Story 26 #2
She was still enjoying exploring this new city as well. There was just so much of it to see that she loved just walking the streets and seeing where she would end up.
This was a perfect day for doing that sort of thing. She had walked across the park and headed off into a whole new area of the city that she hadn't seen before.
She liked the area she found herself in. It seemed to have quite an artistic vibe to it with murals on some of the walls and lots of small, interesting, boutiques. She told herself not to stop off at any of them, though - she didn’t exactly have any money to spare and they looked pretty expensive.
Then she turned a corner and saw a new mural. This one was different from the others, however - it wasn't quite finished. In fact, the man responsible was still working on it.
She stopped to watch him at work. He was on a scaffold partway up the wall.
He hadn’t spotted her there.
She loved watching him at work as he painted the wall.
Then, however, there was a slight accident. She was looking up and suddenly flinched as she saw him drop one of his paintbrushes.
It didn’t hit her but landed on the ground next to her. A slight bit of paint splashed up onto her leg.
The man looked down and saw her.
“Oh my god,” he called down, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t hit you with that, did I?”
“No, no, don’t worry! You missed! I just got a bit of a splash of paint on my leg.”
“Oh, hang on, I’ll be right down.”
The man moved over to the ladder and scrambled down it quickly and confidently. She watched the ease with which he moved. He hit the floor and she finally got a proper look at him. She liked what she saw. He was a good-looking guy. She would have guessed that he was about forty years old.
He was tall with an athletic build - straight-backed, broad-shouldered, with a deep tan that looked as though it was the result of plenty of time spent outside. His hair was a sandy-blonde and came down just below his ears. There were a few flecks of gray in it.
His eyes were a dark green.
“Hi there,” he said, looking her up and down. She blushed slightly at the attention, “Once again, I’m very sorry about that.”
“It’s fine, really.”
“Very clumsy of me, though. I’m Adam, by the way.”
“Emma.”
“Pleased to meet you, Emma. Now, let’s see what the damage is, shall we?”
It took her a moment to understand what he meant, but then she turned and showed him her leg, showing the spot where the paint had hit her.
“Oh, dear,” he said, sounding concerned, “What a shame to make such a mess of such beautiful legs. Well, you can’t just walk around like that, can you? How about we get you cleaned up.”
"Oh, that's very kind of you but I don't want to be any trouble, honestly."
“No trouble at all, I assure you. This is actually my house.”
"Oh?"
“Oh, yes. I don’t just go around painting random houses, you know.”
She smiled.
“Sure,” she said, “Why not, right?”
“Excellent.”
He led her into his house. It was just what she would have expected from an artist’s house - cluttered and filled with fascinating objects. She felt as though she could have spent an entire day in there just looking through things and marveling at everything in there.
“Come on,” Adam said, “Let’s go through to the kitchen.”
She followed him through and sat down on the chair that he offered.
“This is a nice place,” she said, looking around at the spacious kitchen, “must be pretty expensive.”
“Oh, it is. I don’t live here on my own, though. I’ve got a housemate. He’s out at the moment but he’ll be back later, I’m sure.”
“Ah, I see.”
She saw him take a rag from a bowl next to the sink.
He ran it under the tap. She was about to hold her hand out to him to take it so that she could clean her leg but was slightly surprised to see him get down on his knees in front of her.
She looked down at him, waiting to see what he was going to do next.
He took hold of one of her ankles. His touch felt somehow intimate. She wondered for a moment then if anyone had held her there before. He did it so casually. Did he know that he was the first to do that? How could he, really?
He smiled up at her. Then she shivered slightly as she felt the cold water on her leg.
He used light pressure on her as he cleaned her leg. Even this was somehow intimate, having this man on his knees in front of her, cleaning her like this.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“There you go,” he said, “all done.”
He was still on his knees. He looked up at her. Their eyes met and she felt sure that something was about to happen - if only she knew what it was. She could sense it in the air - an atmosphere.
Adam took hold of her ankle again. He raised her leg slightly.
"All clean now," he murmured softly. Then he did something that she hadn't expected.
He leaned forward and kissed her leg where he had just cleaned it.
She felt her heart beat just a little bit faster.
She looked down at him and was entranced.
He wasn't like the other guys that she had met.
He didn't seem to just want to get her into bed.
He seemed to have some kind of innate understanding of her body - how it really worked, what she really wanted. He was in no hurry here.
She felt a tingle on her skin when he did that. She couldn’t quite believe that this was happening, and she couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do next.
He was still holding her ankle. Then he leaned further up her leg and kissed her knee. The lower part of her dress had fallen away, exposing more of her leg.
Then he kissed the outer part of one of her thighs.
A part of her thought that she should tell him to stop what he was doing, but another part of her suppressed the cautious part of her brain and told it to be quiet. She sat back to watch what he was going to do.
He let go of her ankle and got to his feet.
She looked at him, startled. For a moment she wondered if the moment was passed if the mood was broken. She had felt as though something was really building then, and now it was as though he had stepped away from her and ended it.
But then he took hold of both of her hands in his. He pulled her to her feet.
“What do you say?” he asked her, still holding her hands. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say. All that she could do was look at him and wait to see what he would say or do next.
He reached beneath her chin and held her face there, looking up at him.
Her heart was racing by this point. He was so unlike the boys her age.
Instead, he was taking his time, appreciating every moment of what he was doing - appreciating her.
He didn't just rush at it like a bull in a china shop, and by doing so he seemed to be able to build her anticipation.
As he leaned down to kiss her she could barely believe that it was happening - but she knew that she wanted it.
He kissed her slowly, tenderly. His lips brushed over hers, moved till they found where they wanted to be, where they wanted to latch onto hers, and then she felt the push of his tongue as it went past her parted lips, toward her own tongue which pushed against his.
There was a slow-burning passion to his kiss. He still had one of his hands on her chin and was stroking her skin with his thumb. His other hand went to her waist and took hold of her.
She reached up with her hands. One of them went to his face and felt the rough scratch of his stubble.
Her other hand went to the front of his body and rested on his chest for a few moments.
His hand on her chin slid around to her cheek, just as her hand was on his cheek.
He caressed her face and she felt the kiss begin to intensify even further.
His hand on her waist seemed to guide her backward. She felt the kitchen table behind her, pushing into her back. There was nowhere else for her to go now. She was as far back as she could go. She pushed back against him and their bodies came together.
She had thought that he looked as though he was in good shape, but now she could feel the muscles of his body against her own soft body. She felt the way that his muscles worked as he moved his body against her.
Then he stepped away from her. His hands went to her hands again.
He held both of them as he smiled at her, and then he gave them a squeeze.
She smiled back at him. She felt somehow shy under his gaze like this.
She turned her eyes away from his and then turned back, her eyelashes fluttering. She bit her bottom lip.
This felt so different from all of the other times.
All those times when something had made her back off - now there was no question of backing off.
They both wanted this now. All of those times before when there had been that voice in her head that had made her stop what she was doing when she would miss out on that thing that she was so eager to know about - but now she felt all of her old inhibitions slip away and she felt a kind of freedom,
a kind of exhilaration as she rushed headlong into the unknown.
There was an element of fear but that only seemed to add to her heightened sensations, to the excitement.
“Come on,” he said to her, “let’s take this through to the front room, shall we?”
She nodded to him. He led her through to the other room.
Amongst all the clutter, there was a large couch.
He led her over to that. He sat down on it and pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap.
She felt the bulge of his cock pushing at her ass and she shifted herself against it, wanting to feel it rubbing against her.
Then she turned and put her arms around his shoulders.
He pushed her hair back behind her ear and then she leaned in to kiss him.
He put his arms around her waist as they began to kiss.
It felt wonderful to be held like this, it made her feel as though she was his - all his - and that he would know just how to treat her.
Their kisses were slow and sensual. It felt as though they were exploring one another, getting to know one another.
One of his hands left her waist and went up to her face, stroking her soft skin.
Then his hand went down to her shoulder.
He caressed it gently and then he pushed the thin strap of her dress down, exposing her shoulder completely.