The Space Between - I - Intersecting - Sex Stories

The Space Between - I - Intersecting

... On the wall next to the dark room door was a large oil painting in bright vivid colours of Miles Davis and his trumpet. A lovely old brown leather loveseat and a huge ottoman dominated the space facing the window. Beside the loveseat was a big square end table against the brick wall. On top were a few candles and an old style table lamp. A small wooden stool stood in the corner. The afternoon sun was just starting to peak into this side of the studio. This side seemed much richer and warmer than the morning sun side. Diane sat in the loveseat and plopped her feet up on the ottoman. John went and sat on the floor against the window pane and watched her. Diane closed her eyes. John watched her. Time ticked away. The faint sounds of Chris Botti’s trumpet coming from the other room could be heard. The music eventually changed to an old song of Bryan Adams. John sat quietly waiting and watching. He could, and would, out wait her, any day. Diane could hear her heart beating in her ears and wondered if John could sense her anxiety. She quietly breathed in deeply. The music changed again, and the soft sounds of Jann Arden singing an old standard, “ You Don’t Know Me Well ” made Diane open her eyes. She saw John sitting on the floor waiting patiently. She gave him a little smile. “Well, that song says something, eh?” Diane laughed. John smiled at her, waiting. “Can we start?” Diane asked. John nodded and got up off the floor. He returned a moment later with Beauty, and he put the ...

... spare on the nearby stool. Beauty watched Diane re-position herself. She looked up at him. Click. The light was very warm on this side, showing her skin with more golden light. John started the quiet chatter again, making comments about this and that; asking benign questions like what was her favourite foods, where her next vacation was going to be. Beauty could see Diane both physically and mentally start to relax. Diane thought, “His voice is soothing and quiet.” The music was on random and Nora Jones’ Happy Pills started. The tune was uplifting, and Diane was becoming used to Beauty’s watchful eye. She got up and unzipped her capris and wriggled them down. Beauty watched and took another few photos as her bare legs emerged and the tail of her faded denim shirt covered her ass. The conversation flow was much better than yesterday. Diane had made a specific point to just let it flow and John had made a special point to not intrude on her privacy. They discussed music, and movies, and stuff that was not intrusive, until … John quietly said, “I want to know more about you.” Diane looked up, and gave a slight smile. “Why is that?” Beauty was ever present, watching like a guardian. Click . Quietly John answered her. “You intrigue me, Diane. Simple. I have thought of you since our first tea meeting, and you seem to have it all, and so liberating to have photos taken of yourself, but I want to know more. Why? What led you here? More. Please.” Diane paused. She knew something like this ...