Pt 9

It did not take Evie long to have the artist out of his clothes and as naked as she was. Other than the occasional very small boy brought into the female changing room by his mother, the only living naked male body she had seen was her brother’s. While he was an objectively handsome boy with a well-toned figure, Bova Polkan was something else entirely. An admirer of and believer in the inherent beauty of the human body, he had always taken pains to keep his own in good condition. He was well-built and muscular without taking it to the grotesque extremes of those who developed their bodies competitively. His erect manhood was almost twice the size of her brother’s but, she realised, that was only to be expected due to their difference in age. She thought of the comically tiny willies on the little boy statues. The artist’s naked body reminded the little girl quite a lot of the Greek and Roman statues she had seen on visits to other museums.

Polkan reached out his hand to his young guest, taking hers in his own, and led her towards the shower. Inside the dark-tiled room which had shower-heads positioned at a variety of angles as well as a large one above, Evie noticed something strange.

“Why are there no controls?” she asked, curiously, “How do you make it work?”

“Ah well it’s a kind of magic!” Polkan winked and knelt down so that he could whisper in her ear. “Go ahead!” He said out loud with a broad grin, “Try it! But you have to say it loud and firm, like you’re giving a command to a dog.” Looking a little sceptical, Evie never the less did as the artist had said.

“Shower on!” She announced in her most commanding voice. Instantly, the pair of them were engulfed in what felt like a tropical rainstorm, lovely hot water coming at them from every direction. “Wow!” Evie grinned excitedly, “This is awesome!”

“I’m very glad you think so!” Polkan chuckled. “Now I think I should get you clean!” He pressed the soap dispenser on the wall and rubbed his hands together to form a thick lather then set to work on Evie’s firm, athletic young body. There was something about the way he touched her – his caress firm yet gentle, and the special attention he paid to the most intimate parts of her body that drove her eight year old senses wild. As the warm jets rinsed the foamy soap from her body, she threw her arms around Polkan’s neck and kissed him deeply, the was she had see people do in films. She could feel his erection pressing into her toned belly and was seized with an intense curiosity.

“I want to wash you now!” She told him breathily, speaking softly into his ear before disentangling herself and stepping back. “Stand up!” she instructed, filling her hands with the foamy soap as he had done. At first she reached up and lathered his broad chest before moving her way down his stomach to the part that really interested her. Using both hands, she rubbed the length of his rock-hard penis with her soapy little hands, provoking a soft moan from the artist. Up and down she ran her hands, fascinated by the way the organ felt and seemed to react to her touch. Before things could reach their natural conclusion, however, Polkan put a hand on her shoulder and took a step backwards. The little girl looked up at him, the water washing away the soap and running over his muscular form, wondering what she had done wrong.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, tears starting to brim in her big, round eyes. “Did I do something wrong? Should I not touch you there? I just thought…”

“Oh my darling!” He knelt down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, “You can touch me anywhere you like! I just didn’t want things to be over so soon. I know you think what your brother and sister do is gross but I thought you might like to find out why they enjoy it so much!” Evie considered this for all of half a second before agreeing.

“You’re not going to pee in my mouth ‘though, are you?” She asked a little nervously.

“Oh sweetheart,” Polkan chuckled, “I couldn’t if I wanted to right now, I assure you! If all goes well you may feel me squirt something else into your mouth but I assure you it will not be that!”

Now so curious and nervous at the same time that she thought she might actually burst, Evie, guided by the artist’s gentle, caring hands on top of her head, took him in her mouth and began to caress him with her tongue as she might an ice lolly on a hot summer’s day.

“Very good!” Polkan assured her, gently stroking her wet hair, “Don’t be afraid to suck a little and move your head back and forth.” She did as she was told. “That’s it! Perfect! Oh you are such a talented little girl, I doubt your sister could do half as well despite all the practice she has!” Evie could not help but be pleased by this compliment and felt a warm inner glow before a moment of shock as the artist let out a moan and his body shuddered at the same time as she felt her mouth filled with a warm, thick, slightly salty liquid. Instinctively, she swallowed it down and released his manhood, looking up at him with hopeful and expectant eyes.

“Did I do it right?” she asked. “Is that what’s supposed to happen?”

“Oh yes, my dear!” He assured her. “You did everything perfectly! Now it is my turn to return the favour!”