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Today was the beginning of another slow week at the office. I worked as Secretary to the Managing Director for small Advertising Agency here in Barbados. My boss, Mr. David, had left for vacation last week, a two-month vacation. I generally loved when he was absent, for I had little or no work to do as I was his Personal Secretary and not the Company Secretary. But that was only when he was absent for a day or two, not two months.

We were just into week two and I was bored out of my mind already. In times like these, I sometimes didn’t even come to the office, but today being the first working day of the week, I decided to come in.

* * This was to be, in ways that I did not know then, an important decision. * *

Around midday I received a phone call from a woman by the name of Nasma Sharp. She called concerning her daughter Ava Sharp who was a contestant for the Ms. Barbados title in the next three months. She wanted me to be the Chaperon of her daughter for that show. I told her I would have to meet with her daughter before I can make any commitments and we arranged a lunch date for the following day.

Apart from this work that I do here as a Secretary, I am also into the modeling world. In my younger years I was a model, most of my modeling career was here on the island. I’ve done countless fashion shows and also entered a few pageants, claiming six crowning titles, Ms. Barbados being one of them. That one I gained at the age of twenty. I am now thirty-nine and my modeling days are long gone. What I do now, and have done for the past fifteen years is act as Chaperon for the girls entering various pageants upon their request or the request of their parents or even the Organizers of whichever show it was. The role of the Chaperon was to get the girl fully ready for the show. This included just about everything. From soliciting necessary sponsorship to ensuring that she got her rest. Organising for her outfits, her hair, practicing her walk, her smile, her speeches, her performances, photo shoots. Ensuring that she got everywhere she needed to be and on-time. I took over the role of their mothers in a time like this. In extreme cases, telling them when to go out and what time to be home. As I said, it included *everything*. But it was something I enjoyed doing, working with the girl and passing on my knowledge thrills me the most and my best reward – apart from my fee of course – is having them gain a title. These things always excite me and as I headed of towards the restaurant the following day. I felt like I always do, like I am the one signing up to take part in the show.

I got to the restaurant around ten minutes earlier than we were scheduled to meet. I headed over to table 7 as had been arranged. Ms. Sharp wasn’t there as yet. But I asked the waiter to bring me a glass of fruit punch. This particular restaurant made the best punches and it was always a drink of mine when I dined here. I sat going through the menu, for lack of anything better to do, when I was interrupted by a voice.

“Good Afternoon. Ms. Grier?”

I looked up and there was this gloriously, gorgeous young girl standing above me.

“Yes. You must be Ms. Sharp. Please sit.” I smiled to her and was greeted with one of the most stunning smiles I have ever seen. It was warm. It was welcoming. It was pleasant.

As she sat I noticed a few more of her great attributes. She was slender, but my no means was she *bony* as many models often are. She had an ample bosom for her size and what many refer to as ‘Caribbean hips’. She appeared to be about 5’10,” possibly a tiny bit more and to top it all off she had a head of long, thick, flowing hair. She had – for lack of a better phrase – a ‘fresh’ look about her. I took to her instantly.

“So, I hear you’re vying for Ms. Barbados. How prepared are you?”

“Not very. I was only approved after signing up, last week, and so I’ve turned to you.”

“I see”

“Yes. I’ve heard that you have a great history in the modeling field, not just for yourself, but with the girls you’ve worked with as well. I know that many have won titles and I want to be one of them” she said

I smiled. “Quite great praises coming from a young lady like you. I see you’ve done research. She smiled at my statement. “By the way how old are you?”

“Just turned nineteen” she said with a proud tone in her voice.

“Something tells me you hated being eighteen.” I said laughing.

“You could say that again., because although I *was* eighteen and considered an adult, everybody always went ‘but you’re *just* eighteen’, and I hated it. I never got to do the things I wanted to do.”

As we spoke another thing that drew me to her was her eyes. She had a pair of striking eyes. They seemed to smile with her when she did, frown when she frowned.

Without even seeing the other contestants, I was ready to believe that this girl was a winner.

The waiter came over and we ordered.

“Trust me Honey, we all went through it.” I said smiling at her complaint. She seemed so relaxed and easy to talk to. It seemed that she was able to express herself freely. This was a quality that some girls lacked. They may be able to sashay themselves down a runway, flashing brilliant smiles, but conversations with them seemed forced. “So, what do you have in mind for the show?”

“Well.. I don’t know, not really”

“My first tip as your Chaperon, avoid the opening “Well” when you’re talking to someone.”

“Okay” she paused “What I do know, is that I want you to do my gown.”

“Ahhh..” I said smiling. “So you really have done some research”

I also designed and created evening gowns. Although I’ve never considered it to be by any means a ‘profession’, I’ve done it as far back as my own gowns for different shows. The money was very good, but I considered it more of a hobby.

“Yes, I have.. and I know you’re the best”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get into politics?. You talk a good game Ava” I said with a smile “Might I call you that?”

“Ofcourse. I’m serious tool. I need you to do my gown.”

“Wonderful.” Now lets discuss the ever-so-important; money. What sort of funding do you have already?”

“W-” I looked at her sternly, knowing what she was about to begin with. She immediately picked up and continued “As it stands, the Committee is giving us some money, I don’t know how much, but some. Apart from that I am not sure of anything else.

“okay darling, don’t worry your head. I’ll contact the organizers of the show and get an idea of what’s happening. Up front though, my usual charge to design and create the gown is $2,500.00. That could fluctuate. It depends on what’s the theme of the show. My Chaperon service is $2,000.00. But you need not worry. Once we gain sponsorship for you, everything will be covered.”

“As I said earlier, you’re the best and I’m okay with whatever you say.”

I smiled to myself. My, my. Isn’t she a charmer?

“Okay. We have three months. That’s enough time to play with. In the next month we’ll set a financial foundation for you. Following that we’ll work on your modeling and your talent and in the last month, we’ll do the dress.”

“Sounds like a plan” she said smiling.

The waiter brought our food and we began to eat. During the meal, I asked her about herself, trying to get a feel as to what type of person she was, the things that relax her, the things she enjoys. I was trying to paint a picture of her in my head. The perfect setting, with the perfect gown.

As we were finishing the meal I said to her “Okay Ava, give me about week to come up with an outline for the show, and to get some feedback on sponsorship. I’ll most likely have a sketch of the gown for you then.”

“Great. So soon?” she asked. You heard the excitement in her voice.

“Yep. How about Saturday afternoon? My place.”

“Saturday it is”

I gave her the address to my house and asked her to bring her parents along.

“nice to meet you Ms. Grier.”

“Same here Ava.” We stood, shaking hands before we left.

I was anxious to work with her on the show. I usually was, but something about this girl held me. Something I couldn’t place my finger on.

* * *

Getting back to the office, it appeared that much hadn’t changed. I didn’t expect it to. It was still a slow day. I sat at my desk. I looked through the directory and found the names and numbers of persons on the Organizing Board for the Miss Barbados Pageant. I got in contact with one, Mrs. Newman. I introduced myself to her, explaining who I was. We got into talking about the show, in which I learned some more about the show. As usual the winner of the show would move on the Ms. Caribbean Pageant in the next few months and then Ms. Universe next year. This years show had a Caribbean theme and the girls were to portray something that would depict “Caribbean Splendor” as the theme was.

Hmmm… Caribbean Splendor. It had my mind spinning already, coming up with vivid images of gowns for the show.

She went on explaining that it was a total of twenty-five girls. They would compete in Swimsuit, talent, evening gown categories, and then be broken down to a final five. She also informed me that each girl would be given $2000 and that they were to come up with the rest to carry them through the show. They would be given swimsuits as they will all wear the same piece. The ultimate prize, apart from the title, would be a BMW 525.

‘Wow!! What a prize’ I thought. Why didn’t they have that in my day.

There was also going to be a general meeting for the Girls and their Chaperons/Managers two months prior to the show where they would be briefed on the full running of the show.

I thanked her for her assistance, and me being the one to always believe ‘strike while the iron in hot’ I Went right into preparing a list of persons from whom I can solicit sponsorship.

I came up with a fabric company, a jewelry company, a clothing company, a Shoe store, a hotel and a couple banks. They were all businesses that I had worked with in the past. I had a good relationship with them and I didn’t think I would have many problems if at all any.

I completed my day at work by sitting back at my desk, returning to Solitaire. A few telephone calls came in, but nothing major.

At the end of the day I packed up and left the office. I went directly home. Getting there I immediately went to my desk, putting pencil to paper, remembering her shapely, beautiful body, imagining how the dress would fit. After a few trials and errors. I came up with the perfect sketch, of what I pictured. Having the base of the gown. I set it down. Deciding to work on the detailing another time.

I looked up and realized that the only source of light in the house was the one from my workstation. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late as I worked.

I went to my room, changing as I went.

I lived in a two-bedroom house, except one wasn’t bedroom. I had converted the larger of the rooms into my work area. My computer/workstation to one corner, sewing machines and table to another and my treadmill and workbench in their corner.

The kitchen was small and simple. The better parts of my house was the living room and the verandah . They were relaxing and homey yet at the same time had an air of sophistication – or so I was told. The living room was covered in a plush brown carpeting, with lovely beige leather sofas. I remember them being a ‘thank you’ present from one of the girls I worked with, who later became Ms. World. The verandah was long and spacious, but for a few wicker chairs.

My life, as it stood was basically work and the occasional show or wedding or some other event that I did a gown for. Outside of that, there was very little. I didn’t go out much. The occasional stop at a bar, of course, but I couldn’t remember the last time I went to a party. In my latter teen years I as at party every week, I was now thirty-nine and I guess as you grow older, you grow out of it.

I also hadn’t been in a relationship for quite a while. My last partner was almost a year ago. Desiree was wonderful girl and I missed her. Our relationship was a great one and of course, as a key element in most relationships, the sex was wonderful. She was a great lover, very passionate and ohh very kinky. We spent much time together but that was before she had to leave the island. She had family abroad, and I understood that she wanted to be with them. We still kept in contact and ever so often I would think back to the good times we had and would miss her terribly. My drawer filled with strap-ons, vibrators, cuffs, gags, lotions and various other stimulators and toys served as a constant reminder. My vibes were often used, but the rest sat in my drawer. Finding another partner was difficult. See here in Barbados the ratio of straight to lesbian women was in my mind, somewhere around 100:1. Not only was that the issue, but such relationships were still closeted, as it was not commonly accepted by all.

The best bet in meeting someone was at the only gay bar on the island, and that often proved futile as many of the ladies there was only up for ‘fun and games’. I wasn’t looking to rush into a relationship but at the same time I wasn’t only after sex and one night stands either. I hadn’t given up on finding someone, but I wasn’t going to make it an element in my life. I believed that what is meant to be, will happen. And that everything takes time.

I changed into some workout gear, as I intended to get some exercise. I spent about and hour an a half going through my routine, then had a shower and settled in front of the television for while before heading off to bed.

* * *

I headed off to work the next day. Every day went the same as expected. I had little to do. I used the opportunity to call around the different persons I had targeted for sponsorship and doing the usual formal request letter. I advised them that they would receive the necessary information on the contestant soon. The general response was one of interest, but would be delayed, as anticipated, until they saw who was going to be carrying their name and products.

I spent the rest of the week at home. If there were any emergencies at the office I would be contacted. My days were spent adding in the details to the sketches for Ava’s Gown

By Saturday it was perfect and as I presented it to Ava and her parents, I saw the look of delight all over their faces, especially Ava’s.

“I love it. I love it” cried Ava. She was smiling that beautiful smile I knew would win the judges over. It was a long flowing gown, which would flatter her hips nicely, but not pronounce it. Its bodice was for the most part in a sheer fabric, all but the bust area. And it was covered in trails of Hibiscus flowers and leaves. From the bust line, the flowers cascaded down to the hem of her gown. The material of the gown was a soft yellow tie-dyed fabric that can be hand done and would be complemented with rhinestones adorning the leaves.

Mr. and Mrs. Sharp were both smiling as well. They seemed to be a nice couple. They appeared to be in their mid-forties and I saw where Ava got her beauty. Mr. Sharp was strikingly tall and very handsome, a nice dark brown complexion and the same warm eyes that Ava had. Her mother was quite shorter and of East Indian decent and it was evident that Ava got her long soft flowing hair from her Mom. Another thing the mother had handed down was that gorgeous smile.

They seemed very supportive of Ava, and from my experience working with girls on this level, this was one of the most important things in carrying them through the competition

“What are you going to call it?” asked Mrs. Sharp.

“Tropical Bloom”

“Ahhh…Catchy. And appropriate, very appropriate” came Mr. Sharps impressed tone.

“Yes. The theme for the Show, being ‘Caribbean Splendor’ I don’t think that anything things shows the splendors of the Caribbean more than the Bloom of the tropics, so I think this will represent it well” I explained

“and I love the use of the colours. Ava will look so lovely in it” Mrs. sharp was already so proud of her daughter.

After discussing the gown a bit more, we launched into the financial aspect of things.

“I’m assuming Ava told you of my charge. That will only be part of her expense of the show. We have to consider the costume for the talent and of course events prior to the show. I’ve but together a slight budget covering the expected things. Have a look”

I handed them copies of it

“How do we come up with that kind of money?”

The Organizing committee of the show is giving each girl $2,000. As you see this won’t cover as much as quarter. But the rest, we are hoping to come up with in sponsorship.”

I explained to them the different persons I have contacted and the expected volume of contribution. Which would cover the entire balance of the costs. I explained that I needed some photos of Ava with a bit of a history on her. Listing every show or public appearance she has made and persons she has worked with. They agreed and assured me I would have it on Monday. This was great, as the earlier I got it the better.

Mr. and Mrs. sharp had to leave and they excused themselves as I had more things to discuss with Ava.

I wanted to get a feel of where her head was in preparation for the show.

“Do you want something to drink?” I said getting up.

“Yes please. Some juice will be nice”

“No problem. Come with me.” I made my way to the kitchen as she followed.

“So Ava, I guess you’re very excited” I said while I poured a glass each.

“Are you kidding me Ms. Grier?! I’m more than excited! I’m jumping out of my pants!” She said grinning.

“Okay, first off, lose the first name Sweetie. Jordan will work just fine.” I smiled at her

She smiled back. “No problem Jordan.”

“The next couple months will be very hectic, so you’ve got to be ready for it. Especially within the last month.”

“I know”

“Prepared to put the rest of your social life on hold for a while?. Every time you go out, it will be something associated with the show” this I had to make clear upfront as some girls in the past still wanted to do things that their schedule didn’t allow and I cant even begin to discuss the boyfriends. “Is your boyfriend going to understand?”


“You don’t have one? ..Sorry I just assumed that a pretty young woman life yourself had someone spcial in your life. And why such a tone anyway?” I asked laughing “What’s wrong with boyfriends.

“Nothing I guess” she said, before drinking from the glass.

“Go on.” I said, probing for more

“Let’s just say that having someone special in your life doesn’t necessarily mean having a boyfriend”

Was I hearing right? Is this beautiful young woman in front of me, just like me? She doesn’t have a boyfriend? ‘Having someone special doesn’t necessarily mean having a boyfriend?’ Is that someone a woman? Is that what she was saying? Or was I thinking too fast?

I don’t know if she saw the thoughtful look on my face, but she quickly changed the topic.

“What sort of pictures do you want for the sponsors”

Trying to tear my thoughts away from where they were. “They’re not sponsors yet, but I know after they see your face, they will be” I said smiling to her.

She blushed. “Thank you Jordan.”

“I’m serious you’re absolutely gorgeous. They’ll love you. Send a full-length shot, a half shot, a face shot, and one other that you like.

She was smiling, slowly. Seductively?

“No problem, my mom will get them to you on Monday”

“Good. Now, what’s your modeling like?”

“Fair to fine, I’ve done a couple small shows, nothing major though and this is my first competition. Wanna see something’s now?”

“Of course”

She rest down her empty glass and headed off to the living room. She began slipping on the sandals she came with.

“No, no sugar, not in those. Too low. What size do you wear?”


“Perfect. Come with me” I headed off for my room so we can get proper pair of heels for her to use.

I bent going through my closet for the shoes. I was a lover of shoes. I had many pairs and they were all stored in their boxes.

“Got a factory in there?” she asked laughing.

“You could sure say that again. I go crazy for shoes”

The laughing continued behind me and as she trailed off, she asked “Is that your sister”

Without turning to look I knew she was referring to the picture I had of Desiree, my ex, on my bookstand. I hesitated a while

“umm… no”

My back was still turned, but I wasn’t looking for shoes. Dare I say anymore? I decided against it. I didn’t want to make her nervous. I continued searching through the shoes until came up with two pairs.

Turning to her with them, she was sitting on my bed with the picture frame of Desiree in her hand. I am not certain why she was so bold, and it made me uncomfortable. Especially knowing what was on the back it. As I thought this she flipped the picture over, then read aloud “Kisses to your lips…” She looked up at me. Her eyes held mines. Those warm, yet powerful eyes. I felt mesmerized by them. She continued reading ..”Both sets of them”

I remained fixed in front of the closet, boxes in hand. Looking at her, not uttering a word. What was that look I saw in her eyes? I tried to read her. I couldn’t. Not knowing what she was thinking made me nervous. She tenderly laid down the frame then got up coming towards me. When she got to me, she placed her hands softly over mines on the boxes. She leaned in towards me, towards my lips. I closed my eyes and waited, but her lips didn’t meet mines. Instead, I felt them at my earlobe. They brushed gently over it. A gasp escaped my lips.

“so you do understand what I was saying earlier” She whispered. She was referring to the statement about someone special as compared to a boyfriend.

With that she suddenly, withdrew taking the boxes out of my hand. Before she turned to walk away, I noticed a brazen smile on her face.

What on earth was this young woman up to? Was she teasing me? How did she do that to me? My response earlier, or lack of, confused me. Why did she make me so nervous?.. I was twice her age! Why did I feel like putty a little while ago? All these questions bombarded me as she walked away.

I gingerly followed her outside, taking my questions with me.

When I got out, she was in the verandah putting on the higher of the shoes, a 4″ pair of black pumps.

As she looked up as I approached, I saw a change in her eyes. The look that had me a bit intimidated and nervous earlier, was gone. It was replaced by the innocent, cheerful twinkle. She showed absolutely no sign of anything just transpiring between us.

Dare I say something? I decided against it. After all. It really was her shot to call. I said nor did anything.

I went to the stereo and tried to regain the friendly but professional attitude I had when working with the girls. I selected a CD that had some upbeat music on it. As the music started, so did she, from one end of the verandah to the next. Her slim, lithe, figure swaying, as if she was on the greatest runway. She was wonderful. Her turns precise and poses snappy. And that gorgeous smile. I didn’t see much room for any assistance from me. My work would be easy.

“Brilliant” I exclaimed as the song ended “You’re so natural, so relaxed.” I said going to take off the music. “Look out Tyra Banks. Here comes Ava Sharp!”

“Was I really that good” she asked laughing

“Yes Sweetie, that good, lets hope you carry that on stage with you”

“Okay, but to make a true comparison to Tyra Banks, you’ve got to see me in my underwear.” There was that look again. Equally I was turned into putty again. What is it with that woman?! She stood looking at me intently, holding my eyes. I bid myself to say something. But what? ‘Get some control!’ I urged myself. ‘Take a hold of this!’

“I guess you’re right.” I said pausing, “Then there is only one way to know” I said stepping towards her.

“One thing though, I don’t have on a bra” she said in a very sultry tone

“Hmm..” I murmured equally matching her tone and look. I slightly brushed my hand over her breast. I felt, then saw her nipple grow taut. “then I guess I wont be able to make that comparison” I said quickly backing away. Two can play that game, I thought. I looked as her head hung and her face flush. ‘Nice’ I thought to myself, who’s left hanging now? “Remind your mom to send me the pictures. I’ll talk to you next week.”

I turned my back, leaving her removing the shoes, as I walked away smiling. No way was I letting a nineteen year old tease me and get away with it.

About two minutes later I heard her call out to me that she was leaving. Moments later I listened to the engine hum as she drove off.

Though I now thought to myself that I had ‘control’ of things, I still wondered what was going on with Ava. Was she truly coming one to me?. Did she want me? Why would she want a woman twice her age? It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. Should I encourage any further advances made by her? Were there going to be any further advances be her? Were they truly advances at all?

I continued with my battling thoughts but as my day continued they became less and less a bother. I just set them aside, thinking that they meant nothing, that I was getting ahead of myself.

* * *

As promised, her mother brought the documents and photos to me Monday morning. I scanned the photos, did the letters and sent them out. Within an hour, just about all the contacts called me. As I anticipated, they fell in love with Ava. Her beauty captured them and they each agreed to sponsor the different things being requested.

In total I was able to get outfits, jewelry and shoes for any promotional advertisements or events leading up to the show and for the night of the show as well. I was able to get the fabric and accessories I needed for her gown. I was also able to get money, to the tune of $10,000. It was much more than I hoped for. This would be able to amply cover all foreseen expenses, including entertainment.

I called Ava at the photo studio where she worked. Not giving her the news, I asked her to meet me for lunch at the same restaurant from before.

When I got to the restaurant, she was already there. She was sitting at the bar, looking as beautiful as ever, in a red halter-top. Her back so invitingly smooth.

“Hey you” I said coming up behind her, sitting on the stool next to her.

“Hi” She said cheerily. Ohh.. That smile!! “So, to what do I owe this lunch date?”

“Can’t your Chaperon just want to see you for lunch?” I asked innocently.

“Ohh comn!!. You said you had good news! Stop playing with me!”

‘Ohhh.. How I wish I was’ I thought dreamily, trying hard not to look at her beautiful breasts that were revealed to me by the top.

“Wish you were what?” She asked in that sexy tone that drove me crazy a few days ago. I hadn’t realized that I had spoken aloud. I didn’t try to cover it up though. I just attempted to move on with the conversation.

“The sponsors called” I said. It seemed that, that held her attention and she didn’t pursue an answer to the question she just asked.

“Go on”

“Well it seems that we got more than we bargained for”

“You’re kidding me.. So soon? How much more?!”

I proceeded to list what we got from whom. Her face lit up with each sentence. When it all sank it. She screamed,

“This is great news. I can just kiss you!!” and in a much lower tone after purposely pausing, “Which set of lips do you prefer I kiss?” her eye twinkled wickedly.

I couldn’t believe she just did that, and I realized then that if I intended to be around her until the show I would have to maintain my sanity, my composure and my professionalism. To do that, we needed to get things out in the open. Useless worry was going to do neither of us any good.

“Listen Ava. Lets talk about this”

“About what, the money?” she said with feigned innocence.

“No Ava, you know that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m talking bout us, and our err–relationship. What is it that you want with me, apart from having me be your Chaperon for the show?”

She didn’t hesitate one bit with her answer. It came as to-the-point and precise as imaginable and I was taken aback for a while “I want you”

“I am serious Ava”

“So am I Jordan. We’ve already discovered that we share a certain .. umm.. quality in common and I don’t see any problems. Is the woman from the photo still around?”

“No she isn’t”

“Okay, so we’re both unattached. We can take this where ever we want to.” She paused. “When is the last time you’ve had someone make love to you Jordan?”

“Excuse me?” Her directness knocked me completely away. I hadn’t anticipated any such reaction from her.

“You heard me. When was the last time you’ve had a woman touch those breasts. Hmm?.. Or rub your thighs?” with that she rested her hand on my leg, massaging it with her fingertips.

I was lost in the sensations that she brought on and a short moaned escaped my lips.

“See. I know it has been a while”

I snapped out of my trance-like state as her fingers stopped moving.

“Christ Ava!! This is only the third time we’ve met. Why are you so certain of this?”

“Because I’ve felt it. I’ve felt it from the first meeting. And I know you feel it to. I see it in the way you look at me, I see it in your eyes. Are you going to tell me that you don’t want me.”

Ava’s outspoken quality alarmed me more and more. Here is this young woman, literally persuing me, not even blinking an eye. She was dead serious. But why?

“I’m not saying I don’t, but -”

“Do you?”

“Yes, but-”

She cut me off yet again “Then there are no buts”

“There are buts Ava. Do you think we’ll be able to maintain both a personal and professional relationship together? We’ll be together a lot of the time? Can both survive? One will lack because of the other. What if things don’t work as you want it to? Would your performance for the show be ruined? Don’t you think that am right?” I rambled wondering if I was asking myself the questions, rather than her.

“That’s probably it Jordan. You think too much. If we want it to work, it’ll work”

I wouldn’t imagine that this young woman could be so stubborn. And in the back of my head, I was telling myself that I was a bloody fool to turn down this attractive, evidently hot-blooded little lioness. If she was this dominant in such a situation, what would she be like in bed? I tucked that thought away saying to her, “It can’t work”

“If you say so Jordan” She crooned bringing her face closer to mine “But you I will have you.” With that she got up and walked away. I couldn’t believe it. This woman wants me and she is telling me in no uncertain terms that she will have me. I scolded myself for turning her down, but my scolding was truly a mask, for I did know why I did it. I was fearful. It was my age.

I was twice her age and I doubted myself. I have never had such a young lover and while I wanted to, I still wondered why would she be interested in me. My body isn’t what it used to be. She was so beautiful. She can have anyone she wanted. Why me?

* * *

For the next two weeks Ava and I didn’t see nor speak to each other. There was no reason and I guessed neither of us pushed it. Her mother and I spoke a few times concerning Ava’s talent piece. She was going to do a dance and for that she had a choreographer. Money was out of the way, so we had no major concerns.

The next time Ava and I spoke was the Saturday morning of the general meeting with the organizers, models and managers.

She called saying that her car was in the garage, and was wondering if she could ride with me to the meeting.

That was fine with me and even if it wasn’t, I still had no choice. It was my duty. I picked her up a little after noon. The meeting was at one. She was wearing black close fitting pants and a white cowl neck top. Her hair flowed loosely down her back. She looked wonderful.

We talked about what to expect at the meeting, seeing the other girls for the first time. Nothing came up remotely close to our conversation two weeks ago.

The meeting went well. The girls were all lovely, but much mingling and conversation was not done between them. The organizers basically briefed us on the actual night of the show. How the categories will flow, the voting systems and so on. They also had a pattern of the swimsuit that the girls would be using. The contestants had options of colours and style (as in whether they wanted 2 piece or whole suit) but he swimsuits were the same. We picked a red 2 piece suit, knowing it would work well with her “Tropical Bloom’ theme for the night. We were given a schedule of activities for the next two months, the first being a promotion photo shoot the following week. There were a number of gala events that they had to make appearances at, a few conferences and interviews, and then rehearsals in the last two weeks. It seemed that only then did the full responsibility of entering such a pageant sink in with the girls. They were all quiet throughout.

We left the building around 6:00 pm, though the girls we silent, the Managers and Chaperons had much to ask and discuss.

On the drive back home, I drove slowly while we spoke about the meeting. The road had very little traffic and we were able to take our time.

Ava didn’t stop talking. Her excitement was through the roof, as I suspected it would be, but she was also a bit nervous.

“What if its too much?” she asked worriedly.

“No time for any jitters” I said cheerfully, trying to wipe that thought out of her head. “You know that title is yours. If you want it, take it”

“Yes, but does that apply to anything?”

At the time, not seeing where she was going with this I responded “Of course and don’t let anyone tell you differently”

“Good’ she said emphatically, turning around in her seat to face me “Then you wont mind this” as she said that she reached over to my legs, slowly creeping her hand up my thighs. She stopped for a while at the hem of my skirt, rubbing my thighs gently.

“Ava, do you want us to run of the road” I asked, trying to keep focus on driving

“No” she said innocently

“If you keep this up we will” Her hand felt so good against my bare leg.

Her hand now went pass the hem of my skirt, and her fingers crept around to my inner thighs. I gasped as I felt her fingers tracing the elastic band of my thong “Ava” I moaned. “Don’t”

She ignored me. “Pull over” she said calmly and I felt her tug at my crotch and then her fingers were at my now moist entrance.

“I’ll say it again Jordan. Pull over”

Her voice was soft but commanding. Her fingertip lightly brushed over my clit, and this was all the egging on I needed. I knew that passing lights from vehicle would spot on us, but I couldn’t be bothered. She was teasing me badly, and I had to let her continue. I pulled over unto the shoulder and turned off my lights. As I did this she pushed her seat back, then brought her hands back to my skirt working at pushing it up.

“Turn around”

I turned around in my seat to face her.

“Spread your legs for me Jordan. Wider” She cooed sweetly as she assisted me in placing one leg on her side while the other remained on the floor on my side. I was totally open to her view, to her use. She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes. She began massing my lips through the panties. I felt my wetness grow with each rub of her fingers. She pulled across the crotch and plunged one finger into my wetness. I moaned at this pleasant invasion. She curled her finger up, slowly but firmly massaging my G-spot.

“ohhh.. Ava”

“You like that?” she asked

“Oh yes yes” I moaned as her other hand began gently rubbing my clit. I began rocking my hips against her hands. This felt so great. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I closed my eyes and rolled back my head as her rubbing grew faster and harder.

And then suddenly, she stopped.

“Gawd no!!..” I cried out, jerking my head up. I was on the brink of erupting

She was sitting smiling at me.

“no Ava. Don’t do this. Please” I needed her fingers back on my clit, working their magic.

“Please what?”

“I need to cum”


“Please make me cum, please play with my pussy” I couldn’t believe she was doing his to me.

“So you change your mind about two weeks ago?” her fingers crept slowly up my thigh once again.

“Yes!!…. No. no.”

“Which is it?” She crooned and her fingers slowly probed my entrance.

“Oh.. Fuck! Just make me cum!! I need to”

“I’ll take that as a yes” she said wickedly smiling at me. Her fingers began their assault on my clit yet again, and gradually she built me back up. I felt my juices oozing out of me, running down my thighs. I began bucking my hips wildly against her hand as she finger fucked me and rubbed my clit with a fury. My climax kept building and then suddenly it erupted from with me like a volcano. I cried out her name as the convulsions hit me. She kept the rubbing on my clit and gradually brought me back down. I lay back against the door as my legs trembled. It had been so long since my body felt the wonders of another set of fingers; so long since I came at the hands of another woman.

She smiled at me, as she continued to massage my pussy, her eyes twinkling. “Told you you’d be mines”

I could say nothing. My chest was still heaving and my pussy still quivering.

She brought her fingers to her lips licking them one by one, slowly, holding my eyes. “Mmmm ” she murmured, “next time I want this directly on my tongue”

I couldn’t believe this young vixen sitting here in front of me.

“I think I better drive the rest of the way” she said opening the door. She walked around the car coming to my side,

I managed to scoot myself over to the passenger side without getting out.

I laid my head back against the seat dreamily as she pulled off and somewhere I dozed off. I was awaken by Ava calling my name. We had stopped. “Do something for me?” she asked when I opened my eyes. “Slip those panties off for me. I want to have something to go to bed with tonight.”

I looked out and we were outside her house. I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping that we would have gone to my place. I don’t know if she saw it on my face, but she said nothing.

“I’ll sit with you a while, while you fully wake up. Don’t want you sleeping on the wheel” she said grinning.

I still hadn’t moved.

“Not gonna take them off for me?” she asked with faked innocence. “You know I’ll take it if I want it” she said grinning wickedly. I couldn’t help but smile.

“You are priceless!. You know that?” I asked laughing, then eased off the seat, removing my wet thongs”

“And so are these” she said bringing it to her nose, before putting it into her purse.

The light in her house came on. I quickly tugged down my skirt as Ava got out of the drivers seat. What would her family think if they knew off what had happened? I was only a few years younger than her mother. They couldn’t find out. I wondered if they knew she was a lesbian? I opened the door stepping out of the car. As we crossed the front of the car Ava whispered to me. “Kisses to your lips” and smiled. I turned and watch as she sashayed her great ass up the steps to her house. I got into the car and drove home, trying hard not to let my vivid memory of her fingers on my clit disturb me from driving.

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The next few days I didn’t see or hear from Ava. I did not call her, for really I had no reason to, professionally that is. I wanted to know where her head was in relation to me, in relation to us. I wanted her badly. I was attracted to her before, but her magical fingers saw to it that the attraction it grew into more. I longed for her to be with me; to touch me again. I dared not call her though. I couldn’t let her know how much of an impact she had on me. I was supposed to be a grown, experienced woman. How on earth did I let this teenager get me so twisted?

The next time we were to meet was the upcoming Saturday. We were to go to Ati Logo, the Shoe Company and Alize, the fashion house. They were supplying her with two outfits for the photo shoot the following day and we had to select them.

I resisted the urge to call her until the Friday evening to remind her of it. She wasn’t at home. I asked her mom to remind her about it and to have her meet me at Alize at 11:00 am.

The following morning I got to the store a few minutes ahead of time and was browsing around the clothes picking out some outfits I thought would look great on her.

Ava walked into the store around ten pass the hour. She was in a beautiful yellow sundress, that reflected beautifully against her complexion, her hair swept up on her head. She was like a fresh breeze entering the store and as expected, heads turned.

I had already selected two outfits, and she joined me amidst he racks of clothing.

“Hey Jordan” She said lightly embracing me, brushing her lips softly on my cheek.

I looked around to see if anyone caught it, but I guessed it was innocent enough a gesture not to turn any heads.

“Hey yourself. How have you been? How’s the dance going?” I asked attempting to make conversation, fearing and wishing for, at the same time, that last Saturdays *happenings* would come up.

“It’s going wonderful, we’ve gotten about half way through it”

“Good. very good”

“When do I come over to your place to run though the modeling’

“I don’t think you’ll need to. You’re perfect”

“Not even to finalize the Tyra Banks comparison” she said sweetly.

There was that alluring sexiness in her coming through and I couldn’t resist playing along.

I smiled at her “When ever you think you’re ready, come over. But this time you’ve got to have the underwear to model in.”

“And if I don’t?” she challenged.

“If you don’t have it, you’ll be punished. You’ll have to do it without” I said very matter-of-factly, turning away from her in attempts to hide my smile.

“Ooohh la la. Now there’s punishment I wont mind.” She said caressing my butt with her hand. As gentle as it was, that one simple touch started an aching within my loins.

I purposely stepped away from her trying hard to get my mind away from the tingling I felt where her hand had been on the curve of my ass. As I walked I felt the burn of her eyes on my legs.

I selected another outfit then turned to her. She had a few pieces in her hand. “Lets go try them on.”

We headed off towards the dressing room. I sat on a sofa outside with the different outfits. She took one and went in.

It was a black leather pants with a cheetah print halter. It hugged her figure nicely as she strutted in it for a while. She tried the next piece, which was a red skirt that reached a little over her knee, with a matching jacket and a turtle neck top. She also looked marvelous in that one and I knew we would have a tough time decided on two out of the five we took.

The third piece was a navy long dress, the back completely bare but for a few strings which laced up.

“I’d need your help for this one” Ava called out from inside.

I rest down those I had in hand and headed in. As I entered, Ava was bending over pulling down the skirt off her feet. I got a wonderful view of her smooth, tight ass. Hearing me come in she straightened and turned around facing me with the most perfect set of bare breasts I had ever seen. I had been given peeks of them depending on what she was wearing, but the total view was breathtaking. They were firm, her nipples small and perky. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching up for them. I slowly rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned in appreciated and it encouraged me to do more. I stooped slightly, bringing my head to her breasts, capturing one nipple in the warmth of my mouth.

“Ohhh Jordan” she moaned, a moan which jolted me back to the reality of where I was and what I was doing.

I lifted myself up and whispering in her ear said, “They are wonderful. I – I just couldn’t help it.”

Her body melted into mines “I don’t want you to help it.” Her hands found mines taking it back to her breasts as she pulled away from me. Her words and gesture made me weak with desire. I wanted to ravish the beautiful body before me, but that same desire made me able to resist. I couldn’t. Not here. Not in the dressing room.

“Not here Ava” I muttered.

“Yes here” she said, leaning against the mirror, pulling me with her.

I tweaked her nipple looking at her respond to it. “No Sweetie not here. Lets finish with the clothes then go get the shoes, and I promise you, I’ll take you right home and I’ll continue. Okay?”

“Mmm.. not okay – but I guess we don’t have a choice. Lets hurry” she said regaining her composure. I

I helped her slip on the dress then laced it up for her trying hard not to embrace her and plant isses over the length of her slender back.

The dress fitted beautifully.

“Here’s what” Ava said, taking it off. “Lets use this and the skirt suit before and get out of here”

“But the rest -”

“Forget the rest Jordan. I want you. I want you now.”

“We still have to stop off at the shoe store.”

“That wont be difficult. Lets go. Please” The pained anxiety was unmistakable in her voice

“Okay Ava” I laughed

We brought out the pieces we had inside and gave the selected two to a clerk. I thought she looked at us a bit oddly, but wanted to get out of there too quick to let it bother me.

We signed for the outfits then headed off to Ati Logo in our separate cars.

When we got there, Ava went right into selecting matching shoes for her outfits.

I browsed through the store and there was, as usual, a *must have* item to add to my many, and I made an immediate purchase.

Ava, deciding on her shoes took them to the Manager and i signed for them.

We left the store within ten minutes of entering. Ava followed me in my car home. I drove trying to keep my mind on the task at hand, but I couldn’t help but think that within the next few minutes I was going to have this beautiful young body all to myself. I couldn’t wait. I don’t think I was ever this anxious about something before. My heart thudded in my chest.

I pulled into the drive, Ava right behind me.

I unlocked the door and got as far as entering, before Ava’s hands were around me from behind. She turned me around pushing me up against the door, closing it. Her lips met mine in a searing kiss. I wanted her so badly. Our lips and teeth bit at each other in pure animal lust.

Her hands flew to my buttons, in attempt to free me of my shirt. I tore it from her hands tugging at them while she moved on to my pant waist. She tugged off the pants over my hips, taking my panties with them. She knelt in front of me, raising one leg unto her shoulder as I faintly tried to purchase on the other, using the door for support. Her destination was obvious and I was eagerly anticipating. Her tongue darted out licking at my slit and I moaned in delight. I felt light-headed.. My knee felt as though it would give away, I was trembling from the sheer pleasure of having her between my legs. Using her fingers to spread my lips, Her tongue began doing magical things to my clit and it wasn’t long before she set me off into a mindbending orgasm. She kept up full pressure on my clit as I rocked my hips fucking her face, as a series of mini orgasms followed. This young vixen was wonderful. She lowered my leg and I sank to the floor pulling her down with me.

I lifted her dress above her head, then unclasped her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. I buried my face in her chest, kissing around her breasts and pushed her back unto the carpet. I took one nipple into mouth and her response was even greater, her back arched off the floor and she released a deep, guttural groan.

I shrugged of my loose shirt and bra and lowered my body over her, teasing her skin with my taut nipples.. I slid my body lower, claiming her nipple yet again. Her pelvis ground itself against my thigh signaling her need.

I moved down her body, anxious to tend to her needs, slipping her panties over her hips as she lifted, granting me allowance.

I settled between her legs, spreading them, looking longingly at her neatly trimmed, almost bare pubes. Enjoying her scent, her aroma… it filled me, it took me, it owned me…

I bowed my head letting the tip of my tongue taste the sweet nectar of her puffed, bare lips. Her hips rose and I pulled back, wanting it to last. I felt her craving twisting in her, a craving increased by my teasing denial

Leaning in, I placed a soft kiss on her pussy. She moaned, and it urged me to place my mouth over her pussy, completely covering it. I pushed my tongue flat against her opening, stroking it up and down, savoring the taste of my young beauty .

Her hands flew to my hair and her legs parted wider. I dove my tongue into her pussy, rocking my head with her hips, humming against her sweetness, my chin being covered in her juices; Juices created by wanton need.

I lifted my head, and her legs jerked as my tongue flicked across her swollen, stiff clit, urging me to suck it in between my teeth. Her head began to thrash as her cries filled the air. Her legs flew around my back and pulled me tightly to her pussy, grinding my face into her silkiness. She demanded and I gave. Her body my only form of existence, her pleasure, my only purpose.

And then, the most beautiful moment of surrendering to her needs came to surface as she clenched tight, her entire body rolling into the moment. Her eyes wide, but unseeing, her lips emitting a beautiful sound. She held me tight, as her moans grew louder then subsided, her body shaking violently.

As her body cruised back down, I brought my self up to her kissing her stomach, her breasts. She wrapped her hands around me pulling me in to her kissing me firmly.

“That was amazing” she murmured against my lips.

I rolled unto my back and Ava followed, her hands massaging my breasts as she lowered herself to me.

“Jordan, why did you resist me in the beginning” she asked kissing around my breasts.

“Honestly, because I didn’t think you were serious”

“But, why not? I told you I was”

“Yes, but I didn’t think you would want me. I’m twice your age, need I remind you”

“That’s exactly why I would want you” she said clasping her teeth over my nipple. My body jerked in response. “There are many things I know you can teach me Jordan. I admire and look up to you and to top it off, you’ve got a great body” she said smiling up at me. She rose up, balancing herself over me “and I love…kissing your lips” she said looking into my eyes “both sets of them.”

“You devil” I said reaching up and pulling her face towards mine, kissing her.

After releasing her, we rose up off the floor taking our clothes with us into the bedroom. I handed her a robe.

“I don’t think I’ll need this . . .and neither will you” she said taking the other one from me. “You’re not hiding this body from me again.”

“We need to go eat though”

“we’ll eat in the nude” she said smiling.

“Okay, on one condition”

“My lips needs some kissing.. and I wont tell you which set.”

“Mmm” she said smiling. “With pleasure”

We spent the rest of the day making love to each other, preparing food and eating. It was dark out when Ava asked “Jordan, can I stay with you tonight?” We were laying on my bed.

“Can you?”

“Yes, I’ll just call my mom and tell her we are working on some things still and that I’d stay here tonight to go to the shoot in the morning.”

“In that case. I would love you to.” Then remembering she had no clothes or underwear apart from what she had on today, my face fell. “Ohh no. You’d still have to get a change of clothes for tomorrow”

“Don’t worry about that,” she said with a grin.

“Don’t worry?..”

“Nope. I came prepared”

“You WHAT?!?!” What on earth did she mean she came prepared? Did she plan this?

“I have underwear, a dress, even a toothbrush in a bag in the car”

“Can I ask why?. Did you plan to sleepover?” I asked pleasingly alarmed.

“Ask no questions. I’ll tell no lies” Ava said laughing.

“You are something else, you know that”

“Yes” she said, rolling atop me. She lowered her head, brushing her lips over my nipple. “And you like it” With that she lifted up, put on my robe and went out of the room, presumably going to her car.

I lay on the bed with a magical smile on my face. Gawd! This young woman was totally wonderful.

We later showered then settled into bed. I spooned her beautiful body as we lay, my hand reaching around the front, massaging her mound, probing at her moist entrance, needing to feel her warmth yet again. I just couldn’t get enough of her

“Gawd Jordan. You’re insatiable” she cooed

“One of the downsides of being with an older woman I guess” I said smiling into the back of her neck

“Downsides?! You’ve got to be kidding me” She turned around rolling me unto my back “Let me show you downsides” she said, making her way down my body. I knew what was coming and I spread my legs allowing her full access to my anxious pussy.

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