Escort
Copyright© 2026 by Sandra Alek
Chapter 9
“Look how beautiful,” he said quietly. There was no hint of mockery in his voice. “You come out like Aphrodite from the sea foam.”
His words sent a pleasant warmth through her body. Helen stared wide-eyed at the woman on the screen. She saw herself completely naked, but now it didn’t feel shameful.
The camera captured how her breasts swayed gently with each step, how heavy drops of water fell from her tight, darkened nipples because of the cold water. Streams of water ran down her stomach, gathered below, and fell as clear drops from the coarse hair.
She heard the excited hum of the crowd on the recording, someone’s whistle, and applause. In that moment she realized: this wasn’t lust — it was triumph. She started to feel real pride in herself.
“It really was beautiful...” she whispered, admitting the truth.
Steve slowly turned his head toward her.
“I want to give you a very unusual compliment. Is that okay?”
Helen couldn’t take her eyes off the screen, where she — that other Helen — looked perfect.
“Yes.”
“You have very beautiful labia,” he said in a calm, almost expert tone. “Not flat like most women’s, but surprisingly full and expressive. And that dark little tongue between them ... it’s like it’s teasing the viewer. It’s amazingly beautiful, Hel.”
She finally looked away from the TV and at him. Sparks of wine and new, bold confidence danced in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said with a small smile, feeling everything inside her vibrate from his words. “It really is an unusual compliment. You know, a couple of days ago, for words like that, I would have slapped you without thinking.”
Steve just smiled understandingly, not taking his eyes off her. He stood up and offered her his hand.
“Let’s go to the water? The night is too good to spend it inside.”
Helen nodded. She went to her bedroom and, ignoring the top part of her swimsuit, put on only the tiny bottom. When she came back to the living room, she caught his look — Steve noticed her boldness with a short, meaningful smile. They stepped out into the velvety darkness of the tropical night.
The shallow ocean water was warm, like fresh milk. They walked in up to their waists, and the water gently wrapped around their skin. Above them stretched a dome of black sky covered with unnaturally bright stars that reflected in the water, making it feel like they were swimming in space. They talked about small things — the taste of cocktails, the colors of fish, how fast time flew.
Helen felt electric. She saw how his eyes kept sliding to her bare breasts, to the drops of water shining on her nipples in the moonlight. With a new, intoxicating sense of power, she moved gracefully and slowly, turning so her body always stayed in his view. She liked this silent worship of her beauty.
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