The Beautiful Beast

Sitting on the edge of the black leather love seat, Carla’s thoughts start to scatter. She wonders if she was underdressed for the occasion, the polyester sky blue blouse synched at her waist, while her dark blue denim jeans pinched her thighs. She loved the ceremonial undertaking of making herself extravagant, but hated how it compromises her comfort. Her face felt heavy and caked up with foundation and her blood red lips twitched with the sensation of waxy substance that clings to her mouth.

Sitting in the living room Carla started too slowly take in her surroundings she notice his collections of paintings, nothing there she could recognize. Bold colors and harshly shaped figures meshed together in what seems to be abstract artwork. The paintings all framed with heavy wood seemed too completely cover his walls and some left deserted on the floor carefully stacked on the side of his desk.

The turn of the bathroom doorknob snaps her out of her trance. Her heart rate picks up speed as she hears his footsteps getting closer. She feels the strength of his presence behind her the scent of his cologne fills her lungs, descending the first pulse of her desire down between her thighs.

She felt him lightly touch her shoulder “Sorry for the wait”, he says.

“No problem” she replies in a soft voice.

“Are you ready”?

“Sure” as she tugs her jeans, trying to relieve some discomfort.

Ever since Carla took residence in her new apartment, she never really had taken notice of the book store around the corner until she saw Jonas. This store would have blended into the background of the quaint little neighborhood, if it wasn’t for the magnificent man that stood behind the display window. Fixated on his work, she watches closely admiring his commitment as he diligently organizes the display window for the new arrivals.
Carla stood there starring at him watching his movements silently trying to absorb all of him.

His slanted silver eyes were the first thing that captured her attention. There was almost an animalistic character about them that she couldn’t pin point. His facial features was very pronounced with a protruding brow, box like heavy jaw line and sharp high cheek bones. As perfectly symmetrical face was, his body seems to have taken another characteristic. When standing his shoulder seem too slightly slouch forward causing him to look a little hunched. His head seemed too large for his compact stout but built body, his arms a little too long for his height. Nothing about this man’s built or nature was delicate. Or that to be assumed only when you see him handling the books you could see a certain tenderness; he is not abrupt or forceful. Sometimes she watches him sip coffee and it sometimes causes her too giggle the way he approaches the cup ever so carefully. It was his kind nature she saw in his everyday act that draws her too him. The severe dynamic the man possess, she finds she must have.

When suddenly she noticed him looking directly back at her, with a smile and a gentle nod he acknowledges her presence: for a moment she just stood there stuck to the ground, then in an instant she grew startled at her obvious ogling and briskly walks away.

For the next week Carla used alternate routes to work, considering there first encounter she thought it would be best to avoid him. Walking up the steps of her building, Carla couldn’t wait to get the load off, she enters the apartment taking of her jacket, throw her keys onto her desk and goes into the kitchen. Pushes play on the answering machine listening for messages, takes her shoes off and sorts through the mail. Another long week passed and it’s finally Friday.

Wanting too start the weekend off right she begins with her ceremonial cleansing. Her skin feeling clammy with the accumulation of sweat and debris of the day, Carla proceeds to the bathroom. Shedding the layers of clothes she leaves a trail behind her discarding all the nonsense and burdens of her stressful day. Turns the shower knobs and let’s the water run, she waits for steam to emanate from the shower and steps in. Her body automatically relaxes once the water contacts her skin and she feels the tension ease off and trickles away.

She reaches for her detachable shower head and begins to lather herself, with her favorite bath toy she takes the opportunity to think of the store owner. Rubbing the soap against her full ample breast her nipples begins to harden. She starts caressing her bosoms and playfully tugs at her nipples. The throbbing of her nipples sends currents down her clit.

She imagines him starring at her with his steely grey eyes, watching her tease herself, sensing his eyes fixated on her, while she explore her body. Sensing her arousal, as she starts manipulating her clit lightly stroking it as she rest the nozzle against it applying more pressure to her meaty vulva. Her arousal grows her hunger for him becomes more demanding. Her breathing gets heavier and her muscles starts too tightens. She could see him concentrating on her movements, absorbing her excitement. She watches him through her half opened eyes, as she starts to buck against her hand. Her finger is now moving wildly as the water assaults her clitoris. She could almost taste the delicious nature of her orgasm overcoming her. Her eyes plead for permission to release her pent up desire he looks dead in her eyes and just watches her without blinking or even acknowledging her torment. Carla is losing the battle of self-control she is almost on the edge and she feels the strong need to let go.

Her body begins to tremble and contort. The pulsing rhythm of the water sends an electrifying sensation up her spine. She shifts her weight against the corner wall and spread her legs wider, displaying her moist pussy…She wants him inside, she needed him to see her desperation , exposing her vulnerability. Now thrusting madly against the nozzle threatening to rip it out of the wall. Muttering incoherent words she pushes her fingers inside herself and begins to groan. Her body begins to shake violently and Carla finally screams as she explodes reaching the ultimate height of her climax.

Drying herself Carla was stunned of how powerful her orgasm was. What concerned her more was that her appetite was not satisfied she still hunger for more. Her body ached from desire and is longing for more pleasure. Amazed by her new found strength, Carla is intrigued she walks into her bedroom and collapse on her bed. Hoping sleep takes over and while her desire ache her body needed its rest. As she lay back, she was indeed tired. Her eyes closed and she slept.