It's late November in London and freakishly cold. The snow is coming down and winter has really set in.
I'm in town for a showing of my photos
exhibition in a South Kensington Gallery. The owner, Nigel, asked me to show one of his collectors through
the exhibit. He assured me she's a serious art collector. I've got nothing better to do today. So if a stuffy English broad wants a private 'meet and greet' then so be it.
The door to the gallery opened with a tinkle of the bell. Nigel jumped up from his seat and hurried out to greet his client. I hung back a bit, wanting to check this chick out before I left his office
Entering the gallery, I shake the snow from my coat, glad to be inside out of the cold. Even though my black woollen frock coat is dramatic and covers me head to toe, it's still freezing outside. I slide the hood back and allowed my hair to fall in long chocolate brown waves down my back.
"Lovely to see you as always." Nigel greeted me.
"Nigel, how are you?" I slowly remove my gloves and scarf, stuffing them into my pocket.
"Well, and yourself."
"Couldn't be better. " I look around not seeing anyone else. "Am I early?"
"No. Perfectly timed as always. Let me take your coat."
Slowing, she undid the coat's buttons and slipped it off her shoulders. Black knee-high boots, the classy kind. Black tartan skirt and bright red low-cut v-neck sweater. Cashmere, I bet. Looks soft. The clothes scream class, but the amount of cleavage on show makes it highly sexy
"Do you feel like you're being watched?" I whispered to Nigel as I spotted his eyes looking through the gap in the door.
"I do believe you've piqued someone's interest." He replied "Make yourself at home. I'll put these in the office." He took my coat and bag. I looked up to see Nikki swaggering across the room.
"Rhiannon, I'd like to introduce Mr Nikki Sixx. Nikki, this is Rhiannon Christie, the collector I told you about." Nigel's so formal with introductions. A sign of good breeding no doubt.
"Pleasure to meet you." I held out my hand.
"Pleasure's mine." I replied shaking her hand and copping a look at her cleavage. Hope she didn't notice. She's not classically pretty but beautiful in a one of a kind way
.
I tried to hide a smirk as I saw him checking out my cleavage while he shook my hand. No big deal, noticed when he copped a look at my cleavage as he shook my hand. I'd be worried if he didn't. Not my fault if guys notice that I've got killer cleavage and I know how to use it.
I stared taking her around the gallery, explaining each of the photographs and the stories behind them. She laughed as I told her some of the strange and funny situations that arose while shooting them. She's an amazing woman; not at all what I expected. It's awful I know but, I couldn't stop staring at her boobs. She had a great rack.
My brain ran a million miles an hour with all the things I'd love to do to her. I fought the urge to push her up against the nearest wall, pull her skirt up, and have my dirty way with her.
I caught him staring at my chest more than once and was sure he's checked out my arse, too. Normally it would piss me right off, but I can hardly be upset when I've been checking him out as well. What I wouldn't give to push him into a corner and go to town on that body of his. It's a shame to hide all that great ink, so the shirt would be first to go, but then I'd head south to his pants. My mind is going wild imagining what he is packing in there.
Wait, what did he say?
"Sorry I was a 100 miles away." I shook myself back to reality.
"I asked if you are coming to the opening tomorrow night?"
"Wasn't planning on it, but a number of my friends will be here, so you'll be in good company."
"That's a shame. Are you sure I can't convince you to come?"
'
I'm sure you could make me come in all number of ways.'
"Would you like me to come?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, I want you to come." His eyes lit up and a cheeky smile spread across his face.
"Then it's a date."
"See anything you like?" Trust Nigel to time things so badly.
"Yeah, I did." I gave Nikki a long look up and down as he turned toward Nigel.
Nigel had caught me checking Nikki out and smiled, heading back to his office. "I see. Well just let me know and I will put the paper work together."
I felt like I was back in high school. This was an amazing woman and I wanted her in my bed. Hell, I wanted her in my life. I just didn't want to fuck it up. '
Dude, you're a rock star, you can do this.'
"Rhiannon, what are you doing now. I mean when you leave here."
"Nothing really. Tea might be nice." She smiled at me.
"Oh." Could I do tea? Hmm, Imagine it. "You want some company?"
"You? Taking high tea? Do you even drink tea?" She nearly laughed out loud.
He looked like I just shot him "Oh Nikki, I'm sorry I wasn't laughing at you. It would be lovely to have company." I took his arm and headed for Nigel's office. "I really didn't mean to tease it's just I got the most hilarious mental image of you in the tea room, and well, it's a little fish out of water. Forgive me."
"Fish out of water? That's not always a bad thing, is it?"
"Oh hell no!"
Well she was right. I wasn't just a fish out of water sitting in the tea room. I think I was a shark. It's strange being in a room and feeling so out of place when you're with someone who's
whose presence commands
the room. It was a major turn on. Sitting there sipping tea and talking about everything and nothing, I wanted to take her right there and then.
The idea of her as a proper English lady stopped me from making a move.
That was until she grabbed my thigh
and started sliding her hand over my leather pants, daring me to.
"Dinner plans?" I asked, praying she'd say no.
"Yes, actually I do."
"Oh." The disappointment heavy in my tone.
"But dinner is a long way off and I'm free for a few hours. What did you have in mind?" She smiled trying to hide that she knew exactly what I had in mind.
I grabbed her hand leading her out to the street to hail a cab.
"Your place or mine?"
"Mine. Hotels are so not discreet." She gave the cabbie her address and sat back for the short ride.
We pulled up outside a row of Georgian townhouses.
"Nice."
"Yes, they are." She replied like she owned the whole row
"They?"
"I own this one, that one." She pointed to the house two doors down. "And the one across that road and three to the right."
"You're kidding?"
"Oh, I don't joke about property." She opened the door and led me in.
"Family money?"
"No, it's all mine. Now I'd give you a guided tour but I'd rather take a tour of your tattoos."
Obviously a woman who knows what she wants and who was I to argue with that? I tried to take in as much of the place as I could as I followed her up the stairs but got distracted by the way her hips made her skirt swish with each step.
Ok ,I'll admit it I may have swished my rear a little more than normal coming upstairs. But a girl's got to make an impression. Right? As we reached the landing I felt his strong hands on my hips. His breath hot on my neck as he leant in and kissed the pulse point just behind my ear. I turned to face him. I pushed back hair hanging in front of his eyes.
"Beautiful." I whispered gazing into his eyes. Their perfect black rims intensifying their green colour.
She looked me straight in the eye and I swear she read my soul. She didn't flinch or hesitate as she took my face in her hands and kissed me. I've
been kissed a lot, but I've
never been kissed like that. She dragged off my coat and shirt as we continued to kiss. I slid my hand up under her sweater, I was right cashmere, pulling it up and over her head. Her black lace bra sat in stark contrast to her flawless white skin.
I quickly guided his hand to my skirt. I felt the zipper open and his hands pushing it over my hips till it fell to the floor. I stepped out of it as I undid his belt. We entered the bedroom, I was still fumbling with his zipper. I could feel him hardening as I finally got it down. Slipping my hand into his pants and around his hips, I settled them on his butt and started pulling them down.
"Shoes." He murmured, as he tried to step out of his pants. We stumbled toward the bed.
She looked amazing standing there in her knee high boots and black lacy bra and panties. I wanted her bad. I tore off my shoes, socks and pants. She stopped me when I reached for her. Placing
the heel of her left boot
on my knee, she unzipped the boot and slipped it off. I ran my hands up her leg and rolled down her silk stocking. She changed legs and repeated. I kissed her inner thigh. The silky smooth skin against my lips sent shivers through me.
I almost melted when he kissed my thigh so close to my pussy I could feel his hot breath against me. I drag him to his feet and removed his underwear. (Yes, Nikki Sixx does occasional wear briefs!) His hardness pushed against me as he pulled me to him.
Ok something 's wrong with this picture. I'm naked and she's still got her bra and panties on. This wasn't going to work. I fiddled with the clasp of her bra. You'd think I'd have a handle on these things by now but the fuckers still give me trouble in the heat of it all.
"Need a hand?" She asked between kisses. Letting go of my butt she undid her bra before I could answer.
She pushed me back onto the bed and I waited for her to climb aboard. I was confused to see her going to the bedside table. "What you didn't think I was going to get in to this without a little protection?"
Huh?
I was staring at the way her boobs fell now that her bra was off. It's a reassuring sign of natural boobs --Trust me fake don't do that. It wasn't until she threw the rubber at me that I realised what she meant. She stood
over me as I pulled it on.
Hands running through my hair. I pulled her close, burying my head between her breasts and breathed
in her scent--a flowery, spicy perfume meshed with her natural woman smell. Mmm.
I love the feel of his mouth against my skin. His hand skinning my ass as he removed my panties, then he slid back on the bed his cock hard and inviting. I straddled his hips and lowered myself on to him, corkscrewing my hips as his steely hardness filled me.
She lowered herself on to me. Her soft, wet, silky pussy was tight around my dick. She had a way of rolling her hips as she rode me that made her look like the most amazing belly dancer. I could have laid back and watched her move all day.
