As I ride the subway home, my body begs for a release. I still can’t believe I sat naked, in front of him. But most importantly, I can’t believe I let him play with me like that! His touch felt so good. And the way he talked to me, made me feel so beautiful and attractive. I’ve never had a man make me feel that way – so wanted. My body responded, enjoying the new experience. As he softly rubbed my clit, and whispered those naughty things into my ear, I couldn’t believe how turned on I got!

My body was like an instrument expressing a long-hidden song under his masterful hand. But just as that song was about to reach its crescendo, he stopped! He returned to his painting! And I was left sitting there, exposed, starving for more of his attention.

When I finally get to my apartment and step through the door, I see Kristi standing in the kitchen having a cup of coffee.

“Are you okay?” she asks. “You look a little flushed.”

I smirk and nod, trying to hide what I’m feeling. “I’m fine.”

Then I show her the picture I took of the painting. Kristi’s jaw drops, just like mine had. “This is amazing. You look amazing!”

Kristi had rehearsed the script with me, so she knew what was going to happen once we arrived at his painting studio. She cocks an eyebrow and looks at me mischievously.

“And was Mr. Jackson Miller as good with his hands in another areas?” she teases.

I nod vigorously, biting my lip.

Kristi shoots me a concerned look. “You look like you’re about to explode from all that pent-up sexual energy.”

“I am,” I blurt.

“Well, the apartment is all yours,” she informs me. “I just got called in last minute for a recording session. Whoever they hired before got sick. It’s some radio commercial for a new air purifier, or something like that. I forget. They’ll tell me when I get there. Anyway, I gotta run.”

Kristi finishes off her coffee, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and heads to the front door. Before leaving, she turns to me and says, “I think this is good for you, Rebecca. I always thought you needed to let your inner goddess out. Just don’t disturb the neighbors.” She flashes me a devilish smile and finally leaves.

The minute the door closes, I rush to my bedroom and throw myself on the bed. I hike down my jeans and slip my fingers under my panties. I vigorously start rubbing my clit as I picture Jackson standing close to me, saying all those dirty things. He’s so incredibly hot. And the fact that he’s such a talented artist only makes him even more attractive.

How did he know saying those things would get me so horny and wet?

Granted, he wasn’t exactly saying those dirty things to me. He was saying them to her. But right now, I want to believe he was saying those things to me, only me.

I’m a relatively conservative person when it comes to matters of sex, but his words really turned me on. And undoubtedly my body enjoyed everything he was saying and doing with his hand. My pussy didn’t want him to stop! And I’ve got to admit, neither did the rest of me!

But he did stop.

Just as I was approaching orgasm.

So now it’s up to me to finish the job. As I continue rubbing myself, I feel a warm wave wash over me. Then the muscles in my body begin to tense up. Since I’m home alone now, I let myself moan out loud, giving vocal expression to the joy rushing through my body. When the orgasm finally arrives, I can’t help but shriek with delight as I rock back and forth on the bed.

When I finally calm down, and catch my breath, I look around my tiny bedroom in disbelief. I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that on my own, while masturbating. But then again, I’ve never had someone as attractive and handsome as him say things like that to me.

Lying in bed, I replay the events of the day over in my head – our encounter in the museum, our lunch date, then sitting exposed for him in the studio. Did all this really happen? It feels like some kind of strange dream.

Then I receive a notification on my phone.

Jackson has sent me the next memory he wants to relive. As I read through the script, my cheeks flush again with nervous excitement. If I thought what I experienced today was hot and adventurous, the next memory I’m going to reenact with him will be even naughtier…and riskier.