Autumn Rhythym

[ariosto]

Autumn Rhythm

MOMA was strangly quiet today. Maybe it was the
heavy rain outside or the early hour but compared to his two previous visits it seemed almost deserted.

Nick Mahan, was doing his best to saturate himself in the New York art scene. Museums, Galleries, Openings...the last week had gone by in a whirl of Picassos, Matisses, Johns, Warhols, Rauschenbergs and Rothkos.
Classes started in two weeks at SVA and he didn't want to appear the twenty year old yokel from Mid America that the City made him feel every time he walked out of the door of the tiny East Village studio he shared with a distant cousin that he didn't get along with.
But beggers can't be choosers.

A tall very sophisticated looking woman was sitting on the only bench in the gallery, or he would have sat down himself. The hard marble floors could wear you down quick.

He followed her gaze to a painting. It was a big Pollack called Autumn Rhythym. He'd noticed it the other day. He could not really say he liked Pollack, but being an art student he felt that he should at least see SOMETHING in it worth while.
He looked back to see the woman again and was surprised to find her looking right at him! She had very blue eyes and she was very pretty.
He smiled quickly and turned to hide his embaressment.

A very clear and feminine voice said behind him,
"You know I always think I should be able to see SOMETHING in Pollack's work that I just can't seem to find...What about you?"

Oh my GOD...she's talking to me!



OOC...Nicholas Mahan is a young man of twenty, barely twenty. He was accepted at the School of Visual Art much to his own surprise. It was a bold step to leave the security of life in the small mid western city where he'd lived all his life to go into the frightening world of New York.
He wanted desperately to be an artist and the acceptance was too good an opportunity to pass up. Finding a cousin of his mothers willing to let him stay at her place temporarily was another stroke of luck and he was on his way...

Nick is a good looking young man just under six feet with a shock of unruly black hair, hazel eyes and a slender physique.



This is a closed thread for Ticklish Girl and Myself.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline Forrester

OOC: Caroline Forrester. 37 years old, looks about 10 years younger. 5’8” tall, 130 lbs. 38-24-36. Wavy, shoulder-length light brown hair, blue eyes. Trim, athletic figure. Wealthy. Dresses stylishly, likes to show off her long, shapely legs. She has refined tastes and loves art, music, literature, theater and the cinema.

IC: It took a moment or two for the young man to realize that she was talking to him. Caroline waited patiently, an amused smile curving the corners of her mouth. She made a bet with herself that he was from out of town. Someone had probably told him that New York was an unfriendly place where nobody talked to each other. Finally he turned to face her. His hazel eyes met hers, and she felt something flutter in her stomach.

He smiled. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing. Funny, isn’t it?”

She chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it is. And I’ll bet we’re not the only ones who think it.”

He nodded, relaxing visibly. “I think you’re right. But you’re the first person I’ve ever met who came right out and said it.”

She made a show of craning her neck to look all around the gallery, as if to make sure that no one was spying on them. Turning back to him, she grinned, and stage-whispered, “Don’t tell anyone, okay? If they find out, they’ll come after me.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

She winked at him. “As is yours with me.” She slid over on the bench. “Why don’t you come sit down? We rebels have to stick together.”

He laughed again and made his way over to the bench. When he sat down and turned to her she could see how handsome he really was – and how young. He was just starting out, she reasoned. Life had not gotten to him yet, had not forced him into hard choices and beaten him into submission. My goodness, I doubt he’s even old enough to drink. She felt that little flutter in her stomach again. This could turn into something. The day, which had started out so rainy and depressing, was suddenly very promising.

“Caroline Forrester. Pleased to meet you.” She held out her hand.

He took it, and at his touch a little thrill shot through her. “Nick Mahan. Pleased to meet you too, Caroline.” They shook hands, and Caroline used the opportunity to study him. Had she seen him here before? She thought about it for a second or two, then decided that she hadn’t. His face had that open, innocent quality that always had the power to entice her. Yes, she definitely would have remembered seeing him before. And now that she had seen him, she wanted to know him better.

She held onto his hand a moment longer than necessary, then released it. “So tell me, Nick Mahan,” she said. "What are you doing for lunch this afternoon?”

 

[ariosto]

Was she asking him to lunch...was she asking him to lunch!
Oh my God...

"I...I was going to go to Mac..."
The words died on his lips. He could not...WOULD not say Macdonalds to this woman.

Instead he countered...
"But if you can and wouldn't mind maybe I can buy you lunch somewhere."

He was feeling very proud of himself until she started to laugh, a kind laugh, a nice laugh but he began to flush crimson...

"No please!"
She stood up and suddenly her arm was around his shoulders and she gave him an almost maternal hug...almost.
"Please let me take you to lunch we'll talk about Mister Pollack. and Mister Rauschenberg and all those men who paint ugly pictures."

She guided him out of the salon and towards the escalator.
"Andy Warhol was a dinner guest of ours quite often. Do you like his work?"
Nick was only half listening, he was to busy with the personal deification of Caroline Forrester, even though he didn't even know her name.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

They walked arm in arm out of the gallery, as if they had known each other for years. Caroline enjoyed having such a handsome young man at her side. The nearness of him, the touch of his strong arm, the scent of his cologne – all of these things thrilled her. She could hardly believe her good luck. Meeting a man had been the last thing on her mind when she rushed into the museum today.

She had just left a dreary board meeting for The Forrester Foundation, and was on her way home when the skies opened up. Because the Weather Channel had said nothing about rain today, she was caught without an umbrella. MOMA was just up the street, so she had ducked inside, thinking that she would stroll through the galleries for an hour or so and then have lunch – by which time, she hoped, the storm would be over and she could go home. Then this gorgeous young man named Nick Mahan had crossed her path, and suddenly she wasn’t in such a hurry to go home. Now she wanted to see if this chance meeting would turn into something. She rather hoped it would. It had been a while since her last adventure, and he seemed so sweet.

They were on the escalator, and she was midway through one of her Warhol stories when she glanced sideways at Nick and saw that he wasn’t really focused on her narrative. He was looking down at their joined arms, as if he couldn’t quite understand how they had become intertwined in the first place. He glanced up, saw her, and gave her a little smile. Something about that smile pierced her to the core. Her breath caught in her throat.

Good lord, in this light, with his head tilted at that angle, he looks just like –

She would not allow her brain to complete the sentence. She had a lot of practice at diverting this particular train of thought. “They have a lovely little café here,” she said. “Quite a varied menu.” She spoke with a cheerfulness that sounded a little forced to her, although Nick didn’t seem to notice.

“Sounds great,” he said, smiling.

They stepped off the escalator and she led the way to the museum café. The hostess recognized her and was very deferential as she led them to a nice table in the rear. She set menus before them with a flourish, as if she were performing a part in a religious ceremony. “Enjoy your meal,” she said, smiling. Her eyes lingered on Nick a moment and some emotion – jealousy? – crossed her face before she walked back to her station.

Caroline turned to him and said, “The weather must have kept everyone home. We’ve got this place to ourselves, it seems.” She smiled at him and placed her hand on top of his.

 

[ariosto]

Nick thought he had never seen a hand quite so beautiful; graceful tapering fingers, smooth toned skin, manicured nails of a pale coral color, a ring...an incredible ring...if that's real! he thought...of course it's real...she knows Warhol for godssake, the waitress acts like she's the Queen of England, she...

Suddenly he realised that he was not only in the presence of great beauty but also of great wealth. His hand began to burn under hers.
"Would you like a glass of wine with lunch Nick?"

"What?"

She smiled, "A glass of wine?"

"Sure, yes of course...thank you"

She raised her hand from his and gestured again for the waitress.
The girl came over and took the drink order but looked dubiously at the young man. She hesitated...
"It's all right dear, I can assure you my nephew is over 21, aren't you Nick?"

"Yes!...yes I am. I am indeed."
The waitress didn't seemed convinced,
"All right Mrs. Forrester, if you say so."

"Mrs. Forrester...you're married then?"
She smiled radiantly again and Nick wanted her to swallow him whole right that very instant.

"Yes in some ways I'm very married, in others..."
She looked right at him.
"In other ways, not so much at all."

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

“You see,” Caroline said. “Henry and I are two very different people. For example, I love the arts, but he couldn’t care less about them. His idea of a great work of art is the Exxon-Mobil merger.”

Nick laughed. It was a robust sound, full of youth and energy. She decided that she liked his laugh quite a bit. “Um, okay, but I’m not sure I understand,” he said. “How can you be married in some ways but not others?”

Something in the way he asked the question made Caroline want to throw her arms around him and kiss him. She stifled the urge with difficulty. “Well, let me put it this way, Nick,” she said. “My husband’s money and connections give me a certain social standing that I never would have attained on my own. I have a beautiful home, nice clothes and jewelry, and the leisure time to enjoy them. I grew up poor, and it’s a real joy not to worry about money. In that respect my marriage is very satisfying.” She scanned his face, making sure that he understood. He nodded.

“So that part of my life is very good,” she went on. “But it’s not enough for me. I still have other…needs that are not being met. And so I find other ways to satisfy them.” She placed her hand on top of his again and looked directly at him.

Those lovely hazel eyes of his widened and he glanced down at their mingled hands. His mouth opened and he seemed about to say something when the waitress arrived with their wine. After setting down the glasses, she looked from Caroline to Nick. “Are you folks ready to order?” she said.

“Oh, I think I know what I want,” Caroline said. She looked across the table at him. “Nick, darling, do you know what you want?” She smiled and gave his hand a little squeeze.

 

[ariosto]

Lunch was a blur. The food was delicious, there was another glass of wine and an offer to pay (refused thankfully, he wouldn't have had the cash). She did allow him to leave the tip which effectively emptied his wallet and the next thing he knew they were in a cab. She leaned over and pointed towards Radio City Music Hall where in spite of the weather a line curled around the building.
"Have you done any of the tourist things yet Nick?"

"Unh..No."
he lied trying to appear sophisticated though in fact he'd already been to see the Rockettes, the Statue of Liberty and the...
"Empire State Building is very nice, especially at night. It's like a sea of moving lights. Would you like to see that?"

"You bet I would...Caroline."
Caroline...Car-o-line, he sounded it out in his head. Caroline Forrester. They were going to Caroline Forrester's home on a rainy afternoon. Nick was not so naive as to be blind as to what that might imply. But he was inexperienced enough to be somewhat terrified.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

With the skill of a slalom skier the cabdriver wove in and out of traffic as he raced up Madison Avenue. When he swerved around a bus, the motion pulled Caroline to one side, and her shoulder brushed Nick’s. She was somewhat amused to feel the tension in his body. The muscles in his shoulder and upper arm felt as hard as rocks. Was it the cab ride that unnerved him, or the prospect of going home with her? Both, perhaps.

She straightened up, turned to him and smiled. “Taking a cab in this city can be quite an adventure.” Her hand touched his.

He laughed. “Oh, yeah. I noticed.”

The driver made another sharp turn onto a side street, then made a right onto Fifth Avenue. Per her directions, he rolled to a stop on Seventy-Second, right in front of her building. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ed the doorman heading for the cab. She pulled out her wallet and handed some bills to the driver. After thanking him she turned to open the door, only to find that Ed had beaten her to it. His timing was always perfect.

“Mrs. Forrester,” he said, smiling.

“Hi, Ed,” she said, returning his smile. He stood aside to let her and Nick out of the cab and shut the door. He trailed behind them as they entered the building. “You picked a good time to come back, Mrs. Forrester,” he said. “It only stopped raining about fifteen minutes ago.” He didn’t acknowledge Nick’s presence at all.

“It’s been a lucky day all around for me, Ed,” she replied with a smile. “You have a good evening, now. Try and stay dry, okay?” He grinned and tipped his cap.

Caroline took Nick’s arm and led him to the elevator bank. An elevator stood open and waiting for them, and Caroline stepped inside. Nick glanced back at Ed, who had once again taken up his position at the building’s entrance. “Uh, aren’t you worried that he might say something to your husband?” he asked as he joined her inside the elevator.

She smiled at him and punched the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut and the elevator began its ascent. “I make sure that Ed gets five hundred dollars in his Christmas card and a bottle of single malt scotch on his birthday. In return, he looks the other way when I bring a friend home.”

His relieved expression made her laugh – she couldn’t help it. She squeezed his arm. “Nick, dear, you have to relax,” she said. “We’re going to have a lovely time this evening, and nothing is going to interfere with that. Henry’s not about to burst through the door with a shotgun. He’s in Zurich all week. So you have nothing to worry about. Okay?”

He nodded and chuckled. “Okay. You’re right – I’m sorry. No more worrying, I promise.”

“Good.” The elevator came to a stop, and acting on an impulse she reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek. The doors opened and she took his hand. Wearing an expression of utter bedazzlement, he allowed her to lead him out of the elevator and down the carpeted hall to a door whose brass nameplate read “Number 15A” in elegant script.

Caroline opened the door and ushered him inside. As she bustled about turning on lights she called back over her shoulder, “Make yourself at home, Nick.”

 

[ariosto]

He'd seen places like this before but only in the movies. His first impression was of black marble, dark rich leather and the gleam of shining metals. As he looked around the living room his eyes caught site of the art which tastefully accented the subdued colors. He saw several Warhol prints including a 'Marilyn' on the walls. On the coffee table he recognized an elegantly emaciated Giacometti bronze.There was a familiar nude over the mantle that he remembered from an art history book. He approached it with reverence and was about to touch the signature when he heard Caroline's voice behind him.

"I love Modagliani, don't you?"
He could only nod.
"We have some drawings of his in the bedroom. Very intimate little things."
Nick could only imagine what an intimate little Modagliani might look like.

He turned to her and stammered...
"Your home is like a Museum...I..."

She laughed,
"Oh no please we have no guards here and our carpet is a lot softer than a marble floor..."
There were chiming bells in her voice...

"Why don't you make us a drink"
She indicated a small bar alcove against the wall,
"I'll change and then show you around our Museé Petite."
She smiled and disappeared into what he assumed was the bedroom.

Why don't you make us a drink....!!!, My God how was he supposed to do that!



OOC....Hey TG, sorry if my post is a bit flat, I've had a bad week health wise. Since a lot of the action will take place in your apartment I would imagine, I've left describing most of it up to you...thanks Love, Ari

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Caroline paused in the doorway leading to her bedroom and looked over her shoulder at Nick. He was staring at the bar, his brows knitted in a thoughtful expression as he examined the exotic Scotches and cognacs that Henry preferred. She was willing to bet that he had never heard of half of them. The mixture of anxiety and curiosity on his face was very endearing, and she felt that flutter in her stomach once again. Smiling to herself, she stepped into the bedroom.

She lingered over the items in her huge walk-in closet as she tried to decide on something to wear. She was in no hurry, because she wanted to give Nick some time to get comfortable. Despite her reassurances, he was still noticeably ill at ease. She had no idea why. He was a smart fellow; surely he knew that she hadn’t invited him here just to show him her art collection.

For the first time she wondered how experienced he was with women. She doubted that he was a virgin. A young man as good-looking and sweet natured as he was had to have at least one serious girlfriend in his past. But what if there had only been one?

Well, that opened up all kinds of interesting possibilities, didn’t it?

Her heartbeat quickened and she felt a flicker of excitement. Calm down, Caroline. You’re getting ahead of yourself. Yes. This was true. She wanted him, experienced or not, but she knew she had to play it cool. If he really was inexperienced, she just might scare him off if she came on too strong.

She took a few deep breaths and cleared her mind, then went back to the task of selecting a change of clothes. Since she didn’t want to be too aggressive, something casual was called for. After a moment or two, she selected a pair of comfortable navy blue twill pants and a white knit top.

Once she had changed, she replaced her pumps with a pair of comfy slippers, then stopped by her vanity mirror to touch up her hair and makeup. Satisfied, she left the bedroom and returned to the living room.

Nick was still examining bottles, lost in concentration, and didn’t hear her soft slippers on the Persian rugs that covered the hardwood floor. “I think a nice shot of Drambuie would do for me,” she said.

He started and looked up at her. “Ah…Drambuie? Oh, sure. I saw some right here.” He took out the bottle and then picked up two glasses. “I think I’ll have some too.” He poured a nice shot for each of them, then handed her a glass.

She held her glass up, smiling at him. “To exploring new possibilities,” she said.

He returned her smile and clinked his glass against hers. “Okay, I’ll drink to that,” he said. “To exploring new possibilities.”

 

[ariosto]

Caroline's easy manner and the well stocked bar did wonders at making Nick feel comfortable. Although he desperately wanted to know more about her she was able to always steer the conversation back to himself which not only gave her insights and information but also made him feel that for some strange reason he was important to this very classy and beautiful lady.

"We decided that since I was going to be in New York for a long time that we'd better call it off and just be friends...You know?"
Oh yes she did, and she was enchanted at the story of young love that he'd just told her. Surely
Tracy Martin, the wholesome eighteen year old that he'd left behind had been his one and only.

"Did you have sex with her Nick?"
She tried to keep her expression one of sympathetic curiosity.
He stared at her a minute, his eyes just a little unfocused. She made a mental note to close the bar.A Drambui hangover was not a thing to contemplate...and there could be 'other' annoyances as well.

"Unhhh...well. Yes."
Yes. Lot's of times. We went together over a year so we..."

"Coffee Nick?"
She stood up and walked into the kitchen.
He watched her hungrily.
"Yeah, sure."

He walked over to the window which looked down onto a street in the east Seventies. Five o'clock traffic clogged the road and the rain was continuing to fall. It was getting dark...
He felt her hand against his neck, her arm on his shoulders. She moved against him hip to hip, reached out with her other hand and traced a pattern on the glass.
"It will be ready in a minute Nicholas. You will stay for supper of course."

He nodded, looking at their refections in the rain streaked glass...Of course, I'll stay...of course...of course.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Caroline gave Nick a quick hug. “I’m so glad you’re staying,” she said. “I’ll just go check on supper. Be right back with the coffee.”

He smiled at her. “Okay, Caroline.” She felt a pleasant shiver travel down her spine at the sound of him speaking her name.

She left the room and hurried down the short hallway to the kitchen. Grace, the housekeeper, was peeling potatoes at the butcher-block table. Her fingers didn’t stop peeling as she looked up at Caroline. “Hello, Mrs. F,” she said.

“Hi, Grace. There’s going to be two of us tonight for dinner.”

She smiled. “I know. I heard the voices.” She didn’t say anything more; she didn’t have to. After ten years of working for the Forresters Grace was very familiar with Caroline’s habit of bringing home male friends when “Mr. F” was out of town. If she had any thoughts on the subject, she kept them to herself. Caroline was grateful for her discretion, and she showed it by taking care of Grace just as she took care of the doormen.

They chatted about the dinner for a couple of minutes until the coffee brewed, and then Caroline brought the steaming mugs into the living room. “Here we go,” she said, handing a mug to Nick. “Dinner will be ready in about an hour. I hope you like salmon.”

“Oh sure, salmon is great,” he said. She gestured toward the black leather couch and they both sat down. Caroline was very aware of the closeness of him as he settled in and got comfortable next to her.

They sipped their coffee and chatted, mostly about art. From time to time as they talked she touched his hand or his shoulder, simply enjoying the feel of him. The muscle tension that she had felt in him earlier was now gone. He seemed much more comfortable now that he had opened up a little and told her about his ex-girlfriend. Good. In the short time that she had known him she had come to care for him very much, and she didn’t want him to be nervous.

He talked about the classes he was scheduled to take, and she pointed out the various works of art in the apartment. He listened intently, eyes sparkling with interest, as she told him how and where and when they had acquired each piece. Every now and then he asked a question or made a statement about a particular item, revealing an impressive depth of knowledge. Art was clearly a subject that was close to his heart, and this only made him more attractive to Caroline.

They were so engrossed in their conversation that they hardly noticed the passage of time. When Grace entered the living room, discreetly cleared her throat and announced that dinner was ready, they both jumped a little.

 

[ariosto]

It was the best meal he had ever eaten in his life. At home the most exotic place to go in town was Pedro's Cantina, a mediocre Tex-Mex restaurant, or maybe the Red Lobster up by the Interstate.
The wine flowed freely and when the main course was delivered by Grace he was already
warm and fuzzy.

"I'll be goin' know Mrs. Forrester. Desert's on the counter and there's a fresh pot of coffee."
The handsome black woman smiled at Nick.
"I hope you liked your supper Mister Mahan."

Suddenly he was flustererd...
"UH..yes! Yes I sure did. Call me Nick please....it's real tasty...it's...."
He felt Carolines hand squeezing his thigh.

"Grace it was wonderful. You have a good time at your sister's and don't rush back in the morning.
I think I'll just sleep late and be lazy."
Another squeeze....

"Yes Maam...I'll see you tomorrow. "
She looked at him once more.
"My, my you are a handsome young man, Nick."
She grinned and walked to the closet.
He looked at Caroline. She was beaming.

"No more wine Nicholas. I don't wish to be the vehicle of your corruption."
They had pushed back from the table, the desert a delicious memory and Caroline pouring coffee for them both.
"You know I'd like to watch you draw...somehow that really impresses me. Exciting to watch something grow from nothing isn't it.?"

Oh yes, he thought looking at her beautiful face, it certainely is.

**********************

They were seated on the divan, Nicks well used sketchbook in his lap, his coffee quite forgotten.
In front of him on the table was the model an exquisite marble statuette by Clodion. A lovely nymph was being scooped up in the arms of a bruitishly handsome satyr. She sat close and watched him rough the figures in and then begin to establish the tones of light and shadow.
"Very beautiful Nick..." Her arm went around his shoulders as she leaned against him watching his hands guide the pencil with extraordinary precision.
He seemed preoccupied with what he was doing but in truth more than half of his mind was wondering
how someone like himself could seduce Caroline Forrester.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Caroline watched, fascinated, as Nick sketched. She admired his quick, sure strokes, and his attention to the tiniest details. As he added shading here and there, the pencil seemed to be an extension of his arm. The slowly developing sketch was breathtaking in its depth and tone.

Oh my god, this kid has talent, she thought. She felt almost giddy with rising excitement. It was difficult to keep still, especially with his young, strong body so close to hers. Somehow she managed to keep a lid on her emotions, not wanting to break his concentration. For several minutes the apartment was silent except for the sounds of their breathing and the scratches of his pencil on paper.

Finally the sketch was done. Nick put down his pencil and handed the pad to her. “What do you think?” The question was asked casually enough, but there was a tiny catch in his voice and a slightly anxious look in his eyes. He cares about my opinion, she realized. There was a tiny pang in the center of her chest, followed by a rush of pure affection for him.

Caroline examined the sketch at length, drinking in all the details. She kept returning to the figures’ faces. Nick had rendered them beautifully, capturing the fragile innocence of the nymph, the cruel sensuality of the satyr. Her heart began to pound a little faster.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Nick, this is…exquisite. Your technique is just beautiful. I love your attention to detail, and the way you use shading here…and here. You didn’t just draw what your eye saw – you dug beneath the surface and brought out their characters. It’s lovely.” She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “You are very, very good at this, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

Nick’s body visibly relaxed. He let out a long exhalation and laughed. “Wow! I – I really appreciate that, Caroline. It means so much, coming from you.”

“It does?” She grinned at him and reached up to caress his cheek. The skin was enticingly smooth to the touch, and she felt another pang, lower down this time, as the thought crossed her mind: what would it be like to touch him all over?

“Oh, you bet it does. I –” Whatever else he was going to say was lost, muffled by the gentle pressure of her lips against his.

 

[ariosto]

Nick was surprised and at first confused. Sure he had thought she might...but...
Then his libido swept the thinking part of him away and he pulled her towards him, his lips hungrily moving on hers, his pants stretching tight.
A powerful and dangerous force was growing within the young man and Caroline reveled in the idea of leashing it...controling it...and setting it loose.
She felt his tongue against her lips and his hands move to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them....

She stood up leaving him awkward and blushing.
She could see his erection clearly, stretching the denim of his old jeans.

"I...I am sorry...you just made me..."

She turned to face the mirror.
"Do you find me appealing nick?"
"Ohm'god!...yes! Yes I do!"

She bent low in front of him and picked up the sketchbook.
"Can you draw me like that little nymph?
He stared at her.
"Yes...I can."

"Then,"
she said putting her hand on his arm.
"Then lets go into the bedroom Nick. If you can draw me like that, I'll let you be my naughty Satyr."

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Caroline flipped the switch on the bedside lamp, filling the bedroom with a soft light. Turning to Nick, she smiled and said, “So, where would you like me to pose?”

He smiled back at her, red-faced. “Well, how about on the bed?” Fully into the spirit of the game now.

She chuckled. “Very well, the bed it is. If you need a place to sit, you can move over that chair from my vanity table.”

“All right.” He went over to her vanity, picked up the chair, and brought it over, setting it down about a foot from the bed.

“Perfect.” She handed him the sketchbook. Their fingers touched briefly during the transfer and the contact made her shiver slightly. “So,” she said. “Would you like me to wear anything…special? Something that would make me look more, ah, nymphlike?”

He swallowed hard and was quiet for a second. Finally he said, “Whatever you want to wear is okay, Caroline. You have something in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She headed to her dresser and opened a drawer, positioning herself so that her body deliberately blocked his view. After a moment’s deliberation she selected a white babydoll nightgown. Carefully holding the folded garment against her body she moved to the door. With a mischievous smile, she said, “I’ll just pop into the bathroom and change. Won’t be a minute. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Okay.”

Caroline ducked into the bathroom and quickly stripped to her panties, then unfolded the nightie and slipped it on. The feel of the satin caressing her skin was marvelous. For a moment she imagined that the light touch of the material was actually Nick’s hand, and her pulse quickened. Her nipples stiffened and brushed against the material.

She checked her appearance in the mirror. The hem of the nightie just barely reached her knees, and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the satin. Her face was a little flushed, which wasn’t too surprising; otherwise, she looked perfect.

“You look good enough to eat,” she murmured at her reflection, grinning at the double entendre. Satisfied, she left the bathroom.

Her bare feet made no sound on the carpet, and Nick didn’t hear her return to the bedroom. His back was to her as he examined one of the smaller paintings on the wall by the bed, and when she spoke his name he started slightly and turned around. The look on his face as he took in the sight of her made her wish that she were the one with the drawing talent. She would have loved to capture that expression on paper so that she could treasure it forever.

“Caroline, you – oh my god. You’re amazing.” His eyes wandered from the top of her head to the tips of her crimson-painted toenails.

His appreciation bordered on outright adoration, and it affected her like an aphrodisiac. She could feel his desire, his hunger, from across the room, but she decided not to acknowledge it for the time being. It wasn’t enough that he was hot for her. She wanted more from him than mere heat – she wanted his lust to boil and rage like a volcano. She wanted to take him on a journey he would never forget.

She took a step toward him. “Your nymph is ready, darling,” she said.

 

[ariosto]

She did look like a Greek Goddess with her smooth tan legs curled under her, leaning over as if she were studying her reflection in an arcadian pond.
He wasn't sure if it was the wine or the way her nipples tented the silk or the creamy expanse of thigh he was seeing, but something was making his hand awfully damned unsteady.
For the second time he tore the unfinished drawing from the pad and started over.

"What's wrong Nick?"
She looked at him under her long lashes.
"Do you need another pose?"

"uhhh no no...well maybe, just take a break and I'll think of something."
He watched her unwind and stretch, her arms rising up and pulling the nightgown taught against her breasts...jesus.

Her legs were still beneath her but now he could see the sheer lace panties and the shadowed 'V' beneath...sweet jesus!

You bet he could think of something!
"I want you to pose nude for me Caroline!"

He'd said it!...my God he'd said it! Now she'd throw him out...

But she laughed instead.
"Why Nickie, I thought you'd never ask."
And he watched mesmerized and aching hard as she raised her arms over her head once again, this time taking the babydoll right with them.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Silk whispered as Caroline pulled off the babydoll with an easy, fluid motion. She tossed it heedlessly onto the floor beside the bed, keeping her eyes on Nick the entire time. He was watching her as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. His eyes traced her curves as if he wanted to commit every one to memory. He was sitting so close to her that he could have reached out and touched her if he wanted to.

With a smile she shifted position, unfolding her legs and bringing them out in front of her, spreading them slightly. Immediately Nick’s eyes focused on the triangle of white lace between her thighs. He didn’t say anything, but his breathing quickened. She could sense him silently exhorting her to take the panties off, but she waited for just a moment. A teasing smile curved her lips as she took in his flushed face.

Finally she took pity on him and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Nick’s eyes were fixed on the flimsy garment as it made its way over her hips and down her long legs to her feet. He didn’t say a word, just watched until Caroline pulled the panties free from her ankle and settled back against the headboard. The panties joined the nightie on the floor beside the bed.

Her legs fell open again, this time showing off her shaved sex. Nick’s face grew a little redder and his Adam’s apple bobbed a couple of times as he swallowed. He wore the semi-dazed expression of a man who had just gotten way more than he had hoped for. Caroline felt another surge of affection for the young man.

He must have thought he’d gone too far when he asked me to pose nude. But he hadn’t. There were very few bedroom games that she hadn’t played. She could remember another night like this, another bedroom, another handsome young man with a sketchpad…

Careful! She was edging dangerously close to the set of carefully walled-off memories. The evening had gone perfectly so far – no way was she going to ruin it with an ill-timed stroll down Memory Lane. She took a deep breath and brought herself back to the present, and to Nick’s hot, eager gaze.

“Here I am, monsieur,” she said with a smile. “Nude, as promised.”

 

[ariosto]

Nick willed himself to stop trembling.
His girlfriend had posed for him once but she was shy about it... really bashful and besides she looked nothing at all like this..this...Oh my! Caroline was a movie star, a fashion model, a playboy centerfold, a goddess.

His eyes hung on her breasts with their round provacative nipples...he wanted to hold them, squeeze them, suck them. His eyes burrowed between her legs into that warm soft valley and the glistening hint of pinkness that he wanted to touch...to taste...to...

"Nick? what do you want me to do?"

Oh God.

"Uhhh...lay back on the bed arm under your head...like that."

Her breasts rose up high and firm, it seemed as if each nipple winked at him. He licked his lips.

"How's this Nick?"
She drew one long leg up and he could see the full soft mound and cleft of her sex.

Before he knew what he was doing the sketch pad and pencils were on the floor and he was bending over her sucking her sweet breasts into his mouth
and not caring if he died tomorrow.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

His lips molded around the base of her stiff nipple and his tongue teased all over the sensitive tissue. Caroline moaned and arched her back. “Mmm, Nick, that’s lovely,” she whispered.

Nick didn’t answer, just kept up the delightful action of his lips and tongue. His hand wandered to her other breast and cupped it. She shivered at the butterfly caress of his warm, smooth palm on her hardening nipple. He might be inexperienced, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with his instincts. He touched her gently, lovingly, with none of the clumsiness that one might expect from such a young guy.

When he finally pulled his mouth free from her breast, his flushed face wore a look of near-adoration. The sound of his harsh breathing filled the room. “Oh god, Caroline,” he groaned. His voice was low, almost hoarse. The hunger in it excited her.

“I know, dear,” she said. She was a little breathless herself. “I know. I want you too.”

His hand still cupped her breast. He stared down at it as if he couldn’t believe he was actually touching her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “About the sketch, I mean.”

She laughed and put her hand on top of his, pressing it against her breast. “You can sketch me any time, darling,” she said. “But now I think I’d like you to take off your clothes and join me here.”

 

[ariosto]

Suddenly Nick was hit with a sobering shyness. Who was he after all? This woman was as beautiful as any centerfold he'd ever seen. She'd had many lovers, seen many men...What would she think of him. What...

She sensed his hesitation and reached out and unbuckled his belt.
She unzipped his fly slowly and smiled up at him.

"You want me to go on?"

He looked down at her slender fingers and nodded.

"Yes, please."
She almost laughed at the 'please' but she didn't, and continued unzipping. Caroline was rewarded by seeing a large bulge under the white cotton of his jockies.

Her hands went to his top of his jeans and slowly began working them off his lean hips.
Nick decided it was time to help afterall. He quickly got his levi's down and sat on the bed next to her to pull them off his feet.

His erection was causing his underwear to tent and strain. She placed her hand on him and began to squeeze through the fabric...rub softly and squeeze.

"Ohhhh...God, Caroline. I..."

Her other hand slipped under his shirt and began caressing his chest, teasing his nipples. She kneeled next to him and he could see the lovely mounds of her breasts tipped with coral buds swaying, almost touching the smooth skin of his belly. She pressed them against his taught skin and it sent a wild shudder through his body.
She felt the tremor in his cock, it's throbbing rigidity. She squeezed it hard and held it.

"Not yet Nick, not yet baby. We have a lot to do don't we...?"

Oh YES...yes!, he thought...Let's do it!

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Caroline loved the way his cock felt in her hand, its hardness and vitality. She wanted to hold it a little while longer, but after a moment or two Nick’s breathing became a little ragged. He was obviously on a hair trigger, and if she fondled him too much more he would erupt in her hand. There was no way she would humiliate him like that. Instead, she reached for the waistband of his jockies and slowly slid them over his hips and down his legs. He raised his hips to help her, and his heavy cock wagged at her, as if inviting her to play. With difficulty she ignored the temptation to touch it again. She slid the underwear off him and tossed it on the floor to join her discarded nightie.

With the underpants out of the way, she returned her attention to his shirt. The top two buttons were already undone, so she went to the third one and slowly undid it before moving onto the next one. Nick sat absolutely still, watching her steady progress down the line of buttons. Only his chest moved, rapidly up and down with his heavy breathing.

She took her time with the buttons, and by the time she unbuttoned the last one and slipped the shirt off him he looked a little relieved, as if she had freed him from a suit of armor.

Caroline ran her hands over his smooth chest. “Better?” she said, smiling at him.

“Oh yes,” he replied. He circled her shoulders with one arm as his other hand gently stroked her chin. Their lips touched, then locked in a hungry kiss.

 

[ariosto]

In the mirror he could see them both, kneeling and facing each other on the bed. Her body was toned and slightly tanned, enough to give her a soft caramel cast set off by the color of her eyes, the rose of her cheeks, her lips, her nipples...
Her nipples...
they brushed his chest as he hungrily kissed her again. His hands were itching to clutch, to squeeze, to fondle...but they stayed on the hard rise of her hips and pulled her stomach against his own, his throbbing cock a prisoner in between.

"Should we draw somemore Nick?...We have pleanty of time."
her voice was a liquid whisper in his ear. Even the sound of her aroused him!

He drew back and looked at her.
"Ahhh, I'm not sure I can right now..."

His body was tight as a drum, she smiled and kissed his throat and his chest. Her nails raked lazy spirals on the skin of his back.
His cock was ready to explode.

"Maybe we should work on calming you down a bit right now Nick.
How would that be?"

He watched her as her lips moved lower over his body, across his abdomen, lower...lower...
He arched up to meet her questing mouth, wanting for all the world to be swallowed whole by this incredible woman.

"Yessss...yes...yesssssss..."
He managed to groan as he felt the first brush of her lips on the aching tip of his erection.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Caroline

Caroline brushed her lips against the tip of Nick’s bloated cock, just barely touching it. He groaned softly and his entire body tensed. His wide eyes were locked on her, tracking her every move as she placed soft, feathery kisses all over his cock, starting from the tip and working her way up. His breathing grew harsher as she went, and he occasionally let out a low moan that sent a shiver straight to her clit.

She loved pleasuring a man this way. Her best friend in college once claimed to hate giving blowjobs because she thought they were too “impersonal.” Caroline had never felt that way. There was something so intimate about having a man’s cock in her mouth. She could really pay attention to him and see up close the effects she was having on him. Being able to see her man’s excitement invariably increased her own arousal. And there was the added bonus of being in control of his pleasure. What could be more personal than that?

She took her time moving up his shaft until she reached his balls. There she paused, keeping her mouth less than an inch from his skin, letting him feel her hot breath. “Ohhh Caroline…” he breathed.

She marveled at his eagerness, and wondered if he’d had much oral sex in his young life. Had his sweet young girlfriend done this for him? She resisted the urge to ask. He might think she was competing with his first love. Well, maybe she was, but there was no reason to let him know that…

“Are you close, Nick?” she whispered. Of course he was close – her own eyes and ears told her that he was close, but she needed to hear it from him. Her tongue slithered out and gently teased his balls.

“Mmm, yes! I’m so close…please…” That last word was barely audible, almost like a prayer, and it sent another shiver to her clit.

“All right, darling.” Usually she preferred to tease her partner for a long time, using her lips and tongue to drive him to distraction. But Nick was already at the point of distraction. Besides, she wanted to proceed with her plan to take the edge off Nick’s desire. They would enjoy the rest of the evening that much more if they didn’t have to worry about him coming too soon.

She lowered her head and parted her lips. He caught his breath then let it out in a long sigh as the head of his cock slipped into her mouth.

 

[ariosto]

He lay back on his elbows and watched her. She'd drawn her hair away so that he could see his glistening shaft moving in and out of her mouth. Occasionaly her bright sexy eyes would look up at him, delighted at the plaesure she was so obviously causing .
He tried to take her by the shoulders, he wanted to touch her...spin her around and taste her as she was tasting him. But she made it clear that this time at least she was the one in control.
She varied the tempo of her acts and added the play of her fingers to her lips when she realised that he was about to explode.
His testicles tightened up in her palm and a shudder passed through him...

Nick didn't want to cum. Hwe wanted this play to go on and on but Caroline sensed the end game and was tanatalizingly relentless as she drove him over the edge.

"OH God Caroline...ohgodohgodohgodohgod...."
She took her lips away and stroked him furiously from base to tip. Her own blood was hot and she was creamy between the legs.

"Cum for me Nicky....cum..."

He erupted! Months of pent up longing went into the release and with that power young men especially possess load after load of semen flew from his cock as she continued to stroke it.
He watched her mouth engulf the tip of his erection and felt the warm suction of her mouth draw every last drop he was capable off...draw it and swallow it.
And my god she was looking right at him with those laughing eyes of hers as she did it!