Message-ID: <21539asstr$943798200@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3840B21A.B524222E@cybertap.com> From: Pat Reply-To: pat@cybertap.com X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Subject: {ASSM} Prabha's Art - Part II (MF, Cons) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854"; x-mac-creator="4D4F5353" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 300 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 23:32:01 EST Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 09:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar PRABHA'S ART - PART II by Elana White Copyright 1999 CONTINUED FROM PART I "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean any harm!" she stuttered. The older woman was trying to take the dress away from her. Thinking she was angry about her crumpling it, Lise let go and reached desperately for her own clothes. But the tattooist had taken her wrist, the one she held over her breasts, and was gently pulling on it. Reluctant to uncover herself, Lise stepped forward to keep her balance and before she knew it, she found herself standing outside the dressing room, practically naked, with two strange people staring at her. She shook. The old woman gently pried her arm away and placed it at her side. She stroked Lise's cheek softly, whispering soothing sounds, humming a gentle exotic song, her head tilting slowly from one side to the other. Then she smiled and gestured toward Lise's right breast with her little pot of henna and the ivory applicator. Lise was confused. She looked toward Adam, as if he could offer her some shelter. Adam smiled. "Relax, lovely one, let Prabha look at you." Lise blinked and swallowed, but stood still while the old woman examined her. Her hands flitted lightly over her body as if measuring her, testing her, and she even pinched one of Lise's breasts gently. Prabha then stilled, her eyes fixed on Lise's right nipple, considering her intently. The nipple tightened up into a hard nugget under the woman's gaze and Lise shuffled her feet, embarrassed. But Adam's eyes held her still until Lise felt fingers on her breast and then the cold, wet touch of Prabha's little ivory instrument. Adam watched, never taking his eyes from Lise. Lise looked down and watched as Prabha marked her skin with the black henna paste. It shone glossily against her white flesh, and she felt it tightening as it dried. Her nipples stayed hard and erect as Prabha worked. The old woman seemed pleased with Lise's reaction to her, and Lise flushed pink as she felt arousal spreading from her nipples to her sex each time Prabha touched her with the little ivory stick or manipulated a breast to give herself a better angle to work with. Prabha worked quickly and when she was done she looked up into Lise's face with a devilish smile and then turned her so she could see herself in the dressing room mirror. Her breasts had become flowers. Intricate black, lacy flowers with bright pink, puckered nipples at their hearts. Lise's breath caught in her throat at the beauty of the effect and at the way it made the power of her sexuality pour from her soul. She touched her nipples with the middle finger of each hand, stimulating them further, feeling the throbbing in her cunt grow to an insistence that was becoming unbearable. No longer caring that she was naked in a store with two strangers, she looked up and saw Adam staring hungrily at her in the mirror. His cock had grown harder and harder as he had watched Prabha working on Lise's nipples. As she played with them in the mirror she heard him groan softly. He thrust his hips forward as Prabha took her seat again to continue adorning his sex. Just before she resumed her work, Prabha turned to her and said: "You must wait at least one hour." Adam grinned at Lise as he heard Prabha's words and then, as Prabha's ivory touched his tumid penis, his eyes fluttered a little and he sighed. It was hypnotic. Adam was helpless, unable to move as Prabha worked her art upon him, pinned under Lise's gaze as she moved around the shop, never taking her eyes from him. She drank in the sight of his erection, letting it arouse her more and more as it became covered with lacy designs, dots and squiggles that accentuated the veins that stood out so beautifully against the hard column of his sex. His eyes tried to hold hers each time she looked into them, but he sighed and his cock throbbed visibly each time she looked back to it. He loved this, Lise realized. He loved being watched, being admired, being tended to. His skin was flushed all over and as dewy as her own soft breasts. His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow surges, his jaw clenched as he concentrated on the feeling of Prabha's instrument daubing wet designs onto his painfully erect penis. His muscles twitched as he suffered joyously under Lise's unabashed, barely restrained admiration and lust. Suddenly Prabha sat up again and sighed, wiping her forehead with the back of one hand. Her skirt draped like a bowl between her widely-spread knees and she rested her elbows on them like a farmer who has just finished a long day toiling under the sun. Lise admired the way the lime green fabric of her sari glistened and flattered the old woman's nut brown skin. The wrinkled skin of her face looked delicate and soft and Lise, standing a few feet away, completely unembarrassed now by her nakedness, proud of it, wished she could touch the old woman's cheek to feel how sweet it would be. Prabha's work of art was complete. Lise felt a moment of panic, wondering what to do. The spell she had been under as Prabha had bent over Adam threatened to shatter and leave her standing, naked and shy, in the middle of the floor. "You stay hard!" Prabha scolded, shaking a stiff finger at Adam as if in example of what she wanted of him. "One hour!" And with that, in a rustle of silk and silver, she vanished behind a curtained doorway next to Adam. Adam and Lise watched her go, blinking in surprise, and then turned back to one another, feeling sheepish. The spell was threatening to break. Lise plucked at the low waistband of her panties and turned aside slightly, almost ready to bolt for the dressing room. "No....please...," Adam whispered. Lise looked back toward him. She could see that his discomfort was intense. His teeth were clenched and his eyes cried out in longing. She had lost track of time. How long had he been sitting there, as hard as any man she had ever seen, while Prabha touched him with her feather-light teasing art. As she, Lise, had slithered around the room like a pale, quivering goddess, her musk rising to her nostrils like the rarest incense. Could he smell her? She began to stroke her skin again, the tight henna on her breasts made her nipples clamour for Adam to suckle them hard and hard and hard. Her clit suddenly swelled with an acute signal that this was not yet over. She wanted to touch him, but kept her distance. She continued to play with her nipples, delicately pinching their tips, pulling at them, as she prowled around the shop, never taking her gaze off of Adam. She let her hips sway brazenly, feeling her swollen pussy lips brushing the damp cotton of her panties. She trailed her fingers over the soft cotton clothes on the racks, relishing the textures, hearing the little bells on their waistbands tinkling suggestively. It was becoming impossible to keep her fingers away from her pussy. She could feel the heat of her sex radiating onto the skin of her thighs. Her clit was pounding with need. She slipped her right hand under the elastic of her panties. "Oh yes, lovely, touch yourself." Adam moaned. "God you're driving me crazy. Keep me hard...do yourself, let me watch you." Adam's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he fought not to touch his aching penis. Goosebumps shimmered over his skin, his glassy eyes were fixed on her body and her face. There was a large wooden elephant at Lise's side, just the right height for a seat. Not taking her hand from inside her panties, she swung one foot over the elephant's head and lowered herself onto its back, facing its tail end. Its large round head made a perfect back rest and she leaned back on it, giving Adam a perfect view of her hand, busily exploring inside her panties. She locked her gaze on his and shivered at the intensity in his wide grey eyes. Imagining it was his tongue between her legs, she slipped her middle finger along her folds, spreading the slippery dew all around and getting her finger completely covered with it. She could hear the little wet sounds she was making over the small moans and sighs that were coming from Adam's throat. His hips rose up as he clenched his buttocks tightly and his turgid cock rose up as if trying to take a peek at what Lise was doing. "Lick it, my beauty, taste yourself." Lise's breath caught in her throat at the hoarse instruction. Adam's cock was beginning to dribble, a wet smear of precome shone on his belly. He was so aroused. Lise wondered if he might come without even being touched. She knew that mustn't happen. Not yet. So she ignored him and continued to tease him, and herself, hiding her hand inside her panties, rubbing her finger ever so lightly over the hard point of her clitoris, bringing herself so close to the edge and then stopping for a minute to let herself come down a bit. With her other hand she pinched desperately at the tips of her nipples, trying hard not to disturb the henna design. She was getting so close to coming. Her clit felt like a tiny cock against her fingertip and that image aroused her even more. The shop was fading around her, even Adam was moving into insignificance as her eyelids slowly lowered more and more with her building orgasm. But she wasn't ready yet...not yet...she didn't want to do this herself. She wanted Adam...had to touch him. She would wait...just long enough. She arched her back and groaned loudly, frustratedly as she stood. She walked toward Adam like a predator, her shoulders hunched, her pelvis thrusting forward slightly as each step made the slick puffy lips of her sex slide against each other, stimulating the exquisitely excited nub between them. Adam watched her approach and his cock jumped and fell against his belly, the precome beginning to flow. His face was frozen in a rictus of passion, his eyes glued to Lise's erect decorated nipples. She stopped between his legs, breathing raggedly, and slowly slipped her panties off. She kicked them aside and then placed one foot on either side of Adam's hips, her cunt only inches from his face. Both of her hands reached down toward her sex. Her arms pushed her breasts together, accentuating their roundness, thrusting the little pink nipples toward Adam. His eyes flickered between her breasts and her sex. His mouth hung open and his tongue moved over his lips in an unconscious imitation of what he wanted to do to Lise. Lise touched herself, her hands so close he could have just moved his head forward and kissed them. She pulled the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the treasure within, the deep coral coloured mystery of womansex. Holding herself open with one hand, she slipped the middle finger of her other deep inside herself and as she did she made a cry that sounded so primal and so needful that Adam almost jumped up and threw her to the floor. But he didn't. He couldn't. Lise's lacy breasts shook before him as she quivered so close to orgasm that he could almost taste it. She pulled out her finger, wet and slick and shiny, and rubbed it over his lips. Adam cried out helplessly and grabbed Lise's hips, thrusting his hardened tongue as deep into her cunt as he could, lapping and sucking her delicious fragrant wetness into him. Lise gasped at the sudden onslaught and braced her hands against the wall as Adam's mouth sucked her orgasm closer and closer and closer.... "Okay...you can take it off now!" Prabha's voice cut into their sex-addled brains like a brilliant ray of sunshine through a bank of roiling thunderclouds. Without thinking, Lise reached out to Prabha's work table and grabbed a brightly patterned scarf. Pulling herself away from Adam's mouth with a desperate groan, she stepped back between his legs and fell to her knees and began frantically rubbing at his cock with the cloth, rubbing the thick dried henna paste off of him as fast as she could. Adam winced under her rough hands, terrified that she would make him come...he was so close. Never taking his eyes from her face, he took one of her breasts in each hand and rubbed his thumbs vigorously over the nipples, rubbing the henna off so it fell in flakes and dust down her belly, catching in her bush, dusting her thighs. When she cleaned him completely, Lise stood up and looked at him, catching her breath at the beautiful sight he made. His sex was covered with deep red designs, swirling around, flowing up, flaring out just below his cockhead. She had never seen anything so arousing in her life. "Fuck me...please ...you've got to fuck me with it. It's so beautiful. I've got to come or I'll faint...fuck me, fuck me please, Adam." She put her hands on his shoulders and moved to place her legs on either side of him, but he stopped her. She whimpered and implored him again. She needed to be fucked...she needed to be filled. Her clit demanded it. But he held her firmly by the hips and took one bright pink lacy nipple between his lips and the other between his fingers and sucked...hard...and it felt like syrup was running down from her nipple to her clit and pooling there, filling it up, more, more...harder and harder he sucked. And then he let her go and spun her around to face away from him. She protested and tried to turn around again, but he held her firmly and put one hand between her legs and pointed. She looked down and saw his hand...followed where it pointed...and found herself looking into the dressing room mirror. She stood there, naked, her hennaed breasts heaving, her thighs pink from the henna dust Adam had rubbed off her breasts. She saw her clit poking out between her florid cunt lips and watched as Adam brought his pointing hand back, turned up toward her and pulled a finger firmly across her clit. "Straddle me...come on lovely...I want to fuck you...come on. I want to watch us." Lise straddled Adam's hips and slowly lowered herself down toward him. She hesitated just as she felt the thick head of his cock slide between her lips. She was transfixed by the sight in the mirror. Her pale quivering body suspended over Adam's incredibly patterned cock. Her own delicate, lacy breasts with their flower-like nipples poking through the design. It seemed like one of the paintings she'd seen from the Kama Sutra. Impossibly erotic, exquisitely beautiful. The sight made her clit twitch and begin its climb into heaven so she braced her hands on Adam's thighs and lowered herself slowly, slowly down onto his hard thick cock, struggling mightily to resist the temptation to close her eyes. But she wanted to see every moment of this. So she watched as Adam's cock throbbed into her. Again and again he pushed at her. And she thrust back against him, twitching her hips so that his cock hit that perfect place inside. She watched his face as he came and as his come seeped out of her and she watched as he clenched his teeth and squinted against his own temptation to shut his eyes tight. He watched as Lise impaled herself on him over and over. He watched as she brought one hand forward and lightly, lightly flicked the very tip of her deep red, beautiful clit. He watched as she shook like a flower in a windstorm, as her nipples tightened even more as she came. He watched his own hand as he slipped it around her hip to play with her clit, replacing her hand and drawing out her orgasm so he could continue to feel the incredible spasms of her cunt around him, wanting to make her keep coming so that feeling would never end. After a few minutes, he felt her relax. Felt the flow of their juices on his balls as her pussy released him. She pulled away and turned around, sitting back down gracefully on his lap. Her chest and cheeks were still flushed red from her orgasm, her face wet with sweat, her eyes glassy. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful before. All he could do was look at her and fall in love. *** PRABHA'S ART is copyright 1999 by Elana White No reproduction is permitted in any form without written permission of the author. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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