Naed Before Him

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750 Word Project 2025

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He was a nice guy who he a had a thing for being in control, which was perfect because I was a good girl who had a thing for being controlled.

For our first date, he took me to the Getty. Very civilized. Very intellectual. We wandered around the galleries chatting about art. I was dressed conservatively—ankle boots, black leggings and a baggy sweater—but there still was an undercurrent of sexual tension all afternoon.

We lingered before a Manet painting of a woman sitting nude on the grass with two fully-clothed men. Even though it was over 100 years old, it still had the power to scandalize. The woman in the painting was staring directly at the artist, boldly defiant in her nakedness.

“It’s an interesting juxtaposition,” my date commented. He was standing beside me, resting his strong hand against the small of my back.

Indeed it was, but not in the way he intended. He was referring to the juxtaposition of the male and female figures, but I was thinking of the juxtaposition of the woman in the painting with myself.

Later that evening I thought about that juxtaposition when I took off my clothes for him.

We were back at his apartment. There was no question at this point about whether I was going to sleep with him or not. I definitely was. The only thing we hadn’t determined yet was who would be on top—both literally and metaphorically.

He knew he had me really worked up—that I wanted it bad—so he was content just sit back and watch how things played out.

I looked straight at him as I took my clothes off, bold and defiant.

Gradually my conservative outfit accumulated in a tidy pile on the floor—my cute ankle boots, my modest black leggings, my pretty teal sweater, my lacy bra and panties.

I stood before him naked and unashamed, with my hands down at my sides, not trying to hide anything from his gaze—my pert little tits with their hard little nipples, the hairy tangle of my bush.

I wanted him to see everything. I needed him to see everything. I needed to see the desire in his eyes.

“Come here, little girl,” he said, gesturing for me to approach.

I came. It felt so good to obey him.

I knelt before him on the carpet with my knees wide open and my hands behind my head to show off my tits, totally exposed, totally vulnerable.

“It must be so hard for you,” he said, “Being a smart girl with strong physical desires. It’s so hard for you to stop overthinking everything and just surrender to the raw physicality of your body. I saw it in your face at the Getty. That’s what this is about isn’t it?”

I nodded, giddy with relief. He got it! He totally got it!

“Do you want to masturbate for me?” He asked. “Do you want me to watch you cum?”

I nodded again, more vigorously this time, emotion welling up in my chest.

“Yes ... please, sir ….”

He leaned back in his chair and tilted his head to one side. The message was clear: proceed then.

I snaked one hand down between my legs, threaded my fingers through my bush and lightly stroked the swollen lips of my pussy. I was already sopping wet from being on display.

With my other hand I cupped one breast and teased my erect nipple.

His eyes followed my every move. This is exactly what I wanted. The was exactly what I needed—to have my inner slut totally exposed.

I pressed two fingers against my clit and started to strum.

Can he see it I wondered? Can he see my impertinent little erection? Is it making his cock hard?

The soft sounds of sex filled the room, the wet smack of my fingers in my pussy, my whimpers and moans.

As my arousal grew, I got more shameless, and I reached around to stick a finger in my ass. I’d never let anyone see me do that before.

I started making more guttural sounds—deep grunts and chuffs that were totally at odds with the cool intellectual persona I presented at the Getty.

I utterly let myself go—all my animal instincts on display as I jerked and moaned before him on the floor.

Afterwards when we fucked, he was gentle and sweet, holding me tight against him as I dissolved into sobs.