Erika Ch. 01

My navel is pierced with a charm that represents the universal symbol of ‘woman’ in gold and it dangles from a small one inch gold chain. Someone told me that it’s a sign to other women that you’re in the hunt. I don’t know if that’s true, but it certainly does get its share of female attention. I love the way it feels as it bounces against my stomach as I walk.

I also have one tattoo about three inches to the left of my pubic area at my waist which is usually visible when I’m wearing bare midriff tops, which is most of the time. That tattoo consists of five Chinese characters that mean “sexy bitch.” I actually was talked into getting it done when I had a four-day photo shoot in Hong Kong a couple years earlier and Sasha didn’t want to get hers done alone. I guess I’m a push over for a pretty face and a very talented tongue and Sasha definitely has both.

Alright then, every story needs a jumping off point and this one does too. Let’s start it off a week after the wonderful orgy we had at Debbie Masters’ house.

Every now and then I meet someone that I find myself very attracted to on several different levels. They’re attractive – sometimes even gorgeous, intelligent and emotionally deep. If they’re also witty I might even consider them as partner material. To me Jordan Peters was such a woman.

Maybe it was also the fact that Jordan is so much shorter than I am and I’m really into domination –in a nice way that is. But when I saw her in school on the first day I knew I wanted her. She fit the profile of a perfect woman and her eagerness to please her partner was such a wonderful surprise.

About ten thirty on Saturday morning I decided to drop by and say hello to Jordan. Well, I guess that’s not exactly true, since I said hello to her yesterday in class. I guess I really had other intentions. I knew she was committed to her relationship with Debbie and would probably not come to see me on her own no matter hot wet she got between her legs for me.

After a shower and a warm water enema I slid into a pair of white satin shorts that were not too snug and a fairly tight white tee-shirt – one of about twenty I received from a British commercial client, with its name embossed in large red and blue script across the front at about breast level. I had trimmed the shirt up earlier so it looked like it was made to be worn as a bare-midriff top. I pulled my hair back in a scrunchy, put on my make-up and some pink lip gloss and then I slipped into a pair of white flip-flops – something else you’d never, ever see in Iceland. Then I was off.

I drove over to Jordan’s house which was located in a modest, but very well kept neighborhood several miles from the school and nearly in the opposite direction of my house. She had described it to me once before and the appearance of the street and her house matched her description perfectly.

I parked my car in front of the house and I walked up to the front door and I knocked twice. About a minute later the door opened and I was staring through the screen at a slightly older version of Jordan, yet every bit as attractive. Now I knew with absolute certainty where Jordan got her killer green eyes.

“Good morning, my name is Erika and I came by to call on Jordan.” I said, using my most friendly and upbeat tone.

International travel can be very frustrating. As if the different languages weren’t enough of an obstacle for a visitor to hurdle, you occasionally might run into someone who for example lives in Italy, yet she doesn’t speak a word of the language and you have no idea where to go from there. There were many times I would try to converse with people in those situations, but after using all of the languages in my repertoire, including bits and pieces of Russian, I would simply draw only a blank stare.

In a strange sort of way I had that same feeling right now looking through the screen door. I waited for this woman to respond to me, yet she just stood there staring at me without saying a word. I knew I was dressed a bit provocatively, but as I casually glanced down once again at my outfit to make sure everything was in the proper place, I did not think it was severe enough to offend anyone.

“Hello!” I said again, while waving my hand slowly across her line of vision to try and catch her attention. It seemed to work, because the double take she did suggested that she must have realized that she had been staring and I could see she felt very awkward about it.

“I’m so sorry; please forgive me. My name is Elaine Peters; Jordan isn’t here but won’t you please come in and join me for a cup of coffee?”

She smiled broadly as she apologized and then she stepped back and held the screen door open for me and I entered the house. Once I stepped in and my eyes adjusted to the interior I was able to see her much better. She was definitely Jordan’s mother and I towered over her by at least six inches, like I did her daughter.

Elaine had the same face and beautiful hair, although she did not wear it as long as her daughter. As if all that wasn’t enough, those green eyes would be a dead give-away in a crowd of thousands. Her body was still beautiful at probably twice her daughter’s age and she was significantly bustier than her daughter.

Like Jordan, she did very little with make-up to accentuate her pretty face. Her nails were nearly as long as mine and she had clear polish on them. She was barefoot and dressed in a pair of jean cut-offs that were uncharacteristically short for a woman in her early forties. She wore a rather skimpy bathing suit top that revealed ample cleavage and I could immediately feel that it actually caused a bit of a stir with me below.

I’ve been sexually active for a while now and I’ve come on to about the same number of women who have come on to me. It doesn’t take long for you to recognize the look in their eyes and the softer, more inviting tone in their voice. I thought I was sensing that feeling now, as I smiled down at Elaine as I entered her house.

I followed her into a country-like kitchen that was done in red brick on three walls; a small island also made of brick was located in the center and a built in cook top range and the coffee maker were located on the island. She offered me a seat at the table and by the position of the open newspaper I sat down in the seat that was immediately next to where I suspected she must have been sitting when I first knocked.

I was very impressed; the place was immaculate and smelled wonderful. I needed to hire someone to keep our own house up and if I thought it wouldn’t offend this women I would hire her in a heartbeat, just on what I was seeing all around me.

“I love this room Mrs. Peters, it’s so warm. I can see you’re quite the housekeeper and decorator.” I said, as I continued to look around the room and observe many of the little decorative touches that made it appear so homely.

“Why – thank you, Erika . . . and do please call me Elaine.” She said blushing slightly at my compliment, as she poured a cup of steaming coffee in a large ceramic mug that brandished the name and logo of the high school. I smiled as I realized that the mug was probably purchased by Jordan when she was still a student at Memorial.

“What do you take in your coffee?”

I looked over interrupting my tour of the room and smiled. “Just right out of the pot the way it is will be perfect.”

“Where is your accent from, Erika? It’s incredibly sexy.” She said, as she placed the coffee down on the table in front of me and sat down.

I returned her smile. “Thank you, it’s Icelandic. I was born and raised in Iceland. I’ve only been living in Texas for two years now.”

Her brow furrowed slightly as she seemed to be thinking about my response. “My goodness, your English is perfect. It’s amazing you were able to learn the language in only two years.”

I smiled at her. “No, I didn’t learn English here, Elaine. We’re taught English in our earliest years in school and everyone is fully conversant in it. I also speak two other languages, as well.”

“My goodness, what other languages do you speak?” She asked, now sitting up in her chair.

“I also speak French and Italian and I know just enough Russian to get me into trouble.” I said, taking the cup of coffee and blowing gently across the top.

Elaine smiled at me and then her brow furrowed and she was looking at me in a somewhat peculiar way.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked, wondering whether I might regret that question momentarily.

The question seemed to interrupt her concentration and then our eyes met. “Erika, is that a piercing in your tongue?”

I smiled. I had that piercing long enough to have fielded every possible response to it and I was more than comfortable with her inquisition.

“Yes, it is.” I said, as I slowly parted my lips and extended my tongue far enough for her to get a better look.”

She seemed to grimace slightly. “I think that it looks sexy, but didn’t it hurt when it was done?”

I smiled at her question and look of concern. “I used to get that a lot. No, it actually didn’t hurt at all.”

“Wow, your tongue, your navel and several in your ears, you certainly have a bunch.” She said, with a slight blush, not knowing whether she might be offending me.

I chuckled and then took another sip of coffee. “I do, don’t I? In fact, I even have one more that most people will never be able to see.”

Elaine tried not to appear too obvious, but her eyes started to rake over me and I could immediately tell what she was trying to do. I took another sip of coffee and wondered how she would eventually approach the question.

“Well, I have to say, that I’m totally stumped. I can’t even imagine where that other one is hiding.” She said, unable to look away.

I smiled at her tenacity and slid my chair out a bit, so she now had an unencumbered view of my entire body that was seated less than two feet from her watchful gaze. I took my left index finger and slowly moved it directly over my pussy and ran the finger up my crotch from the bottom to the top.

“As the French would say, ici!” I said.

She looked up at me confused.

“I’m sorry, here is where the last piercing is – it’s in my pussy.” I said, as I now was using my entire palm to caress the area for illustrative purposes.

Elaine’s eyes seemed to grow large. “I’ve heard of women doing that, but I have never actually seen it.”

I studied her for a long, thoughtful moment. “Would you like to see it, Elaine?”

She seemed to swallow hard for an instant and I could tell that my question must have embarrassed her.

“I’m sorry, I’ve embarrassed you. Perhaps it’s better if I leave.” I said, trying to ameliorate her discomfort.

“No, no - I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave; it wasn’t embarrassment. I would love to see it. Please?”

I smiled at her to allay her feelings of concern. “Okay then, if it won’t embarrass you.”

I stood up and I was just about to drop my shorts to my knees in order to give her a quick peek, but suddenly something caused me to reconsider that plan. Maybe it was the fact that Elaine’s respiration rate seemed to suddenly increase, or maybe it was the way she was staring at me, like the look of a woman who was in dire need.

I stepped a foot or two away from my chair and kicked my flip flops off. Then I moved back in front of my chair and opened the top button of my shorts. I furtively glanced at Elaine and I immediately recognized that familiar look that I’d seen so many times before.

I moved the shorts down my legs as slowly as I could, trying my best to heighten as well as prolong the viewing pleasure for her. She was watching them slowly move south, as my crotch gradually came into view.

I didn’t stop my striptease once my pussy was fully exposed. I slid the shorts all the way down my legs and once they fell to my feet I raised my left leg and kicked them off in the general direction of my flip-flops. Then I sat back down in the chair and parted my thighs, before pulling my tee-shirt up and over my head. I was now sitting on the kitchen chair totally naked.

Elaine was sitting there watching me literally on the edge of her seat and staring between my legs. Now I was beginning to feel very wet and I think we both sensed that the game had gone too far for it to just remain a spectator sport.

“You can’t see very well from over there, Elaine. I think you need to come closer.” I said, as I moved my thighs as far apart as I could in the chair.

Elaine was touching herself now over her cut-offs. I moved my chair a bit to the left, so that I was now fully facing her. Her eyes still had not moved from my pussy and I was willing to let her take all the time she needed to get comfortable with what was about to happen. After several minutes she looked up at me and made eye contact. There was a child-like innocence about her expression that I found terribly erotic.

I smiled at her and nodded. “Go ahead, come closer; you know you want to.”

Elaine started to move her seat forward and I reached out to gently touch her face, bringing her movement to an abrupt halt. My action must have surprised her, because she looked up at me and there was almost a trace of fear in her eyes, as if she was afraid that I just might be toying with her.

“If I’m going to sit here without any clothes on, I think you should take yours off, as well. Don’t you think that’s only fair?”

I think the question may have surprised her and for an instant I could tell she was not sure what was expected of her. I know sensory overload can be a problem and I knew she probably needed some guidance about now. I stood up and as I did her eyes never broke contact with mine.

When I was standing in front of her I reached down to take her hands, in order to help her to her feet. She stood up slowly as if she were unsure whether her legs could even support her weight. Then I kneeled down in front of her and undid the button on her cut-offs and slowly moved them down her legs until they puddled at her feet. Then I helped her raise her legs up one at a time, as I took the cut-offs away and tossed them into the same pile where I had thrown my shorts only moments earlier.

I was now on my knees staring directly at Elaine’s pussy. I was surprised that it was perfectly hairless, but in retrospect I really shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t like teenage women had a monopoly on that sort of thing.

As I looked at her there was really nothing about this woman that reminded me that she was much older than me, except for the fact that I knew she just happened to be Jordan’s mother. There were no visible stretch marks, varicose veins or fatty deposits to be found anywhere, though she definitely did not have the well-toned athletic body like mine or Jordan’s. Yet her body was still incredibly beautiful and she appeared to be more than ready to play.

I reached my hand out towards her glistening pussy and gently ran my finger down the cleft for the first time. I smiled as I immediately felt her entire body shudder from the contact. I looked up at her face and her eyes were closed and her tongue was moving slowly, back and forth across her moist lips. I knew that expression too well, it was the “I hope to god that feeling never stops” look and we can all recognize it when we see it.

I moved my face towards her pubis and ran my tongue gently up her clit that was barely peeking out. As I did I felt her long talons dig into my shoulders and once again I smiled. She might have even drawn blood that time, but at least it was for a worthy pursuit. Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not an S & M diva, but I’ve had my share of injuries from claws and teeth during sex and I find it strangely exhilarating.

I stood up and put my hand behind her head and pulled her face towards mine. Our lips met for the first time and as the kiss deepened I could sense that she was now able to taste herself on my lips. I immediately felt the hunger that had been building deep within her since my arrival, as she began returning the kiss with the greatest intensity.

Then I felt one hand begin to move down towards my waist and she began to part my lips below seeking my opening. Her other hand moved to my breast, which she began kneading gently. Wow, I thought, this woman really was ready.

“Harder.” I whispered to her and I immediately felt her increase the intensity she was applying to my breast.

After several minutes I broke the kiss and moved my lips to her ear lobe and spoke softly between small sensuous bites on the outer edge of her ear. “Do you want to make love?”

Before you starting thinking that was a rather stupid question, you should probably know this about me. It really piques my arousal level to know that my partner is as turned on as I am, so I enjoy hearing them tell me that as often as possible. At that particular moment I wanted to hear her say it. Also, I usually never ask a question in a situation like this unless I already know the answer.

She pulled her head back slightly and looked into my eyes with an almost dazed expression on her face. “Oh my god, yes . . . yes, I want to very much.”

“Do you want to go to your bedroom or should we just remain here in the kitchen?” I whispered, with a wicked grin.

She didn’t answer my question. Instead she just took my hand and I instinctively followed her through the house to the front door, which she closed and locked. Then we moved down a hallway to what I soon learned was the master bedroom. Like the kitchen, the room was decorated tastefully and it was in perfect order.

Elaine released my hand and walked to the headboard of the Queen-size bed and pulled the bedspread and covers down and scooted onto the center of the bed. Then she looked up at me and using her hand, she patted the space next to her, indicating that I should join her.

As I watched Elaine lying in the center of the bed I suddenly began feeling a bit wicked. I moved around to the far side and sat down and then turned to face her. She began to move towards me and was surprised when I put my hand out and held her at bay in the center.

“Just a moment, Elaine; before I surrender this tight and very wet eighteen year old body to you, there’s just one rule.”

She smiled at me for an instant, not sure where this was going. Then her smile slowly faded and a serious expression overtook her. “Anything . . . absolutely anything you want!”

I smiled at her. “What a coincidence, that happens to be the one rule – anything I want.”

She moved closer and looked up at me and smiled. I slid down under the covers with her and we lay together facing one another. Her nipples were hard and they were rubbing against my breasts and that was when I knew what I wanted.

“First, I want to nurse on you.” I whispered to her, before I kissed her.

Then she kissed me back with even more passion and our tongues played tag in her mouth and then in mine. After a moment we parted slightly and she smiled at me and then looked down at her hard nipples against my breasts.

“They’re all yours baby. Please suck on them as long as you like.”

I smiled at her and then moved down to her breasts. They were huge, at least the same size as Lisa’s, and I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and began to suckle. As I did, I took my free hand and began to gently knead her right breast. Then I closed my eyes and everything felt so wonderfully blissful.

I remained in that position for a while, sucking and licking Elaine’s nipple and occasionally nibbling on it or raking my stud across it. Every now and then I could feel her own body shudder and hear a low groan escape from her mouth, so I knew that she too was also enjoying every minute of it. All-in-all, it felt wonderful and I believe that I could have remained there all day.

As I continued to suck on her nipple I continued to play with the other one, squeezing it and then releasing it, enjoying the way her body trembled beneath my touch. All the while Elaine would stroke my hair and hum quietly, stopping every so often to whisper softly to me.