Absolute Bliss

Disclaimer: The following story contains sexually explicit depictions of female and male sexuality, as well as an ambiguous taboo situation. All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of 18.

My second piece of fiction to publish! I finished this and my previous work 'Can't Lose For Trying' within the span of 4 days. Gee, the smut writing bug really got to me out of the summer heat? After writing a male-male story, now here comes some a good ol' straight story with a twist!

It's a typically hot Sunday afternoon in the town of Magaluf, Majorca where I reside. I'm just coming home from my gym routine because I partied too hard last night with some English tourists. The night before let me disappointed as none of those 'lads' actually felt like a good catch for me to take home last night. So yes: I'm sweaty, worked-up and in man-eater mode after rounds of lifting and cardio.

¡Hello! ¡Hola! ¡Guten tag! My name is Dina Sutter. Well.. Actually, it's been my assumed name I left my strict, controlling East German home shortly after turning 19. My real name is some crazy Hebrew biblical one and my last name is quite long -- but I like to say that young lady is good as dead. Simply put, I am a pastor's daughter and one in a numerous family of disciplined, picture-perfect, blonde-haired and ice-blue eyed siblings. All of us, but specially me and my sisters, had the misfortune to have grown under a man who strictly believed in old-time religious upbringing. At first, younger me simply put up with homeschooling and chores: It did prepare me for independence and gave me skills that still help me as an adult in life. However, the older I got, the less and less I found logic in the mythical tales that my father and mother used to demonize and instill fear of the unknown and of our own inquisitive human nature.

I pretty much grew without any other friends apart from my numerous siblings, particularly my next-oldest sister Rebekhe. Just a year and a half apart, 'Becqui' and I we were inseparable -- working on chores and getting into trouble as a unit - until one day, on one of the few times we'd leave our homestead for a religious convention, she met an American youth pastor of our same denomination. His father and ours - committed to the commandments of their faith - demanded a steadfast marriage, and thus my best friend and sister soon left for the United States of America.

Without Becqui by my side, I felt more and more 'out of place' within my family. My oldest brothers were sent to do missionary work to other parts of Europe. My oldest sister also got married, but to a local congregant young man. The restlessness and angst increased as I got closer to adulthood. I started to sneak out into town during the tiny silvers of a chance I had. Eventually, I came across the local library, which led me to discover a lot more of the 'outside world'. I would read numerous books on biology, sociology and arts that gave me a differentperspective on what I had been taught about relationships, love, sex... and the human body (The typical 'Avoiding sexual thoughts because God doesn't like them' spiel).

I remember the day I happened to pick a random book from the arts section. Unlike the dated, rugged hardcover books I had been picking, this one had a stylish, black-and-white photography of a beautiful woman with olive skin wearing a fashionable unbuttoned black shirt and jeans ripped at the bottoms. It looked edgy, new and revelatory. As I flipped through its pages, I felt jolts of electricity through my brain. Not only the photographs were aesthetic, they were defiant. I liked how the women dressed and had their hair styled: Unlike my conservative braids, their hair looked messy, rough and looked like if cut with a razor -- but I liked it! But another thing that I noticed is that both men and women lacked some garments throughout, and that made me feel something in a primal, physical level. Barechested men were a plenty in the book and that made my body tremble slightly, in what I now fully understand was lust.

A few dozens of pages later, I encountered a section within the book, divided from the rest of the contents by a black page with large white letters: "Nackt" German for "nude". Turning that page, my life was never the same: Full nudity of men, women, couples. My mouth opened agape as I had my first visual encounter with the male sex organ, long and veiny shafts of ivory, ebony and olive skin crowned by heavy pubic hair. If that wasn't enough, the supple, round breasts and rock-sharp nipples of the young women pictured completely bare caused a complete supernova inside my mind.

The deeper I wandered through the book, the more wanton in its allure it was. The couples section was all about erotic, passionate embraces. It wasn't long until I was holding whimpers and crossing my legs, as I felt dampness cover my so-called "granny-panties". I rushed to the library's bathroom in fear that I had pissed myself, but I noticed that this liquid was clear, unlike urine, and had a different scent. Despite all the books I've read, I shrugged this off as sweat, but later I realized I had my first orgasm.

After collecting myself after the experience, I returned to the library to periodically view that art book. I still appreciated the craft and beauty of the photos, but the more I looked to it, the arousal from the photos as a spectator evolved into a fantasy being the subject. My heart began to beat faster and my cheeks got redder as I imagined myself like that. Posing in the most alluring way completely exposed, I'd imagine I'd be dripping 'sweat' from my womanhood after just a few minutes. As I put back the book and began to leave for the door, I was stopped by the old lady who served as librarian.

"Guten abend, Schätze" said the old lady. "I see you really, really like that book with all of the naked people."

I got really embarassed "Uh... ehm.... I like art, I guess?" I had to nervously quip, fearing this lady was the town gossip.

She laughed "Dear, I know you are entering adulthood. What is it from this book that draws you in?"

I decided to be honest: "Please, don't tell anybody. I... I would like to show myself off like in this book, you know?"

She responded: "Oh, so you want to be an art model? There are akademies looking for people of all shapes and sizes to serve as reference in their classes. The best of them are outside this country, more precisely, at Vienna in Austria to the south." The lady stopped and gave me a few booklets: A guide to the Intercity Express rail system, a guide to the city of Vienna and pamphlets of some of its art academies.

I knew I was a at a crossroads in my life. My parents would never, never allow me to get outside my family home, even less if going to lay myself bare for strangers (Many of them young men my age who were probably atheistic, bohemian libertines) so I would have to do all of this in the dead of the night.

A few nights later, so I did... Since at first I was too shy to get completely bare, I began hanging around the akademies in Vienna as soon as I arrived there, approaching students and offering myself as a clothed model for their homeworks, every new opportunity becoming more confident with my posing. My earliest contacts -- later friends -- in Vienna even allowed me to keep the clothes of these early fashion/glamour sessions, mainly because the modest attire I arrived to the city made me look out of time and place. When spring turned to summer, it was time for me to take the plunge. One of the akademies was seeking volunteers for life drawing workshops and, with my heart pounding, I signed in. Twenty years later to that moment, I've have amassed a career and made myself a living simply showing off my body confidently. Individual artists, brands, publications, I bet a good chunk of the Western World has seen me in varying degrees of dress or undress.

The prestige and income from my now two-decade modeling career has allowed me to keep my body in shape at the age of 40 while living in the sunny holiday town of Magaluf. Although I must say, since a pandemic hit in the start of this current decade, most of my income at the moment comes from a premium subscription platform where I often post pictures of me wearing gymwear, bikinis, lingerie and for the users in the highest tier, nude pictures. It does make me laugh a little that even there being artistic and glamour nudes of me in my younger days freely on the Internet, there are still people wanting to see me bare it all in what I consider to be my current prime.

Speaking of gymwear, I decided to take myself a few sweaty, alluring selfies in my gym clothes for the basic tier and above. After posting them to the platform, I took a casual glance at the notifications featuring the the latest comments and monetary tips from my followers. Many of these tips are no more than $20 dollars or €22 euro.

And then a particular notification came through: "New subscriber tipped you $300 USD!"

"Wow! Quite the eager new follower! Or maybe a long-time fan that just discovered my premium page?"

I remembered that I had set up a "reward system" for a certain tip amount. "Let's see... Oh, my! This user has tipped for a videocall! Now that's admiration!" I felt a certain degree of gratitude -- and arousal -- for I was complaining that I didn't get "action" last night, but at least I would be able to get frisky -- virtually, but still I would get frisky -" So, I went to check this user's profile to message him in order to first thank him and then schedule our videocall.

Safe to say I was surprised by the user in question: The profile picture of a blonde, blue-eyed, shirtless young man with quite the physique, wearing bermuda shorts. "AdrianS03, age 22. USA/GER. Offensive tackle at a notable Southern United States university. Chemical engineering undergrad." If the fact that a 22-year-old tipped me the equivalent to what a typical 22-year-old actually earns at a job monthly puzzled me, a familiarity in the young man's face, coupled with emojis of the American and German flags in the bio got me feeling something was even more off.

I neverthless decided to get the air cleared by messaging him with an air of gratitude and mischievousness, as the money was legit or so my banking app's notifications appeared to confirm.

"Good morning, Adrian! First of all, thank you for your tip!" I texted him as since it was 5PM here, it would be around noon in his specified location.

"Holy sh*t! HOLY SH*T! Is this really Dina Sutter, the model?" The young man responded eagerly.

"Ha ha, yes this is Dina. How are you doing, honey?" I responded.

"Sorry for the language. My god, the tip worked!" he replied back.

I felt the young man's surprise that I wasn't a catfish or a scam profile was cute. I decided to play with him a little by sending him a picture of my still-sweaty post-gym body.

"Here, let me prove you I'm real." The young man dropped a surprised emoji at that picture. "So, when can we have our videocall? I'm down if you're down right now, babe?" As I typed, I bit my lip. My body was boiling up with desire and maybe being ogled at in real time by this young man at the other end of the pond would suffice.

"Hell sure!" He responded.

"Great! Just let me go for some wine and my phone stand, alright?" As I began gathering my things, I started to get really worked up. Still, there was a sense something in this was off.

I went to my bedroom, took my phone stand, then rushed to the kitchen to grab my favourite Louis XIII cognac -- a gift from an Arnault relative who was trying to get with me -- for my body was asking me to get in the "perfect mood". I felt like a perverted cougar exposing myself to a naive young man even though Adrian had initiated this whole thing. As I arrived in the living room, I sat in the sofa and installed my smartphone on the stand while serving myself a dram of that expensive cognac.

"I'm ready when you're ready." I had forgot changing into more comfortable clothes, although I didn't pay mind as Adrian's profile gave me the thought that he found athleticism and sport arousing. "Incoming videocall" Adrian was probably even more eager in his desire than me.

As I tapped on "Accept videocall" the visage of that athletic young man sitting on his desktop, his bermuda shorts now matched with a tanktop, covered my screen. He was in awe.

"Dina Sutter, wow... Well, hello?"

My heart began to flutter "Yes Adrian, it's Dina Sutter." I lowered my voice into a sultrier tone as I took a good look at him. He was handsome and easy on my eyes, sure, but...

... I couldn't help to be reminded of my sister Becqui when looking at Adrian...

... Could he...

... Could this young man, be actually my own nephew?...

The factions of his face, the fact that he had the German flag in his bio -- I started to imagine that Becqui probably divorced from her pastor husband and was probably shacking with some ultra-rich businessman that gave Adrian more than enough money to get through college -- If there was a César or Golden Bear for "most awkward family reunion", this current moment would win and I would have to shamefully accept that golden statuette.

On the other hand, my own female desires were not dampened at the thought of showing myself intimately to whom could likely be my nephew. Time and distance, plus the alcohol of my cognac and my own unsatisfied desire amplified by my strenous gym session earlier in the day, simply were too much. Plus, I think I could simply treat him like a generous subscriber while keeping the possibility he was my relative to myself?

"Dina... so tell me, how has your day been?" He began asking awkwardly. I knew he wanted to take things slow and not rush what would be an unforgettable moment.

"Nothing special dear, hungover from partying last night, Had a later than usual gym sesh because a woman like me, needs to keep her shape." I gave a soft laugh.

"Surely you do!" Adrian gave a soft chuckle back as he looked at me. "And tell me, Adrian darling: Where do you know me from?"

"Well... I discovered you a few months ago via some Instagram pages posting vintage glamour models." My modeling work from the 2000s to the early 2010s being considered vintage of all things! I wanted to laugh!

"Vintage? Am I that old?" I burst into laughter at this, and my laughter passed over to Adrian, who have a heartier, deeper guffaw.

"Ha ha. I know you're a bit older than me, but... There's an appeal to you." he regained his composure and said softly. "Ever since I saw you for the first time, I got completely mesmerized. You don't know how excited I am at the fact that you're still active." When Adrian said 'excited' I began feeling some wetness in my pussy.

"Oh, you're excited Adrian?. Tell me, what do you find exciting about me?" I began biting my lip again and rubbing my hands on my thighs.

"I really like your shape. Your... your titties." Adrian chuckled a bit when saying titties, which made me wonder if he had ever any experience with women at all.

"It's okay, you can talk as dirty as you want, Adrian honey." I took a swig of my cognac for what Adrian would tell he found sexy about me was exactly what I was going to show him.

"I really like your ass, and... Is your pussy bald or trimmed right now? I really like landing-strips on women." the young man responded to me.

As the cognac gave me liquid courage to finally cross what was - to my suspicion - a point of no return, I got up from my sofa, tilted my smartphone to give Adrian a better view of my whole body and asked my personal assistant device to play some sexy lo-fi hip hop on my stereo.

"Adrian, just relax, honey. Let me show... What you want to see. Alright?" Having uttered this softly and seductively, he just nodded his head. I felt my vaginal wetness come through into the realm of soft and audible squishes as my hips began swaying seductively and my standing position revealed a light patch of wetness coming through my yoga pants. I turned back while still swaying seductively and then pulled my pants' waistband down, revealing the diminute g-string buried between the round cheeks of my firm and sizeable ass.

I heard Adrian let out a light moan as he witnessed "Auntie" Dina's magnificient derriere, then I turned to face him again, revealing the even less modest front of my g-string, only covering my mons pubis while exposing my landing strip. "You like it, honey? You like Dina's landing strip?"

A low groan of arousal intercut on Adrian's speech pattern "Yes, I love it, I fucking love it."

Hearing him get dirty on his talking drove me wild. I pulled up my g-string in response, so it's bottom string would finally give my pussy some pleasurable friction after a long day of withholding proper stimulation. Needless to say, it got soaking wet.

I noticed that despite my shameless masturbation, the attentive young man was restrained on his reaction on the other side of the screen. "Adrian, dear... Feel free to masturbate. Take everything off if you need to. Show me your body." He first took off his tanktop, then got up from the desktop chair.

And then I saw what he was concealing from me. 15 inches -- the right size I must say -- of German-American wurst poking out from his bermuda shorts. He quickly dropped them and fully revealed his proud, rock hard and purple-headed erect penis. He grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and began generously pouring it on his manhood, giving himself furious, desperate strokes at the sight of my still-partially clothed body.

"Go slower dear... I haven't showed you my best assets." My yoga pants fully removed, I kept swaying my hips to the lo-fi hip hop while slowly pulling down my g-string slower and slower down my knees. As it fell to my ankles, I grabbed it with my hands and began swinging it around like a whip, finally throwing it towards my smartphone camera.

I could see Adrian's eyes completely lost in my sensual moves and exposed lower body. I still had to remove my sports bra, so I switched to a faster, Brazilian funk song and I started actually dancing like I do in the local nightclubs. Adrian kinda snapped a bit from his primalistic masturbative trance to quip on it "Those moves, oh my god...".

"Thank you, love..." As I moved to the music, the though that Adrian could be even my nephew fell back into my mind. He was just a man who admired my body, as the song advanced and I began pulling my sports bra upwards while turned back from his view. Soon, my back was completely bare and I covered my breasts with my arms.

"Are you ready, Adrian?" I asked.

He was back on his masturbative romp, answering with a hoarse voice "Yes, Dina..."

I decided to tease him a bit further before revealing my breasts to him on camera. "That 'yes' was a bit too quiet for my liking... Are you ready Adrian? Tell me how much you want to see my tits exposed!"

"Show me those tits, Dina, show me your tits!" He demanded it.

I turned back with my arms crossed covering my chest, then as the song lead to its final refrain I opened my arms wide and began jiggling my fully exposed C-cup tits up and down.

"I want you naked all the time, Dina!" Adrian's stroking went faster and faster as I couldn't help myself, dropping back in to the sofa and furiously fingering my now flooded vagina. My mind was reduced to a primal state of desire. Here I was completely naked and spread open, shamelessly showing my body to this young man who could or could not be my nephew.

I saw Adrian's balls twitch, signaling he was at brink of ejaculating a volcanic load. "Fuck!" I blurted as I felt that sensation I often feel when I am about to squirt.

"Ready dear? Let's come together.... Let's come together!" I said to Adrian. I wanted to test out his endurance until the end of the count.

"1... 2.... 3....!" My vagina let out a powerful burst of liquid that flooded my sofa. Seismic wave after wave of pleasure and bliss washed over my pelvis pleasurably, which caused me to let out moans at a pitch I thought myself incapable of letting out. Adrian's eyes rolled back behind his head at this sight, his balls spasming and rope after rope of thick white sperm travelling from his urethra to his cockhead spurting all over his naked abdomen.

Both Adrian on the other side of the screen, and me in my living room, took some time to recompose. I was in a cathartic state, even more than him who was probably having the regular masturbation habits of a man in his twenties while I am a fit-by-choice German model who just turned 40 and is becoming more and more dissatisfied with the 'shag pool' of her sunny resort town of residence.

When we came back into our senses, the sun had finally set over the east in my window and the red glow of twilight was being superseded by the blue evening sky. I was still kind of sticky and realized I would have to do some cleaning before hopping into the shower and having sleep for the night. Adrian would probably be having a chill afternoon as his most recent college semester was probably just over.

"So. That was something, wasn't it?" Adrian inquired.

I laughed. "Believe me, it was more than something, sweetie."

At the end of the day, Adrian might or might not be my nephew, but just a young adult eager to experiment his sexuality with this German cougar.

"Thank you, Dina. It was an absolute bliss to meet you." Adrian's words felt endearing.

"No, Adrian. I would like to thank you for satisfying a desire I had hanging around from last night. If you want to do this again... I can charge you a special, discounted fee so you don't have to blow your stepfather's money, alright? But still, anytime sunshine."

"It will be an absolute bliss, Dina. Well, I have to go, maybe we can have another video call next month?"

Adrian got up and I got a glimpse of his delectable athletic early-twenties body -- though with his shaft now flaccid -- as he cleaned his cum from his body. I also got up and decided to gave him a final good look of my worked, model-class nakedness.

"Excellent dear, see you soon!"

As the videocall went dark. I was competely naked, sweaty, with myself and my sofa covered in my explosive love juices. "Maybe I should fall asleep here? Nah. I have a better idea."

With my remaining strength I got up, poured myself some more cognac and went to wash my female stench off in the shower. As I rubbed myself thinking of Adrian in the shower, I had another powerful orgasm. Simply put it, this experience had been too pleasurable for me to sleep clothed, so I put a towel under my body and took out a dildo and a vibrator and put them on my bedside table. I drifted to bed still nude, so if I wanted to masturbate in the dead of the night, I could just help myself.