The Envelope

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

I want your opinion on the pictures first,” she said with a smile, “Then, oh wise one, you can tell me what I’m supposed to do with them.”

In my heart I've loved Jorja since the moment we met. And never has it been so poinient to me as it was just now. Watching her fear melt away as her body melted into mine. With her being confronted by the strange, accepting it as strange and then letting it go so that fear has no hold on her. Simple Beauty, not simple like someone of limited intelligence, simple like uncomplicated. I hugged her close, smelling her hair, feeling her body. The pictures were truly of no importance to me. Yet I knew they were still important to Jorja. To put it behind her she needed to figure out what to do with them, to give them closure.

"Well lets see what do I think of the pictures...Well, on one hand, they are incredibly sexy. Seeing you as a teenager is kinda strange and kinda sexy, because I know the woman you've grown into. And you are incredibly sexy. On the other hand they are kinda strange, since you didn't know you had an admirer. I wonder what brought him to sending you these pictures now, why not years ago, or later or not at all. He could have just kept them as his own private porno show. I wonder why he wants your attention."

It was wonderful to feel you against me as we talked, nestled close. At this last part I felt you shift your position. You tensed up like I've felt you do whenever you're trying to solve a particularly difficult conundrum.

"Now what to do with the pictures. We could save them, perhaps, frame them or put them in an album." I picked up the pictures and leafed through them. "Some of them are quite good the way you are lighted by the sun or framed by the scenery. I suppose we could display them at your gallery." You just about jumped off my lap at that last comment, and seeing the huge smile on my face knew I was just teasing you. You hit me on the chest, and then settled back on me, obviously thinking.

"We could shred them, and the post card that came with them. I think the best thing to do is to save them, incase this person becomes difficult or dangerous, in which case these could become important to the police as evidence or clues. I'm not sure I recommend sending the post card either. I don't think we should entice him to continue. Who knows what this person is thinking. I expect we'll hear from him again, at which point we can decide the best course of action then."

I hugged dear Jorja close. "What do you think?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

It seemed to Jorja that Dustin’s whole vocabulary consisted of two words: strange and sexy. That summed up her feelings about the whole situation as well – it was disturbing that someone had experienced her most intimate moments, but there was an exhibitionist appeal here as well. No matter how outgoing she was, she had always baulked at the idea of playing in public. It scared her too much. But now that she had been “caught,” it didn’t seem that bad.

“Take them,” Jorja pushed the pictures and envelope towards the end of the coffee table where Dustin had left his shoes, wallet, and cell phone. He was nice enough to empty his pockets whenever she decided to use him for a chair. She nibbled at his chest, feeling his hands wrap around her and slip neatly beneath her shirt, shivering at the sensation of flesh against flesh. Working her way up his neck, she kissed him softly. “Just don’t enjoy them too much.” She nipped at his lip for emphasis. “And I agree about the postcard. I can handle this one time of creepiness, but I think I’d freak if I found another one of these waiting for me.”

 

[im_invisible69]

The feeling of Jorja's supple skin against my hands and her lips against my chest, and neck pretty much drove the pictures right out of my thoughts. I caressed her back and shoulders around the skimpy straps of her cocktail dress. The caressing turned into a light massage as I found and eliminated the tension from the evening. I slipped the straps off her shoulders. My hands and her movements in reaction to the massage inched the dress down her body until is was pooled at her waist, displaying her flawless skin and perfect breasts. My massage moved from her upper back and shoulders to her sides, which included the sides of her breasts. Her kisses were wonderful before and when my thumbs softly circled her nipples as part of my moving massage, they definitely heated up. Actually the way she arched back and into my hands demonstrated a very high level of sexual energy. I knew then that the pictures had turned her on at some level as well.

When she arched back I moved so that my lips covered one nipple while my hand covered the other. Her breasts are usually sensitive, and tonight, it went to another level. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple and aerole and thoroughly enjoyed her movements upon my lap and her grasping/scratching hands. I had started on her right breast and knew that in the past her left was even more sensitive. I was overjoyed at her reaction when I moved my mouth to her left breast and sucked her nipple deeply into my mouth. The way she was moving, there was no doubt she knew my extreme pleasure as well.

It felt like she was grinding on my crotch and lap, which was driving me absolutely mad. So I snaked my hands down between us and tried to unbutton my pants. One hand brushed against her very wet pussy as I was fumbling around which elicited a wonderfully vocal response.

I definitely now had a true quandry. On one hand I wanted to lift her up, and slide down, so that I could eat her dripping pussy. I absolutely love to eat her and as she keeps coming back for more seems to enjoy it equally. On the other hand I want to slide my throbbing cock into that steaming sheath and have a mutually assured explosion. I followed Jorja's movements as my pants finally opened so see which was her pleasure at that moment. After all, who says I can't have our orgasm and then eat her too.

"Oh YES...Jorja..."