Strictly Taboo(106)

“Ma’am,” he glanced quickly at Grace before looking down at the ground. “I'm very sorry for the way I behaved tonight and the things I might have said…” Grace watched him squirm with each word that came out of his mouth. Everett looked up at her and then back to Art, who nodded, releasing him from his bondage.

Grace had never seen a rich man scurry away like a rat before, but there was a first time for everything she told herself as she watched him go. When he was completely out of sight, she grinned at Art. Art however, didn't grin back.

“Thank you,” Grace said, stepping closer and hugging his arm with both hands. Art shook his head.

“Don't go thankin’ me, I just did what I had to do in the circumstance.” He said quietly. Grace released her grip on his arm, thrown by his sudden coldness towards her. “We ought to get you home.” He said with a decisive nod.

“Did I say something wrong?” Grace asked. Art frowned.

“Why would you ask that?” He said.

“Well because just a few moments ago you were…we were…and now you can barely look at me. You seem so…distant…” She said. Art reached up and took his hat from his head.

“The way I see it, Miss. Grace, there is nothin’ that a lady like you could ever do to upset me.” He gave her a weak smile.

“Then what’s wrong?” Grace asked persistently.

“Miss. Grace, if it wasn't for me…for my un-gentlemanly actions, none of that would have been necessary in the first place.” He looked at Grace, truly embarrassed. “I should have been more…and less…” He couldn't find the words to say what he needed to say, but Grace just smiled.

“Art, you didn't do anything that I didn't want you to do.” She reached out, placing her hand on his arm. “You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Whether you wanted me to do it or not, it wasn't right. I should have treated you like the lady you are.” He turned to her, his face showing just how seriously he was taking this whole thing. Grace stood up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Art. But you really ought to know, I didn't just want you to do what you did…I needed it.” Art shook his head. “I needed a reminder that it's the chemistry that matters. That it doesn't matter what a man can give me, if he doesn't give me that…” She paused. “That tingling feeling.” Standing up on her tiptoes, Grace pressed her lips to his ear. “Thank you.”





Chapter 7



The brush of Grace’s warm breath against his ear, made every muscle in Art’s muscular body tighten. Grace could feel it as she pressed against his arm. She could hear his breath beginning to come faster.

“Grace…Miss. Grace…I can't…” He said breathlessly.

“You can.” She said, planting a soft kiss on the side of his face beside his ear. Art shook his head ever so slightly.

“It's not proper…” He said, his words trembling.

“I don't want to be proper.” Grace said, this time reaching her hand down to the crotch of his blue jeans and sliding her palm across his bulge.

“Ahh…Grace…no, we can't…” He continued to protest.

“I will stop if you want me to.” She said against his ear, her palm rubbing over his hardening cock. “Do you want me to?” She asked, praying that he would say no. Instead he said nothing, rather, he reached down and pressed Grace’s hand firmly against his throbbing erection.

“Mmm…” Grace placed her feet flatly on the floor and took a step back. Then with both hands, she took hold of the button on his blue jeans and pulled it open. Art blinked slowly as his breath shuddered. He listened as Grace slowly pulled down his zipper. And then it came, he felt the warmth of her hand sliding inside his underpants and cupping his width. Grace licked her lips hungrily.

“I want you, Art.” She said. “I want this…” She squeezed the thick shaft of his cock and pulling his underwear down with her free hand, she released his cock. As she wrapped her hand tightly around him, sliding it up and down his shaft, she listened to him breathing faster and faster. Art reached out, putting his hands on her shoulders. Then taking a step forward he guided her backwards toward the hay bale bleachers. Grace willingly went, stepping back until the hay pressed up against the back of her legs. Art gently pushed her backward, urging her to sit.

Releasing her grip on his cock, Grace sat down on the hay bales, her eyes transfixed on the thick cock that bobbed before her. She had heard of other girls taking men in their mouths and she wondered if she dared be brave enough to try it herself. She was still pondering this possibility when Art took a step back and slowly slid his hands underneath her dress. As his fingers crept up along the insides of her legs, she felt a tightness in her stomach that she had never felt before. It felt like when Art had cupped her breast but ten times better. His fingers slid up, past her knees, then sliding to the outside of her thighs as he grasped for her underwear.