[crazyloco]

Chapter Four

The apartment at the top of the stairs was, in a word, unreal. It was not large, but not small either—a studio with a modest kitchen, a decent common area, and a giant king-sized bed, Expensive furniture and accessories made for handsome decorations throughout. Ashley’s eyes darted about, soaking in the details. Leather sofa. Black, ultra-modern (and, likely, ultra-expensive) coffee table. Gray sheets and bedspread. And, oh, almost every square inch of wall space was covered with a painting of a naked woman or a woman’s body parts. Some of it was photo-realistic. Some of it was abstract.

The thoughts raced through Ashley’s all at once. Wow those are nice tits. That’s a lot of butts in one painting. Man she’s flexible; what is that pose even called, “Downward Eagle Spread?” That one is huge—is it a vagina? Tough to say. Seems very hairy.

“Yes, that’s a pussy,” Maria laughed as if reading her mind.

Ashley laughed. “Who drew it?”

Maria cocked her head to the side as if in thought. “I think his name is Felipe,” she said after a moment. “Andres fancies himself an artist so many of these are his. But he also has painter friends. And photographers who transpose their pictures to canvas. Felipe is more abstract.”

“Seems like a very abstract but very hairy pussy,” Ashley noted with a grin.

Maria laughed again. “It was a very hairy pussy. But, in my defense, I am Spanish and, at the time, I was 18. I didn’t know it could be any other way.”

Ashley’s eyes went wide. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine,” Maria chuckled and lifted her dress so that Ashley could see a very smooth pussy with only a thin, vertical strand of pubic hair.

“See, I took care of it.” Maria winked. “Now, what can I get you to drink?”

Ashley shook her head as if to snap herself back to reality. “Oh whatever you’re having is fine.”

“Okay,” Maria responded and turned to the kitchen. She didn’t start to pull her dress down until she was halfway there.

“I’m sorry about downstairs,” Maria said as she went about arranging glasses and alcohol.

“It’s fine,” Ashley responded. She tried to relax and had nearly forgotten she was no longer wearing a shirt but she caught a glimpse of her bra and noticed that, in the well-lit apartment, there was little left to the imagination, particularly because of how hard her nipples were.

Maria returned with two drinks in her hand.

“Another toast,” she said, handing one of them to Ashley. “To exploring new possibilities.”

Ashley clinked her glass against Maria’s but said nothing at first.

“And what new possibilities are those?” Ashley she finally asked, the hesitation in her voice obvious.

“Well, as you Americans say, TBD,” Maria smiled. She stepped over to Ashley and brushed her hair tenderly away from her face. Her hand dropped to her shoulder, and she traced the edges of Ashley’s clavicle. He hand dropped again, this time, the tip of her forefinger gingerly tracing the outline of Ashley’s right nipple through the bra. A chill went up Ashley’s spine. “Come. Sit.”

Maria took Ashley’s free hand and pulled her deeper into the apartment, over to the sofa. It was a soft, supple leather, and, when she sat down, Ashley sank so deep into it, she felt as though the couch was trying to eat her. The process pushed her skirt up (that seems to be a recurring theme tonight, she thought), but with only Maria, in the room, she didn’t bother to try to adjust it. Maria sat next to her, closer to the edge of the sofa, avoidng the same engulfment.

“Andres uses this place to...unwind,” Maria said, sipping her drink. “I do too. It suits us.”

“Are you and Andres a couple?”

Maria took another sip, as if contemplating the answer. “Perhaps yes. But not in a traditional sense. He has an eye for other women. I do as well. Sometimes, we have an eye for the same woman. I also have an eye for other men. We have enjoyed each’s other company for almost 15 years, except when we are enjoying the company of others. It works for us”

“What works for us?” a male voice came so suddenly that Ashley jumped slightly, part of her drink spilling over the top of her glass.

It seemed like he had come out of nowhere, but Ashley looked and saw a door leading to an outdoor balcony that she had not noticed earlier. He must have been outside on the balcony when they first came in.

“Our relationship,” Maria said, puttering her drink down and standing up smoothly. She motioned to Ashley. “Andres, this is Ashley.”

Ashley also stood up, fully conscious of her current state of moderate undress. She tugged at her skirt with her free hand and moved the other hand across her chest. “I’m sorry,” she said as she extended her hand. “The man downstairs took my shirt.”

Andres smiled, and Ashley could see why women would undress for him. He was tall, muscular, with mostly jet black hair. The gray temples did nothing to detract from his good looks; if anything, they gave him an air of sophistication. His smile radiated charm, and his hands felt both strong and delicate when he took her hands in his. He wore a plain white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. “It is a pleasure.”

Ashley smiled but was having a hard time finding something to say. “You have a beautiful apartment,” she finally sputtered out. “And bar.”

Andres shrugged his shoulders but then smiled kindly. “It serves a purpose. But I would not call it beautiful. Believe me, I have an eye for what is beautiful.”

He released her hand, and his eyes rested on her chest. After a few seconds, they came up, met Ashley’s, and then came down to ther chest again. As if hypnotized, Ashley dropped her hand, so that he had an unobstructed view of her bra. Her nipples were still hard, and there was little doubt he could see her tits plainly. His smile widened.

“Apparently, Maria also has an eye for what is beautiful,” he said, turning away so that he could walk to the kitchen.

“Ashley,” Maria said, walking over to her. “Can you help me with this dress? It’s very tight and I want to slip into something more comfortable?”

“Uh, sure, okay,” Ashley said. She put her drink down on the table (mindful to do so on a magazine) and walked over to Maria. Maria turned, and Ashley pulled down on the zipper on the back of the dress. Maria shimmied a few seconds, and the dress fell to the ground. She stood there, naked.

“I understand you met Maria on the beach today,” Andres called out, as he made his drink. Ashley could see him pouring a clear liquid into a glass and could hear the ice clanking about.

“Yes,” she called back.

“Well, then, you know she is no stranger to nudity,” Andres laughed. He came around the corner with a glass in hand. “In public or in private.”

Maria shrugged. “I’m comfortable naked,” she said, and scooped the dress from the floor.

And why not? Ashley thought. Her body was as Ashley remembered it. A perfect combination of skinny, muscular, and softness on a perfectly tanned body. Beautiful tits, larger than her own, a smooth pussy, smooth legs, and an amazing, muscular ass, which Ashley was staring at now as Maria hung up her dress.

“You two should consider taking some clothes off,” she said as she moved back to toward her drink. She grabbed it and started to make her way to the balcony door. “I’m going to drink in the fresh air.”

Ashley watched her the whole time, a tingling sensation flooding her body. She wasn’t sure what was happening or what would happen. The drinks she had earlier were working their magic. She could feel as much. She thought it would be best to put down the drink in her hand. Instead, she found herself taking another sip. A longer one, hoping it would provide the liquid courage she needed.

“What do you think of her suggestion?” Andres asked with a wink.

Ashley hesitated, then took another sip. “I can’t really take anything off without two hands.”

Andres walked over (is he gliding?) and took the drink from her. He said nothing further.

Ashley bit the bottom of her lip. For the first time, she could hear some faint hooting and hollering come from the balcony. Perhaps some young men were enjoying the current view. She found herself looking in that direction, hoping that, perhaps, Maria would come back in and save her again. But she had no such luck, and, if she was being honest, she wasn’t sure she needed any saving.

She reached back and unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits were out now, and Andres smiled as he looked at them. She could see movement in his pants and make out the outline of a dick that was starting to engorge.

She reached to get her drink, but he pulled it away. “Surely you can get even more comfortable, no?” he asked with another wink.

Her eyes widended....and then narrowed. “I could, yes,” Ashley said. “But, I feel so bad for you. Maria is very comfortable. I am mostly comfortable. But you must be so uncomfortable.” She walked over and put her hands on his belt.

Andres tried to move way but she tugged at the belt and he stopped squirming. “Don’t move,” Ashley warned. “You might spill our drinks.”

She unbuckled his belt, then tugged it away from his pants. Looking up into his eyes, she moved her fingers quickly. She unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them. They fell to the ground, and she stepped away.

Andres had not been wearing any underwear. He was completely shaved from the hip down. Ashley put her hands on her hips and took in the view of a very hard, very nice looking cock. It was not as big as the monster she had seen downstairs, but it certainly looked long and thick enough to make a woman happy.

“There,” she said. “Now you look comfortable too.”

He laughed and stepped out of his pants. “Well, as comfortable as one can be, given my current condition.”

Ashley laughed. “I guess that’s true,” she said. “At least it can’t get any worse.” Then a thought came to mind and a gleam came to her eye. “Or can it?”

Andres looked at her quizzically. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought to herself as she hooked her thumbs on the band of her skirt and underwear. After a quarter second hesitation, she pushed them down to the floor and stood there completely naked, facing him.

Not it was Andres’ eyes that widened. Ashley’s brown hair, with streaks of blond, hung just below the front of her shoulders. She had perky B-cup tits with small, light brown nipples that were fully hard. She was thin, her ab muscles plainly visible. Her pussy was competely smooth, without a single hair in the vicinity. Her legs were very muscular, which made sense, given Maria had told him Ashley was a dancer.

“Now I’m very comfortable, just like Maria,” Ashley said. “So maybe I should join her outside.” She walked over to Andres and grabbed her drink with her left hand. The tip of her forefinger on her right hand ran across the top of his cock.

Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, she thought as she turned toward the balcony dooor. I can’t believe I just did that! She took a few paces, stopped to take another sip of her liquid courage. It occurred to her, after a beat, that Andres was probably staring at her ass. She turned over her shoulder and confirmed her suspicions. She had a decent-sized ass for a petite girl, and she knew her daily squat routine had proven very beneficial.

She smiled at him, mostly because he looked comical, standing in the middle of the room in a white t-shirt, with his cock pointing straight out. If he was uncomfortable by the situation, he didn’t show it. Instead, he took a sip from his own drink and merely noted, “Don’t take too long out there.”

“We won’t,” Ashley responded and then turned and headed outside.