The moment I arrived home, I shut myself inside and poured myself a glass of wine. I could never show my face there again. But somehow I knew if I didn’t return, I’d never experience the intense pleasure Ty had helped me achieve.
Chapter Two
I could barely keep my head up since I arrived home. I decided to take a nap on the couch and somehow slept through the rest of the afternoon and the night. When I finally woke, I started a pot of coffee then headed into the bathroom. As I stripped off my clothes, my mind wandered back to my erotic encounter with Ty. For some reason I had a tough time recalling his face.
I rolled my panties down my legs and caught a whiff of his exotic scent on my skin. My nipples instantly hardened at the memory. The man who had called me beautiful. One of the most desirable women he’d ever met.
I turned on the shower then brushed my teeth as I waited for it to heat up. When I stepped inside, I let the warm water rain over my hair and skin for several long minutes.
My mind flashed upon the scene in the dressing room at Your Wildest Dreams. A ribbon of desire uncoiled inside me. I tried to ignore the urges but they refused to stay in the shadows. It would feel so indulgent to get myself off in the shower, particularly after experiencing such powerful orgasms only hours before.
But when I soaped up my skin, I found myself spending too long scrubbing my breasts. Why not give in to it? My hand wandered to my pussy, which suddenly throbbed with need.
An unquenchable hunger overtook me and I started rubbing between my thighs. I had to lean against the tiled wall to steady myself. All I could think about was Ty’s huge cock and the way he’d helped me come. Watching the scene in the mirror had been one of the most intensely erotic moments of my life.
I slipped a finger inside my entrance, then withdrew it covered in my cream. I circled it over my clit. Every cell in my body ached for release.
I moved closer to the stream of water and let it hit my chest to cool me. But inside I quickly heated up. Vivid thoughts of my strange encounter with Ty flooded my memory. I recalled the way I’d appeared in the mirror—my eyes filled with carnal need, my thighs wantonly spread apart. I worked my fingers at my entrance, faster as my climax approached.
In all the years I’d been having sex, why hadn’t a single lover before Ty ever asked to watch me satisfy myself? And why hadn’t I ever taken the time to see what I looked like when I did? Had it not been important to them? Or to me?
I drove my fingers deeper, inched ever closer to an orgasm. It hit me like a tsunami, washed pleasure through my body. My sex pulsed and throbbed with perfect gratification. I lifted one hand to my breasts and rubbed my fingers over my erect nipples. Surges of delight held me captive. And I wanted to watch. Again. Next time, I’d do this by a mirror. Self-indulgent, but no more so than the act of bringing myself to orgasm.
I waited until the blissful waves subsided, then finished cleaning myself.
After I dried off, I went in search of my new bustier. Something poked at me to see myself in it again. But I couldn’t find the bag. I retraced my steps, even went out to my car to look there, but it didn’t turn up.
What had I done with it? I wanted that bustier. Apparently I looked pretty hot in it.
I turned my house upside down trying to find my purchase, but after nearly an hour, I gave up in frustration. Then I started to wonder if I’d really made it out of the store with it. I mulled over the possibility that I would have to go back to Your Wildest Dreams.
Ty had told me not to return until I believed him about being beautiful and desirable, but this didn’t exactly count since I’d only be making the trip to retrieve something I’d left.
I should have been too embarrassed to go back. My encounter with Ty had been an anonymous one-time thing, right? Well, maybe. The whole thing felt unfinished. I knew Ty had more in store for me.
Plus, without that receipt, I couldn’t complete my assignment and the mystery shopping company I worked for wouldn’t be too happy with me. I thought about walking into the store again. Would Ty give me that honeyed smile again? And all his other sweet treats? A shiver of anticipation rolled over my skin.
Grabbing my keys, I hurried out the door and tried to quell my nerves with some deep yoga breathing. I could hardly keep my hands from shaking on the drive to the store. My mouth grew dry as I steered into the parking lot.
Maybe this is a mistake.
No. At the very least, I had to see if I’d left my purchase behind. At best I might have another amazing encounter. Still, I hesitated. Might I have stuck the receipt in my wallet? I dug in my purse to check. As I opened my wallet to the section where I keep cash and occasionally stash receipts, I noticed the hundred dollar bill I’d gotten at the drive-through the day before—the only money I had when I’d arrived here yesterday.
My head swirled with questions. I knew I’d paid cash for the bustier, so how could I still have that unbroken hundred? Had I imagined the entire episode?
I glanced at the entrance and my stomach did a little flip-flop. Now I had to go inside. Drawing a deep breath, I climbed out of my car and strode to the door.
I crossed the threshold and that unnamable aroma hit me again. My head swirled with olfactory delight. Scanning the room for Ty, my heart sank. Tall, olive-skinned and nearly as muscular as Ty, the man behind the counter smiled at me. I’d never even entertained the possibility Ty wouldn’t be there.
“Welcome to Your Wildest Dreams,” the man said in a heavily accented deep voice. Something European.
I crossed the floor to the counter and tried for a hopeful smile. “Good morning. I was here yesterday and I think maybe I left my purchase behind.” I stared into amber eyes that sparked with interest.
Lord, how was I supposed to think with this Adonis before me? And where did this place find such amazingly hot men?
His tank top showed off biceps like I’d never seen. And his hair made me want to run my fingers through it. Chestnut brown with streaks of gold. I had to concentrate on not drooling on the glass.
He knitted his brow and bent to search the area behind the counter. “Nothing I see you want.”
Okay, so his command of the language could be better, but who cared? With that deep voice and those sexy lips and that incredible body, the man could recite the Turkish alphabet and I’d be happy.
I realized I had an idiotic smile on my face. Schooling my expression, I cleared my throat. “Well, if Ty is here, he might be able to help.”
The man ignored my comment as he kept looking. “Maybe you try new purchase for replace.”
I stifled a giddy chuckle. “Yes,” I heard myself say. But since I had, why not try my luck in the dressing room again? I turned around and headed straight to the rack where my bustier had been and grabbed another.
The clerk nodded and pointed to the beaded curtain. “Please you this way.”
Boy, if he only knew.
When he stepped out from behind the counter, I nearly gasped. Adonis wished he were built like this man. Denim shorts revealed lean, muscular legs. And his scent drifted to my nose, clean and woodsy. So enticing I think I actually swooned.
I followed him to the dressing room, unable to stop gawking at his perfect backside.
Until we passed that room again, If You Dare. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and a shudder slithered up my spine.
“Here.” Adonis opened the door and gestured for me to go in.
I stepped inside and hung the bustier on the hook, knowing full well it fit. “Thank you.”
He centered a hand on his chest. “Bernardo.” The name rolled off his tongue like a fine wine.
“You’re Italian?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I should have guessed sooner. I’ve always found Mediterranean men attractive. I didn’t shut the door as I set my purse on the bench.
Unfortunately, Bernardo closed it for me. With him on the other side. But seriously, what did I think he’d do? Yesterday’s rende
zvous with Ty was a fluke. An incredibly enjoyable fluke.
I glanced around the stall. The second I caught a glimpse of all those erotic photos, my blood heated. Shutting my eyes, I leaned against the wall and wished for a repeat performance of yesterday. All the delicious sensations rushed to my memory.
I yearned to be nude there again. To put on that sexy bustier and look at myself in the mirror. I stripped naked and donned the leather garment.
Studying my reflection, I tried to see myself through a man’s eyes. I had an all right face. My eyes had always been my best feature, clear blue and ringed in naturally thick, dark lashes. Okay, so I guess you could say I’m pretty. A little.
I’d call my breasts passable. Not huge, but pleasantly round. And my legs look a lot longer since I lost weight.
I set my hands on my hips and repeated Ty’s words in my head.
You’re beautiful. One of the most desirable women I’ve ever seen.
I planned to write that down when I got home so I wouldn’t forget it. The mantra lifted my spirits higher. I was about to change back into my own clothes when a knock at the door stopped me.
My heart sped up and my throat felt stuffed with cotton. “Yes?”
“Leather panties for you. Match for you.”
I smothered a giggle. “Come in, Bernardo.” The daring me had taken over, the woman I’d only met the day before.
He eased open the door and when he saw me, reared backward. “Sorry, sorry.” He shook his head.
I crooked my finger at him and watched his Adam’s apple bob. His eyes tracked down my body. I nearly cheered when a smile lit up his face. He actually found me attractive too.
That knowledge gave me the confidence to take a step toward him and grab hold of his hand. “It’s okay.”
He held up a hanger with a tiny pair of leather panties that matched the bustier. “You like?”
Returning my gaze to his face, I said, “I like. A lot.” I couldn’t believe this was me. Frankly, I’d never been so proud of myself.
He set the panties on a hook and leered at me. My skin heated nearly to the point of combustion. Anticipation weakened my knees and made my mouth water with a savage hunger for the fine hunk of man standing before me.
I have no idea what came over me or where I found the confidence to do what I did next. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I luxuriated in the feel of the corded muscles and smooth skin.
I unzipped his shorts then hooked my thumbs around the waistband and lowered them just enough to reveal his erection, straining against his silky black boxers.
A low growl rumbled in his chest and he settled his hands on my shoulders and gave me a gentle downward push. Strange thing was I’d never particularly enjoyed giving a man a blowjob. Not that I minded it, but I saw it as all for him.
But something drove me to yearn for Bernardo’s cock. I really wanted to taste him and to feel his shaft twitch and strain in my mouth.
I got down on my knees and slid my hands around him to cup his firm buttocks. Unable to wait any longer, I grasped the fabric of his boxer shorts and pulled them down.
His impressive length sprang free. I licked my lips and wrapped my hand around it. The crown was deep red and a tiny pearl of seed already waited at the slit. I cradled his balls and flicked my tongue along the shaft.
An earthy gasp tore from his throat. He braced himself with a hand on the wall and murmured something I didn’t understand in Italian. But whatever he said, it had something to do with how much he liked this. That was obvious from the dreamy expression on his face and the way he caressed my head.
Tightening my grasp on his cock, I moved lower to his balls and gave them a light, teasing lick. When he moaned, I sucked them into my mouth and gently rolled my tongue over his flesh.
“Caldo,” he ground out. “Buono.”
Lucky for me, hot and good were two of the only Italian words I understood. I moved my attention to his cock, gave it long swipes then sucked the head into my mouth.
“Carissima.”
I gathered that meant he was enjoying himself. I certainly liked it and his unspoken gratitude heightened my lust. My pussy vibrated with need as I took his hard-on as far in as I could.
His hips pistoned, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. The crown hit the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat, over and over.
My knees ached as I kneeled on the hard wood floor, but I didn’t care. The pleasure I gave to Bernardo, the excitement it stirred inside me made it all worthwhile.
His balls constricted in my hand and I felt him moving closer, felt his control start to shred. His thrusts came faster, more urgent. He clutched at my hair, moaned and growled. Then his hot seed spurt at my throat, along my tongue. The salty cream turned to ambrosia in my mouth.
I squeezed the base of his cock as he jerked a couple times, then leaned back against the wall, panting. I greedily swallowed every drop.
He stared down at me. “Bella donna.”
I knew that one too and it put a smile on my face. That made twice in twenty-four hours a man had called me beautiful.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair had that wild, mussed look and my face flushed pink. The escapade had left my lips red and a little swollen, almost like my friend, Karen, who paid big bucks to have hers shot full of collagen.
And all I had to do for the same look was keep giving strange, sexy men blowjobs. I laughed out loud.
Bernardo grinned at me. “What?”
I started to speak, but a sound from the shop riveted our attention. He immediately pulled up his shorts and combed his fingers through his hair. Silently, he pointed toward the door. I nodded as I stood.
Moments later, he left the dressing room. As I waited for him to return, I tried on the leather thong panties he’d brought me.
Damn. They were perfect. I spun around, admiring my new bedroom outfit from all angles. Funny, but I’d only lost a few pounds. How had my body changed so much?
Unless it hadn’t. Maybe the transformation came more from my own perception. I smiled at my reflection, happier than I’d been in years.
The seconds ticked by and I busied myself with refolding my clothes, reapplying my lip-gloss and smoothing my hair back into place.
But minutes later Bernardo still hadn’t come back. Swallowing hard, I eased open the door and glanced into the hallway. Everything was silent and still. That door, the one that had piqued my curiosity each time I’d passed it, now screamed for me to check it out. Pulse hammering, I stepped out of the dressing room and ventured into the hall.
“Bernardo?” Where could he have gone? I pulled aside the beaded curtain and scanned the store, but it was deserted.
Okay, this was weird. And a little creepy. I twisted around and looked at that door again. The one marked If You Dare.
I never dared do anything particularly exciting my whole life, but I’ve always wanted to be a little bad. Okay, well yesterday and today I’d been pretty darn naughty.
Maybe Bernardo was in there. Maybe this was sort of like “Let’s Make a Deal” and behind door number one, the most exquisitely erotic experience of my whole life awaited me.
Only I had to take that first terrifying step. My heart pounded. I concentrated on forcing my feet to move, to close the distance to that threshold. I inched forward, sucked in a steadying breath. Reaching for the doorknob, I started trembling.
Chapter Three
I can do this.
Hesitating, I glanced through the beads. I could still leave if I wanted. Just change back into my clothes and bolt out the front door. I distilled my options.
Withdrawing my hand, I made my decision.
I couldn’t continue to sit on the sidelines for the rest of my life. What sort of existence would that be? Pretty vanilla.
Squaring my shoulders, I twisted the knob and pulled open the door. A black curtain hung in the doorway, concealing whatever lay beyond.
Like a magnet, some unseen force drew
me through the curtains, into a pitch-black space. Instinctively, I held my arms out in front of me. For some strange reason, I wasn’t afraid. I knew in my heart I’d be safe.
Someone took my hand. Okay, I was scared for that instant. But something felt familiar about the hand.
“Ty?”
“I’ve got you.” That deep voice reminded me of Calypso music. And his unique scent. His skin felt warm and velvety. An arm slipped around my waist and a shudder of awareness shot through me.
He led me forward a few yards. Sat me on a chair—no, it was a bed. Covered in a cool, satiny fabric. He let go of my hand and I was all alone. Fear set in. “Where are you?”
“Close by.”
I heard a soft click. A light went on, illuminating the room barely enough to see any farther than a few feet. Then Ty stood before me.
He was nude. And completely perfect. His shoulders rippled with corded muscle and his broad chest reminded me of bodybuilders I’d seen in magazines. And forget about a six-pack. Ty had an eight-pack of sleek, amazing abs. His hips and legs bore no extra fat, only sinewy muscle under smooth, chocolate brown skin.
And there was that incredible cock, fully erect. The black and white photos hadn’t done it justice. Had to be nine inches long—I swear. And so thick I doubted I could get it into my mouth. I wondered if my pussy would even stretch that much. The head reminded me of a big purple plum.
I must have gaped at it because Ty laughed. “You’ll like it. Trust me.” He took my hand and pulled me up against his amazing body.
Wrapping my hands around him, I marveled at the contours of his back, down to his nicely muscled rump. His skin felt smooth as satin. I couldn’t help myself. Continuing my exploration, I skimmed along his narrow hips to that king of all cocks.
I heard his sharp intake of breath when I clasped both hands around his shaft. Before I could go on, he lifted my chin with his finger and hijacked my gaze.
He moved his fingers to the top clasp of my bustier and started unfastening each hook, one by one, slowly revealing my breasts to him. The cool air made me shiver. No, it wasn’t the temperature, but opening myself to him, totally. Once he’d removed my top, he crouched and rolled the leather thong down my legs. When it reached my ankles, I kicked it aside.
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