The Envelope

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja held it gingerly by one corner, as if it were a soiled garment. The envelope itself was innocuous. Millions like it were sitting on the shelves of Staples and WalMarts across America. But this 8.5”x11” envelope, with its screaming orange color and sharp golden fastener, was her own little corner of Hell.

Flipping it over, she examined the front. It lacked the proper postage, for someone had taken the time and effort to avoid the potential risk of the US Postal system. It had been hand delivered, slipped beneath her apartment door, giving a dry rattle like old bones to announce its arrival. Where an address should have resided was instead a crazy concoction of vibrant letters, torn from the glossy pages of magazines. MY BEAUTY was clearly visible in the jumble, and hearing that nickname again after all this time sent shivers through here.

It was deceivingly light – whatever its contents, be they paper or photographs or clippings, she could not discern. It craftily denied her satisfaction at the old hold-it-up-to-the-light trick. She considered the trashcan, but somehow couldn’t bring herself to do it. Curiosity killed the cat.

There was no way around it. She would have to open it.

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

I was running a bit late in my meeting with Jorja after work. I tried to call her it seems that I just missed her as she left her desk. She lives close to her job, so I expect she has already arrived home, so that is now my destination. Only a few minutes late...hopefully she won't mind too much.

I parked the car and strode toward her building. I passed a street vendor selling beautiful flowers, so I grabbed a couple bouquets and eagerly rang her buzzer. The time it took for her to answer the door seemed interminable, probably because I was pretty much riddled with guilt for being late. Underneith it all, I know she'll understand. I just never know which mood she'll be in, her accepting mood which is usually followed by a wonderful night of my leading the night toward mutually exquisit sex, or her uncompromizing mood, which usually results in my being tied to the bed or a chair or whatever and pleasuring her until she has exacted "her due" as she likes to put it. Hmmmm...well either way is actually really wonderful.

With our very close and exploratory relationship, some might think us in a permanent relationship. That is not the case. We are wonderful friends, experimental lovers (in any way we are able and comfortable in dreaming up), and that's it. We have spent many hours discussing why we don't want to move into a different stage of our relationship. However, we both are not interested in losing the glory we have...so it goes on. There are times when it is uncomfortable, like when she is exploring with another...and I just give her her space. And she has told me that at times she feels very much the same way, when someone else has captured my attention. Right now, we are both "between relationships" which means we are really focused on and there for each other.

My musings were finally interrupted by the door buzzing. We have a little code we ring on the buzzer as identification. I grabbed the door and made my way to her apartment. I do have a key as does Jorja for my home, which we use in case of emergencies (like broken hearts or chinese food withdrawls). However most of the time we use the buzzer, so as to not interrupt when not wanted.

Jorja had left the door ajar, so I made my way in...with a little bit of trepidation, and quite a bit of excitement...I really enjoy being with Jorja. I must say though, the Jorja I was greated by...was definitely not the woman I expected! She was standing there, with a very concerned and distracted look upon her beautiful face. She had a rather large envelope dangling from between her finger and her thumb.

The words "I'm sorry I'm late gorgeous" died on my lips as I saw her. "What's up?" I quickly recovered and said.

 

[OnHarry]

48 hours earlier:

Life alone was difficult enough without having to deal with the random symptoms, that occasionlly came to the fore, were it not for Brutus his large Felis Domesticus, ie domestic long hair, that is his cat, life might be unbearable. He sat at his small desk and considered the envelope which he had intended to deliver a hundred times before but never followed through.

Then the item in the paper that announced she had received a promotion, when he saw it he laughed with delight and showed it to Brutus. Brutus as always when he went to such efforts feigned indifference, but he knew Brutus was interested, he could always tell. "Look Brutus my beauty is all grown up now, and she got promoted to a new department, I bet it's important, but then I always knew she would go far.

"I think Brutus I will send the letter I am sure whe will be surprised, I never showed her these pictures, what's that, what did you say, oh yes good thinking old friend maybe just a few to warm her up, and then some more later. I know she will love them, everybody loves family snaps don't they?"

HE took the page he had pasted all the letters onto, so meticuously, and read it back to Brutus who seemed more concerned with a dust ball on the floor, "hello My Beauty, I am so glad to see you get on in life, and yet we always seem to lose touch with those we once knew, isn't that always the way well here are some family snaps I took many years ago I hope you enjoy them.

"What's that Brutus, oh no I won't sign it, silly beast she will know who it is from I am sure, here are the pictures I am sending," he held up the first picture which showed Jorja standing beside the pool at her uncle's house, wearing a very skimpy string bikini, and laughing at some joke or other off camera.

Picture number two showed her laying on a teakwood lounger with her top undone and sunning her then small breasts, sunglasses on and a sonambulent expression on her face.

Picture number three, was of her and her then boyfriend, Kurt by name, and in this picture she was standing behind the pool house with her bikini bottom around her ankles, and Kurt with his large left hand hand fingering her vaginal area.

Picture four and the last one for this session showed her on her knees with Kurt's swollen member, in her mouth.

I think that is all for now Brutus, we will see if she wants to see more or not. What's that, no Brutus you bad cat, we will not suggest anything of the kind I will wait to hear back first before I even consider that. I have enclosed a postcard with a stamp on it, all she has to do is mail it.

He took the pictures, and the postcard all black and white, and carefully placed them in the padded envelope, and sealed it tight. I know when she is home and when she is out Brutus don't worry the surprise will be complete, imagine seeing my beauty once again after all these years.


OOC. I hope that is not too creepy.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

"What's up?"

Jorja looked up slowly as Dustin walked in, a second too slow in composing herself. She absolutely hated letting people see her with her guard down. Guiltily, she tossed the envelope aside onto a pile of her art magazines, punctuating the gesture with a dismissive head shake.

“Nothin’ babe,” Jorja glanced at her watch, bangles jingling loudly in the silence of the room as she turned her slender wrist. She hadn’t realized it was anywhere near time for Dustin to be here…but here he was, and late as well, it seemed. She shivered as she realized how much of her time had been monopolized by that insidious envelope. “What took you so long?”

Striding over to kiss him, she felt herself relax for the first time that afternoon. She melted in his strong, steadying embrace, letting his lips work their magic. Finally tearing herself away, she gave him one last peck on the corner of his mouth.

“Let me take a quick shower, then I’ll be ready.”

They were supposed to be going out…somewhere…to celebrate her promotion. Head Curator of Clefly Galleries entire Modern wing! One of the largest Miro collections in the country, and an impressive stash of many of Duchamp’s early sketches. She was ecstatic about the job – finally something for which she had real passion. And she was just as eager to share her moment in the spotlight with Dustin – her best friend and frequent lover since her frosh year of college.

As she walked to her bedroom, Jorja gave the envelope a long glance. It sat there on the top of the heap of periodicals, like the winning kid in King of the Castle. She forced her gaze away…it was nothing that a hot shower, a night out, and a three-pointer right into the recycling bin wouldn’t fix.

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

I follow Jorja into her bedroom, admiring her equisite body as she undressed. She still seemed very distracted...and as her clothing was removed, so was I, though toward very different ends I figured.

"I told you they'd give you the promotion. There is no one else on the planet with your depth of knowledge on Miro and Duchamp." As the last piece of clothing hit the floor I embraced her in a full body hug, kissing her first on the nape of the neck, then the ear lobe, then her lips. Our bodies melted together and it seemed she released her tension, finally! We naturally came up for air, and noticing the clock by her bed, I reluctantly let her go. "Hey beautiful, you sure you want to attend this, or have our own private celebration here?" As I understood it, the people she worked with wanted to all get together at a nice restaurant/club complex have dinner followed by a hot nigh of dancing. Since I absolutely love to dance, it sounds like fun to me. And with Jorja's level of distraction I wasn't sure she would be up for it...though that seemed pretty much out of character for her.

We continued to chat about how how they notified her of her new position and other daily events from both of our days as I leaned against the sink, watching her shower. Yes, I do love the view of this woman...absolutely poetry in motion.

She finished, toweled off, dressed and arm in arm, we were off.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja smiled as she glanced in the mirror, watching Dustin watching her. She loved the caress of his eyes on her body, and she made sure to bend completely over while shaving her legs, affording him the best view possible through the steamy shower doors. His kisses reassured her, and she put on her best smile when she told him that she’d really like to go out. There was nothing she adored more than bodies packed together on a dance floor, the temperature as hot as the beat of the music. And there was no way in hell that she would let an unopened piece of correspondence intimidate her out of that.

She got dressed as his hands roamed over her body, tugging down the hem of her simple black cocktail dress every time he tried to grab her ass. She finally had to swat away his eager hands in order to finish lacing up her heels. When she had finally managed to get ready, despite his tempting and ever-present invitations, they headed out the door.

The club was on the edge of the city, a place she had never heard of before. It seemed to be the type of swanky joint those in the art world preferred…dim lighting, plush velour seats, high mirrored ceilings. She tended to despise these forced social events, but at least tonight there would be loud music and dancing and mercifully little of that forced chit-chat and idle niceties.

Jorja greeted a few of her coworkers who were standing outside in the summery evening, leaning against the brick façade and gossiping, before letting Dustin lead her up the steps and inside. They were seated at a large banquet table with the rest of their group and a waitress with far too much makeup came to take their drink orders.

She amused herself over dinner with Dustin, one hand on his thigh, underneath the table and his white linen napkin. She rubbed the heel of her shoe over his calf muscle, dipping her bare toes beneath the hem of his pants and running them up his leg. Her fingers traced intricate designs over his thighs, only moving to lightly stroke his hardness when he was asked a direct question by one of her colleagues. She loved to see him struggle to keep a straight face…although she knew it was only a matter of time before he turned the table of these games on her.

 

[OnHarry]

Later that evening;

Brutus watched as his companion, the man never referred to himself as the cat's master, removed his jacket and his shoes. Looking over at the chair the cat was sitting on he commented, "well I got in, I told you I would didn't I. It surprises me how many connections I still have, I didn't get to eat in the hall of course I had to settle for eating in the kitchen but still I got a look at her."

What, who Brutus you know who, my beauty, and I must say she is a beauty, I do hope she responds to my little greeting, though I don't know why she bothers with all that modern rubbish, with her knowledge she could work with real paintings, masterpieces."

"I must say Brutus, what's that, don't interrupt, I don't want any of your cynicism, I am sure once she knows who is sending her the pictures she will be happy to see me, but first she has to figure it out, though my beauty is so smart she will, sooner rather than later I'll bet. Now Brutus I did not forget you either look here some foi gras, from the meal I know it's your favourite."

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

There are a miriad of little things that make a relationship work, and Jorja and I are no different. Our constant teasing and obvious enjoyment of each other's company is a cornerstone for our relationship. We can and have talked about any subject.

Tonight has been a perfect example of why our friendship/love affair has lasted and flowered as it has. I absolutely loved the way Jorja teased me mercilessly while showering, hell, that's why I was in the bathroom in the first place. She accepts and enjoys my teasing caresses and grabs as she is trying to get dressed. And yes, through much trial and error, I even know when to stop, so that a good thing doesn't become too onerus (well most of the time). During the drive to the club, we spent most of the time caressing and teasing each other. I enjoyed sliding my fingers along the top of her stockings, moving from the silky fabric to her silky skin, and I'd see how far she'd let me go before squirming away. Once I slid my finger under her thong into her moist pussy. That provided a few minutes of enjoyment as we passed my finger back and forth sucking her wonderful juices off of it.

Luckily for both of us, I get along with her co-workers and we all enjoyed the warm greetings before entering the restaurant. Dinner became a game of who can tease who more. I love these nights. I never know when they will be, and they are always intense. Jorja grabbing and sliding her nails over my hardness while we were eating and talking made dinner incredibly interesting. Once I'd swear (and knowing her I'm pretty sure it happened) she pinched my hardon just as her old boss, a volumptuous blond and another tease (who I have no interest in because she is too flaky even for me!), asked me a question. So it was game on..lol

Just as her hands were caressing my thigh, mine was caressing hers. Every once in a while I'd slide my fingers under the lacy fabric, caressing her mons, feeling the cleanly shaven skin and the small patch of closely cropped hair. Once I caught her just as she had a spoon of soup in her mouth and she almost spit it out. That was glorous. Then she did the whole pinch thing, and the teasing became more intense. So I had leaned slightly intowards her to talk to the Gallery director, Frank (I think), Jorja's direct boss now, talking about a new addition he was trying to acquire. It didn't seem that Jorja was paying attention. My fingers were caressing her fairly intently sliding along the side of her thong, just underneith the fabric, and along her inner thigh. So, just as I set her up to give her opinion to Frank on this new acquisition (which I knew she was very excited about), I slid my finger over her slightly enlarged clit, pressing it slightly as my fingers moved along their teasing track.

I then took a ripe strawberry in my moist fingers and offered this delectable treat to Jorja after she answered Frank.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

“…think about expanding the Postmodern Colorfield exhibition?”

Frank’s voice snapped Jorja back to attention, and she tried to blink the glazed, blissful expression out of her eyes as Dustin persistently tugged at her slick pussy lips. She loved it when he did that, and he knew that all too well.

“Honestly, the public doesn’t get Colorfield. If we’re going to expand anything, it should be the educational opportunities offered surrounding non-figurative art – especially that from the 1940s onwards.”

She breathed an inward sigh of relief as her boss smiled and nodded, then turned to say something to his wife. Dustin’s fingertips on her neck drew her attention to her partner, and she delicately accepted the strawberry. She wiped the juice from her chin with a girlish giggle, and licked his fingers clean, tasting her own juices among the succulent fruit. She kissed him, her tongue darting against his, sharing her sensory experience.

“I need to go dance off that delicious dinner,” Jorja addressed the party at their table, pushing back her chair and standing, “I hope to see all of you on the floor shortly.”

With a coy smile, she turned to Dustin, dipping into a courtesy that gave him a full view of her cleavage, even though he was seated, “Care to dance?”

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

"Care to dance?"

It took a second follow beautiful Jorja as I was admiring her beautiful face and her luscious breasts which I sorely wanted to suck into my mouth at that moment.

I took her dainty hand in mine, standing up, pulling her upright with my movement (thought it might have been more intresting to leave her bent over as her lips would have been right at my crotch...and I knew that would cum later). I continue to hold her hand in mine, and executed a perfect bow to the lovely Jorja, saying "It would be an honor to accompany you, dear lady" and I punctuated my response with a light kiss to the top of her hand. I noticed that our little performance was admired or at least noticed by most of her co-workers. Playing with Jorja is soo much fun.

I profered my arm to my lady and we went off toward the dance floor. As we approached the pounding music, animalistic excitement and crushing crowd forced us to change to a more "normal" hand-in-hand connection. I led the way through the crowd, forging a pathway for Jorja to follow until we made it to an area where I knew Jorja would be most comfortable. I cupped her face in my hands, pressing my body against hers so that we were touching from ankles to chest saying "Dearest, thank you for this...I definitely need the release of dancing with you!" And then kissed her lips, tongue darting through her partially open mouth for a quick and erotic taste. Then the music took over and we started dancing.

I love dancing with Jorja. In my opinion, she moves incredibly smoothly and in perfect tempo. After dancing as her partner in many different venues we have a syncronisity that verges on the uncanny, at least for non-professional dancers. I thought about becoming a professional dancer. I have danced when I was younger in small productions, however, never wanted to lose my other professional desires as would be necessary to pursue professional dancing. So instead I dance as often as possible, and Jorja seems to enjoy providing me with wonderful partnership.

The music determines my moves. The current music was heart thumping club music, which just flows through me, inciting wonderful erotic movement. I never hold onto Jorja, however I also am always touching her. Some times I'm behind her, my arm wrapped around her, my crotch and front sliding against her back. Then with a deft move we are facing each other. Depending upon the space available, I may be wonderfully crushed against Jorja, and at other times there is some space and the touching is light and teasing. My hands roam all over her body, from caressing her arms, neck and shoulders. To sliding along the side or underside of a breast, across her belly and even across her crotch gently clipping the very tip of her vagina. After a song or two, the world around us has dissapeared for me. I am totally focused upon Jorja, her movements, the music and my actions/reaction with her.

Every touch, every move, also further heightens my labido. I was already very randy when I arrived at Jorja's house, and our play at dinner further encited my sexual desire. Now our dance gave me the ability to put my desire to action. I loved Jorja's touches of me, and the look of her expresive eyes as we danced. I expect my eyes started to look pretty lidded, and that Jorja was able to see the raw sexual emotion I was feeling, in them. My touches became more insistant and instead of sliding next to her breasts, I now slid my hand over her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipple "pop" under my fingers. When my arms surround her holding her close to me (when I'm behind) I pinch her nipples and cup her breasts. I communicated my passion, with every touch, kiss, nibble, and movement of our dance together.

Suddenly I found myself again crushed against Jorja, face to face. Like magnets our lips were drawn together and suddenly we were locked together, our mouths hungily devouring each other, our tongues pressing and sliding within, our arms caressing and pulling each other so no space existed between us, our legs intertwined such that my well muscled thigh pressed against her dripping pussy. I felt her heat...throughout my body, and especially against my leg, which I moved to good affect. Very few thoughts outside of our sexual connection existed for me at this moment...and it was incredible.

 

[OnHarry]

Brutus having devoured his Foi Gras, had settled down for a nap in the living room of the apartment, when he was well and truly asleep, his companion went into his office and quietly closed the door. LIke most cats Brutus did not like closed doors, however for what he was about to do he never did in front of Brutus.

Going to his desk, he opened the drop front, a very respectable copy of a Newport Secretary, though done in Mahogany veneer. Inside were two sets of pigeon holes, mirror images of each other, and on each side was a number of folders containing negatives, and in many cases prints from a 35 mm Lieca Rangefinder camera. His preferred camera as it was much quieter when using it than a normal 35 mm with a reflex lense, which suited his style of photography.

The folders were numbered, and he reached for number three, pulling it out and opening it up, there were a lot of printed negatives in this file, and they were all of Jorja, from the time she was sixrteen and had started staying at her uncle's house in the summers and holidays until her last year of University, just before her uncle had passed away.

The first photo's to come into view as the folder was opened were the four he had already sent to Jorja. These he put to one side at first then stopping he thought, "no better to place them in a seperate folder, don't want to bore her with the same old shots now, do we."

He took an empty folder from one of the drawers under the drop front and put the four pictures inside. Having done that he returned to the folder again and thought, now what will I send the next time. He thought back to those days with fondness, all the parties that Jorja had given and her uncle and mother being rather indulgent of her had let her have the house to herself.

He had of course always stayed as the parties, both Jorja's and her uncle's were the best times for his style of candid phtography, and he had managed to catch many moments ungaurded, without ever once being caught himself. His folder on Jorja was very big as he had recently been printing the negatives.

He especially liked the one now facing him showing Kurt as he lay on a bed in one of the rooms, on his back while Jorja held his erection in her hand, and with a devilish grin was licking it, caught near the base by his scrotum. the expression she had on her face, you would have thought she was posing for the camera though she had no knowledge of the camera or it's user at her parties.

The reason he liked this picture so much was it showed Kurt's impressive manhood and his favourite model together, he liked both of these. Propping the picture up he looked over his shoulder for a moment assuring himself Brutus was not wandering about, and then feeling quite secure, he started to undo his pants.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Dustin’s style was consuming, but not smothering. Jorja absolutely loved the way he possessed every inch of her body with his roaming hands, literally keeping her on her toes with anticipation. She loved the energy dancing gave her – she could keep it up all night, despite the sore calves and lack of oxygen from the packed bodies. And…oh…when he grazed her nipples with his fingertips, she just wanted to jump on him right there in the middle of the dance floor.

It was her favorite form of foreplay, and worked out even better when the floor was packed and her hand movements went unnoticed. She pressed her arm between their bodies, cupping and massaging Dustin’s balls, tugging them gently in time with the funky beat, and scratching lightly with her fingernails through the fabric of his pants.

When Jorja had her back to him, she could feel his hot breath tickling teasingly over her neck and shoulders. She hiked up her skirt slightly and bent forward a bit, pressing her g-string clad ass back against Dustin’s noticeably hard cock. It nestled between her cheeks perfectly, and she pushed back against him in sensual waves, arching her hips and thrusting her tits out.

He spun Jorja around, their lips naturally finding each other. She loved to bite at him and feel his hot skin in her mouth, and she worked hard on not hurting him, despite her level of arousal. Their legs were intertwined, grinding against each other’s thighs. Her head was thrown back, hair loose and streaming out behind her. She was losing herself in the beat, the pulsing lights, the heady base beats, and the rhythm of bodies.

A clammy hand on her exposed shoulders made her start, and her eyes flew open. Frank was standing next to them, and she pushed Dustin away from her slightly, awkwardly breaking off their movement. Frank leered at her for a moment, and then broke into a Jack-o-Lantern grin, clearing his throat.

“Just wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight.”

Jorja managed to tamer out a thank you, that one horrific word reverberating painfully in her mind beautiful. beautiful. beautiful.

She slumped against Dustin once Frank had left, the envelope burning brightly in her minds eye, MY BEAUTY standing out in no-nonsense, bold letters. She cursed Frank silently for ruining her fantasy-like moment with Dustin, and forced her way out to the edge of the crowd where she could begin to hear again. Her creamy complexion had gone pale, and Dustin could see it even in the strange lighting.

“I need you to take me home, there's something I have to do.”

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

I was about to explode with desire as our dance kept building with no climax in sight. This was my personal favorite and most erotic way to have foreplay, and Jorja knew it. She played my body like a favorite and most comfortable instrument. The way her nails grazed, her lips kissed, her teeth nipped, and her hair enveloped. It was incredible.

Then suddenly everything stopped. I could not understand what Frank had to say. Though I did see it's immediate and dramatic effect on Jorja. She went instantly cold where my hands still touched her. She went incredibly pale, so much more noticable because she had that wonderful erotic flush she gets when very arroused. I was stunned, and it looked like Jorja was as well.

“I need you to take me home, there's something I have to do.”

With leaden feet I led Jorja from the dance floor. As soon as there was room and my ears stopped ringing I held Jorja close, looking closely at her face and eyes..."dearest, what happened? What did Frank say? Of course we can go home, I'm here for you as always in all ways. I'm just trying to understand what happened."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

“I…” Jorja managed a small smile as she spoke to Dustin, “It’s nothing. It’s stupid. You know how emotional I get…I feel like a drama queen here. I’m sorry, I just…”

She trailed off, looking up into his eyes. There was disappointment there, yes, and she hated that. Their erotic tango and the promise of a long, late night had been shattered, and it killed her. It was important to her that he was happy and satisfied. But there was concern in his eyes, a nice change from some of the hard cases that she found herself strangely attracted to.

Jorja reached up to touch Dustin’s lips, and followed her fingertips with her mouth, soft and gentle and almost needy. She twirled her hair in indecision, wondering if she should bring him in upon her past.

“That envelope…it came in the mail today…Frank reminded me of it…I never opened it…”

The reason for her outburst sounded stupid and flighty to her ears as well, but at least it was the truth.

"I can't open it. I have one of those feelings about it. But I have to know what's inside, at the same time."

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

I saw the conflict reflected in Jorja's eyes, voice and whole body language. Any disappointment melted away and was replaced with concern. She is so incredibly special to me. I have always loved this incredible woman. Call it relationship issues or whatever, and we have always stopped short of moving to a legally permanent agreement. However, in my heart I couldn't be more connected to Jorja, a legal document would make no difference in my desire to be Jorja's partner.

“That envelope…it came in the mail today…Frank reminded me of it…I never opened it…”

I was reminded of her look when I arrived earlier and the way she tossed the envelope aside in a falsely careless way. I also know Jorja well enough to know not to push. The hardest part of being a partner is to know when to allow Jorja to work through things on her own, and be her support as SHE desires it. I know she does that for me. And I hope that I do that successfully for her.

"I can't open it. I have one of those feelings about it. But I have to know what's inside, at the same time."

I immediately encompassed Jorja in a huge hug. My arms wrap around her completely and her head naturally rests on my shoulder. I lean over and kiss her head saying "Jorja, anything you need, I'm here. Anything I can do for you, I will do. Please know you are never ever alone."

I held her for as long as she needed. Then a bit more slowly than when we came in we made our way to the car. The drive to her home was a blur. The sexual playfullness was replaced with holding hands to provide strength and friendship. Eventually, and somehow instantly (it was one of those bizzare times when time moves both incredibly slowly and sickeningly fast) we were there. We made our way to her home, arm in arm. I repeated that I was here for her and that I love her, no matter what.

 

[OnHarry]

He was getting older now but the sight of the act before him, Jorja with her tongue on the base of Kurts manhood and that devilish smile she had never failed to arouse him, he undid his fly, first then sitting up slightly he pulled his pants to his knees, then he opened the fly in his briefs, allowing his increasingly erect member to escape.

The fresh air seemed to work wonders as it came to nearly full hardness when it came into view. Not intimidating but certainly not laughable either. He gazed at the picture and slowly, almost absent midedly moved his hand along the shaft. he touched the skin, but only just, and his hand moved along his erection without actually moving the skin, just gliding over it. He shivered as he felt the wave of pleasure come over him.

The tip was damp and leaking a viscous fluid, and he recalled the sounds of that night as Jorja had greedily feasted on Kurt, totally unaware of the audience she had. The sensual feelings were rising now and the wave of intense pleasure was feeling incredibly good when there was a sharp noise that shook him out of his reverie. Quickly, though somewhat awkwardly, replacing his erection in his briefs and standing to pull up his pants, he closed the desk front and answered the phone. He could not talk on the phone when he was like that.

It was only a telemarketer wanting his opinion of some breakfast cereal he had never heard of, and when he politely, for he was always polite in public, hung up and was about to go back to his self pleasure, there was a another noise Brutus was awake and had noted the closed door, like all cats he did not like closed doors, and he made his displeasure known. That was the end of that for now.

 

[OnHarry]

A shameless bump to bring this thread back to the front page.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

“Dustin…” Jorja whispered, leaning on his shoulder and enjoying the support and warmth she felt there for a moment before rummaging in her evening bag for her door key. Her need for physical closeness to him was strong, but her curiosity was stronger.

She didn’t bother turning on any of the lights in the apartment, but maneuvered deftly through the labyrinth of furniture using the dim glow from the cracked bathroom door. Out of sight, out of mind… didn’t really work in this situation.

Finding the envelope exactly where she left it, she started as Dustin closed the door with a loud and ominous click, letting out an embarrassed and breathy peal of laughter at her own skittishness. The correspondence was light, only a few sheets of paper thick, but it weighed on her mind like a ton of bricks. The sickening yellow of the paper was visible in the faint light.

Jorja pulled back the metallic tabs with her fingernails and opened the flap, shaking the contents out on to the love seat. She could see the dull, white backs of the thick paper, and raised her eyes to meet Dustin’s. Her voice had regained some of its normal pep, but her humor seemed mostly forced.

“Double-dog-dare-ya…”

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

“Double-dog-dare-ya…”

I recognized photo paper even in the dim light of the room. I wrapped my arms around Jorja holding her tightly as we looked at the papers on the love seat. She wasn't moving, so I did. I leaned down and took one at random and turned it over.

It was a picture of a very young Jorja laying on a teakwood lounger with her top undone and sunning her then small breasts, sunglasses on and a sonambulent expression on her face. Hmmmm, now who would be sending Jorja pictures of herself?

"Dear do you recognize this picture?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Dustin

Jorja’s first response was Damn, that makes me feel old!

Then the horror hit, and she chided herself for such petty feelings. It wasn’t like she could pretend that these were photoshopped together – she remembered that weekend like it was yesterday. Someone else had been there? Taking pictures?

"Hell yes I recognize it!"

A shiver ran down her spine, first from the obviously personal nature of the picture and secondly from the look of strange fascination on Dustin’s face. She reached out tentatively and flipped over another one, letting out a sigh of relief at it’s relatively tame nature.

It showed Jorja standing beside the pool at her uncle's house, wearing a very skimpy string bikini, and laughing at some joke or other off camera. At least she had a top on in this one.

"What is going on?" she murmered under her breath.

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

"What's going on"

"hmmmm...looks like you've an admirer. The question is why now, what does he want? Assuming it is a he of course." I held Jorja close as she was quivering just a bit. While we were snuggling I kissed her neck softly. "You were a very beautiful young woman as well."

The last picture remained under the other two. Neither of us moved to turn it over. It didn't really matter. I was focused upon Jorja, supporting her as she replayed her childhood trying to figure out who might be sending these pictures.

I spied the corner that looked different then the photo paper and pulled it out. "Well, here is a card" I said holding it out so we both could read it.

hello My Beauty, I am so glad to see you get on in life, and yet we always seem to lose touch with those we once knew, isn't that always the way well here are some family snaps I took many years ago I hope you enjoy them.

I looked over at Jorja and saw that her face had gone very pale. I then moved and turned on the lights. Enough of looking at these in the dark, making the whole thing much more ominous and scary. I put the card on the pile and pulled Jorja over to her favorite "comfy" chair and sat her on my lap, holding her close against my chest. I kissed her again lightly. "What are you thinking my love? Talk to me."

 

[OnHarry]

He got up and let Brutus in, and the cat walked in looking offended, walked around the room and then left. However he decided that for tionight he would have to put off his bit of pleasure.

"Hmm what should I do perhaps I should make up a new note, for my beauty, to send with the next batch of pictures. Ahh let's see, perhaps I should let her know her friends were not so loyal she should know that."

Along that line he worked away far into the night, until sometime around four am he had finished the second note, which said;

Hello again my beauty, I do hope you liked the snaps, I worked ever so hard to get them and I am fairly sure you were unaware, that makes the best pictures. HEre are some more, but I am afraid they are of a more serious nature. You see your then boygfriend Kurt, had a roving eye to say the least and these will bear witness. Your old friend.

The first picture showed Kurt with her best friend Belinda, a dark haired, girl a few months older than Jorja, but even at that age she had enormous breasts. In the photo taken during the day, so it was one of the few times Belinda had visited, and it was in one of the guest rooms. Belinda was in a one piece bathing suit,cut high below, and very low on top to emphasise her breasts, excepting the near breast was out of the suit and was being fondled by Kurt, while he buried his tongue inside her mouth.

The next picture Belinda was nude, and Kurt was doing her doggy style.

The third picture, was one he had trouble sending he thught it might be too shocking, but finally he thought she is strong she should know, in the picture Kurt was having his erect cock sucked by Jorja's mother.

In the fourth and last one, he really agonized over this one, as one subject was his former employer, but finally he thought, 'well in case Kurt is still around, she should know,' and so he decided to include it. The picture showed Kurt giving her uncle a blow job in the pool shed.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja snuggled her head where it fit neatly under Dustin’s chin. She pushed her heels off and jumped a little when they hit the floor loudly. The sexual images were burned in her mind, and she was confused with what she was feeling.

“…I don’t know,” she replied, a favorite feminine answer that has challenged men for decades.

Her voice dropped a notch, as if she feared that the rogue photographer himself may be listening at the open windows letting in the evening breeze.

“It’s fucking disturbing, that’s for sure. But, at the same time, it kinda makes me miss the old days. The exploration. The intense highs that I could get from just standing in front of a guy naked. Now you know me – I could walk through the streets of Manhattan nude and be perfectly comfortable with it.”

She paused and shifted positions on Dustin, fitting her knees in snugly against his thighs and straddling him so that she could look at his face when she spoke.

“Yeah…I miss those crazy teenage hormones. And Kurt, although a jerk and a half, was the first guy I did any of those things with.”

Grinning slightly, she reminisced.

“We met in trig. Do you know those graphing calculators that have the entire alphabet on their buttons? We used to write dirty notes back and forth to each other on those…”

Jorja blushed, feeling slightly stupid at her giddy gushing.

“Like I said, he was a total jerk, maybe he got one of his friends to take them…? I mean, I basically ignored him out of the relationship. I wasn’t all that tactful at 16.”

 

[im_invisible69]

Dustin

I kissed her on the nose, to lighten the mood, and watched Jorga go crosseyed watching me. It was funny. I held her hands as she sat on my lap. "I remember being 16 as well. Believe it or not, I couldn't buy a date at 16. It was awful. I took a job at the local McDs so I had a bit of money, and none of it mattered. I was just too uptight. I didn't find my freedom until later. Part of me has always wished I'd known you in HS, from the stories you told. And the reality is that had you met me, lol, we'd probably not be together now. Yup, it happened just right, I love who I am, and definitely love who I am when I'm with you."

I blushed bright red, as this last part came out. This was the closest I've ever gotten to telling Jorja how important she is in my life. I want her to know and I definitely don't want to undermine the awesome relationship we have. A tightrope for sure.

"So, do you want my opinion on what to do with the pics?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja grinned at Dustin’s story…they usually tried to avoid the sensitive subject that the past could be. He was cute when he blushed – it had a naivety that took him back to the high school age he spoke of.

“Things have a way of working out for the best.” She flipped her hair over her shoulders and sank down closer to him, “You know that’s why I can’t stand people who have the next thirty years of their lives planned out. Lack of spontaneity, and all.”

"So, do you want my opinion on what to do with the pics?"

“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.”