Passionate Cleaners Ch. 02

That was, until today anyway. I never had the desire to wear something sexy before, but for Octavious, I wanted him to notice me. I wanted his eyes to stare at me hungrily like they did when I wore the maid outfit. Besides, there might be other girls there and I needed to make sure I stood out from them. Thinking like this felt so new to me that it sent a chill of excitement down my spine.

Stripping off my loungewear, I excitedly started to try on the various outfits. It was a mix of different tops, skirts, and dresses that all made my heart race when I saw how much skin I was showing. While I liked some of them, none of them seemed right for the art exhibit. I pulled out one of the last remaining pieces that I hadn't tried on yet. It was a tube dress that looked like it was way too small for me, but the material seemed super stretchy.

Deciding to try it on, I stepped into it and tightly pulled it up my body. I checked myself out in the mirror and my eyes widened when I saw my reflection. Oh my god. This was exactly why I thought I would never actually wear this dress, it was so sexy!

It was strapless, tightly clung to my body, and only covered my body from my breasts to my upper thighs. The dress was so tiny that it didn't even completely cover my large, perky D-cup breasts! The tops of my breast were bare and the material of the dress seemed to perfectly silhouette the rest of my boobs. The rest of the dress tightly clung to my body and highlighted my flat stomach, slim waist, and wide hips. Thank god I had such a petite, athletic body otherwise I don't think I could pull something like this off.

I slowly turned around to see how it looked from the back and my eyes bulged again. The dress was so short! It only went a couple of inches past my ass! Not only that, but the material so tightly clung to my body that it easily highlighted how firm and round my ass was. While I didn't have a huge butt like some girls, it was still a decent size and was extremely visible. It honestly felt like I was a little naked wearing something so skin-tight.

Speaking of it being skintight, I could clearly see the outlines of my bra and panties underneath the material. Not even a strapless bra could work with something like this. I needed sticky cups or nipple tape, but I didn't have either. I decided to remove my bra altogether and after slipping off my panties, I rummaged through my underwear drawer and found a skimpy g-string thong that Emma also made me buy. I slid it up my legs to around my waist and then readjusted the dress before checking myself out again.

Looking at my reflection made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I looked even sexier than before. Without the bra, the curves of my breast were smooth and I was so lucky that they were perky enough that they didn't really need a bra. The straps of my thong were so thin that they weren't even noticeable under the dress. Fuck, this outfit was so revealing! There was no way I could confidently wear this out. Then again, none of the other options were any better and I didn't have any time to go shopping.

A light bulb went off in my head and I quickly found a short leather jacket in my closet. I pulled it on and smiled when I saw how wonderfully it matched the dress. Not only did it match, but it made me feel more confident that I didn't have so much skin on display. The easiest part was finding some simple, 3-inch heels that matched the dress and leather jacket. I didn't wear heels that often, but I had to admit it made my athletic legs look amazing given how short the dress was. God, was I really about to go out and see Octavious looking like this?

Realizing that I needed to leave if I was to get there on time, I quickly grabbed one of my nicer purses and left my room. I quietly looked around to see where my parents were so they didn't ask any questions about my outfit. I found them in the living room watching TV, and I quickly opened the door and walked out while yelling that I was leaving behind me. Hearing them say goodbye as I closed the door, I quickly walked to my car and got in. Phew, at least that was one thing I didn't have to worry about.

The drive to the art exhibit was fairly short and it wasn't long before I parked my car and started to walk towards the entrance. I could already see a lot of people inside the brightly lit gallery and I felt my heartbeat speed up with each step I took. The closer I got to the entrance, the more self-conscious I became about how I looked. Would I really stand out amongst the other girls? Would Octavious even look at me?

With a slightly trembling hand, I opened the entrance door and walked in. I took out my phone so my ticket could be scanned by a greeter and I was immediately amazed by all the artwork surrounding me. There were of course paintings on the wall, but there were also sculptures scattered about and even installations hanging from the ceiling! I felt so out of place being here, but I still appreciated the creativity around me.

As much as I enjoyed the art around me, my real goal was finding Octavious. I started to walk around the floor and I was surprised by how big the gallery was. Suddenly, I heard an eruption of girls giggling, and with my senses now tingling, I walked in that direction. Girls didn't giggle like that unless they were trying to impress a guy.

After turning a corner, I finally found him with his back towards me, and to no surprise, he was surrounded by a gaggle of girls. I immediately noticed how pretty they all were and I was shocked at how revealing their dresses were too. I started to nervously squeeze my fingers together and wondered if coming here was a mistake.

I saw him move slightly and I finally got to check him out while he faced in my direction. The moment my eyes saw his handsome face, it felt like I forgot how to breathe. My eyes finally lowered to take in what he was wearing, and I felt my heart begin to pound again. His sculpted body was covered by a fancy button-up shirt, with a tie and a vest, along with a matching pair of dress pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up his forearms and I absentmindedly bit my lip in lust. I don't know what it was about guys who roll their sleeves up, but it was so sexy.

He looked striking, handsome, well-groomed, fancy, and well...just clean. Damn, he was so hot and I was not the only one who noticed. Not wanting to join the crowd of girls around him, I walked over and stood nearby. I brushed my wavy red hair behind my ears while I smiled in his direction and hoped that he would notice me. It wasn't long before I realized it was pretty hopeless. His eyes were constantly distracted by various girls vying for his attention. I don't think he would ever notice me unless I walked up and slapped him in the face!

The longer I looked on, the more upset and jealous I got. I don't know what I was expecting. Did I really think that it was going to be a romantic movie moment where he noticed me the moment I walked in? Or his eyes would be constantly looking for me? I mentally kicked myself for having such ridiculous thoughts that real life would be anything like a movie.

Not wanting to play the game of trying to capture his attention, I instead decided to enjoy the wonderful art surrounding me. While I gazed at the different art pieces, I fought with myself to not cry. This was definitely not the place and there was no real reason to, even though I somehow felt like it.

I walked into a more quiet part of the gallery, and I noticed the painting that I saw Octavious working on at his house. I sucked in my breath at how beautiful it looked. It looked even better than the last time I saw it! Why was everyone focused on him and not his art? I saw some other pieces around and I knew they had to be his since the style was so similar.

All of the emotional turmoil I felt earlier started to dissipate. I felt so calm looking at his paintings and drawings. I felt like I could see his soul, his emotions, and his pride in his art. It was honestly really breathtaking and I was shocked that more people weren't around and appreciating it like I was.

"There you are baby girl," I heard a deep voice say behind me, and suddenly felt a powerful body press up behind me while huge arms wrapped around my waist.

Even if he didn't say anything, I knew it was Octavious because of his wonderful and unique scent. I leaned my head back against his chest and turned my head to look up at his face with a wide smile. When he smiled back down at me, I wished time could have stopped so we could stay like this. I felt so warm between his arms, and so protected too. Damn, it was crazy how perfect he seemed.

"Hi," I sweetly replied.

For a moment, neither of us said anything and our eyes drank deeply from each other. His head started to slowly move down and I slightly opened my lips in anticipation of his kiss. The moment his lips touched mine, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck me. At first, I was so overwhelmed by my emotions that I barely moved my lips. I quickly recovered, closed my eyes, and focused on sucking his lips to the point where I almost forgot that we were in public.

He ended the kiss and slowly pulled his head back. It was just a simple kiss, but my body felt like it was made out of jelly. His arms dropped away from my waist and I turned around to face him. His body was so big and powerful compared to mine that I forgot how weak I felt when I was around him. His presence had a commanding aura to it, but that only made him more attractive.

"I'm so happy I finally get to see you again," I said genuinely but I was worried it came off as too cheesy.

"Yeah, I missed you too. I was worried you wouldn't show up or something," he replied.

"Oh no, I wouldn't have missed this for the world. Besides, I also get to see how handsome you look all dressed up," I spoke softly and slightly swayed my body from feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Aw shit, thanks Tessa. For real though, it feels weird dressin' up like this," he said with a charming smile before continuing, "So, you wanna walk around and check out all the art with me?"

Another smile appeared on my face and I nodded enthusiastically. He turned to start walking and I followed suit. I was so happy to be around him, but I was surprised at how nervous I felt. After so much physical intimacy between us, I thought I would be more comfortable. Was he perfectly calm underneath his impressive body? Did his heart race when he was with me like mine did around him?

Even though we were simply walking around and checking out wonderful pieces of art, I couldn't help but feel more and more aroused the longer I was around Octavious. Before coming here I felt like I needed to cover up my body, but now I had an intrinsic desire to show it off to him. Once we stopped in front of a sculpture, I slowly moved my hands to my jacket and started to slide it off my shoulders, and down my arms.

Once off, I saw his head turn from the sculpture and his eyes immediately roamed across my body. His gaze devoured every curve and I saw a passionate fire in his eyes too. I didn't have the confidence to wear something so revealing earlier, but that was completely different now. It was like no one else existed in the exhibit except for him. Even though we were surrounded by beauty, I wanted his eyes only to be on me. In a way, I was being completely selfish, but I couldn't help myself.

While I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding in my chest, he reached out his hand and said, "Let me carry that for you."

Shyly looking away, I handed my jacket over to him and he quickly grabbed it. Moving it to his other hand, he reached out his hand again and for a moment, I was totally confused. Wait, was I supposed to give him something else? Did he want my purse too? Then it finally hit me and I felt so stupid. Slowly reaching out my pale hand, he wrapped his big, strong, dark hand around it and smiled at me. I blushed deeply and couldn't stop staring at his hand holding mine.

He walked away from the sculpture and I felt pulled along with him. I was still too embarrassed to look at him directly, but that meant I got to see the angry and jealous looks I got from all the other girls at the exhibit. I saw some of them whisper things to each other and giggle while staring at me and I could only imagine the hateful and mean things they were saying. It didn't bother me though. I was holding hands with the hottest guy here. They could be as bitchy as they want, but they would never be able to trade places with me.

Once I calmed down and became more comfortable holding his hand, I was all too happy to spend time with him. We walked around and saw so many pieces of artwork, even though I had to struggle to look at the art and not at him. We had wonderful and deep conversations about what the artwork was trying to portray and how we felt when we looked at it. I felt like I was on some sort of dream date. He was smart, insightful, and really funny too! Granted, his jokes were pretty bad, but I couldn't help but giggle and laugh.

After we walked most of the exhibit, I turned to him while still holding his hand and said, "So, which was your favorite?"

"I don't think they displayed my favorite piece at all," he said after contemplating my question for a moment.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know what, it's probably gonna be upstairs in the studio."

"There's a studio upstairs?"

"Yeah, it's where they hold some summer classes that I attend. There probably isn't anyone up there, so we should be able to check it out."

"Ok! Let's do it!"

Gripping my hand tightly, he turned and quickly started walking to one of the corners of the exhibit. Off to the side, there was a door that practically blended into the wall except for the door handle. He opened the door and led us both inside what seemed to be a stairwell leading up to a second floor. After walking up the stairs, we came to a long hallway that seemed to connect to various rooms. He led me to one of them and we stepped inside.

He definitely wasn't lying about this being some sort of art studio. There were various tables and art stations around the room with various pieces of art that spanned from just getting started to almost completed. There was so much art everywhere that it was hard to know where to look. I heard the door close behind me and I turned around to see Octavious walking up to me.

"So which is your favorite piece of art?" I asked

"I'm already looking at it," he replied in his deep voice.

I couldn't help but blush and look away again. To my surprise, he grabbed my waist, pulled me closer to him, and when I looked up at him, his lips crashed against mine. Even though I was a little surprised, my lips instantly reacted to his and I kissed him back deeply. My hands reached up and tightly clenched each side of his vest.

As I started to get lost in his soft lips, I felt him walk us backwards until my back gently thudded against a wall. Without breaking the kiss, his hands left my waist and grabbed my purse, and pulled it down my arm until it dropped to the floor. He then gripped my hands that were still on his vest and forcibly pulled them above my head and pinned them against the wall.

He broke the kiss and pulled his head back. His eyes glanced up and down my body and I felt so exposed and vulnerable. Normally, something like this might have scared me, but instead, I felt even more turned on. His eyes finally moved up and stared into mine, where I saw the same passionate fire from earlier. For a brief moment, we just stared at each other while I breathed heavily. I was breathing so deeply that as my chest rose and fell, I felt it strain against the tight material of the dress.

While I stared back at him in pure lust, he left one of his large hands to keep mine pinned above me, and the other moved down to my chest where he tightly squeezed my breast through the dress. A deep moan escaped my lips and I felt my body tense up from the pleasure. I immediately felt my nipples harden and press against the tight fabric that encased them.

He flashed me a playful smirk as his hand released my breast and I saw him hook a single finger beneath my dress, between my breasts. Without breaking eye contact, he strongly jerked his hand down and pulled the top part of the dress down, completely exposing my boobs. I gasped softly, then moaned loudly as his hand returned and squeezed the bare skin of my breast.

My body shuddered in pleasure while I felt his strong hand maul my naked breast. His warm touch felt so good against my soft skin. I leaned my head back against the wall and groaned while I pushed my hands against his. Not because I wanted to escape his grasp, but because I wanted to feel his strength overpower me. I loved how in control he was over my body and it made the situation feel that much hotter.

His hand switched from squeezing my bare breast to flicking my hard nipple and I gasped while my body jerked from the sharp pleasure. He pinched it softly and I moaned loudly. My legs started to shake from the jolts of pleasure spreading through my body. I didn't know if anyone could hear me up here, but at the moment, I didn't care. I didn't want him to stop. It felt too fucking good.

Letting go of my nipple, he cupped the bottom of my breast and I saw his head lean down to my chest. A moment later, I felt his mouth cover my nipple and felt his tongue flick it back and forth. My eyes widened in pleasure and more moans were unleashed from my mouth. Oh my god, what was he doing to my body? Why do my nipples feel so much more sensitive? There was so much pleasure coursing through me that my body felt unbelievably hot. My pussy was so wet that I could feel it soaking through my thong and I started to gently rub my legs together.

I felt his tongue stop flicking my nipple and instead he sucked it hard into his mouth. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. Suddenly, I felt him gently bite down on my nipple and pinch it between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with an explosion of pleasure caused a small orgasm to rip through my body. I spasmed in front of him and practically screamed out in pleasure. Fuck, he was making me crazy!

Once my orgasm began to calm down, I felt his mouth release my nipple and his hand trailed down my toned stomach, across my waist, and then reached down and pulled each side of my dress up and over my firm, round butt. His hand squeezed my ass hard before trailing along my upper thigh to my thong-clad pussy. He pressed his fingers against the thin material of the thong and rubbed the length of my pussy, causing my body to tense up from pleasure.

"Damn girl, you know how to dress to impress," he said as his eyes raised to look into mine once more.

I wanted to respond and say something, but I could only squinch my eyes in pleasure and moan as his fingers pushed the thong to the side and exposed my bald pussy. His fingers immediately ran along the length of my slit before a single finger easily slipped inside me. I felt unbelievably wet and I felt more of my juices leak out as his finger explored my tunnel. Part of me felt like such a slut, but I didn't care as long as I was his slut.

"Shit baby, you're dripping wet. You're just ready to be fucked by a big black cock," he said arrogantly.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, please. God!" I groaned out, lost in a sea of pleasure.

His hand immediately grabbed my thong and pulled it down until it slid down my legs and fell to the floor. He released his grip on my hands above me and I saw him quickly unbuckle his belt before he lowered his pants until they fell to the floor and he kicked them away. Meanwhile, I grabbed my dress bunched around my stomach, pulled it down my body, and pushed it to the side as well.