She stood an unusual distance from the painting. In an art museum most people tend to stand fairly closely to the art. They want to examine it closely, see the brush strokes, feel immersed in the artists world. She stood, unmoving, nearly in the center of the room at the Museum of Modern Art. The work she was admiring was part of an installation about the paintings of Louise Bourgeois.

I approached her from the side and circled her, gazing admiringly, as one might circle a statue to admire it from all sides. She was, after all, still as a statue. She was so absorbed in the painting that she didn’t notice me until I blocked her view. I looked her up and down.

She stood about 5’3″ and wore a red draped v-neck dress that hugged her body and red heels to match. Her wavy blonde hair fell over her shoulders, reaching midway down her chest. Her breasts were not large, I guessed an A-cup. From the side one could really appreciate the view of her buttocks. Her legs, like the rest of her body, were very shapely, I figured her for a dancer. She had piercing blue eyes and full red lips.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” She appeared to be annoyed that I passed in front of her.

“Sorry, I was trying to decide if you were part of the art installation. You were standing so still.”

“Well I’m not, now please move.”

I stopped beside her and turned to the painting. “Bourgeois was best known as a sculptor, hence my confusion over your presence here in the center of the room, I thought you were perhaps a later work. Anyway, these early works really reveal her artistic voice.”

“You admire her work?”

“I admire what I like, things that invoke emotion, be it fear, joy, Love… lust,” I said.

“And what emotion do I invoke in you?”

I thought for a while. I didn’t want to scare her off.

“Scientists at Berkeley claim that there are 27 discrete human emotions. According to them I’m feeling… entrancement I believe is what they would call it.”

“Entrancement,” she said, “a feeling of delight at being filled with wonder and enchantment.”

“I’d say that’s a good description of my feeling.”

“So who is this man that I’ve entranced? I don’t know your name.”

“Blake,” I said, extending my hand, “Blake Anderson, and you are?”

She took my hand, I felt an electric surge. “Marissa Morgan.”

“Well, Marissa Morgan, I am very pleased to meet you.”

She smiled and blushed slightly as she released my hand.

“Marisa, would you allow me to continue to be entranced over a drink at The Mark Bar.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I’ve only just met you. What if you’re a serial killer,” she said with a grin.

“A serial killer that admires Bourgeois, that sounds very Hannibal Lecter. I assure you Marissa, I am no Dr. Lecter.” I handed her my card.

“An engineer for the Navy,” she said, reading my card. “I suppose I could allow you to buy me a drink Mr. Anderson.”

“I don’t buy drinks for people that call me Mr. Anderson unless we’re doing business.” I said. “Please call me Blake, unless of course the pleasure of your company can be bought. You’re not that type of woman are you Marissa? I find that type of woman to be very off-putting. In fact I find the whole idea of trading intimacy for money to be rather revolting.”

She smiled. “I assure you Blake, no amount of money can buy intimacy with me.”

“What does it take to become intimate with you?” I asked, “Just for future reference.”

“That is something you’ll have to find out on your own,” she said as she turned and started towards the museum entrance.

“I sense I might enjoy that educational journey,” I smiled, following behind her. What a view!

“What do you want from me Blake? Men always have an ulterior motive. I bet you think this flattery is endearing,” she said as we reached the street.

“I enjoy the company of beautiful women, I always have and I always will.”

“Is that all you want, to spend time with me?”

“If that’s all I can have then I’ll take it. But that’s not all I want.” She stopped and looked at me. I bent down and gently kissed her lips. She smelled faintly of lavender and lemon. There was that electric surge again.

“It was very presumptive of you to assume I wanted a kiss.”

“Just testing a hypothesis,” I said with a smile.

We walked the few blocks to the bar in The Mark hotel. During the walk I learned she worked for a trial science company, and that she was a Harvard graduate. Arriving at the bar we took a table and ordered drinks. She ordered ‘a Tom Collins, honey instead of sugar’.

“A woman who appreciates gin, now I’m intrigued.”

“Your emotions seem to be easily manipulated Blake.”

“Not manipulated,” I said, “I simply adjust my findings based on empirical data.”

I ordered a Negroni.

The drinks arrived and we continued to learn about each other. We ordered a second round and talked some more. We learned that we’re both adopted, enjoy Greek mythology, and are both single, her through divorce and me being widowed a few years earlier.

It was growing late now and she said she should probably be going.

“Don’t go Marissa,” I said. “First you enchanted me, then you intrigued me, and now… well, I’m lusting for you.”

“You seem to have discovered the secret to being intimate with me Blake,” she smiled.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Honesty,” she said, “so seem to be genuine, I’ve sensed no bullshit or bravado this evening. You’re also up upfront and honest about wanting to get up my skirt.”

“I’m staying in this hotel,” I told her, “there’s a conference that I spoke at being held here and I managed to extend my trip to explore the city and all it has to offer. I would be most thrilled if you would come to my room and allow me the pleasure of your company.”

“Blake, I’ve not had much luck with men. I’ve been married before and he broke my heart, nearly got me put jail. And all my other relationships have ended up badly.”

I placed my hand over hers. “Marissa, today I found you, a woman that possesses a physical beauty that captivated me from the moment I saw you. Since we’ve been together this evening I’ve learned you also have an attractive personality. I leave in two days and we might never see each other again and to be honest, a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind right now. Tonight, I want to possess you, to make you mine even if only for a few precious hours. I want to explore your body and use you for my pleasure. Can you accept that?”

“If you promise to make your pleasure my pleasure.” There was that smile again. This woman was captivating but I don’t think she realized it. A beautiful woman who doesn’t fully comprehend just how beautiful she is, I find that very attractive.

I put money on the table to cover the drinks and a generous tip. We left the bar and proceeded to the elevator. In the elevator she melted against me and gave me her lips, our tongues touched tentatively. I breathed in the smell of her perfume as I kissed my way along her jaw line and nibbled her ear. She sighed. I kissed my way down her neck and reached the collar of her dress just as the elevator signaled we had arrived at my floor. I took her hand and led her down the hallway to my room. I paused before inserting my key in the slot.

“You can still say no,” I told her, “you can walk back to the elevator and out of my life right now and still, I’ll never forget you.”

“I want your last memory of me to be the view as I walk away,” she whispered, “but I want to make that memory tomorrow.”

I opened the door and she stepped through. The anticipation of being intimate with her coursed through my veins and collected in my pants as my erection grew.

“I’ve never been in one of these rooms before. They’re very nice,” she said, standing near the bed and looking around. Her back was to me.

I stepped behind her. “It’s attractive as far as hotel rooms go,” I said, “but compared to you it looks like a dump.”

I moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, she let out a sigh.

“I’d like to freshen up if you don’t mind,” she said.

She strode to the bathroom and closed the door.

When she returned I excused myself to freshen up as well. I returned to the bedroom and she was standing nearly where she was before but she had removed her shoes. I stepped behind her and she pulled her hair aside, exposing her neck and the zipper pull of her dress.

I took the zipper pull between my fingers and pulled it down to its end below her waist. She slid the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor then she stepped out of it. She wore a black lace bra and matching panties. She turned to face me and removed her bra.

“Do you still want what I have to offer?” Like a lot of small-breasted women she seemed to be insecure about her breast size.

I didn’t answer. I took her in my arms and kissed her lips, then I worked my way down her neck and chest. Finally I reached her breasts. I spent as much time on her breasts as I would have with any woman. She responded by running her fingers through my hair and softly moaning.

“I’ve never felt so desired,” she whispered.

“Maybe no one has ever desired you like I do.” I kissed my way down her stomach to the waist of her panties. “You know, I still haven’t seen all you have to offer,” I said with a grin as I kissed her waistband.

“Before I reveal all maybe you should share some of what you have to offer.”

I stood and she reached out to unbutton my shirt. After the first few buttons she began kissing my chest. When she finished with my shirt she unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, reached inside and wrapped her hand around me.

“You certainly have a lot to offer Blake,” she said as we kissed.

I sat her on the bed while I removed my clothes. Completely naked now I stepped closer to her. She reached out and took me in her hands, caressing me as I rose to full erection. She kissed the tip then wrapped her lips around me. I felt her tongue circling. After a few minutes I stepped back slightly, removing myself from her grip, and I laid her back on the bed. Her mouth was not the immediate target of my lust. I reached down for her left foot, raised it to my lips, and slowly kissed my way from her ankle to her panties. She made small mewing sounds as I progressed. When I reached her panties I placed my lips squarely onto the cloth between her legs, I sensed some dampness. I breathed deeply of her scent, she was intoxicating. I repeated the process with her right leg, careful not to rush my approach to my target. This time as I placed my lips on her panties she let out a soft moan and grabbed my hair, pulling my face and mouth against her. I felt a slight shiver overtake her and a low moan escaped her beautiful lips.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she whispered, “you’ve already made me cum.”

“It’s just the excitement of being with a stranger that’s making you so sensitive, ” I grinned from between her legs.

“No it’s more. That was so sensual, so erotic. I’ve never had a man treat me this way. I closed my eyes and I could not only feel your kisses but I could see you, standing over me, I watched you do it.”

“The mind is our greatest sexual organ Marissa. Close your eyes and watch me as I remove your panties and taste you.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. “Is this how tonight will be Blake? Slow, soft, gentle, sensual?”

“Mostly,” I said as I slipped her panties off, knelt down and began kissing between her legs. I was right when I sensed dampness. I kissed her pubic area before parting her lips with my tongue. She tasted divine, sweet and salty and faintly metallic. I licked from bottom to top and circled her clit with my tongue. She moaned softly. I continued caressing her with my tongue as I added a finger. I gently rubbed her clit as my tongue probed her and then I switched. I gently inserted my finger as my tongue danced on her. She moaned more loudly. Soon her moans became words.

“Yes Blake, just like that. Oh yes. Taste me. Touch me. Aaaahhh. Do you enjoy my taste Blake?”

“You taste divine,” I answered from between her legs.

I increased the action with my tongue and finger and soon she was quivering.

“I’m going to cum Blake, don’t stop,” she said as she grabbed my hair again and pulled me into her pink. “Aaaaahhhhh, yes, Yes, YES!” Her body tensed and she came on my face as I drove my finger deep and curled it to touch her G-spot. After she relaxed and lay there panting I withdrew my finger, kissed her pubic area again, then crawled up on the bed next to her, propping myself up on an elbow and laying on my side. She rolled her head slightly to gaze into my eyes. She had a familiar look on her face, the dreamy look of a woman who’s had a good Orgasm.

“Oh my gosh Blake, are you like this with all your women?”

I chuckled. “How many women do you think I have? I’m not some man-slut who beds a new woman every week.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just… when you are with a woman is this how you treat her?”

“Sometimes,” I said, “it depends on what I sense the woman wants. Some literally want to be thrown down on the bed and taken hard and fast. Others want to be made Love to. I sensed you wanted the latter, plus that’s how I wanted to treat you. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever been with, and definitely the most intelligent. It would have pained me to throw you down on the bed and take you like some slut.”

She smiled up at me. “Kiss me.”

I leaned down to kiss her and she placed her hand on the back of my head. She pulled me in to her lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues met. It was the most sensual kiss I’d ever experienced.

“Wow, that was some kiss,” I told her after she released me.

“So that’s what I taste like,” she said, “not unpleasant. You like that?”

“I like it very much but, you’ve never tasted yourself on your lovers’ lips before?” I asked.

“No,” she answered as she looked deeply into my eyes.

“Marissa my dear,” I told her, “you need to develop better taste in men. Great men who are great lovers are out there and a woman as beautiful as you deserves one.”

She pulled me back down for another kiss.

“I’m lucky to have found you then, aren’t I Blake.”

“I’m flattered you think that of me but really, you don’t yet know that I’m either.”

“So prove to me that you’re a great lover,” she said as she smiled at me and took me in her hands. “Will you take me hard and fast if I ask?”

“I will, but a great lover can sense what his partner needs. Let me prove myself to you. Give me control and I’ll give you the best Sex I possibly can.”

She spread her legs, I rolled on top of her and rubbed my tip between her lips. In no time it was drenched. I slid into her with one thrust. She arched her back and moaned. It felt like I had inserted myself into a velvet glove. She gripped me tightly. I began to slowly thrust in and out as our mouths met again and our tongues danced. I slowly pumped into her, enjoying the feeling of having her surrounding me. Gradually I increased my speed. Her breathing quickened and she began to softly moan. I slowed my thrusts.

“What are you doing! I was nearly ready to cum!”

“You’ll cum when I’m ready for you to cum,” I said with a grin as I pulled out of her, “now stand up and turn around.”

She did as I asked. I positioned her with her feet spread, legs bent slightly with knees against the side of the mattress, and bent at the waist. I entered her from behind.

“Oooooh, yeeesss,” she moaned as I drove as deep as I could go. I felt my tip bottom out in her. Once again I began slow thrusts then edged her nearly to another Orgasm before slowing once again. I didn’t pull out yet. I began thrusting again, slowly. I licked my thumb to lubricate it and placed it gently against her back door and began to massage it.

“Oh lord Blake, what are you doing? I’ve never… ” she said before letting out a soft moan.

I increased my thrusts as I massaged her, never putting my thumb in. Soon she was moaning again. I pulled out.

“Aaaaahhh! Again with the edging! I want to cum!” She stood up and turned to me.

“How many times are you going to do this to me before giving me satisfaction?”

“As many as I think necessary,” I said with a grin, “I told you to give me control and I’d give you the best Sex I know how.”

“Doesn’t ‘best Sex‘ include orgasms?”

“It certainly does,” I replied, “but not just any Orgasm. I want there to be fireworks in your brain when you cum for me. Climb up on the bed on all fours and I’ll show you.”

She did as I asked and once again I entered her. This time I started with several small thrusts followed by a deep thrust and then I pulled out.

“Please,” she whispered.

I repeated this several times; enter, short thrusts, deep thrust, pull out. Watching her lips part and wrap around me I nearly came myself.

“Oh god, please, please take me, hard, use me, fill me,” she whispered.

I knew that she was ready for that Orgasm.

I grabbed her hips and began bouncing against that fantastic Ass of hers. With each thrust small, unintelligible, sounds escaped her lips. As she approached Orgasm she began matching my thrusts so I paused for a bit and let her have control. She thrust back against me and swiveled her hips with each thrust. My god that felt good.

She began to moan so I grabbed her hips again and thrust deeply, bouncing against her again. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon she was moaning loudly and making more unintelligible sounds. As she reached Orgasm she nearly screamed, “yes, Yes,YeS,YES!” With the last yes she spasmed against me. I held tight and unloaded deep inside her just before she collapsed on the bed. Someone in the next room pounded on the wall. Lying on the bed we both laughed.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“Know what?”

“The fireworks. It was like boom, pow, crackle, bang in my head. When you unloaded in me it was like a cannon shot.”

“Years of practice with the most graceful and beautiful woman to ever give herself to me.”

“You Wife,” she said, “sounds like you two were fortunate to have each other.”

I just nodded, memories of the Love of my life still hurt at times. Marissa snuggled up to me and laid her head on my chest.

“You definitely proved yourself to be a great lover, and I have a strong suspicion that you are also a great man.”

We laid there together for a bit then she went to the bathroom to clean up. Once she returned I did the same. Stepping back into the room I found her under she sheets.

“It’s after midnight, let’s resume tomorrow. Come hold me Blake.”

I slid under the sheets and held her. Soon she fell asleep. I laid there awake a bit longer, admiring her beauty.

———–

I awoke to the feeling of her mouth around me, her head bobbing up and down. I moaned softly. She released the head and licked my shaft from tip to balls then kissed my balls, one-by-one. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. She must have sensed that because she raised up and straddled me. Sliding herself up and down my shaft she asked if she could be in control this morning. I nodded and closed my eyes, enjoying the increasing wetness between us.

She reached between her legs and took hold of me, she rubbed the head between her lips and slid down on me with one thrust. Resting her hands on my chest she began to ride me while swiveling her hips. It felt fantastic.

I watched her face as she used me for her pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. At times she tilted her head back slightly and others she tilted it down.

We both began to moan and she laughed, ” no Cumming yet!”

She stopped sliding up and down me but continued slowly swiveling. She bent down and kissed me passionately. Her mouth tasted of me.

“I bet you’ve tasted yourself in a lot of women’s mouths,” she said.

“I have, but that doesn’t diminish my experience with it. I enjoy it because I know that woman is eager to please me.”