Chapter Twelve: Sophia’s Journey Continues

A week had passed since Sophia’s first encounter with the Underground. I was busy and had not had time to check up on her progress on the work I had given her. But the time had come for us to meet again, so I had my secretary Carol inform her that she would be attending another meeting with me. After what had happened in the museum I knew she needed a few days to process everything, and how she would act after that experience would determine her future in the organization, and how deep into the Underground she would venture. So I was quite curious how she would behave in our first meeting since then.

She did not disappoint me. When she arrived in my office that morning she was dressed in a lovely sundress, blue with a pattern of white flowers, the spaghetti straps delicately draped over her smooth shoulders. I had never seen her in such an outfit, and she seemed to have discarded her normally conservative look for something a little more attractive. It was quite a hot day, so I could understand a lighter outfit, but still, seeing Sophia in this dress was quite stunning, and quite stimulating for my unbridled passions. Her hair was also down, and not pulled back, and it fell over her shoulders in a soft, delicate way.

“So, we are going to take a ride to a meeting today. I hope you are prepared.”

She patted the large blue bag she had strapped over her shoulder. “Yes, I did research on the artist who painted that wonderful piece in the blue room. He is quite well known and highly respected. Its all right here.”

“Yes he is. That work should get a good price at the auction.” I touched her upper arm.  “It is good to see that you are prepared.”

We left my office, and I drove to the destination. It was the same grand, old fashioned five star hotel that Gael and I had one of our encounters. As we pulled up to the valet, I said to her, “I sometimes like to do business outside of the office. I find it creates a better atmosphere and is productive to new ideas and experiences. This hotel is a great venue for such an environment. An early lunch sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yes, it does.” We got out of the car and went up the granite stairs and through the entrance, and Sophia was greeted with the same traditional, old-world class and sophisticated grandeur that had impressed Gael. “Wow, this place is quite fancy! Do you have lunch here often?”

“When I can. It is convenient for me.”

The concierge greeted me. “Hello sir, what will it be today?”

“Lunch, in my room. Thank you.”

“Your room?” Sophia looked at me quizzically and smiled. “Oh my! I love room service!”

We took the elevator to the top floor, where my suite was located. When we entered the room Sophia’s eyes lit up. “Oh, how lovely.” She scanned the room, a room which contained a large couch, kitchen, bar and another room with a large bed. Her eyes lingered on the bedroom. “Wow, so nice!”

I put the key on a table. “Yes, it is not too bad. I enjoy this as my secret getaway from all the office stuff.” I took her by the hand. “Here, have a seat on the couch.” She sat down, crossing her legs in the short dress, and her thighs looked lovely. I had brought a briefcase, inside of which were more explicit photos from the museum, and I sat down next to her.

“Now, Sophia, before you tell me about your discoveries, I would like to go over some material with you.” I opened the briefcase and pulled out a photo of a couple engaging in various sex acts. “I think this one will make a good profit. The artist is based in Florence and comes from a long tradition of artistic excellence, going back centuries really. The couple are well known, which is why we do not see their faces, but they are of a highly respected and powerful political family. Well, the woman is, I mean. The man married into wealth.”

She looked at the photo and smiled. “Oh yes, this is very nice. They are a beautiful couple and look beautiful together.”

“Yes, I do enjoy beautiful things. We have a client in Switzerland who is interested in this series, and I think we can do well with this.”

Sophia studied the image with a sort of scientific thoroughness. “Well, if so, they have good taste and will probably pay quite a bit for this piece.”

“Oh yes, they will. There are many people in this world who enjoy such erotica. The good stuff. The best stuff. And, most importantly, the most difficult stuff to get.”

“Yes, I can see that…”

I moved closer to her and put my hand on her thigh. “You said the other day, Sophia, that you enjoyed such things yourself. But you do it all in secret, hidden from other people, in the dark, and with a certain degree of shame.”

“Yes, I know, that is true. But I really do not want it to be that way.”

“No, neither do I. You see, what is important in this division of my business is that you must enjoy these things. And it is good that you do.”

Although she was dressed in a way that was prettier than I had seen before, her inherent modesty and shyness were impossible to hide. She blushed and looked down. “Yes, yes sir, I do…”

I gripped her thigh more firmly. “But…?”

“But, I just know so little about all this. I have never talked about such things with anyone before. And I am always thinking about what my parents or my pastor might think. If they knew I was living this kind of lie, the lie of pretending to be pure sexually while still having such strong desires.”

“I understand. This is all new for you. But I sense, that despite your past or present reservations, you are eager to find out more about this life. It is inside of you, waiting to be unleashed.”  I kissed her on the cheek. “Tell me if I am wrong.”

“No, no sir, you are not wrong…” She put her hand in front of her face and laughed. “I just don’t know why I feel so shy right now. I really do not.”

I touched her shoulder, and her skin was smooth and soft and warm. “You look very beautiful today, Sophia.”

She bowed her head and blushed. Even though she had already experienced something of the Underground, she was still very modest, and shy, and that stirred my passions even more and I knew now that the time had come for Sophia to experience the fullness of those passions for the first time.

“I am curious Sophia,” I put the photos on the table and drew closer to her, speaking in a whisper, “when you look at these photos, or when you are looking at other things in your own privacy, do you ever feel, well, aroused?”

Again her face became bright red, an even brighter red than before, if that is at all possible.

“I…I…” she struggled to speak.

“It is ok Sophia, we must be completely honest here. It is important for understanding the business and the world associated with it.”

She let out a deep sigh. “Yes, I do.”

“That is good, Sophia, and perfectly natural.”

“Yes, I always thought so, that naturalness of those desires, and my reactions…”

I kissed her on the lips and let my hand wander up her dress and along her thigh but I stopped short of her panties.

“I am glad to hear that. The more I am learning about you, and the more I think you may fit in well here.”

“I even like to touch myself when I do.” She laughed. “Oh god, I can’t believe I just admitted that!”

“You know, Sophia,” I said as I gently slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder, “As I said a last week at the museum, these artists, so many artists, would have loved to paint you, or photograph you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I…I really have never thought about that…those kinds of things.”

“Really? If that is true, then tell me, when did you buy this dress? It is quite flattering to your form, your own beauty.”

“I just thought, well…that you would like it, like seeing me in it…I hope I was not wrong.”

“On no, Sophia, you were anything but wrong.”

I kissed her again on the cheek, and ran my hand through her long blonde hair, and as I did she turned her face, and our lips met, and we kissed a long and passionate kiss. I slid the other strap down, and the top of her dress fell over her waste and her lovely breasts were free and so beautiful.

“Yes, Sophia, I said as I cupped her breast, “Yes, you are quite lovely.”  I bent down and kissed her breast, slow and soft at first, before taking as much of it as I could in my mouth. She moaned.

“Come…” I took her by the hand and pulled her from the couch and as I did the dress fell to her feet and she stepped out of it. I led her over to the bed, and now wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, she stood before me and I admired her loveliness. Her face was bright red, a precious blush that only enhanced the sweet eroticism of our situation.  I ran my hands over her breasts and down her side and over the smooth contours of her hips and kissed her, not a passionate kiss, but a gentle kiss. “Yes, Sophia, you are very lovely.”

She bowed her head. “Thank you, sir.”

Then, with a firm and swift motion, I turned her around and bent her over the bed and pulled off her panties and when her ass was bare, I slapped her with a vigorous slap

“OH,” she cried out in a high but playful voice.

“Yes, Sophia, I think it is time…” I slapped her ass again. Her soft white skin was now turning slightly pink.

“OH, Sir…”

“I hope you will be a good girl for me, Sophia.” I spanked her again.

“Oh yes, sir…I will be…I promise…I am a good girl…”

“Good.” I turned her around and kissed her again. “Good, because today you will be fully experiencing the joys and pleasures of the Orange Underground.”

“Oh god…I have been waiting, thinking about this….”

I lifted her unto the bed, and still fully clothed, I got on top her and she wrapped her arms around me and we kissed another passionate kiss.

I whispered in her ear “Tell me, Sophia, I want to know, how often do you like to touch yourself….”

She did not hesitate an answer now. “Oh god yes, every day. I can’t help it.”

“Really, I like that…yes….you will fit in well here…

“I don’t tell anyone. No one knows. Not even my boyfriend.”

“No? Oh, that is a shame…it sounds like he does not know a lot of things about you…”

She kissed me deeply, her tongue gently playing with mine. “No…he is a prude. He won’t even do certain things when we have sex. It is so frustrating.”

“Oh really….what a shame. Perhaps we can do something about that.” I began to kiss her breasts, downward, and over her stomach and down to her lovely, full blonde bush. “So, he does not like to kiss you in certain places? I gently kissed her blonde bush. “Not even here?”

She put her hands over her face. “Oh no…no one has ever done THAT to me…not there.”

“Well, that is going to change today.” Kissing her outer thighs, then her inner thighs, I spread her legs and put my mouth on her lovely, very lovely soft and very wet vagina. She tasted that wonderful taste of sweet and tangy. “But I bet you have always wanted to be kissed here…” I kissed her there, and breathed a bit and when she felt the warmth of my breath on her delicate lips she screamed out.

“OH GOD YESSSS!!!”

“Yes, Sophia…this is your introduction….” I ran my tongue around her lips, between them, then inside of her, as deep as I could, covering her with my whole mouth, finding her tight little clitoris and gently sucking on it, running my tongue around it in little circles, and then more sucking, and she ran her hands through my thick head of hair, her fingernails grazing my scalp as she bucked her hips to meet the caresses of my tongue. Her head fell deep into the pillow, her eyes closed, and her breathing became heavier.

“Oh…I can’t believe how good this feels…” she said quietly.

I kissed her thighs and ran my fingers through her bush and then ran my hands up to her breasts and she put her hands over my mine and pressed them down on her breasts, hard. “There is much pleasure awaiting you, Sophia, more than you can even imagine…” I returned to pleasuring her lovely vagina, her lips now swollen and filled with sweet sensitivity. I ran my hands up her to her stomach and then to her hips, holding them, and then she met my hands with hers and our fingers entwined, and our hands clasped and she squeezed my fingers firmly as I gently caressed her labia with my lips and tongue. She moaned deeply as I entered her with my tongue as deeply as I could.

“Oh sir….please….don’t stop….”

I honored her request, and the more I pleasured her, slowly and patiently and with the greatest enjoyment for both of us, delighting with the feeling of her wetness all over my face, the messy loveliness of oral pleasures, the more she writhed and moaned and squirmed, slowly turning her head side to side and murmuring incomprehensible things until the moment when, as I now slid two fingers inside her and began caressing the top wall of her vagina while gently sucking on her clitoris she suddenly exploded in a massive convulsion of previously unknown ecstasy and orgasmic pleasure. She gasped and screamed and moaned and jerked her head from one side to the other, grasping the sheet with one hand, digging her nails into my head with the other, her body tensing and bucking as I held her firmly by her hips while burying my face in her now completely soaked vagina and tasting all of her sweet climatic essence until she began to relax, her heavy breathing filling the silent room, as the only other sounds were that of me softly kissing her labia as she slowly fell back into a state of semi consciousness. Her vagina was quite sensitive now, so my kisses were calm and gentle as I led her back into her normal state of mind and body.

I pulled up to her and kissed her, my lips covered with all her precious and delicious wetness. She tasted herself on me, and when she did, she kissed me even harder and licked all her sweet essence from my lips. Yes, Sophia was off to a good start on her new journey.

Her head fell back on the pillow, and she smiled and rolled her eyes before putting her hands over them in a moment of natural shyness. “Oh god, that was such a revelation…mmmmmm….I can’t believe that…” She softly laughed while reaching up to kiss me. “This is what I have missing…fantasizing about…”

“Well, this is only the beginning, Sophia….”

I lay down beside her, still fully clothed, my erect penis now stretching the fabric of my pants, begging to be let out. Sophia moved closer to me, her eyes now focused on the sheer force of eroticism waiting to be unleashed. She moved her hand down and touched me, feeling the full length and girth of my cock, and kissed me. “May I, sir….?

“Does your boyfriend let you do that to him?”

“Yes, but…I really am still unsure. He never comes when I do that, so I really do not know if I am doing it right…”

“Feel free, Sophia…”

She undid my belt and unzipped my pants, and when she opened them, her eyes widened, and she gasped.

“Oh my god….I have never seen…wow…no….oh, this is wonderful…” She wrapped her hand around my now liberated hard cock and said in a firm and confident voice, “You are fucking huge.” She giggled. “Oh, I love it…”

“Pleasure me, Sophia…”

“Yes, yes sir….”

And so she did, but as she did I immediately recognized her inexperience. She was awkward, gripping my penis with too firm a grip (a problem too many girls exhibit) while too quickly moving up and down the shaft, neglecting to use her tongue and also neglecting my balls, seemingly too eager to just make me come and not to enhance the pleasure as long as possible, and although such a thing is always pleasurable, I knew there was much to teach her. Like many girls, she simply did not know how to perform oral sex on a man with skill. Furthermore, as she was obviously inexperienced sexually, I knew, as she handled my penis in this cumbersome way, that she was in need of much training, and as this was now her first true sexual experience in the Underground, I needed to be patient and gentle in her training, and that training would go beyond my own. No, at this moment of truth I realized she was going to be in need of another woman to help train and teach her the arts of erotic love and pleasure in a way that only another woman could.

This was not the time to criticize her technique, however. No, that might be too damaging to her. No, I would let her pleasure me, and say nothing, and know that she would eventually be trained to be a better and more experienced lover from this day forward.

She continued her rapid motions up and down on my shaft, working it too hard in her eagerness to please, like some athlete in a heated competition, her intentions all good and desirable, and despite her inexperience and lack of true skill, I could still feel myself building that exquisite pleasure of release, the explosion of pent up semen, like a volcano about to erupt. And soon enough I did explode, and when I did I filled her mouth with a huge load of warm cum, and she seemed surprised by the whole thing, as she coughed and wiped some leftovers from her lips. Oh yes, she was in much need of sexual skills. Gwen knew how to swallow every drop, as did Gael. Sophia was new. She must be trained. But learn she would.

Would I fuck her that day? I was not sure, as I thought we must take this one step at a time, and that Sophia needed to be gently guided into the world of erotic pleasures by a firm but patient hand. I looked at her, at her beautiful body, her skin so soft and smooth and her legs slightly spread and her blond bush glistening with the nectar of her sweet orgasm, so inviting and almost nearly impossible for a man such as myself to resist, and as I thought about this and hesitated as to what to do, but knowing I was about to mount her, the decision was made for me.

There was a loud knock at the door. “Room service, sir.”

Oh yes, I had forgotten I ordered room service earlier that morning when we arrived at the hotel.  Sophia and I looked at each other and laughed.

“Well,  I have to say,” I said as I got up and adjusted my clothes and threw Sophia’s panties on her stomach, “I am hungry now!”

“Me too!” She lifted her hips and slipped them on.

Yes, we both seemed to know the wisdom of this moment, and the continued anticipation of when the big moment would take place.

Yes, as I went to open the door, I thought about that, and about how I would be training Sophia, turning her from an awkward, shy young woman to a woman fully aware of her own sexuality, and enjoying the world of erotic pleasures, especially those most secret and intense types of erotic pleasures. The intrigue and wonder about what would happen next, in the future, the stimulation of our minds and imaginations, only enhanced that actual pleasure we had both experienced, and were continuing to experience.

Eroticism is not merely about the moment of physical pleasure, but the intrigue and wondering and fantasizing about what is going to happen in the future, and Sophia was now beginning to experience that.