I looked up at him and smiled.
“In many ways, you are very mature and I forget that you are only nineteen,” he said, “but in other ways, you’re still a little girl, and you don’t think about how the decisions you make now will affect your future.”
I looked down as I thought about what he had said, and the more I thought about it, the more I knew he was right. If I had just sat down and discussed this with him, I would have seen that he was right. Instead, I let my temper get the better of me when he criticized by past behavior. I knew that if I had just remained calm and talked to him like I was now, I would have seen the point he was trying to make.
He began to speak again which broke me from my thoughts.
“Also, one thing I told you wasn’t true and I want to clear the record.”
I looked into his eyes anxiously waiting for him to continue.
“I’ve never seen you use your looks or your body to get what you want. However, once you enter the business world you might want to re-think that philosophy,” he said smiling.
I laughed and thought for a moment and figured that was as close to an apology as I was going to get from him. When I looked into his eyes, for whatever reason, I instantly thought of my father.
“When I was a little girl my father told me over and over that beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone,” I said softly.
James laughed.
“I think your father is a wise man.”
As we talked, I was feeling so much better that things were returning to normal.
I continued, “When I’m at a club and a beautiful woman enters the room, she doesn’t have to announce to the world that she’s beautiful, everyone around her already knows that. She’s judged on how she treats people, so I’ve always tried to be kind to everyone until they give me a reason not to.”
“I know you do Melanie, and that’s another thing that attracts me to you. You don’t act like most of the beautiful women that I come in contact with, and that’s very refreshing.”
We both sat silently for a few minutes and enjoyed a comfortable silence together as we finished our drinks.
Once he had finished his whiskey he looked into my eyes and spoke.
“Are you okay now with everything that happened this afternoon?”
“I took a deep breath, “Yes I am James,” I said softly.
“Good, let’s get a shower and get something to eat. I have something fun planned for us tonight.”
He took my hand and we walked into the ‘his’ bathroom and took off our robes. We both stepped into the shower and I watched as he stood under the hot water.
I took a few seconds to admire his wet body. He must spend so much time in the gym I thought. James was tall and had long muscled limbs and a flat, nearly washboard stomach. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair that was cut short and a very light matting of hair on his chest and just a little hair on his legs. I liked that he trimmed his pubic area because I hated getting hairs in my mouth. Of course, what I loved most about his physical features, was his cock. He had a large, circumcised head and the shaft was long and thick and felt amazing inside me.
I felt James take my hand and pull me towards him which interrupted my admiration of his body. He pulled me under the water with him and we kissed softly, the warm water rushing over our bodies.
He broke our kiss and took the luffa, poured body wash on it and began to run it over my body, being extra gentle with my sore bottom, that thankfully had almost fully recovered from my earlier spanking. He carefully washed my breasts and vagina as I watched him drinking in my body while he bathed me.
He stepped back and allowed me to rinse the soap. I curiously watched him grab the body wash and pour some into his hand. I watched as he rubbed the soap onto my strip of pubic hair above my vagina, and I began to realize what he intended to do. He reached for his razor as I apprehensively opened my legs wide. I watched as he carefully ran the razor over my small strip of hair until he had removed it completely. Thankfully, I had shaved the small hairs that grew around the lips of my vagina the night before, so he didn’t feel it necessary to shave me further.
He leaned in and kissed me and said, “Thank you for letting me do that Melanie.”
I wasn’t sure of the reason, but obviously, it was important to him that I didn’t have pubic hair, and more than anything, I wanted to please him and make him happy.
“You’re welcome, James,” I said softly.
I took the luffa and poured body wash on it and began bathing him. As he turned to wash the soap from his body I noticed that my gentle scrubbing had caused his cock to grow semi-erect. I saw that he was watching me watch his growing erection. He smiled at me and I instantly knew what he wanted.
I squatted in front of him and put a hand on his muscled thigh to steady myself because I didn’t want to fall due to the slick shower floor. I used my other hand to grasp him and gently pull back and forth and only after a couple of strokes, he was fully hard and a large drop of pre-cum had already begun to form on the head.
I extended my tongue and ran it up through the slit, tasting a dollop of the clear fluid that had dripped out of the head of his cock. It reminded me of how much I missed having him in my mouth. I felt him scoot back against the wall to steady himself, as the warm water of the shower poured over us. He gasped as I took him into my mouth and slowly began to work him in and out.
I felt his hands start to gently run through my wet hair as I worked him in deeper, feeling the head of his cock touch the back of my throat, and slide a little way down. I relaxed my throat and worked him the rest of the way in, until I had him all the way to the root and my lips were touching his body. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me in amazement. Every now and then, it was fun to show off a little bit.
I worked him back out of my mouth. His cock was wet and shiny with my saliva until the hot water from the shower washed his cock clean. I took him in my hand and gently moved his cock forward until the head touched his stomach. He groaned as I licked up and down the large veins with the tip of my tongue. His large testicles swung back and forth gently with the movement of my mouth and I had to give them some attention as well.
I took one of his large balls in my mouth and gently rolled it around on my tongue as I listened to his low moans of pleasure. I slowly let it roll out of my mouth and replaced it with the other. James was moaning loudly now and I could see the pre-cum drip freely out of the head of his cock. I looked up and saw him smiling, but his eyes were closed as if he was off in another world.
I let the other ball drop out of my mouth and slowly licked over the head, hearing a low moan escape his lips. I began to work his cock in and out of my mouth quicker and I could feel him start to tense up. I locked my lips around the head of his cock and stopped moving, letting him control the pace. His hips started to buck in short hard thrusts and next I felt splashes of his hot cum hit the back of my throat. My mouth began to fill up and I had to swallow several times to get it all down. When I could tell he was starting to recover, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and gently licked around the head to clean the remaining semen that I had missed.
After I had washed his cock again we exited the shower and leisurely dried each other off.
“I need to look through my garment bag and figure out what I want to wear,” I said, remembering that it was still by the front door.
“Why don’t you look in your walk-in closet, I’m sure you will be able to find something in there,” he said jovially.
I gave him a perplexed look until I realized that he must have bought me more clothes, and then a grin spread across my face.
He smiled at me and then continued combing his hair.
I walked into the master bedroom and opened the door to the attached walk-in closet and my mouth dropped open in surprise. Of course, I expected to find clothes, but garments similar to ones he had purchased before, but what I saw hanging up in front of me was definitely much more risqué.
I began thumbing through the clothes on the rack and realized he had purchased extreme club type clothing and my hands started shaking. The first dress was a glittery plum colored, plunge dress and the neckline was so low I knew it would expose my navel and much of my breasts when I wore it. The next dress was a strapless, wet look, black vinyl, mini dress. It looked so small, how would this fit me I thought? I answered my own question when I pulled on it and it stretched. Oh my, God, I thought, this will hug my body like a second skin. The next dress was a black, matte, halter dress with a plunging neckline that would come down several inches below my breasts. The next was a red, spaghetti strap, halter dress that also had a plunging neckline and the back was exposed except for a small amount of material that looked like it would barely cover my ass.
Flipping through each dress I could see that they all had one thing in common, each was very low cut and very short. There were some differences, some of them had see through mesh and see through lace around the stomach and back areas, but all of them showed so much skin. How could I wear these anywhere I thought? I had some very revealing club clothes, but nothing like this. When I shopped for club attire, I always passed on dresses like these. The only type of girl that would wear these dresses was…
I jumped as James gently touched my shoulder.
“What do you think?” he asked casually.
I stammered, “J-J-James…. I, I, d-d-don’t know if I can wear these,” I replied in a voice barely above a whisper.
“You can wear them,” he replied, nonchalantly, “and you will.”
He reached into the center of the dresses hanging on the rack and seemed to pick one at random and handed it to me.
“This one is my favorite, and you’ll wear it tonight,” he said matter-of-factly, looking into my eyes.
It wasn’t a threatening or even a cold stare that he gave me, but, it was the end of the discussion.
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