didn’t even wake up until noon before rolling out of bed to have a late brunch.
“I’m not telling you what you want to hear. I see some great things in your future. The world can be your oyster. Don’t be your own worst enemy.” It was sage advice, but there was no way that I was going to change my unique style.
I couldn’t be somebody’s idea of the perfect artist. I was my own work of art in progress. I’d seen my fair share of sheep penned in like animals in some kind of cubicle. It would’ve been a fate worse than death to feel trapped and unable to break free of the chains of conventional thinking.
“This storm approaching is the perfect atmosphere to create something to have you screaming at the top of your lungs. I always request to be there for the unveiling of my work. I want to be a part of it. It’s the look in their eyes bugging out of their skull that makes me happy on the inside.” I saw the first snowflake which was soon to be followed by several more which were going to be unique in their own way.
“I would like you to get started immediately. The sooner you get this done, the better chance we can continue this profitable arrangement. I wasn’t lying when I said you could have your own show in my gallery. I will promote it and have the right people coming to express their interest in your creativity.” He wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, but his words were a linguistic nightmare in my eyes. He had painted himself into a corner by appealing to the common denominator.
I grabbed my orange leather jacket on the way out the door. It was vintage seventies. I didn’t own a car and I never got a license. I did have a bus pass. It wasn’t long before I was exiting the hustle and bustle of New York City with the fumes from the exhaust choking me from the open window. It was stuck.
I had no interest in putting down roots and I never knew when the moment would come when I would want to pack up my bags for different scenery.
Chapter two
I walked the last few blocks with the light snow covering my footprints like sand on the beach. The chill ran through me and I was going to need something warm to bring up my body temperature. The red knit hat over my head kept my ears warm and the heat socks were a nice investment.
I was about to put my key into the lock of a two-story year round cottage. I had rented it from a little old lady. I made her believe something that wasn’t true. I had colored my hair and put on makeup with a smile to seal the deal. She and her husband traveled during the winter to tropical getaways. They were anxious to make something from their cottage during the off-season.
The wood grain siding along with a huge deck in the back made it the perfect place to breathe in the beauty of nature. It was an open concept with several vintage touches including a kitchen with an old wood stove. I could almost feel my body warming by the fire in the living room when I heard the telltale sign of a huge truck rolling down the street.
It was a white van, but I couldn’t make out who was driving. It pulled into the driveway next to mine. It had been vacant for months.
I sat down on my porch to be the fly on the wall. It was a rocking chair and I found myself coming out during the morning when the air was crisp to have my coffee.
This huge hulking figure came across the lawn trudging through the snow. He extended his hand in a friendly greeting.
“My name is Jonathan Winters. My family owned the place I’m moving into before they retired and passed it onto me. This is my chance to get a fresh start.” He was tall and imposing with a height of over 6-feet and 200 plus pounds. This was a man who could’ve been my wet dream come true.
He was wearing a black bomber jacket with fleece lined leather gloves on his hands. His boots were made for the elements, waterproof in a plain beige color with nothing to stand out from the crowd. His jeans filled out in all the right ways. I almost gasped when something flexed out of the corner of my eye leading me to believe his anatomy was quite substantial.
“It’s nice to meet you Jonathan and people around here call me Darby. I would say you are fortunate to move in before the storm arrives. I do hope you have a generator. It’s a basic necessity around here during any season.” I was sizing him up with my glasses down to the bridge of my nose.
“I don’t know if there is a generator, but maybe I can come over and use yours. This place is off the grid and I like the solitude. The view is amazing and I’m not talking about the lake. It doesn’t look like many people take advantage of the year-round amenities up here.” He was my next door neighbor in an area that was mostly homes for the summer.<
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Only a scant few stuck around all year round. There was one down the block who walked by from time to time with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He never looked up and seemed to be muttering something underneath his breath before getting into a heated argument with nobody. I tried to avoid any need to converse with him.
“I would be happy to show you some hospitality with a home-cooked meal. I could even come over and help you unpack.” He got all fidgety and looked around like something was going to come out of the words to claim him as a victim.
“No… no… It’s not necessary and I have very little. I will get settled and come over with a bottle of wine when I’m finished” I was already thinking of ways to get him out of his clothes and what dirty little deeds I could do to put a smile on his face.
“I’m not one to stick my nose into other people’s business. I was only trying to be friendly. I can understand your right to privacy. I’ve no idea what you might have to unpack. It could be some sort of sex swing.” His smile was disarming and made me feel like I was completely naked at his mercy.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? I suppose you know all there is to know about a sex swing.” He was licking his lips and most likely imagining how I would look spread eagle with my legs wide open in the contraption.
“I have one in my bedroom. I have it located so that I can look at the lake. I haven’t had much chance to use it with someone of the male persuasion. I don’t want to be presumptuous, but are you interested in being friends with possible benefits? You seem straight-laced, but you never know what is lurking behind closed doors.” I was gauging his reaction and watching him tug at his collar nervously with what was turning out to be some very heated conversation.
“I have been known to try different things. This storm might be the perfect excuse to be reckless. You can still take back your invitation. I would never want you to feel uncomfortable.” He was charming and his dimples made him irresistible in my eyes.
“I do tend to gravitate to those with different tastes. I’ve never prescribed to a mundane existence. I do my best to fit outside conventional thought.” He touched my hand and I shivered with his thumb moving across the back of it.
“I feel it’s necessary to tell you I can get a little crazy when I’m drinking. My clothes have a tendency to come off when tequila is introduced.” I had a bottle I was saving for a special occasion. Getting him naked was the perfect way to make the most out of the storm.
“I might have a bottle somewhere I can scrounge up.” I swallowed when he cupped my chin and then kissed me with enough passion to melt the snow coming down from the sky.
His tongue moved effortlessly into my mouth. I was up to the challenge. It was a slow climb to a certain pleasure that was localized between my legs. I had my hand grabbing his hair, hearing him moan and wanting nothing more than to see him in the throes of ecstasy. The kiss lasted for longer than expected and our lips were practically on fire for each other.
It was a bold attempt to leave me breathless and unable to resist the idea of succumbing to his wild ways. I found myself drawing breath from his body. He was biting my bottom lip hard enough to send signals of pain and pleasure to the pleasure centers of my brain.
“I hope you didn’t take any offense. Chemistry is very important with potential partners. I thought we could get the kiss out of the way and turn our attention to something more x-rated. Again, I’m taking my cue from you and you can always change your mind whenever you want.” I could see my breath coming out of my mouth and I touched my lips where his mouth had just been.
“It was highly unexpected, but not unwelcome.” The specimen between his legs had grown considerably stretching down the left side of his pants.
“I do like the way you are not easily offended. Being politically correct all the time gets tiring. I will be over shortly even if I have to dig a tunnel. I have to say I’m curious about this sex swing you have in your bedroom.” He was trying to wink and failing miserably.
“I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on what you are sporting. I’m not usually this forward, but it would be nice to have some company during the storm. It doesn’t hurt to have a body that would be my pleasure to uncover one item of clothing at a time.” I was earning my stripes in seduction. It wasn’t my strong suit, but I was finding this awkward exchange to be the highlight of my day.
“It has been some time since a woman has touched me. Is six months too long?” His confession made me gawk at him incredulously. It didn’t seem possible for him to be on the shelf for that long without somebody taking advantage of him.
I reached out and grabbed the piece of pipe unbreakable in my hand. There was no give and the thickness made me wonder how it would feel stuffing my mouth full. I trembled at the very thought of spreading my legs to welcome him into the warm caress of my sex.
“Some things have changed in that time. I will be happy to show you what you need to know. I’m sure you will be a quick study in my hands.” I was squeezing and feeling it flex back against me. It had to be 9-inches. I was being conservative.
“I really have no idea what I’m getting into. You are not like the other women I have been with in the past. You have no problem saying what is on your mind without a filter. It’s very refreshing and somewhat terrifying at the same time. I won’t be deterred easily and there’s very little that shocks me.” I saw the strange man walking down the street and this time he did look up with his eyes vacant of any emotion.
“I should get back to my unpacking before time gets away from me. Don’t tell me what we are having for supper. I want to be surprised. I’m actually looking forward to what is on the menu for dessert more than I am about the main meal.” I stopped him and was letting my fingers do the walking.
“I know I shouldn’t ask, but can I see it?” He looked around as if he was expecting someone to witness this exchange.
“It’s snowing pretty heavy and it’s not like there are a lot of neighbors. If you really want to see it, then you are going to have to do the honors. It gets me fucking hot to think of you unzipping me right here with the snow falling around us.” This public display was meant for my private viewing, but it was pretty damn daring.
“Never say something you don’t mean.” It was freezing outside, but his cock was warming me up to the idea of seeing him in the flesh.
“Darby, I don’t think you really know what you’re asking of me.” I unzipped his pants and pulled out what could’ve had its own zip code. It was enormous with that one long vein down the back quite pronounced.
“I have to say this thing is more than a mouthful. I could easily see if I could swallow the whole thing right here, but I want to leave some of the mystery alive for when you come over for supper.” I did slap the head and watch it bounce up and down. It almost reminded me of an obscene bobble doll.
He put it back in his pants, but now that I had seen it up close and personal there was no way that I couldn’t follow through with the rest of my plan. He was going to be subjected to a woman who hadn’t been with a man in almost a year. He had no idea what extreme thoughts were going to become a reality. I was going to use him as my personal living toy.
The view from behind, while he was walking across the fresh powder of snow on the ground, was nothing compared to what I had seen from the front
I went back inside and found my studio with a blank canvas in the center of the room.
The light was out and I heard somebody cursing. I went to the window and pulled back the curtains to see him struggling with two industrial size garbage bags. He did mention something about starting over.
One of them came undone. I got on my feet with my hand trembling at my mouth. I was positive I was seeing a human hand before he stuffed it back inside. He looked up at me in the window and waved like it was nothing.
Chapter three
He was fashionably late and I was tempted to call the whole thing off, but I didn’t want to raise his suspicions. Any intere
st in sleeping with him was now overshadowed by my overactive imagination. I put on a brave face by opening up the door to greet him in nothing but an apron.
I turned to go back into the kitchen and heard a cat call of a whistle coming from behind me. I wiggled my butt and then bent over to give him a reminder of what was waiting for him for dessert.
“I will be in the kitchen for another hour. Make yourself more comfortable and I will bring you a drink. Don’t get any naughty ideas about putting your hands on me before we finish dinner. This sense of anticipation is ripe with sexual tension. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it.” I heard him pulling open the closet to put his coat away.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything to ruin what is possibly going to be the best night of my life. Are you going to give me a hint about what is for supper? I know I said I want to be surprised, but I’m as giddy as a young boy at Christmastime.” I had cooked a Turkey dinner, but I had made sure to cook it slowly to give me time to investigate further what I had seen.
“Take a deep breath and tell me what you smell.” The aroma was a holiday favorite in anyone’s household that celebrated traditional Christmas values.
“I love Turkey with all the trimmings. It does make me sleepy, but we both know the reason for that.” It was the Turkey’s last revenge to leave potential diners struggling to keep their eyes open. A couple of glasses of wine and it would be possible to be lights out for the foreseeable future.
“There’s going to be mashed potatoes, fresh turnip, a medley of vegetables, and a supply of stuffing courtesy of my own recipe. Of course, there will be homemade cranberry sauce.” I had spied the broken window in his home courtesy of vandalism. It had been boarded up, but it was an easy access to the basement and into the house.
