“Including a knight in shining armor?” Brad jokes. “Sorry. Continue.”
“Well, the thought did cross my mind,” Jane winks.
At this point, Jane looks like she is relaxed and at ease. She is using her hands and arms to express herself openly, and she is giggling from her heart. When she leans forward, Brad catches a bit of her cleavage out of the corner of his eye. He wishes he could take his finger and stroke it down into her dress, tracing her nipples while she tells her story of innocence and dreams.
He’d love to make her giggle and tingle until she got goosebumps all over her body. He wants to take a strawberry and put it in her mouth, then bite the other half so he can kiss her deeply on the lips, then give her champagne to sip while he slowly unzips her dress and licks her body from her neck, down her breasts to her belly button, tracing her pubic bone with his lips. He’d pull her body down, gently spread her legs, and lick her gorgeous, sweet, innocent pussy, making it all his to enjoy.
“So, because I couldn’t go to ballet school, I’d practice every day at home while watching television. Finally, a teacher at school took notice of the fact that I had ballet-everything—ballet pencils, ballet binders, ballet erasers, you name it. She took me aside and asked if a ballerina is what I wanted to be when I grew up. I nodded with embarrassment, thinking no one ever had such stupid dreams, but she saw something more in me and called my parents and told them they needed to enroll me in classes. So, when I was 10 years old they did, and it became my whole life.”
“Wow! Now, that’s a girl who really knows how to follow her heart,” he acknowledged, looking at Jane with more admiration.
“Really? You think so? There’s still a part of me that feels a bit foolish.”
“Why is that? You’re living in New York and attending one of the best ballet schools in the United States, and you just danced at the finest hall imaginable,” Brad points out. “You’ve got my attention, that’s for sure,” he added.
“I never looked at it that way,” said Jane. “Quite honestly, I’ve been struggling with the other girls at school. I’m flat broke, and about to be evicted. I don’t know a soul in New York, and now I’m doing crazy things like kissing a stranger in a bar,” she says, referring to Brad.
“Well, did you like it?” he asks and smiles.
She smirks and isn’t sure how to respond. Not knowing if she wants him to really know how she feels at this point.
“Um, yeah, I’d have to say I did.”
She turns her head away, afraid that if she looks him in the eye, they would kiss again.
“Yeah, me too,” he replies assuredly. “Your lips are very soft.”
Chapter 15
“You know, Jane,” Brad says, while getting up for more champagne. “I am really impressed by you. You have a determination to go after what you want.”
“Thanks,” says Jane, feeling a bit tipsy. “Not many have seen it that way.”
“It’s often lonely when you’re out doing your own thing while everyone else is just plugging away at their regular lives. You have passion inside of you. A true zeal and a sense of who you really are.”
“Well, you’re far too kind. I wish the world would support ballet the way you do. It seems to be a dying art, and that really doesn’t make much common sense,” Jane remarks.
Brad reaches over to touch her chin, and she raises her head.
“Listen. Whoever was so hard on you and made you doubt yourself was a small, mean-spirited person,” Brad says, staring right into her eyes. “You are beautiful, Jane Bryden, in body and spirit, and you have such guts, something I haven’t seen in all the women I’ve met in my life. You haven’t given up, and you haven’t let them bring you down. You have a grace and a dignity up there for the art, not just some movements you learned because your parents told you to, like the other girls.”
Nobody has ever stood up for her this way. Her dad was a pretty quiet guy, always taking direction from her mom. And her mom was only interested in living a mediocre existence and telling everyone else what to do, but not paying attention to what they needed.
Jane was an only child and would often spend her days playing with dolls and dreaming up a fantasy life far, far away.
Tears start welling up in her eyes at the memory, and she worries she is going to ruin her mascara and look like hell.
“Excuse me, I have to go to the washroom,” she says.
“Jane, did I offend you?” Brad asks, concerned that he’s messed something up.
“No, I just need to take a bit of a break. I think the champagne is getting to me,” she replies.
Brad realizes how lonely and sensitive she is. He knows she needs a man to hold her and make her feel loved and safe. He wants nothing more than to be that man.
He can see she has never been treated as the beautiful young woman she is, and is thrilled that he gets to be the first person in her life who shows her what love really feels like.
When she comes back, he wants to pull her into his arms, drape her across his lap, and comfort her while she sobs and lets out all of her pain. He would stroke her shoulders, kiss them, and help her feel secure in this world that has been so mean. He would help her melt away the neglect and the critical words that have wounded her heart, until it all went away.
Jane returns, still dabbing tissues around her eyes. Brad reaches out his hand to her.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine. Just had to get myself back.”
“You don’t have to be fine with me, Jane. None of us are perfect. You can just be yourself around me, you know. I’m not afraid of a few tears,” says Brad.
Jane laughs a bit. “Well, that’s what you say now. You don’t know what floodgates you may be opening.”
“I can take it. Really, I can,” he says, still holding her hand.
His hand feels warm, strong and comforting, like all the problems in the whole world could just melt away.
Jane wishes she could pull herself closer to him, where he could wrap his arms around her waist, as she cries out all the pain of her life, her hurts, her desperate loneliness, and her fears, feeling like she can relieve herself of it all with him, then rest safely in his embrace.
She would kiss him all over and passionately fall right into him, straddling him with her dress hiked up, stroking his cock to make him feel wanted.
She wants to show him, even if it’s only for a moment, how special he is to her right now. She would get on her knees, unzip his pants, and lick and suck his cock the way she has seen in those late-night movies. She would make him feel like the most special and important man alive, because he is the only one who has ever really seen her.
“Brad?”
“Yes.”
“I am starting to really like you.”
“Thanks, I’m really liking you, too,” he says.
“I think we’ll have some fun this week.”
“Me, too. I’m glad you’re with me.”
“Thanks.”
They stay in a place of silence, not sure what is supposed to come next. Jane leans back in the chair and watches the clouds through the window.
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asks him.
“In what way?”
“Craziest, wildest, something so bold nobody would have thought you would ever do anything like it.”
Brad is not sure if he wants to share that truth. He’s done a lot of things, and the last thing he wants to do is give her the impression he is some kind of player or that he’s dangerous. Money just provides a whole lot of freedom, and he’s let himself push his limits because of it.
“Well, I don’t really know what to tell you. Craziest adventure or craziest sex?”
“Well, now that you mention it, both.”
“Ohh. Hmmmm… I’ll start with craziest adventure. I did a 24-hour binge one time where I travelled to Australia to swim with sharks, then went to Thailand to learn about snake charming, and th
en did a fire-breathing class on the beach. That was probably the craziest 24 hours of my life. And yes, alcohol and drugs were involved.”
Jane’s eyes went wide open.
“For real? You did those things?”
“Yes, and I lived to tell the tale.”
“Thankfully!” Jane says, still shocked. “I’m not sure now if I still want to hear about your craziest sex.”
“Let’s just say it involved five women, five hours, and lots of fluid,” Brad says, not wanting to share all the details.
He has banked on the fact that Jane probably hasn’t heard much about sex play.
Jane put her hands up to her ears, shaking her head and smiling.
“I don’t want to know,” she half jokes. “It’s too much for my innocent ears.”
“Yes, I agree,” Brad says, smiling. “No need to know all the juicy details. Yet…”
Chapter 16
Jane leans back in her chair yawning, and tells Brad she’s going to take a quick nap. She covers herself in a blanket and curls up into a ball.
Brad notices how sweet she looks, and replays their exchange so far. She is so easy to be with and clearly isn’t trying to impress anybody. He would never want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.
She reminds him so much of Kelly, and has to keep remembering that Jane is a different person. With Kelly, he’d just go over beside her, cuddle up, and hold her until she fell asleep. Then later he would play with her nipples until they were hard, tickling her clit until it stood up, then kiss her body until it was tingling.
He’d stroke her pussy until it was all nice and wet, waking her up in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. He would do that all the time with Kelly, and she loved it.
They’d had a great sex life and would fuck anywhere they got the chance. In the back of their friend’s cars was a frequent favorite. Or she would give him blow jobs at the office building owned by his parents, right in the middle of the executive boardroom. She’d even sneak him into her house at night where he’d come into her bedroom and they’d have the craziest orgasms while having to be totally silent so her parents wouldn’t hear them. He’d leave her in her bed, feeling raw and exhausted, with his come all over her belly and tits, while he sneaked back out the door. Somehow, they never got caught.
Those times with Kelly were so special. They naturally fit together and trusted each other. They could go anywhere together and both knew they were made for each other.
What he wouldn’t do to have that feeling again. That feeling of being completely relaxed with a woman, like playmates taking on the world and making it a shiny and happy place to be.
He hopes Jane will be that to him. He wants to show her Paris and have someone paint her portrait. He wants to take her to Iceland where they get a private spa experience and have wild, passionate sex in the hot springs. Or he could rent out the National Art Gallery, so they can fuck in front of a Monet painting while covering each other in champagne and chocolate sauce.
He wonders if Jane will ever be that wild of a woman. It could be even better with her than it was with Kelly, because now he had money to play with and no parents to sneak around.
Jane tosses and turns in her chair. Brad clearly sees she’s having a dream, judging by the way her eyes are moving quickly around under the tender lids. Is it a good dream or bad? Is she dreaming about him? He can only hope, but can’t tell. She starts swaying and her head nods down to the side.
Jane is lost in a place that feels like a different world. She is dreaming she is in a garden in the middle of the night, and is wearing only a see-through negligée. It’s all white and goes down just to the top of her thighs. She has white, satin panties underneath, and the cool breeze is flowing through it and up her body.
She is walking around barefoot in the field, and she can feel the dew on her feet. It all feels surreal and magical. She is lost in this dream, but somehow doesn’t feel that way. She is looking for something and just going wherever she is pulled to go.
She sees a water fountain and splashes water all over her body. In the reflection, she notices the presence of someone behind her. She is terrified and frozen for a moment, unable to run anywhere. She feels this person come closer and closer behind her. She wants to scream, but she can’t.
Then she feels hands on her back, and at first, she is ready to run, or to fight, but then she realizes these hands are safe and warm.
They are the hands of a man, and they are lifting up her lingerie and rubbing around her lower back. She has no idea who this is, and she doesn’t care.
It feels so good to have a mystery man touching her. She can feel his breath on her neck, and his one hand reaches around to her right breast, massaging it to turn her on. Then his other hand reaches down her ass, and he starts playing with it in a way no one ever has before.
She reaches down with her hand and starts stroking her pussy while he’s finger fucking her ass. Who is this man? Who cares? It feels so good. She starts moaning and getting wet in her dream. She looks in the mirror and sees that it’s Brad.
She wakes up, startled, and wonders if Brad really is touching her body. She looks over and sees Brad is across from her. He hasn’t been touching her, but part of her wishes he would have been. Her panties are so wet, as if she came in them. She’s nervous, wondering if he was watching and knows she just had a wet dream about him.
“Wow, I had the craziest dream,” she said, fishing to see if there was anything she should be worried about.
“I noticed,” he said, not setting her mind at ease at all. “You were moaning a lot.”
“Crazy. I think I need to go to the washroom to freshen up.”
“I’ll save your seat,” Brad says and winks.
He can smell her juices in the air, and based on her moaning, he suspects she was dreaming about sex. He’d love to take a chance and start something up in the bathroom with her while she’s still horny, wet, and out of her senses, but he wants her to come to him when she’s ready, and not feel like he’s pushed himself on her.
Damn, she’s one sexy creature. I can’t wait to get a piece of her sweet ass.
Chapter 17
Brad is hopeful that she’ll be awhile cleaning up her wet mess and trying to compose herself. He unzips his pants and starts stroking his cock, barely able to contain himself. He is so hard, he’s ready to explode all over the place, and has been that way for so long. He wraps it with his hand and pulses up and down really fast, imagining it is Jane riding on top of him, her hair down, swinging with abandon all over her tits.
He wants to grab her hips and fuck her back and forth, up and down, side to side, anything to get her all worked up and to show her how he can pleasure her, and give her an idea of how much she turns him on.
He thinks of her getting wetter and wetter, moaning and breathing so hard she can’t catch her breath, then screaming so loud the pilot can hear them, making him jealous knowing Brad is fucking her hard. He saw how the pilot checked out her ass, and that ass will be all his.
Brad continues, imagining that just as he would be ready to come, he’d pull her off his cock, jack himself, and shoot come all over her tits and belly so it drips down into her pubic hair. Then he’d have her suck him until there was nothing left.
With that thought, Brad comes all over his cock and it shoots over to the other side of the seat where Jane has been sitting.
God, I wish I could just have her now.
He hears Jane come out of the bathroom, so he rushes to put his cock in his pants, then wipes the seat down with soda water and his napkin while wiping his hands at the same time.
Jane walks back over and Brad feels like he’s going to lose his mind at how horny he feels for her, even though he just jacked off.
“So, how comfortable are you with dressing up?” Brad asks, trying to divert his deeper urges.
“Well, I’m a ballerina, aren’t I?” Jane replies. “Ballerinas are all about dressing up.”
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p; “That, you are,” Brad agrees. “So, perhaps you won’t mind some of the things I’ll be asking you to do this week. Are you wearing the lingerie underneath your dress right now, for example?”
Jane’s face flushes beet red, unsure of how she wants to respond, given she just had a wet dream with Brad in it.
“Uh, yes, I am.”
“Do you like it? The lingerie? Does it fit? Does it feel good?” asks Brad, fantasizing about how it looks under her dress.
Jane feels her pussy heating up and squeezing again just from his words and tone of voice. God, he has some kind of spell on her.
“Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, actually. I really don’t know how you figured that out, quite honestly. Especially the bra.”
Brad imagines her in the bra, how it barely covers her nipples and outlines the contours of her breasts.
“Let’s just say, my personal assistant has a good eye. She checked out your size when she went to the change room to meet you.”
“Oh, so that’s how you did it! Clever. Very, very clever!” replies Jane. “What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?”
“Not many. It’s really all my personal assistant. I can’t take any of the credit,” Brad smirks.
“So, back to your question about dressing up,” reminds Jane.
“Right. So, how comfortable are you with wearing different styles of clothing, maybe something out of the ordinary?” he asks, seeing how far he can take it with Jane.
“Well, it all depends. I’m still a bit of a modest woman, but I did dress for you today, didn’t I?” remarks Jane.
“True. Well, the reason I ask is because every day you will be given instructions to wear something. It may be underneath your clothes, or a dress, or anything else. I love to watch a beautiful woman wear different things,” he says, staring at her a little bit longer.
Jane still can’t take in that he finds her beautiful. “Well, we’ll see, but it sounds pretty harmless. Though, you may need to find a beautiful woman somewhere,” she partly jokes.
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