Dare To Be Wild (19 page)

“Okay. I'll say…uh…jellyfish!” She giggled.

“Perfect, now lay back and do exactly what Ahmed suggested—give into the night. Give into me.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she murmured, enjoying the high. “Make me feel good, Mitchell.”

“Oh, baby. That is definitely my plan.”

“Good, but close the door first.” She giggled.

“I will.”

Livia could hear the sound of feet walking across the carpet. The spacecakes and champagne were working their magic and along with her inability to sit or stand, her inhibitions were gone as well. The only plan Livi had for the rest of the evening was to enjoy her weed-induced listlessness, and take the opportunity to break through some of the limits of her reserve.

“You look totally edible,” he said before making his words come true.

Mitchell's hands spread her legs and she felt his thick, juicy tongue descend onto her waiting twat. Its broad side found her plump and awaiting clit and gave it several long licks before contracting into a stiff pussy probe and clit teaser. Livia's hips rose and pressed up against his face, making sure Mitchell could not break the delicious tension building between her legs. She was thoroughly enjoying the wet, sloshing noises emanating from below, when she felt a warm drizzle of oil on her nipples. Fingers complete with long, sharp nails gently tugged and clawed at her breasts.

In her heady high state, Livi's brain didn't immediately question how her body was being pleasured from both top and bottom. Her mind had gone back to the yellow chair in Naomi Maddox's house, but this time, she was one of the women and the man was watching her fucking and getting fucked. Feeling oh so naughty on this nautical adventure, Livia's imagination directed the soft porn movie while her body acted out the parts.

“You got some beautiful titties,” a soft, feminine voice off in the distance remarked.

Livia put her fantasy on pause and peeked out from under her blindfold to see Zoe Saldana's look-alike straddled across her chest. “I'm here to give you a massage.” The girl gave her a blurry smile as she reached up and began to massage Livia's shoulders before sliding her soft hands back to her breasts.

Before she could wrap her head around what was going on, the wet warmth of two mouths simultaneously licked at both her nips and her nib, silencing any protest and sending every sexy nerve ending in her body into a delicious frenzy. One set of lips sucked and tugged at her clit, making it grow longer and tighter, while another set did the same for her nipples. The sexy sensations traveled up, down and all around her body, exploding in a buildup of twat tingles that threatened to explode in a full-blown orgasm. Sensing that Livia was about to come, Mitchell backed off, allowing the intensity to ebb so the teasing could continue.

As the tension between her legs lessened, teeth bit down on her nipples, adding a flash of pain to the mix. Livia felt herself try to pull away, but the mouth latched on tighter and continued to suck, causing her pussy to laugh and clench. Liv gave into the rough pleasure, as a winning combination of soft hands and sharp nails rubbed and scratched their way down her torso.

The movie in her mind continued with scenes from the Maddox house mixing with visions of the dancers upstairs on deck getting nasty with each other, all as the mysterious man in the yellow chair watched and pleasured himself. Equally high and horny, Livi sought safe haven under the blindfold, allowing fantasy and reality to swirl together and raise the lust factor to a tumultuous level.

Gratefully, Mitchell's tongue began to pulsate against her nib, driving Livia to the brink of what was promising to be a monster orgasm.

“Oh yeah. Right there. Right there, just like that. Please don't stop,” she begged.

Cushiony lips journeyed their way across Livia's shoulders and up her neck. She detected the slight scents of jasmine and clove as a long, silky lock of hair brushed across her cheeks. “You really got some sexy titties,” her fantasy girl repeated. “Hot.”

Mitchell's tongue hit Liv's spot, causing her to suck in her breath and tense the muscles in her ass. Just as breath filled Livia's lungs, a lipstick-wearing mouth pressed against hers, and pushed a spicy tongue between her teeth. It searched the recesses of her mouth with a soft deliciousness that was addictive. Livia found herself damn near levitating, trying to stay connected by both mouth and pussy. One last suck of her clit and bliss burst all over Mitchell's face. In mid-contraction, she felt his head lift from between her legs, replaced with a stinging slap to her crotch. Livia's body went into shock for a microsecond before her brain pleaded for more. Again, a short, stinging slap was delivered, raising the intensity of her orgasm to a seismic level.

As Livi rode the wave, the kiss continued until the delicious turbulence in her body ceased. Every nerve, bone, and organ was crying out to be fucked. Liv reached up and took off the blindfold. Two sets of eyes stared back at her, their faces smiling with satisfaction.

The naked dancer, who apparently, Livia herself had unwittingly picked out to join them, knelt on the bed and began to simultaneously rub both her hairless pussy and Mitchell's stiff Johnson. An initial wave of arousal was immediately replaced by an even stronger surge of jealousy.

“Jellyfish,” she muttered.

“What?” the girl stopped to ask, looking confused.

Her absurd utterance had its desired effect. Mitchell immediately backed away while the dancer looked at her like she was outright crazy. Livia could not care less if the bitch thought she was crazy,
as long as she took her hands off of her man's dick—even if he, and it, were hers for only the night.

Livia excused herself and walked into the bathroom. Within minutes, she heard the cabin door open and close, her signal to return to the bedroom and satisfy Quincy's unrelenting demand for rock hard dick.

“Are you okay?” Mitchell asked, concerned that he may have crossed the line.

“Shhh. I don't want to talk. Just fuck me.”

“All good,” he replied as Livia pushed her body into his and the two thumped against the desk. As Mitchell lifted her onto the desk and she wrapped her legs around him, everything about her upbringing and moral code told her what she'd just done was bad, cheap and terribly wrong, but for some reason she didn't feel that way. Instead, she felt sexy and liberated and empowered. Livia let out a huge gasp of pleasure as Mitchell's latex-sheathed cock entered her still crackling pussy.

“Oooh, baby, your pussy feels so good,” Mitchell declared as he pumped her. Livia pushed up to swallow his dick in pink before giving it a happy squeeze with a well-timed Kegel.

Baby, no guilt here, not tonight,
Liv thought as her face broke out into a huge smile. She was damn near fifty, and for the first time in her adult life, she genuinely felt like a grown-ass woman!

O
n a beautiful fall Sunday, while the rest of the world was at church or lazing the morning away drinking coffee and reading
The New York Times,
Livia sat in her office at the bakery, busily revising and refining her plans for upcoming cake orders. Business was thriving and clients wanting custom designs consulted with Livia up to six months ahead of their event to allow for design and any revisions. While their actual cakes were baked the day before, decorative elements were often created weeks, sometimes months, ahead.

Her jaunt to the Caribbean, though well worth it, had put her behind schedule, forcing her to work the weekend in order to catch up. Livi's hand stayed on-task, tweaking designs that would eventually become frosted works of art, but between the squiggles and swirls, her mind kept racing back to St. Bart's.

She'd been home almost two weeks and not a day or night had gone by without one lusty vacation memory or another interrupting her thoughts. Livia's attention kept shifting from the monotony of now, to the monumentality of then. Blue oceans, tropical winds, and lots of amazing sex, sex, sex with a fine-ass young man!

Livia pushed aside Naomi Maddox's anniversary cake design and pulled out her crinkled and scratched-up fuck-it list. She loved the revised mess it had become. In her eyes, the circled, ad hoc additions, erasures and second-thought deletions were a testament to her growth as a bona-fide sexual woman.

Fuck It List

1. Buy and play with toys.

2. Vacation at a nude beach and go skinny-dipping.

3. Have sex on a boat

4. Get a sexy tattoo

Have phone sex

5. Sex with Kiss a woman

5. TBD act of outrageous sex (threesome)

5. Masturbate in ear shot of a perfect stranger getting off

6. Have a one night stand with a stranger

7. Have sex in a public place

8. Have
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sexy food play

9. Find and fuck Bobby Jeffries

10. Buy a yellow chair.

Livia went down the list and briefly relived each of her sexual accomplishments, remembering where she was and with whom at the time. She had to giggle. Initially, the plan had been to follow through on her promise by taking care of two and moving on. She'd approached each one reluctantly, willing to partake in the bare-bone basics in order to mark them off the list. But five months later, there were only three unfulfilled fantasies left on the page. Livia was amazed by just how many of her sexy desires she'd already managed to satisfy, and how confident and open she'd become in the process.

Yes, her time in the islands had been productive to say the least. After the nude sunbathing, skinny dipping, and jellyfish affair, things had moved along quite swimmingly. The first night with Mitchell had turned into a sexual trifecta, allowing Livia to cross out having a one-night stand with a stranger, sex in a public place, plus add the bonus phone sex activity to the mix. Night two together had been a windfall of sorts, allowing her to satisfy her fantasy of
making love on a boat, and garnering her, the “imagined but never thought it would happen” kiss from a woman, and the equally delightful and disturbing, threesome. Now, in addition to flying her freak flag, Livia's wonderfully bawdy activities with Mitchell had earned her the right to wave the “mission accomplished” banner as well.

Hot and sexy Mitchell. Both sets of Livia's lips twitched at his memory. Mitchell had gently led her to the limits of her passion and then gratefully showed her how to stretch them. He'd made so many of her listed fantasies come true, and in the process, created others that had sprung the hot and horny genie from her bottle. But now she was home and alone, and was left asking the questions: what next, and with whom?

Livia put down her list, opened the top drawer and pulled out Mitchell's number. She raised the St. Bart's postcard to eye level and for the hundredth time, examined his scrawled handwriting across the top,
Mitchell 917-785-5255.

Her mind took her back to the moment they'd said their goodbyes. He'd seen her back to the hotel from the yacht. Her hand in his, Mitchell had charmed her into letting him stay for what was left of the night. Worn-out from their evening, they'd immediately fallen asleep, fully clothed, and woken up to the bright light of the Caribbean sun, cuddling and spooning like an old married couple. Livia had once again been perplexed by their odd familiarity because as he'd done every time they'd hooked up together, Mitchell had managed to inject a sense of intimacy into the afterglow of their lust-filled evening.

He'd wanted to spend the day together and see her off to the airport later, but Livia declined. She needed to be alone—away from both Mitchell's and Quincy's influence. This time, guilt was not the culprit pushing him away; exhaustion and confusion were.
After such a life-slash-morals altering evening, Mitchell could not possibly stay for what was left of her trip because Livia needed silence and solitude in order to think through her situation and hopefully find clarity.

It had been a long and exhausting night of partying. Waking up, Livi was still pooped after hours of drugs, drink, dancing and debauchery. But more than tired, she was confused about sharing a kiss and a highly sexual moment with another woman. Confused about what that might mean about her, and of course, how it recolored her harsh reaction to Jasi and her bathroom tryst. She was also unsure about Mitchell. He was an intimate stranger about whom she knew little, except that he made her feel alive, adventurous and youthful in a way she'd never felt, even when she was young. He'd also made her feel safe and cared for. They had bonded so quickly and naturally, that even though Livia was fully aware, and at peace with the idea that Mitchell was nothing more than a delicious secret memory to take into her old age, there was something about their coupling that still confounded her.

“You're not regretting last night, are you?” Mitchell had asked, true concern etched across his face.

“No, I'm not regretting anything that happened on this vacation. Not even the jellyfish sting,” she said, giving him a playful wink.

“Good, because, baby, there is no shame to your game,” he said, standing at the door of her hotel room, gently brushing the curls away from her eyes. “I have never known a woman like you—one who is as innocent as she is wickedly nasty. You are truly the first woman I've met who makes that saying, ‘a lady on the street and a freak between the sheets' real.”

“Thank you, but it takes a special man to bring out the freak in a woman. So, trust me, you will not be forgotten anytime soon.”

“And you will forever be my fantasy, Quincy Charles. If the spirit
ever moves you, please give me a call,” he requested, grabbing the postcard from the desk and quickly jotting down his number and pushing it into her hand. “And I hope it does, because I'd love to see you again and help you finish your list.”