Nadine St Ives - Part 3: Dick meets Massage Creep; Washing away the sin; Nadine's favourite position

Dick lay on the tiny single bed in a state of sexual catharsis. His body now limp and lax dissolved into the mattress. Nadine melted into his side. Her head resting on his shoulder. Her leg draped across his belly. A post coital coma had enveloped them both, wrapping them in a cocoon of sexual inebriation.

Nadine was the first to stir, rolling onto her back. She stretched her arms above her head, arched her spine and yawned luxuriously.

How about a bath to wash away the sin? She suggested.

Nadine hopped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, liberating a strawberry from the platter on the way. Soon, the sound of rushing water possessed the room.

Dick reclined amongst the cushions that had somehow managed to cling to the bed despite the earlier frenetic activity. He placed his hands behind his head and smiled to himself. It was a smile of plethoric contentment. He had just experienced one of the most gratifying sexual encounters of his life and now this domestic goddess was running him a relaxing bath. It seemed as though this voluptuary afternoon of sin and sensuality had much more in store.

The bathroom was large and marble clad. The bath tub was deep and accommodating. Nadine had run a steaming hot bath. The large mirror grew moist with condensation, reflecting the scene in the bathroom through a soft dreamlike filter. The vapours caressed their naked bodies, gently inviting them to partake in the warmth of the rejuvenating water.

Nadine and Dick were face to face. They were obligated to take several moments to ease themselves into the water. Each sighed indulgently as they settled. Nadine's pearly white complexion had taken on a rosy hue and her forehead had begun to dew with sweat. There was a tranquil silence complemented only by the sound of the gentle swish of water.

What kind of kind of porn do you like? Nadine asked. 

The question cut through the serenity and slapped Dick in the face. It was more of Nadine's indomitable spirit of jocularity. Her personality was wonderfully facetious and though slightly taken aback, Dick could not help but admire her for it.

I mean, what would be your top porn search? She followed immediately, as though the question needed clarification. 

Like most of the male species, Dick had retained his adolescent fascination with pornography. The miracle of the web and video streaming only strengthening his enthusiasm over time.

A short time later, Dick found himself seated before the writing desk. The MacBook before him and Nadine perched on his knee. The pile of garments on the floor had not been disturbed. They were both still au naturel; save the pairs of thick-rimmed spectacles they each wore.

Nadine crossed one leg over the other and pushed at the bridge of her glasses. She still retained the warm afterglow of the shared bath. She tapped away on the raised keys of the MacBook and brought up her favourite streaming porn site.

C'Mon Massage Creep. She chanted as if she were about to roll the dice at a casino table. 

She browsed the presented thumbnails before selecting the appropriate clip from the search results.
The scene began with a generically attractive young girl who had evidently found it necessary to be on her back and topless during an oil massage. Massage Creep was working the knots from her neck and shoulders. Nadine smiled and bit one of her fingernails as she watched Massage Creep edge closer and closer to the young girl's breasts. The girl shivered as Massage Creep brushed one of her erect nipples.
C'mon Massage Creep. Nadine urged the unscrupulous therapist. She forwarded the clip a bit. The scene had progressed now with Massage Creep cupping both generously proportioned and well lubricated breasts in firm circular motions. The girl was moaning slightly. Her eyes opening and darting at the camera.
Oh! Nadine exclaimed on delight.

She looked straight at the camera! Nadine stifled a fit of giggles. She seemed to be deriving far more enjoyment from the limited production value than the intended effect of titillation. Dick consumed his pornography solely for the purposes of the latter.

They watched on together as Massage Creep, didactically instructing the young girl into the most optimal position to relive her tension. Nadine skipped forwarded. Massage Creep now had the unsuspecting girl on her back on the edge of the table. He was throwing his hips vigorously at the girl as his cock disappeared into her young vagina. He had obviously convinced the young girl of the therapeutic benefits of a deep vaginal massage. The scene was a cacophony of oil and flesh.

With each thrust, the girl was exclaiming, oh such a deep massage! Periodically, the girl would glance directly at the camera, a questioning look on her face before turning away abruptly; presumably receiving some off-screen direction.
Nadine rolled back on Dick's knee in a gleeful fit of giggles. It was infectious. They giggled together in front of the computer like school children. Dick laughed in amusement as much from Nadine's enjoyment as from the clip.
Come on. She said suddenly.
I want you inside me. She whispered in her soft tone as she took Dick's hand and led him to the bed.
She lay down flat on her stomach.
This of my favourite position. She told him.

Nadine's contoured elegance was on full display. The gentle inverse curve in the small of her back. Her diminutive waist line contrasting a provocative set of hips.

Using his arms, Dick propped himself above her. She pursed her tail bone, increasing the angle of her hips and inviting him to penetrate deeply. Dick probed up and down the vulva. Nadine helped him in his search. One hand disappearing beneath her body, guiding him into her sweet calyx. Her other hand clawing at the sheets as he entered her.

Dick kissed the back of Nadine's neck and nibbled at her ear. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together tightly forming a blissfully snug fit around Dick's member. He felt huge inside her. Euphoria set in as Dick began the thrust more vigorously. Nadine's guiding hand had remained beneath her as she began to supplement her own pleasure; fingers gently grinding on her own clitoris. The friction was intense as the area between Nadine's thighs became heavily lubricated with her own juices.

Though thrusting vigorously, Dick held on desperately, sensing Nadine's pleasure was reaching it's climax. Her elevated moans of pleasure were a harbinger of her impending orgasm. Nadine came first in a great fervor of moans subsiding into laboured panting. This pushed Dick over the precipice and he came hard at the peak of a long and lasting thrust. The sublimity of blissful disgorgement savoured by both to the very end.

Knowing Rose Parker

So am I going to be reading about myself? Rose asked as she lay languid, flat on her belly. Her chin resting in her palms as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her hair was dark, long and luxuriant with a soft and silky texture. She gracefully flicked the strands to one side and they cascaded down her shoulder, falling in ebbs and flows amongst the folds of the crisp bed linen.

You may have to wait a little while. I'm sorry, but I struggle with words sometimes. Dick replied.
Really? But you seem so... confident.
This... Dick motioned in his own general vicinity, pausing as he searched for the words.
This is different. Dick added in an annexed fashion.
The Dick that existed behind the closed doors was not someone who existed in the real world.
Who was he? Dick thought to himself. Was he really the calm and collected individual prone to bouts of loquaciousness in the company of beautiful women? Women like Rose? or was he really the painfully introverted science fiction geek of his sexless youth?
Dick pushed these probing internal reflections to the back of his mind.
All issues a good therapist could sort out at a later date. Dick thought to himself.
For now, the exquisite creature before him deserved (or demanded rather) his full and undivided attention.
I am someone else when I am here... behind closed doors. Dick offered. It was the best he could do when forced to think introspectively.
I understand what you mean. I'd get fired in an instant if the firm ever found out I did this. She empathised.
Her honesty was sobering and all at once Dick understood that the girl before him probably didn't exist in the real world either. A libertine goddess with a clandestine occupation beyond her regular nine-to-five. She existed only within the boundaries of the hotel room as did Dick. But for now, the unreal version of Dick and unreal version of Rose were sharing the same wavelength. And Dick liked it.

Rose was disarmingly chill and it made for sparkling conversation. It was as if she was casually strolling through the rooms of her private life, opening windows and doors. Inviting Dick to take a peek. Through the interstices of the persona that was Rose Parker, Dick caught glimpses of a sophisticated young lady of exceeding confidence and keen intelligence. He was in awe that such endowments could come wrapped up in such a sinfully seductive exterior.

Dick on the other hand, despite his advanced years, was almost callow by comparison. In the real world, he had the uncanny natural ability to make women feel uncomfortable. A painfully introverted personality combined with the unquenchable desire for coitus can make for the most interesting of social scenarios.

However, things were different with Rose Parker. Their engaging conversation revealed a surprising degree of mutual interest and this seemed to make all the difference.

Like Dick, Rose was a bibliomanic. A prolific reader who inhaled literature like oxygen. And it showed in her good diction. She preferred the old-world charm of page-turning over the new-world of e-reading. She sited To Kill a Mockingbird as one of her all time favourites. A novel that Dick also treasured.
I want to have a child just so I can name him Atticus. She proclaimed proudly.

Dick had to admire her intellectual jocularity.
He prattled off a list of his own favourites and when he finally named one that she hadn't already consumed, it happened to be one that Dick was currently re-reading. He dove into his backpack and returned with his paperback copy.
Please take it. He said offering it to her.
It was a copy of A Confederacy of Dunes. A cleverly witty novel that Dick adored.
I can't take your book! She guffawed.
Dick insisted, knowing how someone who loved the written word as much as Rose did would appreciate it.
She finally accepted the gift, hugging it to her chest. She smothered Dick with a volley of kisses.
Oh thank you! I just want to snuggle up and read it right now! She gushed with excitement. 
Her joyful show of appreciation at such a minor display of generosity warmed Dick to his core. He was glad to be able to gift something so succinctly appropriate for Rose. And the thought of a little piece of himself occupying Rose's bookshelf bought him an immeasurable amount of pleasure. In that moment, he found the desire to smile irrepressible. He beamed as Rose affectionately sidled up next to him.
You are such a surprise. Rose said to him.
Dick blushed a little. He hoped Rose had not noticed.
A good surprise I hope. Dick bantered.
Yes. A very good surprise. She responded.
Am I what you expected? Rose asked.

You are far beyond anything I ever expected. Dick said, cringing slightly at his own cloying sentimentality.

For the days that followed their fateful rendezvous, Dick found himself smiling subconsciously. And when he caught himself, he found that Rose was occupying his thoughts.

Dick thought back to Rose's question. It had taken him a few days, but Dick had discovered that Rose was everything he never knew he wanted.

Nadine St Ives - part 2: Dick has his mind blown

Kissing Nadine, Dick felt as if he partaking in some rare delicacy. He savoured the taste of her and the softness of her lips. As comfortable as she was with conversation, Nadine was equally comfortable with the intimate art of the kiss.
She reached over Dick, removing her glasses and placing them on the nightstand. He could not detect any trace of perfume, but she was trailing a pleasant fragrance of soap and water.
Nadine stood with her back to him, coyly dipping her nose below her shoulder line giving her neck a long, graceful appearance. She peered back over her shoulder at him. Her piercing emerald eyes sending Dick a silent invitation to defrock.
The zipper ran down the back of the dress, tracing the sleek contours of Nadine's spine. Dick pulled at the zipper and the dress began to melt apart like a hot knife through butter. Between the parting fabric Dick spied more of Nadine's milky complexion and the rear clasp of a red satin bra. The dress slipped off Nadine's shoulders and dropped to the floor in a puddle around her feet. Beneath the sexy corporate attire, Nadine sported a pair of red satin panties matching her perky red bra.
There was as supple yet delicate quality to Nadine's body. A diminished waist line gave her a svelte hourglass figure and a set of hips that could cause traffic chaos. Her cool detected beauty was architecturally purposed for seduction.
The red hot lingerie joined the rest of Nadine's disposed garb on the floor giving it the appearance of being set alight. Dick's clothes soon added to the growing bundle as the pair began the first tentative steps in an exploration of each others anatomy.
Dick lay supine with Nadine astride him. He had not occupied a single bed since his sexless adolescent years. Had it not been for the beautiful red head straddling him, the experience may have been considered nostalgic.

With Nadine's erogenous nether-region grinding on him and her deep french kisses, the sexual fervor escalated quickly.

She drew herself up into a cow-girl position before dismounting. First placing one knee and then the other between Dick's knees, wiggling a crawl-space for herself between his legs.
He watched as Nadine, holding the base, carefully spat onto the head of his penis. She allowed it to ooze a little down his erect shaft, like some sweet viscous syrup off a honey dipper, before applying it to the full length with soft caresses of her hand.
With slightly parted lips poised just above the apex of Dick's penis, she peered up at him, engaging Dick in a hypnotic knowing gaze. Her emerald eyes spoke of the erotic pleasure she was about gift. Dick's heart quickened at the thought. There was a rush of blood which further engorged his already incredibly hardened member. The anticipation very nearly bringing proceedings to a abruptly premature ending as Nadine gently slid the cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped wondrously around the diameter of his shaft. He could feel her warm tongue sliding down the ventral underside of his cock as she slowly descended and then returned. Those engaging eyes did not break contact the entire time. Dick held on desperately, saved only by Nadine's mercifully indolent paced strokes.
Mouth and hand combined in a seamless swirling motion up and down Dick's shaft. She paused intermittently to apply more of her natural lubrication. Dick's cock began to glisten with Nadine's saliva as she interchanged between strokes of hand and mouth. It was a brand of fellatio Dick had only known in adult films.
Dick could feel the very skin of his cock stretch under the strain of his own erection. Such was his state of arousal. He dropped his head back onto the soft pillows, breathing yogically in a concentrated effort to avoid an premature orgasmic explosion in Nadine's mouth. Nadine, for her part was relaxed, unhurried and meticulously assiduous with her unique oral style. With her mouth full of Dick's cock, she emitted a sensual purring "Mmmm".
Swapping positions, Dick descended upon Nadine's enticing vaginal region. It had a pristinely smooth and clean shaven appearance. An exotic delicacy Dick could not resist. He ran his tongue around the edges of her labia and ticked the clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue, sending little shivers through Nadine's body. Above, Dick could see that Nadine had her eyes closed, seemingly in a concentrated trance. She moaned softly as Dick delicately worked the edges of her vaginal boundaries. In a change of pace, Dick gave Nadine a slow firm lap from her perineum all the way to the top of her clitoral hood. He circled back to the opening, giving the clitoris a gentle flicker along the way, before plunging his tongue into her opening and launching into a full-blown tongue fuck.
Nadine Ohhh'd and Mmmm'd up above at Dick's oral efforts. However, in abrupt mercurial change of mood, she reached down and pulled is face from between her legs.
I want you to fuck me now! She said in her cool placid voice.
Dick resurfaced above Nadine. She drew her knees upwards to facilitate entry. He kissed her as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of Nadine's vulva, feeling his way towards her tender vaginal opening. He kissed her deeply as he slowly pressed his straining cock into her. She broke lip contact momentarily to draw a quickened breath as she felt the bulbous head of Dick's cock penetrate inside her. Dick continued to slowly press into her. However, as if unable to restrain her yearning any longer, Nadine grasped Dick's hips firmly with both hands and pulled him deeply into her vagina.
Oh fuuuck! Nadine exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, Dick and Nadine breathed heavily into one another. Dick pressed himself into Nadine. He was at full penetration. He gazed into her emerald eyes as he kissed her deeply. This is what Dick imagined regular couples called making love. It was an intense, visceral sensation rather than mere titillation.
Nadine did not relinquish her hold of Dick. She continued to guide him in prolonged regular thrusts. Her thighs tight against Dick ribs.
The pumping became vigorous as did the sensuous sounds of pleasure. Nadine's sweet stifled moans intermingled with Dick's labouring tones. The air became thick with the symphony of sex and humid with carnal passion. The sexual energy was palpable. 

The orgasmic pressure built until Dick finally came with a climactic nova eruption.

Nadine St Ives - Part 1: An audience with Nadine St Ives (November 2013)

Dick found himself in a modern-style room filled with straight lines and defined edges. The far wall was almost completely glass. The window allowed plenty of natural light to stream through, however, it framed a rather vacant grey wall out in courtyard. The reflected dullness of the wall reproached the cheerful sunshine outside. 

Inside, some oddly jarring artwork hung on one of the walls in a strange juxtaposition which unbalanced the room. Opposite, there were two single beds separated by a nightstand.

Dick sat in an armchair in the corner. Nadine stood by the bureau. She was wearing a simple yet attractively body hugging dress which would have been at home in any corporate environment. Cutting tastefully below the knee line, the dress was two toned with a monochrome pattern on the front and solid black on the back. It was a contrast to her milky white flesh and flaming boy-cut hair.

Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? She spoke with a soft, genial voice.

Dick thought he detected a slight accent which he couldn't quite place. It was definitely Australian, but there were inflections of sophisticated proper English.

Gastronomy was far from Dicks thoughts at this particular point in time. He was much too stimulated by his surroundings and by his gorgeous companion. 

He said he wasn't hungry, but invited her to get something for herself.

Nadine picked up the receiver and placed an order. She stepped out of a pair of precipitous heels as she spoke and peddled in a cat-like fashion on the carpet.

Dick took the opportunity to appreciate Nadine's form. The fitting dress was an allusion to a sexy ectomorphic figure beneath and Dick could not help but ogle her while her attention was diverted.

When Nadine was done, she came over to join Dick. Nadine sat on the bed opposite him. Their knees close to touching. She crossed her long creamy skinned legs. Her skirt hitching up slightly above her knee. A serendipitous brush of her ankle against the inside of his calf sent an arc of excitement running up Dick's leg and tingling up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

She gazed at him with eyes of jade from behind thick framed tortoise shell glasses, not unlike Dick's own. There was an element of geek about her and a seriously sexy librarian vibe. 

Dick fought through his psychosomatic nervous mutism to engage in some entertaining ice-breaking conversation. Nadine was engaging with her pithy observations and jocular tonality. She invited him to appreciate the non-vista beyond the glass and even pointed out the peculiarities of the incongruent art adorning the walls.

She was charmingly self deprecating, professing herself a Queenslander then declaring that they were not "her type of people". She leaned in slightly and whispered this last part as if sharing a secret. 

Nadine also revealed that she was currently supporting a disco fetish. Soon, the sounds of Chic, her favourite rock-disco band were filling the room. 

The hotel staff came and went, leaving a collection of cheeses, fruit, crackers and a bottle of South Australian Cabernet Sauvignon. Selecting the appropriate glasses from the bureau, Nadine poured the wine and offered Dick a glass. Dick shifted to the bed and the two clinked glasses and sipped.

Long before they even touched, Dick had a good feeling about this hastily organised impromptu rendezvous. To Dick, she was something exotic. Far removed from his typical Eurasian fare. Disarming simply by way of her natural being. The nascent sense of arousal was undeniable. 

Dick smiled inwardly. It was going to be an afternoon delight.