In The Garden Of Snakes (An Erotic Summer Tryst) (7 page)

“I thought I recognized you,” said Constance.
She wasn’t wearing a mask. “You look lovely, Jessica.” Her eyes
skimmed over me, pausing on my breasts. “You’ve blossomed,
actually. What a difference a couple of days makes.”

Her gown was form-fitting and low-cut. “I
love your dress, Mrs. Hollander.”

“Thank you.” She squinted into the crowd.
“And here comes my husband. I hear you’re his latest model.”

This was awkward. “Y-yes. I am.”

“You should dance with him.” Her look was
peculiar. “You want to. Don’t you?”

A tall man in a gray suit made his way
through the crowd. His dark, gray-streaked hair was combed back,
and a simple black mask hid his eyes, which flashed with interest.
It seemed like I was the only person in the room he was looking at,
and, in that hypnotic and confusing moment, I felt my heart flip
over, thudding in my chest, forcing the swell of my breasts to
press against the velvet material of my dress.

“Isn’t she lovely?” asked Constance.

“Yes, she is.” His voice had taken on a
seductive timbre.

“You should dance with her. I’ll see if Rose
is ready to come down. She said she wasn’t feeling well.”

“Let me know if you need help.” He kissed her
cheek, whispering, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She seemed stiff and detached,
as she brushed by him.

He took my hand, his eyes skimming over me.
“That’s some dress.”

“Thanks. You look nice too.”
Ugh. What a
lame thing to say
. I shook myself mentally for being so
nervous. He’d seen me naked this morning. Why the shyness?

The band began to play a love song from the
80’s. I didn’t recognize the artist, but the melody was endearing.
The furniture in the living room had been removed, clearing the
space for an enormous dance floor equipped with a disco ball and
strobe lights. Dozens of couples danced, some waltzing, while
others swayed to the music. He took me in his arms, my body pressed
to his. I inhaled his cologne, which set off a burst of tingles.
His hand was on my back, the touch producing goose bumps up and
down my arms. I was so overwhelmed by the contact I hid my face on
his shoulder, afraid to look up.

“You look so beautiful, Jessica.”

“Um…huh…”

He chuckled, the vibration rumbling in his
chest. “Not used to compliments, are we?”

“I’ve never danced. I feel weird. I’ve never
worn anything like this before.”

“What about this morning? You had nothing on
at all.”

“That was weird too.”

“You didn’t really think I’d send those
pictures to your mother, did you?”

“I hope not.”

“I was joking. I could tell it bothered
you.”

“That’s not nice.”

“No it isn’t,” he chuckled. “It worked,
though. I got you naked.”

The tone of his voice was low and intimate. I
turned my face into his neck, feeling the heat coming off him. “My
mother would totally freak out if she knew.”

We spun around in slow circles. “Then we
better not tell her.”

A burst of tingles constricted my throat,
making talk impossible. I was so profoundly shocked to feel this
way, that I closed my eyes and let the moment overwhelm me. The
music, the clinking of glasses, the low murmurings of voices, and
the feel of being in strong arms was oddly soothing. I’d always
found him intimidating, but now…it was different. His hand on my
back massaged gently, each touch producing thrilling little tingles
that vibrated with sensual energy. We didn’t speak again as another
song began. My face was close to his skin, which radiated heat and
smelled lightly of lemon and cedar with musky undertones. I’d
melted into him, using him like one would a comfortable piece of
furniture. I felt entirely at ease in his arms. I never wanted to
leave. We turned around and around, swaying gently to the beat.

“We should take a walk.”

I’d go anywhere with him. “Sure.”

He led me out the patio doors towards the
garden, passing several couples along the way. I saw Carmen in the
distance laughing with Stuart, who was dressed in a black cape. I
found myself near the roses, the smell nearly overpowering. We sat
on a bench in a dark corner, his arm around my shoulder.

“I think I’m in trouble.”

I glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

He’d removed his mask. His look was fixated
on nothing in particular. “I wasn’t expecting you. I shouldn’t be
feeling like this. I’m trying to understand it. Maybe it’s a
midlife crisis. Or a chemical imbalance.” He chuckled, “It might be
time to see my shrink again.”

“I…like you too.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?” His look had me
tingling.

“I can read the signs. I’ve been around a lot
longer than you have.”

“Is that bad? It is, isn’t it? You’re
married.”

“Constance and I…oh, hell, I really don’t
want to get into it. I’m not worried about my marriage. I’m worried
about you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I knew you as a
kid, for Christ’s sake. You’re my daughter’s best friend. I feel
like a dirty old pervert. I am a dirty old pervert.”

“I’m not a kid anymore.”

“No, you’re not.” His heated gaze roamed over
me. “You’re a beautiful woman. I wasn’t expecting this. When you
showed up in that hideous sundress, I knew I was screwed. You’re so
young and fresh. You’re like a blank page that hasn’t been written
on. Or as least you were. Leave it to Carmen to corrupt you.” His
look suddenly grew questioning. “Are you a lesbian?”

I was still digesting everything he had said,
the words registering in little shocks. “No. I’m…not.” I enjoyed
sleeping with Carmen. “Or maybe I am. I don’t know. I’ve never done
any of that before. I’ve never been with a man. I don’t even know
if I’ll like it. I kissed Stuart, and I hated it.”

“You kissed the gardener?” A hint of a smile
played around his mouth.

“It was Carmen’s idea.”

“I bet.”

“I’d rather kiss you.”

Emboldened by his look and the warmth in his
eyes, I leaned into him and brushed my lips against his. I thought
for a moment that he might pull away, but he grasped my face and
opened his mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips. He tasted of
wine, potent and heady, and as the kiss deepened, I moaned
helplessly.

He shot to his feet. “Let’s go somewhere
else.” Stunned, I let him drag me away, around the side of the
house, to a back door. We entered a dimly lit hallway, which led to
a set of stairs. He was taking me to my room, and I would not stop
him. I opened the door to find a single light on, which was a desk
lamp against the wall. He turned to me, his look hungry and
predatory. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”

“No.”

“Take off your dress.”

The demand had me catching my breath. “I-all
right.” I stepped out of my heels and let a strap down. It slid to
my elbow. He stared at where my hand was, following the movement
with obsessive interest. The next strap ended in the same place,
the material slack, revealing almost all of my breasts.

“I can’t get the zipper.” I turned my
shoulder towards him. “Can you get it?”

He approached and reached for me, his warm
hands on my shoulders. His face was in my neck, creating little
pulses of pleasure. “I want you so badly, Jessica. I don’t think
I’ve ever wanted anyone like this before.”

“You can have me,” I whispered.

“I know…but I’m worried I might not let you
go.” He kissed my neck, leaving a trail of wetness. The zipper
loosened, and the dress dropped to the floor. His hands were on my
upper arms, rubbing, feeling, and pressing into the skin. “Do you
understand?”

“I-I think so.”

“No. You don’t.” My breasts were in his hands
being held up, the weight measured in each palm. “Jesus fucking
Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” I turned to kiss him, our
tongues battling sensuously. “Oh, Joseph.”

“It’s just Joe.”

“Then I’m just Jess.”

“That’s a lotta of J’s.”

“If you say so,” I giggled. He pulled me
towards the bed. “What about you? You have so many clothes on.”

He tossed his jacket aside and undid his tie.
“That’ll be remedied shortly.”

I let my panties drop to my feet, kicking
them away. “I don’t look like Carmen down here. I have too much
hair.”

He shook his head. “You’re perfect.”

His praise pleased me endlessly. I sat on the
bed waiting, impatient for him to be naked. He unbuttoned his
shirt, the material revealing a toned chest covered in masculine
hair. His stomach was taut and his thighs were firm. The pants
dropped to the floor, followed by silk boxers.

“You seem to like what you see.”

“I do.”

“You sure you don’t want a younger guy?”

“No.”

He leaned over me. “It’s not too late to run.
If there’s something you don’t like, you’ll tell me, right?”

I touched his shoulders, feeling their heat.
“Oh, just kiss me, Mr. Hollander. Please.”

Whatever shyness I had felt was a distant
memory. The sight of him naked, and that particular look in his
eye, had my pussy throbbing with arousal. His cock, which was
jutting, looked deliciously wicked, and I couldn’t wait to touch it
and explore every inch. There wasn’t anything even remotely scary
about him. He sat on the bed, and our lips met. Eager tongues
thrust and parried, entwining with need. I gripped his shoulders,
my fingertips digging into his flesh.

He moaned against my mouth. “Oh, Jess.”

I touched his chest, feeling the beating of
his heart, strong and rhythmic. I’d never explored a man before,
and I was bursting with curiosity to map out the alien terrain. I
knew a woman’s body like the back of my hand, but this was a
naughty mystery that had yet to be revealed. He held my breasts,
picking them up, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.

“Omm…” It felt so good to be touched like
this.

Our mouths fused for long moments, tongues
meeting and thrusting. The kiss was more perfect, not too wet or
too aggressive. He took his time plundering me, the slick feel of
his tongue renewed the tingles in my tummy; my insides felt like
they were going to explode with pleasure. A creamy sludge dampened
my pussy, the lips feeling swollen and throbbing. A manly hand
drifted over my belly, massaging and rubbing the skin, going even
lower. He slid between my legs, cupping my mound.

“Honey…you’re so wet.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, partially
out of embarrassment. “I get that way. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

His finger sunk into my swollen folds.
“Oohh…” Whenever Carmen touched me, I seemed to lose my mind to
lust. Tonight would be no different. I loved the feel of another
person’s hand stroking my pussy. It was naughty and utterly
decadent being fingered and caressed. “Oh, my God, Joe!”

He kissed me, while his finger slid in and
out, making squishing sounds. I wrapped my hand around his cock,
feeling the hard length of him. My thumb rubbed over the rounded
tip, displacing fluid. He was leaking!

“Oh, honey, Jess…”

His beard chafed, but I loved it. He was so
gentle and enticing, nothing like Stuart had been in the garden. I
wasn’t threatened in the least. On the contrary, I wanted so much
more than what he offered. The feel of his finger in my cunt,
massaging the silken passage, was enough to drive me off the
cliff…but it wasn’t enough.

“Suck my pussy, Mr. Hollander.” He murmured
something inaudible, groaning. I massaged his cock, enjoying the
feel of it in my hand, but I wanted to taste him. “Oh, never mind.”
I pushed against him, and he fell to the bed. Then I took what I
wanted, wrapping my lips around his head, which elicited a lengthy
groan. The taste was decidedly salty. I had never given head
before, yet I knew I should be somewhat gentle and refrain from
biting. With this in mind, I sucked, sinking my cheeks in with each
pull.

“Ooohh…yes…”

He seemed to enjoy this treatment, his groans
filling the room. He continued to drive a finger into my folds,
massaging me to even greater wetness. I felt the effects on my
inner thighs, which were cold with wet. I nibbled around the edges
of the crown and then sucked again, trying to get him further into
my mouth. I gagged and withdrew, repeating this over and over. I
alternated between swallowing and licking the veined length, my
tongue running all the way to his mound, which was smattered with
sparse hair.

“God…honey…”

Saliva ran down the shaft, pooling at the
base, but I continued to administer to him, listening to the sounds
of pleasure that tore from his throat. His thumb ran over my clit,
and I moaned. The sensation set off a firestorm of desire, my body
tensing and throbbing. My clitoris had always been ultra sensitive.
I had experienced orgasm before just by wearing jeans that were too
tight. He wouldn’t stop rubbing me, and without knowing it; he’d
brought me right to the edge.

I pushed the hand away. “You have to fuck
me,” I breathed. “Omigod! Right now, Mr. Hollander.”

I’d shocked him with this outburst, but I was
serious. He moved to lower on me, but I grabbed him. “I’m gonna
cum. I wanna cum with you inside me.” My fingertips dug into his
shoulders urging him on. “Please.” He shifted, settling between my
legs.

“It’s your first ti—”

“Yes! But I don’t care. I…oh, please. Please
fuck me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounded
strained.

“You won’t.” I lifted my ass off the bed.
“Oh, God please…”

With one fluid thrust, he was buried deep. I
was hardly able to process the intrusion, because I bit into his
shoulder just as the first wave hit, sending me spiraling into
oblivion. “OH-YES-OH, GOD YES!” I shuddered beneath him, the
muscles in my pussy contracting with each pleasurable pulse,
squeezing his cock.