He was in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art looking at one of the photographs. He was aware there was a woman beside him looking at the next photo. Suddenly she stepped in front of him to move to the next photo. His eyes met hers as he stepped back to give her room, but he bumped into someone else who immediately apologized, the way you do even if it’s not your fault.

“I can’t win,” he said to the woman.

“It’s so crowded here today,” she replied.

He looked at her. She was early thirties, he would guess. She had long red hair that cascaded loosely down her back, a contrast to her pale skin and blue eyes. She was a bit taller than him with a slim body that made her breasts look large. He couldn’t help but notice the hint of her nipples through her summery top.

“I heard that there are no tickets left for today. The lines outside are buying tickets for tomorrow.”

“I can believe it. I could only get a ticket for this afternoon when I got here before lunch.”

“I think there must be lots of people visiting from out of town. Do you live in the city?”

“No, I’m from Atlanta. I’m just visiting for a few days with some friends.”

He looked around as if trying to spot her friends.

She laughed. “They’re not here. They went to the wine country for the day. I don’t drink so I came here instead. But it’s too crowded to really see the exhibition.”

“Yes, it only just opened. So do you drink coffee?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go down to the museum café and get a coffee. The crowds will probably thin out as it gets nearer to closing.”

He could almost see her thought process as she wondered if he was hitting on her, wondered if she should go for a coffee and then immediately decided that it was only a coffee and she had just realized she’d actually like a coffee.

“OK. Lead the way.”

“This way Georgia,” he said.

“My name’s not Georgia, it’s…”

He cut her off. “You’re from Atlanta so I shall call you Georgia.”

She laughed. “Good job I’m not from St Louis. You could hardly call me Missouri!”

“I wouldn’t be that formal. I’d drop the ‘Miss’ and just call you Ouri.”

She lightly punched his arm. “Oh god, that’s even worse.”

They arrived at the café and he ordered a cappuccino for her and an espresso for himself. They sat at a table. When their coffees were ready she walked over to get them. He watched her from behind, admiring the way her tight jeans shaped her ass, and the way her long red hair came halfway down her back.

“So, Georgia, what have you seen in San Francisco so far? Have you seen the Golden Gate bridge?”

“No. And my friends will have seen it on the way to Napa so I might not even get the chance.”

“You can’t come to San Francisco and not see the Golden Gate. That would be like going to Atlanta and not seeing…what is there to see in Atlanta?”

“Not much. The World of Coca-Cola.”

“That’s not exactly the Eiffel Tower is it? People coming from all over the world to see it.”

“So how do I get to the Golden Gate without a car?”

“Well, I think you can take a bus. For sure you can take a taxi. Or I can be your tour guide and just drive you there.”

She didn’t answer immediately. He interrupted her thoughts. “Axe-murderers don’t usually go to art galleries,” he said.

She laughed. “But you must have seen it hundreds of times.”

“Yes, but it’s always fun to show it to someone for the first time. Especially someone whose hair is same color as the bridge. I bet it’s like the bridge. When they finish dyeing your hair they have to start again at the other end.”

“It’s not dyed,” she objected, playfully pushing him.

He reached out and ran his fingers through the last few inches of her hair.

“I know. Do you know what men think when they see beautiful long red hair like this?”

“Whether it’s dyed?”

“No.” The back of his hand stroked her neck as his fingers ran through her hair again.

“Whether…whether, how can I put it? Whether I’m a ‘true’ red-head.”

“And are you?”

She looked away, slightly embarrassed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Maybe I shave.”

“No, if you have beautiful red hair there, it would be sacrilege to shave it off. That would be like painting the Golden Gate Bridge white. Come on, Georgia, let’s go and see it.”

They walked to the parking garage and in a moment were crossing the city. The traffic was heavy since it was late afternoon.

“How much time do you have?” he asked as they crawled in stop-and-go traffic approaching the bridge.

“Oh, my friends won’t be back until late evening. They are having dinner up in the wine country.”

“So I guess I’m stuck with you all evening.”

“I might have other plans,” she teased.

“You’d better cancel them then,” he said teasingly, “because I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Yeah, right. You just want…” She stopped. “You just want to have dinner with me.”

“That’s not what you were going to say.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, you were going to say I just want to get into your pants.”

“And do you?”

“Want to get into your pants? Only out of academic interest to see if you are a red-head down there.”

She laughed. “Shall I tell you, to put you out of your misery?”

“No, I’m very skeptical. I need to see things with my own eyes.”

“So you’re hoping I’m just going to show you?”

“I don’t think you’d dare.”

The tension in the air was intense with the dare hanging there. Without saying a word more, she slowly undid the button on her jeans and slid down the zip, and opened her jeans out into a wide V. He looked over and could see the white front of her panties in the gap. She took a deep breath and then pushed the waistband of her panties down revealing an orange bush just slightly darker than the hair on her head.

“I knew you wouldn’t have shaved,” he said quietly.

He reached over slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him if she wanted, and ran his fingertips over her orange curls. He moved his fingers just a little lower, feeling the first hint of the start of the furrow of her sex through her hair.

The traffic started to move again. The moment had passed. Businesslike she zipped up her jeans and in a moment they pulled into the bridge parking lot. As they walked onto the bridge he took her hand. She interlaced her fingers into his. They went all the way to the first tower and looked back at San Francisco, its tall building lit up by the setting sun low in the sky behind them. She got out her camera and took a couple of pictures. He took a picture of her on the bridge, her orange hair flaming in the orange light of the sunset.

She stood at the railing looking at the city. He came up behind her and put his arms around her, resting his hands on her stomach.

“The Golden Gate is so beautiful,” she said. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

He let one hand slip down over her jeans until his thumb rested on the waistband of her jeans, his fingertips gently pressing against what he now knew was a mass of red curls. He leaned forward and nuzzled the back of her neck through her thick mane, planting a small kiss when he finally found bare skin. She shivered.

“You’ve got a beautiful Golden Gate too, Georgia. I’m looking forward to when you show it to me.”

He let his hand slip lower, running a finger slowly onto the seam of her jeans. He could feel her holding her breath as his fingertip approached where he guessed her clit must lurk beneath the thick denim. He pressed his hard cock against her ass. She pushed back against him, then started to move her hips slightly, gently rolling her ass against his cock

They heard a family approaching and moved their bodies apart. She turned to face him. He kissed her, a little friendly kiss that was just a down payment on what they both knew would come later. He put his arm around her and started to walk back to the car.

“What sort of food would you like for dinner?” he asked.

She barely paused before she said “Room service. I think my hotel has room service.”

“Or we can just go out later. There are restaurants open late.”

Neither of them needed to say anything about what they would be doing the early part of the evening.

“What do you like?” he said when they were back in the car.

“How do you mean?”

“I bet you like to be taken control of.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You loved it when I pressured you to show me your bush. I bet you were sopping wet.”

“It was very erotic. I was so aroused. I nearly came when you almost touched my slit.”

“We’ll have an erotic evening. But you must do whatever I say.”

“You know, I fantasize about being a maidservant or a slave when I…you, know.”

“When you masturbate? When your let your own fingers into the Golden Gate?”

“Yes.”

“And in your fantasies does your master treat you gently or roughly?”

She looked away, as if making an embarrassing admission. “Roughly.”

“So I should treat you roughly too, shouldn’t I? Push your boundaries a little.”

“You’ve already pushed my boundaries. I’ve never done anything like this in my life before. My friends call me the Ice Princess because I never sleep with a boyfriend until, like, the 27th date.”

“I bet you lose a lot of boyfriends that way.”

“Yes, they don’t usually last long enough to…enter the Golden Gate, as it were.”

He parked the car on an unremarkable street lined with shops.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

He put his arm around her and led her the remaining two blocks to Good Vibrations, San Francisco’s famous sex shop.

He picked up a large dildo, handmade out of colored glass. It had a long thick shaft and a bulbous knob.

“It looks like something that should be back in the art museum,” he said.

“It just looks…scary.”

“You told me to be rough. We could go for that one.” He indicated an impossibly large dildo.

“God no, you’d split me in half.”

He picked up an anal plug.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It goes in your ass. Have you put anything in your ass, Georgia?”

“No. It’s always sounded a bit weird.”

“It’s a good job that I get to make that decision tonight then. Maybe you’ll enjoy weird. Your asshole is nearly as sensitive as your clit, you know. Go and pick out a bottle of lube. I’ve got one more thing to get.”

He met her at the checkout and paid for everything. They got back into the car and drove to her hotel. She walked into the room ahead of him. His hands were on her hips as the door closed behind them. Finally they were alone.

Still behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck as he’d done earlier. Then he grabbed the hem of her top and in one smooth movement pulled it up over her breasts. She raised her arms for him. Now she was naked from the waist up. His arms moved higher, cupping her firm breasts, but teasing her by avoiding her nipples, which he could see over her shoulder were already excited and hard.

“You’ve got beautiful breasts, lovely big pink nipples,” he murmured, his mouth close to her ear.

He turned her around to face him, then let his hands slide down and cup her jean-clad ass as they kissed properly for the first time. He ground his already-hard cock against her crotch as their tongues intertwined.

His head slipped lower, trailing his tongue across the upper part of a breast until his mouth closed over one of her nipples. She shivered as his tongue circled it, and let out a long moan as he took it gently between his teeth. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the tip of her nipple as he lightly bit down on it, just enough to be slightly painful. She sighed, then reached up and put her hand on the back of his head, holding him against her breast.

He moved to her other breast, put his mouth over the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. With his teeth he gently grasped the whole center of her breast and then with his tongue he explored the hard nipple in his mouth.

She reached down and once again undid her jeans and unzipped them, an invitation to him. While he continued to caress her breast with his tongue, he slid a hand down across her stomach. He let his thumb slip into her panties while his fingertips slid over the outside of them. He could feel the fuzz of her red hair through them. His fingers slipped a little lower, into her jeans. He could feel the soft fleshiness of her outer lips through the thin cotton. She moved her hips slightly, pushing his hand deeper into her jeans. He started to move his fingers in small circles, lightly massaging her whole sex and sending thrilling ripples of pleasure spiraling away through her body.

She couldn’t wait. She hooked her thumbs into either side of her jeans and smoothly pushed down, sliding both her tight jeans and her panties over her hips. She wiggled them off and kicked them away along with her shoes, finally completely naked before him.

“So you want to sail through the Golden Gate,” she said. She sat down on the bed.

“Lie back and show it to me,” he ordered.

She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and put the soles of her feet together so her pussy was blatantly displayed between her thighs.

“So what do you think?” she said cheekily.

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Georgia. Your pale white skin, your swollen pink lips and your red hair. It should be in the photo exhibition in the art gallery where we met.”

He gently pushed his fingertips into her bright red pubic hair as he had done earlier. But this time he let a finger slide lower, just penetrating into the furrow between her outer lips and lightly massaging the root of her clit. She moved her hips up, trying to move his finger lower, trying to position her clit underneath it. But he moved his finger away, letting her frustration continue to accumulate, knowing that eventually the release would be even greater.

He put his hands on her outspread thighs. Slowly he stroked his hands up the silky skin of her legs until his fingers just touched her outer lips. He gently pulled open her sex, spreading her pink inner lips a little. He bent forward and, barely making contact, ran his tongue up the valley between her inner lips. She moaned. He didn’t touch her clit yet, just kissing her lips, sucking them into his mouth, pushing his tongue into her opening, sending waves of excitement radiating through her body from her pussy. Her hips were rocking as if they had a mind of their own. The pale white skin of her breasts and upper body were flushed pink with excitement. He could tell she was already close to coming.

He pulled her sex open wider so that her clit was completely exposed. He could sense her desire, sense her whole body focused on her clit, anticipating the moment she’d been waiting for since they were on the bridge. He touched his tongue to her naked clit as lightly as he could. Her whole body jerked and she groaned. He continued to just touch her clit with the tip of his tongue, barely moving at all, coaxing twinges of pleasure from it. An uncontrollable pre-orgasmic spasm ran through her body. Her eyes were closed now, her entire world condensed down to the small nub underneath his tongue, her desire focused on when he would finally lick her properly. But he didn’t yet. He continued to tease her by hardly touching her clit at all. At the same time he moved a finger between her inner lips and stroked it up and down, feeling for the entrance to her body. He circled just outside, the merest fingertip entering her. Her body screamed out for relief, for his tongue to attack her clit, for his fingers to fill her cunt.

Finally he pushed his finger deeper. Considering how aroused she was, she was still very tight, but she was very wet. Slowly he started to move his finger inside her, gently massaging the sensitive front wall of her cunt. Her body twitched again, her orgasm getting closer.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned unnecessarily. She reached up and started to stroke her own nipples.

She would come instantly if he moved his fingers fast inside her, or if he really licked her clit hard. But he didn’t. He continued to let her desire build up agonizingly slowly, hardly touching her clit, hardly moving his finger inside her. He knew what she wanted but wasn’t ready to grant it to her yet.

He moved another finger down following the trail of juices running down between her ass-cheeks, feeling for her asshole. Her body quivered again the moment he reached it. He wondered if anyone had even touched her there before. He rubbed some of her juices in a small circle, feeling the tight muscle just start to relax. He could feel the tiny entrance like the center of some exotic sea-anemone. He pushed a little more firmly, the very tip of his finger just starting to pierce the ring of her asshole a little.

Her body was shaking, almost as if she was having a fit. Her whole groin was a knot of pleasure, one finger just hovering in the entrance to her ass, another finger slowly fucking her cunt, and his tongue dancing tantalizingly on her clit.

He slowly pushed his finger into her ass and it was like he’d pushed a detonator. She screamed out as her body exploded in a firework display of intense pleasure and her climax burst through her body. At last he licked her clit harder, encouraging her orgasm to continue, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from the tiny button. She was lost in her own world of joy, oblivious of the room and the world around her.

As the last ripples of her orgasm died away, he rolled her over onto her front. He reached into the bag from the sex shop and got out two pairs of handcuffs.

“Move up the bed,” he ordered her. Then he took each wrist in turn and handcuffed her to the bedpost so her arms were outstretched. Without being asked she pulled up her knees and spread her legs wide, displaying her pussy to him like a mating animal. He reached into the bag again and, out of her sight, got out the lube and the ass-plug.

He reached forward with both hands and spread her ass cheeks. He looked down at her asshole, a tight brown asterisk nestled in the valley between the pale-skinned hills of her ass.

“You’ve got a beautiful asshole, Georgia,” he said.

He bent forward. Her hips jerked in surprise when his tongue first touched her asshole. He knew it was a completely new sensation to her. He licked back and forth in the cleft between her cheeks, back and forth over her asshole. Then he started to circle on it, probing with the tip of his tongue, persuading her body to unlock and grant him admission. He pushed his tongue down, away from her asshole, until he pushed into the opening to her pussy, tasting the juices of her orgasm.

He sat up and picked up the ass-plug and the lube. He reached over and dribbled a stream of lube directly onto her asshole. She jumped in surprise when the cool gel hit her. With one finger he massaged it around her asshole, gradually starting to push a fingertip into her as her body relaxed. He started to slowly move that finger back and forth, rubbing the lube inside her, a little bit more of his finger vanishing into her ass each time he penetrated her.

“Isn’t it exciting that you are going to get fucked in the ass for the first time tonight?”

As he slowly fucked her asshole with his finger, at first she lay motionless, but gradually she warmed up and started to lift her ass to meet his finger.

“That’s right,” he said. “It’s feeling good now isn’t it?”

She just moaned. He replaced his finger with tip of the ass-plug and slowly worked it into her, pushing hard so that her ass distended and then relaxing to let her body get accustomed to being invaded in her virgin asshole. He listened to her moaning, adjusting the pressure so that it was very intense without being painful. Finnally her asshole spread around the widest part of the plug and then it slid in easily and locked into place.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“It’s fine now. It was painful a moment ago but now it just feels odd. Nobody has even touched my asshole before.”

He undressed while he admired the tableau before him. The pale-skinned girl handcuffed to the bed, the black base of the ass-plug between her cheeks, the pink lips of her cunt framed like a Georgia O’Keefe orchid painting between her outspread thighs. He moved over her body, his chest against her back. He kissed her neck, licked her behind her ear and whispered quietly to her.

“You are so hot, Georgia. Are you ready for my cock? Do you want to feel it inside you?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “More than anything in the world right now.”

His rigid cock was between her thighs, nuzzling against her lips, teasing her by just touching her lips, teasing her by not entering her. He reached down and positioned his cock so that he was just nestled in the entrance to her cunt. She pushed her body back, but he moved back too.

“Not so fast, I’m in charge remember. Lie still. Just savor the feeling as I come into the Golden Gate.” He slowly pushed his cock a short way into her, feeling her body first resist and then concede as he slipped in. “Tell me how it feels, Georgia.”

“I’m so wet, but you feel so big in me. Especially with that thing in my ass.”

He pushed his hips forward a bit more, penetrating her further.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “I want you all.”

“And you shall have me. But you are so sexy I won’t be able to last long this time.”

He slammed his hips forward burying the rest of his cock deep into her cunt. She cried out in surprise. His body pressed hard against her ass, pushing the plug deeper into her. His hips rose and fell, vigorously thrusting his cock into her. She cried out when he bit the back of her neck like a mating animal. A few more thrusts and he was coming, emptying deep into her hot, tight cunt.

He pulled out of her and lay on her back for a moment, both their bodies limp and sweaty, his softening cock resting between her cheeks and pressed against the ass-plug. Finally, he got up and found the glass dildo.

“I’m going to fuck you with the glass cock now,” he said. He picked it up and dribbled some of the lube onto the bulbous head.

“It’s very big, Georgia,” he said as he positioned the glass cockhead in her opening, gently pushing it back and forth watching as her pussy lips unfurled around it. She grunted each time he pushed forward, but she pushed back against him, doing her share to try to get the glass cock inside.

“It’s too big,” she groaned.

“You can do it, Georgia. Your Golden Gate can take it.”

He put down the dildo, picked up the lube and poured some onto his fingers. Then her reached between her legs, pushed a finger between her lips and slipped it easily into her.

“That’s one finger, Georgia,” he said. “That was easy wasn’t it?”

He pulled out of her, nestled two fingers between the pink curtains of her labia and slowly pushed them into her, meeting almost no resistance.

“That’s two fingers, Georgia. You can do it.”

He pulled out of her, formed three fingers into a sort of beak and positioned them in the opening to her cunt. He pushed a little way into her, then pulled back, then pushed back in a little deeper. Gradually he fucked her until all three fingers vanished into her body.

“That’s three fingers, Georgia. Have you ever had three fingers in you before?”

He pulled out of her and made a conical beak with all his fingers and pushed them halfway into her now-relaxed body. She groaned at the intensity of the invasion. He thrust harder, working a little deeper into her. She groaned again. Each time he pushed forward, his fingers would stretch her a little wider and she would groan.

“I’ve got four fingers in you now. That’s much bigger than my cock. Now you can take the glass cock.”

He picked it up again, positioned the point of its head between her swollen pussy lips and moved it up and down until he felt the entrance to her body. He pushed forward slowly but firmly, watching her lips wrap around it as it gradually vanished into her. As the cock slid into her she started panting. Finally the bulbous cock-head penetrated past her lips and they folded back over the narrower glass shaft.

“Oh god, that’s enormous,” she moaned as the head finally entered her body. He moved a hand between her legs underneath her body so that he could stroke her clit as he started to fuck her with the glass cock, rubbing the big knob against her g-spot slowly back and forth. He’d pull the cock back out until the wider head was just emerging and stretching her lips, and then slowly slide it deep back into her, a little deeper each time as her body gradually became accustomed to the invasion.

“Oh..that’s so…intense…I’m nearly…coming…again,” she gasped between thrusts.

He started to fuck her faster, thrusting the glass cock in and out vigorously. Each stroke of the dildo seemed to pump more arousal into her, driving her passion up like a cyclist climbing the last few turns of a steep mountain pass. Finally, she went over the top, hurling her whole body back against the thrusting glass rod while her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami, followed by smaller waves one after another. He worked her orgasm with the cock until it finally died away, and then he pulled the glass cock out of her, watching her cunt-lips slowly come back together like curtains closing.

She lay still on the bed. “I don’t know that I can take any more,” she said.

He poured some more lube onto his cock, already hard again. Watching her lying face-down while he mercilessly fucked her with the glass cock had clearly been exciting.

“You do what I say tonight, remember.” He reached out and wiggled the plug in her ass. “Are you ready for your first ass-fuck?”

He pulled the black plug slowly out of her ass, watching her body fight against the exit of the widest part. He put one hand one each ass cheek and moved them apart, opening up her asshole, a mysterious dark opening surrounded by a pink rim. He moved the point of his cock to its center and pushed forward a little. She started panting again as her tight rear entrance started to be entered for the first time by a man.

“Your little virgin ass is so tight,” he said as he gradually rocked back and forth, working his cock into her bottom a little bit at a time. “Relax, enjoy the intensity, enjoy the novelty.”

His cock-head was inside her ass so he started thrust a little, slowly fucking the widest part of his cock into her, listening to her as she alternately panted and groaned.

“You’re no longer a little anal virgin, Georgia,” he said quietly. “My cock is in you now.”

He squeezed a little more lube around the area where his shaft was buried in her asshole. Then he thrust his hips forward and his cock was completely inside her, his belly pressed against her ass-cheeks.

“Doesn’t that feel good, now that I’m completely in you. Have you ever felt so full?”

He pulled out so that just the head of his cock remained in her, his body hovering above hers.

“You have to do the work now,” he told her. “You need to fuck me with your ass.”

He held his body still so that she could thrust her ass up, impaling him inside her, before she lowered her body, letting his cock slide almost out of her ass. Once she could feel what she was doing, she started to fuck him harder, sliding her asshole up and down along his motionless cock, stroking his arousal up and up.

“Keep going, Georgia,” he said. “You’re going to make me come.”

He bent over her body so he was lying against her back, crushing her onto the bed. His hips moved slowly back and forth, stirring his cock inside her ass.

His head was close to her ear, nestled in her red mane. “Squeeze me with your ass, Georgia,” he whispered.

She tightened her whole lower body, squeezing his cock with her asshole. “That’s good,” he whispered. He pushed a hand underneath her, slipped it through her red curls until he found her slit, following it until he felt the hard point of her clit. “Oh yes,” she moaned as his fingertip finally touched her there.

His hips rose and fell, fucking her tight ass in long slow strokes while his finger drove her exhausted body up towards another orgasm.

“I want to feel your ass when you come, Georgia. I want to feel the contractions of your climax. I want you to feel your asshole milking my cock.”

Her body twitched. She was close to coming, her body unable to resist the twin pleasures of a cock in her previously unused ass and his finger tickling her clit. “Come for me,” he whispered in her ear. And she did. A much less intense orgasm than before. Her asshole spasmed rhythmically on his cock as her climax unwound, almost more than he could take without coming himself. “Yes, yes, you little ass-fucker,” he whispered as her orgasm faded.

He pulled his hand out from underneath her. Now it was his turn. He pulled himself from her ass, moved up the bed and undid one of the handcuffs that restrained her face-down on the bed. She rolled over onto her side so she was facing him.

“Make me come with your mouth,” he ordered her.

She reached over, grasped his cock and wrapped her mouth over it. As she stroked the shaft of his cock with her fist she licked his cock head. She licked him slowly at first, gently moving her hand up and down his cock at the same time. She might have been an anal virgin but she had done this many times.

“That’s right, Georgia, make me come.”

She stroked him faster, licking him more aggressively. She could sense how close he was. She could feel the tension in his body. He grabbed her long red hair and pulled her hard onto his cock, pushing himself into the back of her mouth. She pushed her head forward, fucking him with her mouth. A few more aggressive thrusts and he was just on the point of coming. She seemed to sense it perfectly, she stopped thrusting him into her mouth and with just the tip of her tongue she tickled the most sensitive spot on his cock until she took him the last few steps over the top and he climaxed. She caressed his cockhead with her tongue while the first few warm jets shot into her mouth, then she pulled away so she could watch as the last few dribbles of his orgasm emerge, before leaning forward to lick his cock clean.

He lay down beside her, undid the other handcuff, and the two of them cuddled, completely spent.

“That was intense,” she said. “I’ve never let someone just take complete control like that. It was so exciting knowing I had to do whatever you wanted.”

He kissed her tenderly. He slid one hand down over her stomach and ran his fingers through her red pubic hair, pushing one finger into her slit and just lightly touching her sex, affectionate rather than arousing, careful not to irritate her over-sensitive clit.

“You’ve got a beautiful Golden Gate, Georgia,” he said. “But painting the Golden Gate is never done. So now that we’ve finished it’s already time to start again!”