Commissioning His Virgin (Club Lush)

“Here we are,” I said as we arrived at the middle of the warehouse, and she could see the enormous canvas that I had prepared for our special painting. Tubs of paint of different colors lined the small vicinity around the canvas.

“Do you have an idea of what you want us to paint?” Gina asked, staring into my eyes suggestively as she bit her lower lip. I could have sworn she was teasing me, but I quickly realized she bit her lower lip whenever she was uncertain about something.

“I must say, Gina, I hadn’t thought that far,” I answered truthfully. This was not typical of me. I had always been proud of my ability to calculate every possible outcome of every move I made; I was a master at it. But every dog had its day. Today was mine.

“But I hoped you’d have an idea of something, sort of, you’re the artist here, blow me away.”

I couldn’t afford to not look in control — not before the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever seen.

Unexpectedly, Gina dipped her left hand in one of the tubs of red paint. Instead of hitting the canvas, she touched my right shoulder then ran through the tight space between the canvas and me. That the hand soaked in paint brushed across the canvas and my shirt. The imprint left behind on the canvas as a result of her touch was a thing of beauty. I was blown away by her innocent but bold deed. She didn’t care who I was or the fact that she’d ruined my shirt. Instead, she giggled and kept running in circles between the tight space, brushing her paint-soaked hand against the canvas and me.

“Oops, I’ve ruined your shirt!” she exclaimed amidst giggles, looking at me with her sexy blue eyes as if challenging me to follow suit.

I liked that very much. I wanted to feel young again. I wanted to let loose, have fun, and forget about how miserable scheduled life was. Gina was the break in life that I craved for so long. In the few minutes we’d been together, she’d made room for me to express myself without having to worry about who I was or her judgment. I loved every bit of that.

I dipped my hand in blue, ran across the tight space between Gina and me, bumping into the canvas. Her face glowed. She giggled even more. I could tell she was enjoying every bit of our experience.

We repeated this for about thirty seconds before I ripped my shirt from my body, the paint splashing all over my abs and chest. Gina couldn’t help but stare at my bare, muscular torso. I could tell she loved what she saw.

I dipped my hand into another tub of paint, green, but this time I ran after Gina. Stretching my hand, I tried but failed to grab her. We burst into uncontrollable laughter and kept chasing each other until we were both sweaty and out of breath.

“Oh my God, Elijah, I haven’t run like that in a long time,” Gina complained in the middle of laughter.

She bent over, supporting her body against her knees. The fabric of the dress she wore was now wet in paint, hugging every curve of her body, leaving so little to the imagination. Gina was so beautiful. Her full, firm breasts were the first thing my eyes noticed when she stood upright to catch some air. The dress traced the curve made by her navel then over her wide hips, dripping paint right above her knees. She didn’t seem to mind that she was covered and wet. All that seemed to matter was her happiness.

“You’re so beautiful, Gina,” the words seemed to escape from my mouth.

She blushed, bit her lower lip then licked the sweat dripping from her face down over her lips. I wanted to taste her lips so badly. I wanted to grab her arm, pull her body towards mine, then kiss her until she was out of breath. But I knew my moment would come. I would kiss and savor her lips.

“Is that all you got, Elijah?” she responded both suggestively and sarcastically, trying to hold back a laugh.

The question felt like a dare. Gina had just dared me to do something about her beauty other than complimenting her. Wow! She was bold, daring. I had never met a woman so bold before today.

I stood upright with a broad smile on my face, then chased after Gina one last time. This time she let me grab her. My body towered over her; I could feel her cheek on my bare chest. Her arms were wrapped around my waist. Her sweaty face stared directly into mine.

She was so beautiful. I could live my whole life in this moment right here. No woman had ever made me feel the way I felt about her in the whole forty-one years of my existence. Gina was so adorable; I could feel every nerve in my body screaming at me to kiss her.