Outer Banks Portrait

I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events in my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the 'guilty.' They are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often extremely submissive in sex.

If you like kinky mature women I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn't like to help me improve.

I apologize in advance if my stories seem to be just a continuation of my life journal. Where possible I will provide a reference back to the story that provides the necessary background and I sometimes, to better frame the scene, include passages from stories I have previously published.

From my story OUTER BANKS - Marjorie

In the heat of the summer I enjoy my outdoor shower. Now with some remaining work to be done on my carport my shower only has privacy from the beach but only Marjorie might see me so when we returned I showered. I saw her on her deck watching.

At six when I climbed her steps she was on the deck painting. I looked and what she was doing was painting portraits of her grandchildren from pictures she had taken. Marjorie was a good artist! She explained that she would paint each child and if possible each family and send it to them as a souvenir of the weekend together.

I discovered something new. Marjorie, like me, when she invites someone to dinner, is really asking that they join her in preparing dinner. We cooked, we drank, we talked, we laughed and we ate.

Marjorie continued to be disarmingly honest to the point of being blunt. She told me that she had watched me shower and that she very much wanted to paint a picture of me. I asked, "Do you mean naked?

She did not hesitate. "Robin, I could be careful how I say this but why not just be honest? You have a beautiful body and I have lived a sheltered life. I would love to paint a naked full body picture of you a beautiful mature black woman." She waited.

When I did not reply she asked me to stand. She took her phone and took a picture of me and showed it to me. "See, you are beautiful!"

I smiled and said, "I never though of myself as 'beautiful', 'hot' maybe but not beautiful."

Marjorie laughed and said, "I didn't say you were not 'hot' but you are beautiful, let me show you."

I really had no idea what was about to happen but I did not have long to wait nor did I resist in any way..

Marjorie approached me and pulled my top off over my head. As she unfastened my bra the backs of her hands touched my nipples and set off a reaction. She was taking pictures as she took my clothes off. When I was completely naked she pushed me to sit in a chair and continued to take pictures some very intimate showing me each picture.

Only once before had someone taken pictures of me naked and I enjoyed watching the obvious physical reaction she was having. Her nipples were pushing hard to escape from her top.

I asked her if she would paint from the pictures she was taking. She said, "Oh, no. These pictures are just to prove to you how beautiful your body is. You will have to pose for me."

She was sitting right next to me and when I told her I would do it she put her hand on my thigh and leaned in and kissed me, a tentative testing the waters kiss.

I returned her kiss but I wanted more and stood and pulled her close. In an instant her top was gone and our breasts were pressing hard against each other.

~~

We were in bed and I was looking at the color differences in our bodies. My black skin against the brown of her tanned chest, arms and legs and the pale white of her breasts and hips was very erotic.

In her bed and I watched as she pushed my legs up and lowered her head between my thighs. I felt her hands pull my butt cheeks apart and her tongue explore me there.

Marjorie was delicious in every way. When my lips and tongue parted her labia and pushed into her the musk of her vagina was very strong, pronounced. Her fingers were in both of my holes and she was taking what she wanted while pushing herself and her clit against my lips. Suddenly she moaned and my mouth was flooded. Her juices did not have a particular odor or taste. She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me while licking me. I had never experienced a woman licking me before and I wanted more. I put my hand between my own legs and wet my fingers. I then put those fingers in her mouth. When she saw what I had done she sucked my fingers and used her own hands to push my fingers further into her mouth until she gagged.

A long very hot summer is ahead.

~~

OUTER BANKS -- Portrait

The clues were all there I just failed to connect the dots.

Marjorie invited me to spend a day with her on the beach at a nearby resort hotel where she intended to draw caricature pictures for free. Marjorie is a skilled artist and throughly enjoyed interacting with the children and their parents. Even though she charged no one for the service she still ended the day with several hundred dollars in tips.

When we returned, while there was still light, I posed. Marjorie took pictures, drew in pencil and showed me her work as it progressed. It was not at all what I expected. The camera was the tool she would use to select a pose we liked.

In one pose I am seated in a red lawn chair wearing only an unbuttoned men's dress shirt. Don't know where she found it but in the first pose the cuffs are unfolded. The effect of the cuffs was dramatic because unfolded they covered my hands completely. I had no hands! My face is turned away from the camera and in the resulting drawing.

In a second pose the cuffs are folded but instead of cuff links there are very ornate gold earrings. I am wearing a matching pair of earrings and my face is in profile to the camera. I determine and tell her I have cute ears.

In both pictures my left breast is hidden by the shirt but my right breast is somewhat visible. The shirt is positioned to cover most of that breast except for the breast in profile and a visible edge of my lighter color areola.

Marjorie takes pictures at different angles but seems to settle on an angle that shows my right breast nipple teasing the shirt fabric and the curve of my mons disappearing between my legs. I love that pose and tell her.

Marjorie explains that taking pictures before deciding on a pose allows her to get a good sense of the final painting.

Next pose..... I am standing in what she describes as a 'warrior' pose. My hands are on my hips holding the shirt, buttoned at the neck, back completely exposing both of my breasts. My legs are spread apart revealing my vagina and butt cheeks hanging beyond, against the white of the shirt. I think I look strong and yet sexy in that pose but smile and tell her that one breast is slightly larger.

Next pose.... Still the warrior pose but the shirt is gone and the picture is taken from behind. Again, I like it. It emphasizes the curve of my hips and I can see my breasts just swelling on each side of my chest. I love this pose because it shows my calf muscles. I look strong and I have a great ass.

Marjorie calls it a night and tells me she needs time to think about poses.

The truth is, I originally had in mind a realistic picture much like I had seen her do for her grandchildren, certainly sexy because after all I will be naked, but what I saw in her imagination began to reveal a different side of Marjorie. The poses so far were loaded with sexually explicit images and intent. Her hands while she set up poses were everywhere on my body. I was enjoying this.

The next day, in an attempt to contribute, I bring along my IPad to show her pictures a photographer, Jason, had taken of me a few years ago. I wrote about that in a short series titled THE PHOTOGRAPHER here on Literotica. Marjorie suggested that his pictures were far more erotic than what she had in mind. She commented that his work was borderline porn and asked me if I enjoyed having my picture taken like that. Of course I did and admitted it to her. We seemed to have crossed a line, Marjorie and I, honesty, expecting and receiving no judgement.

She asked me who the other woman in the pictures was and if I still kept in touch with her. I told her that Connie was married to a man and last I heard, a year out more ago, she was trying to make that work in Florida.

I asked her if she found Connie attractive and she admitted that she thought Connie, a true BBW was big in every way but still very attractive and sexy. I had opened a door with the question and Marjorie entered the room.

Marjorie admitted to once having a weight problem but still felt sexy and beautiful inside. She told me it happened after her first child was born. She gained nearly one hundred pounds almost overnight. She told me that it changed nothing, absolutely nothing, in her sexual relationship with her husband. He remained her biggest admirer and was constantly trying to get her naked and in bed. He was obsessed with touching her everywhere. A year later she had lost the weight but never forgot the feeling of humiliation of being rejected by her woman lover, Alice, because of her weight.

I told her that Connie was never 'petite' but put on a lot of weight because of stress with her hubby. I admitted that I loved sex with Connie, every inch of her, before she gained weight and after. She asked me to be explicit and tell her about it. I described how I could put my hands in the folds of her body flesh and how Connie reacted to being shamelessly touched everywhere with explicit verbal encouragement.

Marjorie smiled and commented that I felt about Connie the way Connie herself no doubt felt on the inside. I had treated Connie the way her husband had treated her. She told me, perhaps testing me, how it must have been very erotic to have Connie's huge thighs close around my head with my tongue searching for her clit. The dots were connecting. Marjorie was revealing her true sexual nature to me without the slightest hesitation.

Marjorie asked me about Jason the photographer. Was Connie married at the time? Did we let him? I answered honestly. We let him fuck us individually and once as a threesome. Her eyes widened when I confessed to letting him video it. Marjorie smiled and asked if I had the video. I let her watch it and as she did I noticed her hand drift between her legs. The video I knew revealed something about me that Marjorie and I would not have otherwise discussed. She asked about the way he in the video abused me.

I explained that for me, some pain, particularly near my most private places stimulates pleasure. Jason brought me to the edge, stopped then did it again and again. I was so so close over and over but he had me tied up and unable to do anything but beg him to let me cum. Then he switched and started spanking me very hard. The orgasm that followed was one that momentarily turned off my brain and allowed my body to almost convulse and experience wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. I confessed that this is the orgasm I am always searching for, hoping it will happen again.

The only person I have experienced this multiple times with was Beth. I do think I need to be somewhat emotionally invested to get to that level of pleasure. This has not happened in perhaps three years.

There is a catch to my ultimate orgasm. It has only happened under two circumstances. One with Beth where I think her skill at edging me and my emotional investment in her were the driving factors.

"Now Marjorie, you may not like the second circumstance but on more than one occasion I have experienced the 'ultimate orgasm', I laughed, when I have allowed myself to be dominated and physically abused. I have found ways to link pain and pleasure and that is the second way it happens. Beth also did that for me. She got it, understood me and the need."

Surprisingly Marjorie had nothing further to say but suggested we talk about another pose she wanted to try.

In this new idea I am on my hands and knees facing and looking right at the camera. My arms are spread apart so my breasts are very visible hanging from my chest. I am on a white sheet on the bed. Nothing else, just me, my black skin and gray hair on a white sheet. She laughs and calls it the 'lioness' pose. When I look at the first picture I love it. I am not looking directly at the camera but more upward toward it slightly above me. That allows not only my breasts to be very visible but the curve of butt and hips to be quite dramatic.

As I'm looking at the picture Marjorie drops a bomb, "Robin, will you let me try to give you that ultimate orgasm? It would meet needs I have too."

Marjorie does not wait for an answer but instead gets red lip gloss and has me put in on. She emphasizes that the red will set the picture on fire. She also has me paint the nails on my hands the same red.

I want to ask her what she meant when she said she had needs too? What needs? I want to ask but I don't.

White sheets, black skin, lots of it, and red lips. She again mention that she will take certain liberties with the green in my eyes in the painting.

Marjorie sends me home saying she has work to do.

We 'exercise' walk the following morning. We cover four miles pushing each other as much as possible. She says nothing about the painting or the orgasm challenge. When we return we shower outdoors and she washes me as I wash her. There is no such thing as a cold shower in the Outer Banks. Someone explained to me that they suspected that in the Carolinas the water pipes are not deep enough in the earth to really shield them from the heat of the day. There is however no real hot water line to the outdoor showers so it is still refreshing. I love the feeling of her hands washing me. She shuts off the water, turns and kisses me. As she takes a towel from the rack for each of us I'm thinking about that kiss. Not love, not sex, not passion, just an I can kiss you anytime I want kind of kiss. I like that. I like that a lot.

Marjorie invites me to stay and join her for coffee, she has something to show me. We are on the deck and she comes out with a covered easel. I'm sipping my coffee when she pulls the cover sheet off saying it's only a pencil drawing so don't judge it yet.

I look at the drawing then her then the drawing again, "Marjorie, there are no words. It's beautiful. My god is that me?"

She covers the drawing and takes it inside. When she returns, something has changed. She looks at me and says simply, "Robin, come inside. I need to fuck you now!"

There is a blur in my memory of the next moments. Marjorie has taken control and is taking my clothes off. She is not at all the same but rough and demanding. She pushes me onto the bed and almost before I can react she is on me and I am handcuffed. Those are real! Damn that FBI son of hers.

There will be no safe word today. Did I remember to tell her about my safe word? Oh fuck I didn't tell her about the safe word. It doesn't matter because she is putting a second set of handcuffs on my ankles. I'm going nowhere. When I try to speak to her she slaps one of my nipples rather hard, "Robin, shut up! You want this." She is stuffing my panties in my mouth.

Her hands are between my legs fingers in my vagina and my butt hole. I am wet already with anticipation. Majorie leaves the room and is gone for what seems like a long time. WTF is she doing? My wrists hurt. My ankles hurt. She returns naked.

She puts her face very close to mine pulls my hair back and says, "Now listen, I have wanted to do this since the first day we met. You just made it easy by telling me you like it. You just didn't know that I like it too did you?"

This is all role play right? Of course it is. I flash back to Jason. The peak of emotion with him was when I came to believe that he would let me drown in my own pool. For several long long moments I actually thought I was going to die.

But this is all role play. Right? Marjorie is holding something she took from the night stand. A vibrator? I'd like that I'm sure. I hear it buzzing. She pushes my knees apart and tells me to keep them that way. She touches my vagina and the vibrator feels wonderful and then it doesn't! My pussy is on fire. What the fuck was that? An electric shock? I moan. I can feel tears in my eyes. Marjorie is back in my face, "Did you like that you little slut? Do you want me to do it again?"

I'm unable to speak but I'm shaking my head no, please no. She smiles and this time the wand touches my nipple. The shock travels through my body and I feel it in my mons near my clit. I'm trying to pull my legs together but she puts the wand on my thigh sending the electricity up my leg directly to my center.

Marjorie stops and tells me she sees I am having trouble breathing so she is going to remove my gag so I can talk to her but if I scream at any time it goes back in.

I tell her right away that this is not the kind of pain I meant and ask her to please stop.

She is holding the wand on my thigh and moves it between my legs. I panic and struggle but there is no electricity. It's vibrating again. I thank her over and over and tell her how good it feels. After a short time I ask her to put it near my clit and let me cum but instead she pulls it away entirely.

I open my eyes and she is looking at me smiling. She leans in and kisses me, a soft deep I love you kiss. My tongue is between her lips when I feel it again. The wand has set my pussy on fire again and I moan, "Oh fuck, please don't. Please stop. It hurts so much."

Nothing happens for a moment then she is back in my face. This time she has the red lip gloss and is putting it on my lips roughly. When I try to ask what she is doing she is on the bed with one leg on each side on my face and she is lowering her pussy onto my face telling me to lick it.

She has leaned back and put her hands on my breasts and is using them as leverage to lift her hips up off my face and lowering them back down. Her grip is hurting my nipples. When I can I ask her to stop but she is just repositioning herself and telling me to lick her butt hole.

I feel a huge wave building. I'm going to have an orgasm but she senses it too and stops.

I ask her to let me go, let me cum but every time I'm close she backs away. I look over at her alarm clock and we have been in this bed for three hours. Every time I am close she senses it and doesn't let me.

She has raised my legs and is rimming me. It feels so good I'm sure she will miss the build up and I can cum but she has other plans. Just as she sees my breathing change she touches the wand directly on my clit and sends a shock into my very core. The orgasm is overwhelming. Wave after wave leaving me shaking and sure it will never stop.

~~

We are in the shower again. I'm sitting on the bench and she is washing me.

~~

I awake in my own bed and it is that time of day when it's getting lighter but the sun is not quite ready. I can smell coffee. When I turn my head toward the other pillow on the bed I can smell her scent. Marjorie has been here in bed with me. I am naked.

I get up and head for the coffee. Please be real! Black hot strong coffee. Good morning!

Marjorie is sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and has placed a cup directly opposite her. She is naked. She smiles at me and says, "Good morning baby! Have a sip and get your teeth brushed, you stink. We have a long walk today."

I look at her and ask, "Did you....."

She replies, "No baby but you certainly did."

When I return from the bathroom she is nearly ready. This was new and I just know there is a giant question mark on my face. She smiles and says, "FBI son's orders."

She has panties on but no bra. Strapped to her waist with the holster pointed down toward her vagina is what my brain is registering as a gun. She puts on the usual beach coverup a large men's dress shirt and it is gone. We never speak of it again but it is always there, somewhere nearby.