Getting closer with Calliope

Jake was standing close to Calliope and keeping his head raised so high was uncomfortable; more importantly the temptation was simply too great. He lowered his chin and gazed directly into her magnificent breasts. The sight was hypnotizing; Jake felt that he could not break his gaze even if his life depended on it. And if he was to die, he would only wish to see Calliope’s whole, fabulous breasts naked. The decision was made for him.

“Let me help you reawaken your talent,” the muse said in a warm voice. She then wrapped her long arms around the man and pulled him close. His face dived right into her cleavage and the soft, creamy flesh. Calliope did not hug him too hard, so Jake was in no danger of suffocating, but even if he was, he felt that this would be the best way to go. The writer did not act shy; presented with the opportunity he kissed and licked the parts of her breasts he could reach. He even wrapped his arms around her curvaceous hips and put his palms on her buttocks; the fabric that covered them was as this as the finest silks. The muse did nothing to discourage his bold actions; quite the opposite, she held him close for a longer while.

The people around them seemed to ignore the pair, though not completely; absent-mindedly they walked around them, avoiding collision. In his current position Jake could not see his surroundings though. Calliope eventually decided that they had hugged long enough, she gently pulled the man away from her cleavage.

“You’ll have to earn my help first,” she said in the same warm voice, but with a seductive smile on her face.

“Whatever you wish!” Jake exclaimed enthusiastically; he was already as seduced as a man could be.

“Let’s move into the shade,” she pointed towards one of the pavilions.

The muse walked slowly, swaying her broad hips to the sides, but her extraordinarily long legs meant that the writer had to march to keep up with her pace. Calliope walked straight, with Jake right by her side; other people kept avoiding them without noticing either the pair nor their own evasive actions. This might not have been definitive evidence, but at least a clear suggestion that the muse might not have been an illusion after all.

The muse stopped in the shade of the pavilion and effortlessly assumed a sexy pose.

“Which element of the female anatomy do you like the most, Jake? Breasts, buttocks or legs?”

Normally that would have been an easy question for the writer, though he might have given an elaborate answer, but now his brain froze. Usually he swayed towards legs, the ones he could now admire were around 110 centimetres long and extremely tempting. But he already experienced the wonder of her breasts and craved for more. Then there was the temptation of the marvellous buttocks which he had not seen yet, but had the opportunity to touch through the thin fabric. The choice seemed too difficult for any man to make.

“Let’s start with legs then,” once again Calliope made the decision for him, pointing downwards with her long, slender finger. She did not specify what she exactly meant, but her posture and body-language were… open. Jake knew how to show appreciation to shapely, female legs, even if they belonged to a semi-divine being with magical powers.