"Welcome to my rooms! I do not invite just anyone into my private chambers. We make ourselves comfortable in here, and I prefer no clothes. As does Mark. This piece of furniture we are sitting on has been in my family for almost three hundred years. We call it The Lounge. It is a very unique piece, handmade by my ancestor after he arrived on the East Coast. It has passed down through the generations and has been enjoyed by many. I have a special attachment to it, and it to me. Come, sit with me and feel it's softness underneath you."
Sheraz had just stepped into the bedchamber of Izabel Lutein, erotica magazine magnate and one of the most alluring and mysterious woman in the area. Although she was just introduced to Izabel earlier that day, she felt very comfortable around her. Sheraz was 23 and still a virgin. She wanted to change that and Izabel had offered to help her with her "little dilemma." The catch, however, was Sheraz would not be told how the evening would unfold. She had been instructed to arrive in the bedchamber at a certain time. And now that she was here, she felt nervous.
Izabel smiled at her and patted the space next to her on the lounge. Sheraz grinned and sat down. She couldn't help but stare at the naked bodies displayed before her. Izabel was beautiful. Her skin glowed in the candlelight. She looked completely at ease with no clothes on, sitting next to someone she'd just met. The man lounging on the end, Mark, was also quite stunning. He reminded Sheraz of Greek god drawings from her college days. He had one knee bent and one arm casually resting on the back of the lounge. His muscles were chiseled from working out and the sight of his long cock hanging down made Sheraz blush.
Sheraz next looked at Izabel's erect nipples. The breasts were firm and round. A small triangle of pubic hair sat above her thighs. Izabel bent one knee a little and Sheraz couldn't help but peek to see if any hidden skin was visible. It was. She felt that her face was on fire from her blushing. However, her groin contracted at the sight of the glistening pink/brown folds suddenly exposed.
Izabel had turned to face her. She reached out a hand to cup Sheraz's cheek again, and then let her fingers fall down along her lovely neck and onto a breast. Sheraz was breathing heavy as Izabel cupped the tender breast in her hand, then strummed the blouse-covered nipple with her thumb. She kept her hand there as she moved to sit behind Sheraz.
The Lounge felt solid under Sheraz, full of history and mystery. It dulled her mind yet awakened her senses. A chill swept over her, but before she could comment, Izabel was wrapped around her from behind. She pulled Sheraz into her embrace as she kissed that long neck. Izabel's legs went over her thighs, her feet pushed down her calves. Her skin was warm and comforting. She ran her hands down Sheraz's arms, all the way to her fingers, and intertwined them with her own. Izabel pressed her chest and damp groin against Sheraz's back. She was excited at the touch of Izabel's hands on her body and she felt wetness between her thighs.
