Loading...Chapter I: Fall 2010
Smooth. Her skin was so smooth. It felt like silk and smelled like the earthy cologne she wore and underneath it was her; the scent of her skin, clean and warm. It meant whatever fragrance she sprayed on would never smell the same on someone else. Something in me reacted to her aroma; it made my body wake up and stand at attention.
She was so sexy, so…potent. I was almost unable to handle how strongly she pulled at me. It was four months shy of my twenty-ninth birthday when I was first officially introduced to Alex Guidry though I’d seen her around the office periodically for nearly a year. The company we worked for had completed a merger three years before. After all the core synchronizations of policies and procedures, systems analysis and roll-over had been decided and implemented it was time to begin focusing energies on new initiatives. One such project was developing new sales and marketing software which would make the reporting process easier for the affected departments. The CFO had called me in and asked that I take point on the project. It was a tremendous opportunity that I naturally couldn’t pass up. Despite an already swamped schedule I took on the additional role and prepared to give it 200%. After all, I had no social life and spent 70 hours a week in the office. What was another ten?
When Alex entered the room during the first planning meeting my eyes were drawn to her instantly. I had to work very hard to not stare at her. She was introduced after the company president announced her relocation to California. She was our VP of Information Systems and Networking and had been with the company for twelve years. I didn’t catch much after that because our eyes met for a moment as she was given the names of each person in attendance. She looked at me, nodded then moved on but I felt like I was losing my mind just a little bit. It had been awhile since I’d felt that exciting jolt of instant lust however, my reaction to Alex was beyond even that. It took several minutes to pull myself back into clear focus on what my purpose was in the meeting.
There were many meetings to attend during the planning phase, many phone conferences and email exchanges for roughly six weeks. During that time I held fast to my self-control and actively denied my attraction to her because she was a co-worker and I had very strict rules about fraternizing in the office. That’s what I tried to sell to myself every time she entered my offer to discuss updates or get clarity on a suggestion I had submitted. In reality Alex made it harder to remember my personal decree every day. And she did it without trying. She never touched me, never looked at me in any way that made me feel she was assessing me or trying to decide if she liked what she saw; no heat ever entered her incredible eyes for me. Because she kept her distance, I could fantasize at night in the privacy of my home with my vibrator and her image in my mind’s eye.
Then one day shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday the dynamic of our relationship shifted and my real struggle began. It was subtle, an almost imperceptible difference, yet I knew it. I was extremely aware of it all the time. We worked in different departments but they were housed on the same floor in adjacent sections. Walking at a brisk pace, running behind schedule for a meeting, I rounded a corner too fast and ran directly into her. The recoil had me losing balance but she reached out quickly to steady me. Her hands are large. Alex is five feet nine inches, taller than average for a woman, and stocky. She’s thick but it’s a toned and solid thickness. I’m only five four, five six with my sensible work pumps. Her hands wrapped around my waist, her fingers overlapping one another. We were so close, for just that moment and my insides jellied. She smiled at me as she passed with a polite ‘Sorry.’ I think I nodded but I was concentrating rather intensely on staying on my feet so I can’t be certain.
What I do know is that her scent had invaded me gently, deeply. And having it close enough to taste combined with a hint of the strength in her hands and arms was exhilarating. The potential for the press of her body beside mine, above mine, inside mine was clear to me in just that fleeting touch. I soaked my panties and could feel them sliding between the wet lips of my pussy, stroking my sensitized clit with each step I took until I reached orgasm just as I got inside my office and closed my door. I had to lean on it to hold myself up.
I was useless at work the rest of that day. I went home that night and masturbated until I passed out; my body still dancing with need, demanding more to achieve satisfaction than I could give with just my toys. They weren’t her and she was what I was craving.
Chapter II: Winter 2010
From that day forward, we seemed to run into each other more frequently. She would smile at me and her eyes, like pools of warm chocolate, would dance. She’d strike up a conversation when we saw each other in the break room and even though it was all work related I felt special that she was talking to me. She had plenty of admirers at the job but I never heard any rumors about her with anyone. This didn’t mean she was single but it did please me to know in the place we spent the most time in a given day, there was no one else who had her attention the way I wanted it, the way I started to dare to hope I might be able to have it.
For a few more weeks the frequency of our interactions increased and there twice the number of times we saw each other in passing where her gaze would meet mine directly with a smile in her eyes. Her flirtations were so subtle I found myself uncertain of whether or not I was being flirted with at all. It drove me crazy because, of course, I wanted her to be flirting with me. I wanted to know that I wasn’t alone in this sea of desire. That need to know I wasn’t by myself with this aching made me wonder if I was imagining there was something more than mere office politeness. Because I yearned for her, I fervently wished for her to want me too. I found myself dreaming about her almost nightly. I went from trying my best to avoid her to hoping I would run across her every time I stepped out of my office.
It was the last Thursday of the year when we crossed the bridge into new territory. End of year close outs were always a nightmare but the software we’d implemented had cut the work down significantly. Still not everything had been converted or included in the product. On top of the cross platform reporting that I had to streamline into a single cohesive outline, the tedious process of making adjustments on both platforms that were necessary because of users failure to follow instructions and managements failure to catch the errors sooner, negated any time saving the software had afforded. I would be at work until 1 or 2 in the morning on New Year’s Eve. I could have left around 9 and come in for a few hours the next day but for some reason I was determined to finish it all before I left. I really wanted to be able to relax without work in the back of my mind all weekend. It had been over two years since I had enjoyed a three day weekend.
Having forced myself to take a breather to avoid a mental overload, I was eating my dinner when she came into the deserted break room. She wore a black suit that hung on her body so well it was clearly tailor-made. Her hair was recently cut and the dreadlocks lay back in neat rows down to her shoulders. “Hey! Working late huh?” She questioned sliding coins into the vending machine. I watched her while she couldn’t see and partially hoped it was a quick stop for her. The other, bigger, more persistent part of me wanted her to sit down so I could smell her and hear the smooth richness of her voice.
“Yeah. Year’s end, you know how that goes.” I answered.
“Oh yeah. Do you mind if I join you for a few minutes? If I don’t let my eyes uncross I’ll stop being able to
understand the code on the screen soon.” She told me. She turned toward me waiting for permission to come over.
“No, I don’t mind. When I finally go home, I’ll be fixing myself a strong drink, running a bubble bath and soaking this week away.” I told her. It was the most personal statement ever made between us. She began to move toward me. Her eyes locked onto mine and it was the first time she ever let her interest show. Not the interest given when someone really cares about what you’re saying; she was always attentive. What I saw at that moment was the interest of stud for femme, woman for woman. It was nothing overt. Just the slightest shift in her expression and I knew. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. My heart beat faster the closer she got,
“What do you listen to while you relax in the tub?” She asked quietly while pulling out a chair and spinning it around so she could straddle it. Another ping of awareness that something with her had changed hit me. I realized it was there in her voice. Some nuance in her speech made me believe she was thinking of me in a bath; naked in steamy water, my hair piled atop my head, wet tendrils of the long, dark brown locks dancing in the water.
The blouse I’d worn that day was a V-neck that gave a tasteful hint of cleavage. I could almost feel her gaze like a caress when it briefly slid down to my breasts and wondered if she was imagining them peeking out above the foamy surface of the fragrant water I’d be lounging in. “It depends on my mood. I like a wide variety of music. Pop, rock, R&B, Neo soul, hip-hop, conscious rap, country, opera, show tunes.” I stopped talking abruptly when I realized I was rambling. She smiled again and her dimples flashed in the perfectly smooth cocoa of her skin.
“Okay. What mood do you have to be in for rock?” She inquired.
“Pissed off, same goes for opera.” I was excited by her desire to know more about my mentality as much as by her nearness.
“I can get behind that.” She informed me. An image of her bending me over the cafeteria table and pushing into me from the back flashed into my mind. I blushed and felt like a teenager correlating any mundane phrase to sex. “What about Neo soul?” She pressed on. Her eyes never left mine and in that moment, the directness of her gaze unlocked the chains on my inhibitions. I felt the concept of ‘off-limits’ slipping away. I didn’t understand what I was feeling beyond the scope of intense need. But who I’d thought I was, what I’d thought I’d want was unraveling. I felt myself starting to conceive of being able to be bold enough to make my interest clear to her.
“Well, Neo soul, jazz, funk, blues, those come out when I’m feeling grown and restless.” I answered. I knew my eyes were smiling wickedly at her.
Two accounting reps entered. “Hey Alex.” They greeted. I didn’t know either of the females by anything more than name, but their infatuation with the tall stud was blatant upon their young faces. The fact that they pointedly did not say anything to me, spoke volumes. Alex waved but gave her attention fleetingly before turning back to me. I preened internally. I was only twenty-eight but I’d felt the bite of dismissal with the promise of barely legal pussy being given. It was nice to be the one commanding such attention.
“Grown and restless huh? I think that’s exactly how I’m feeling. I have to work tomorrow though.” She said.
“Short weekend. You know what that means right?”
“Nah, what does it mean?” She inquired taking a sip of her water. I watched her lick a drop off her bottom lip and had to work not to drool or moan.
“It means you have to make the most of it.” I told her in a voice that had gone a little breathless.
Her eyes lit up at that. “Alex, Sandy is looking for you.” One of the girls called as they headed back out the door. Alex sighed but stood.
“See you later.” She said returning the chair to its original position.. The promise in her words had me aching. I felt completely intoxicated. It was somewhat frightening that she affected me so easily and so thoroughly, yet at the same time, it thrilled and intrigued me. If she had even half the talent my gut told me she did, I would never forget the experience, no matter what came of it. That knowledge should have been more disturbing to me, but I was too far-gone.
I returned to my office and forced myself to finish my work. My libido wasn’t allowed to interfere with the job I had to do. By one-thirty that morning, I was finished and exhausted. I packed my briefcase and turned to leave only to find Alex watching me. She leaned in the doorjamb, ankles crossed, hands in her pockets. She’d ditched her jacket, unbuttoned the second button on her shirt and rolled up her sleeves. She looked like temptation personified. “Hey.” She said.
“Hey.” I managed. My legs were weak and I feared I wouldn’t make it if I had to walk to where she stood. She stepped in and closed the door.
“I was wondering if you’d be interested in getting together later this evening?”
“Yes.” I breathed. I could barely think straight but I did my best to keep my cool.
“I should be done by six. So let’s say eight? You like Thai food?”
“Yes, actually.” I answered. I was inordinately pleased that I didn’t have to lie and somewhat bemused to realize I would have. If it would please her I wanted to do it, I wanted to be it.
“Great. So you know, you just made it so I’ll be making the most of my weekend.” She said with an smile.
“Glad to be of service. Let me give you my number.” I offered and went back to my desk to jot it down.
I knew the moment she stepped behind me. I could feel her presence; could feel the heat of her body, the pulse of her energy tingling along my spine. I knew her eyes were caressing the line of my back, sliding over the roundness of my ass. I didn’t get much in the breast department; I barely manage to fill a B cup. When it comes to hips, ass and thighs, however, I am blessed. At that moment I was more cognizant of my physical appeal than ever before.
Alex didn’t touch me, didn’t give the sense of hovering but she made me so very aware. Not just of her, but of myself, of both of our bodies. I handed her my number and she slid her fingers lightly across mine as she accepted the slip of paper. I shivered and smiled shyly. “Thanks. I’ll call for directions when I’m on my way.” She said softly.
“Okay.” I agreed feeling delirious with surreal pleasure.
Alex escorted me to my car because the number of people in the 15 story building was less than a dozen including cleaning staff and security. I appreciated her gentlewomanliness and thanked her when she helped me into the drivers seat. “Drive safe.” I nodded and pulled away before I begged her to fuck me right there. While it would no doubt be hot, I was too classy to have her first time taking me be in a cold creepy parking garage. I went home, soaked in my tub, drank my Remy Martin Red and dreamed about Alex when I slept. In my dream, she stood behind me in front of a mirrored wall. I was naked and she wore the clothes I’d last seen her in. She was pressed against me, touching me. My eyes wanted to drift closed but she whispered in my ear and told me to watch. She squeezed my nipples and I moaned. My pussy is plump and when aroused my clit protrudes from the thick lips and pulses rhythmically between them. Even in the dream, I could feel that throbbing. She stroked my body slowly, taking her time. She touched me everywhere except between my legs, teased me mercilessly. I was aflame. “Do you see yourself? So sexy. You don’t yet, but you will.” She said to my reflection. The orgasm that overtook me ripped me from sleep. I fell back against the bed soaking wet and panting. When I went back to sleep I didn’t dream again.
When I woke, I showered and groomed myself then ran errands in the morning. I came home and cleaned. By four-thirty I was on my back porch reading a book and enjoying the mild breeze. My phone rang at five. “Hello?”
“Hey there. I got off sooner than expected. Are you busy or can I interest you in an earlier start?” Alex inquired. Her voice was a rich honeyed alto and even over the phone it affected me.
“No, I’m not busy.”
“Okay, I was thinking I could grab the food on the way there. I should warn you, I’m a bit of a bore. Most weekends I make it a blockbuster event.” She admitted. I grinned to myself.
“It’s okay. I’m pretty much the same way. I’ll run errands, clean up, sit on the porch and read ’til the sun goes down or play in my veggie garden. Most of my friends are married or in serious relationships so we don’t get to spend as much time together and I left the club scene awhile ago.” I told her. She exhaled and I realized she’d been worried I wouldn’t be interested once I knew she was a homebody. I was flattered that she wanted me enough to be worried. Make no mistake; I knew what would happen when she came over that day. We’d spent months moving steadily toward that moment.
“Excellent. Well, what kind of movies are you in to?”
“I love a good suspense/thriller.” I told her.
“I’ll bring a few to choose from.” She offered. I gave her directions and we hung up.
Around six Alex arrived at my house carrying bags of delicious smelling food and a large CD case full of movies. “Smells terrific.” I said. I took the DVD’s leaving her to carry the take-out. She followed me into the kitchen where we dished out food. We talked and she asked me about the end of year outcome. I told her I’d made some notes to write up and send to her. We laughed over some of the more comical fuck-ups in our respective departments as we headed into the living room. It felt natural and nice having her in my space.
She wore a pair of straight-legged jeans and a black polo with black Timberland boots. Her hair was pulled back out of her face. I wanted to rip her clothes off. I’d treated myself to a 50-inch wall mounted plasma television for my last birthday. Alex whistled appreciatively when she saw it. “A woman after my own heart.” She commented. I blushed. We took a seat on the floor in front of the couch and I flipped through the movies she’d brought. I was half way through the book when I realized every movie there was a suspense flick. The woman had either a lot of movies or a real love for the genre. I finally settled on a classic, Cape Fear.
We ate in silence as we watched. When it ended, I was much closer to her than I had started out as each heart pounding moment moved me toward her. I stood and walked to the DVD player to remove the movie. Once again, I knew when she came to stand behind me. “To risk sounding presumptuous, am I mistaken in thinking there is an attraction between us?” She asked resting her hands on my hips. I lost all brain function for a moment.
“No, you aren’t.” I finally said. Her hands were again encircling my waist. I trembled with need and wondered if Alex felt it. Her thumbs gently stroked my sides. No woman had ever touched me so simply and made my entire body respond. I straightened and turned to face her when she flexed her fingers. I didn’t question how I knew what she wanted, I just responded. “I’d like to be grown with you tonight.” She said. Her eyes were achingly beautiful. She allowed me for the first time to fully see her desire and it matched my own. My pussy fluttered.
“I’d like that too.” I practically whispered. Her lips touched mine and I let go of my restraint. I would be whatever she wanted me to be, I would take whatever she gave me. The way she kissed me I knew I would love every minute of it. She pressed our bodies together and finally, I could feel her against me. I wanted to feel her skin but my strength betrayed me as she feasted on my mouth.
She slid her hands beneath my shirt and I moaned. The reality of her touch on my bare skin was delicious. The part of my mind that would normally have been screaming that Alex was a co-worker and I was breaking one of my cardinal rules was silent. From the first moment her scent had grabbed me, I’d known that eventually I would lose the fight to resist her. Now that the time had come, there was no point in arguing with myself about it. I wanted this woman with an intensity I’d thought could only be found in stories. Her full, soft lips left mine and moved down to my neck. I moaned. Her tongue moved over one of my most sensitive areas and caused a delightfully shivery sensation to ripple though me. I was pliant in her arms. Only her hands wrapped around me kept me standing. “I’ve got countless fantasies built up about you and lots of freaky things I want to do, but this first time, I want you in a bed. I want to take my time.” She whispered in my ear. Her words, I can hardly explain. I’m a firm believer that sex is mostly mental. Well, good sex is anyway. I hadn’t really had any lovers who completely subscribed to that school of thinking.
Alex seemed to not only know it and embrace it; she seemed to be jacked directly into my brain. When she spoke her words brought an image to my mind with powerful clarity and translated almost instantly to my body. It was everything. The words she said were just as important as her voice, sensuous in my ear. The warmth of her breath, the knowledge that she wanted me in every way she could have me. It was there in the way she said the words. It was just her! All the little factors that made her up, made her unique, made her irresistible.
Suddenly I could walk again. I needed this to happen. I needed release and I needed it to be Alex’s actions as well as her words that gave it to me. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. When we arrived, I turned to face her again. She pulled off her shirt and stepped toward me. “You’re beautiful.” She said. I bit my bottom lip, nervous, excited. Her eyes slid over me and I could feel her gaze like a caress. Where it touched, I tingled. She undressed me slowly. I’d worn a dark blue spaghetti strapped t-shirt and a pair of tight dark jeans. She pulled the shirt off first. My breasts were bare. She ran her fingertips along the curve of the sensitive mounds with the barest of touches. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and I heard Alex groan low in her throat as she watched my pulse jump in my neck like a frightened rabbit. She continued to stroke my breasts, moving ever closer to the hard aching points of my nipples while her lips and teeth wrapped around my pulse.
She suckled my neck and my fingers clutched her shoulders. Her hands cupped my breasts and I whimpered when she used her palms to tug on my nipples. She kissed her way down my body and I wept when her lips closed around one hardened peak. My hands held the nape of her neck pressing her closer. Part of me could hardly believe it was happening. She’d unzipped my jeans at some point. I couldn’t think past the warm wetness of her mouth pulling my entire breast into her mouth. She broke contact to strip my jeans down my legs and help me out of them. I’d worn a simple white thong. She moved around me and I closed my eyes waiting. The anticipation was almost as intense as the pleasure. She grabbed my ass gently, palming the globe and squeezing. My panties were soaked. She came back to the front and pulled the thong off. I was exposed. My clit protruded from between the engorged lips of my pussy. I felt the heat of her mouth, so close, as she had me step out of the drenched fabric.
I held my breath. It was almost too much, almost too intense. Her tongue slid over my pearl in one long, slow stroke and I came in a flood. She groaned again. She picked me up suddenly and placed me on the edge of the bed. Kneeling at the side, she pulled me closer. I looked down along my body and watched her gaze at me. I was dying for her to finish it. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. I whimpered pleadingly and she took pity on me, leaned forward and placed her lips against me. Her tongue eased in slowly and she licked along my inner lips collecting all the nectar she could.
Oh. My. God. I was breathless; my heart felt like it would break free of the confines of my chest, my legs began to shake. I couldn’t make up my mind what to do with my hands and they fluttered like restless butterflies from her head, to her hands, to the bedspread. She didn’t rush, her tongue moved slowly, deeply, confidently. All my fantasies evaporated in the wake of the heat the truth of her evoked. Her big hands held me in place, gently but firmly. The surety of the strokes of her tongue drove me crazy. She moved as though she’d delved into me this way many times before.
The second orgasm began in the center of my body and moved out until I felt as though I had dissolved. I couldn’t even scream with the pleasure. I didn’t realize I had passed out until I came to with Alex looking down at me. She’d moved us deeper into the bed. “Welcome back.” She said softly. She lay beside me on her side. Her fingertips traced a lazy figure eight around my navel and small shivers wracked my body.
“How long was I out?” I asked. I was acutely aware of her touch and had a difficult time focusing on her answer.
“Just a few minutes. Do you want to continue?” She asked. I felt light as a feather and knew I looked equally languorous. I gazed at her lying almost fully dressed next to me and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not nearly finished with you. What I do want to know is why I’m naked and you’re still wearing all those clothes?”
“That’s a good question.” She said.
“Do you not like to be touched?” I asked her. It was certainly a possibility. It would be a great disappointment but I would deal with it.
“I love to be touched.” Alex informed me as she stood and began to disrobe.
I watched her with hungry eyes. I’d dreamed about her body being revealed to me. She pulled her beater over her head and I ran my eyes up along the gently rounded curve of her stomach. Her breasts were perfect. Full, round, perky. Her nipples were already hard and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in that moment than to run my tongue over them. She watched me study her and the heat in her gaze was enough to sear. She pushed her pants down and I managed to tear my eyes away from her chest. She wore a pair of tight white boxerbriefs. She also wore a harness. I stared at the thick bulge imagining the pleasure to be had with the use of the tool she’d chosen. “I debated on whether to wear this, bring it with me or leave it at home. I couldn’t bring myself to leave it, just in case. And it seemed worse somehow to pull it out of a bag if we ended up needing it.” Alex said as though she had read my mind. Hell maybe she had. “If you’re not into penetration I’ll take it off.” She advised me. I grinned at her. I could have pretended to be offended by her assumptions but I looked down again and saw the long imprint of the piece. The thick tip was only a breath away from the edge of the shorts. I imagined watching her entering me with it, seeing excitement in her eyes as she watched my pussy sucking it in. I wanted that delicious pleasure of being opened and filled up, with my lover’s weight behind her thrusts pushing her dick in deeper.
I shook my head to let her know it wasn’t a problem. “I want everything you’ve got for me.” I told her. I didn’t tell her it had been over two years since anyone had used a strap to penetrate me, just as I didn’t tell her that it had been over a year since I’d last had a lover. She nodded and returned to the bed. Energy pumped through me. I was going to make sure I got all I could handle of what I wanted, in case I never got it again.
I moved so I was above her, straddling her waist when she returned to my side. She put her hands up behind her head and studied me. I shuddered at the sensation of having her dick pressed tightly against me. I rubbed myself against it, wetting her underwear, pleasing us both. She moaned with me when I slipped over the edge. Her hands smoothed their way over my back. “It’s so sexy seeing you lose control Simone. I’ve spent countless hours imagining what it would be like to have you outside of the workplace, outside the suits and the polite conversation. I wanted to know if I could make you scream, what you would taste like, how wet you would get and what it would feel like to be inside of you. My dreams didn’t come close.”
I placed my lips against hers because nothing I could think to say seemed adequate to express all that I was willing to give her. I was no simpering virgin, no emotional cripple. I was not a woman who’d never had incredible sex before. Still, I’d never felt like Alex made me feel with anyone. No one had ever gazed at me with such burning sincerity before. For the first time I felt what it was like to have someone look at me as though I was the only woman they could see. It was heady; a brilliant rush. She accepted my kiss and returned it with as much passion as she did tenderness.
I nibbled my way down her body; reveled in her moans and sighs. Being with a stud that didn’t try to deny or forget that she’s a woman was like a breath of the sweetest freshest air. Gender identity issues are tiresome and definitely not for me. Alex was not afraid to express her delight with what I was doing to her. My lips brushed lightly across her nipples and her hand buried itself in my hair pressing me closer, silently urging me to take her into my mouth. I obliged, sucking first gently, then, when she encouraged it, with more force. Her skin was smooth, soft, supple and delicious. My tongue danced across her nipples, teeth nipped lightly, lips suckled. “You know what you’re doing with that mouth of yours.” She moaned as I continued to move down her body. I grinned against her.
When I reached the waistband of her boxers, I ran my tongue along the skin just below the snug material. I could feel her stomach muscles clenching and it shot my arousal up. I could smell her. That same earthy note that had first ensnared me was now deeper, more pungent. Intoxicating. I wanted to taste her, to feel her wet and slick on my tongue. I contented myself with teasing both of us by running my tongue along the length of the thick phallus she wore. I heard her breath catch and felt powerful beyond measure in that moment. I pulled the boxers down until the dick popped out. The bulbous head was resting on the tip of my tongue before I’d fully realized it was my intent. Seeing the flames rise in her eyes was all the motivation I needed to give her a show. Eyes never leaving hers, I swirled my tongue over the head while moving my hands down. My left gripped the base of the thick dick so I could hold it steady for what I was about to do; my right slipped into her boxers and teased her pussy lightly. I wrapped my lips around the tip and began sucking it in. She didn’t just gasp this time, she groaned as though she could really feel what I was doing. Her hand was again buried in my hair, guiding my movements, adding to both of our enjoyment. I slid two fingers into her pussy and couldn’t help but moan around her dick when I felt the copious amounts of wetness I encountered. I’d never in my wildest dreams have imagined she would be so wet. She squeezed my fingers tightly with her walls when I began reintroducing myself to deep-throating. When I looked up at her she grinned at me. I took as much of the long black monster as I could. It filled my mouth and I knew she was watching my lips wrapped around her piece intently. When giving a blowjob to a fake dick, it’s obviously not about sensation. The visual is what incites the heat. A half-assed attempt is not sexy.
We reached the boiling point at the same time. She pulled me back and I moved above her anxious to have her filling me elsewhere. I gripped the dick and slowly eased myself down onto it. Words fail. Beyond the physical sensation of being opened, plugged; her face was an erotic feast to behold. Her eyes were nearly black they were so dark with her excitement. She was biting her full lower lip. She watched me take her python and I found myself riveted studying her face and seeing how much it turned her on. I threw my head back, gripped her forearms and arched my back deeply then screamed when orgasm surfaced unexpectedly. Like a great leviathan emerging from the murky depths, it had been rising undetected. While I’d been so involved with examining her expressions I hadn’t been paying attention to my body continuing to run toward a massive peak. I had only taken half of the veiny shaft when I began cumming. Alex took advantage of the additional lubrication my climax provided combined with her hold on my arms and pulled me down the rest of the way.
I couldn’t speak. Her hard thrust rocketed me back up and over. She continued to grind her dick into me while buried deeply. She was touching an area of my body no one had ever reached and caused pleasure. I didn’t consider myself one of those women that enjoyed cervix hits. But the pleasure pain I was feeling right then was keeping me on a rollercoaster of climaxes. I’d never achieved multiple orgasms before. Once a friend tried to explain what it was like but the descriptive fell short because I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the concept, couldn’t put myself in the place of someone capable of having them. I understood then. I couldn’t keep track of the number. I couldn’t understand the words coming out of my mouth despite being unable to stop speaking them. Half weren’t even English. I spoke in a language I’d thought I’d forgotten because I hadn’t used it in so long. I was probably babbling incoherent adjectives trying to convey how amazing what I was feeling was.
My pussy throbbed viciously around the dick when it finally ended. I shivered uncontrollably as I straightened. My breath burst forth in ragged pants. My thighs quivered with each movement. Alex remained still for the moment. My hair hung obscuring part of my face while I struggled to regain control. Her big hands came up to stroke over my breasts. My nipples, rigid and aching, seemed to strain toward her. I felt full yet I wanted more, so much more. My body was not yet satisfied, not yet ready to admit defeat. Alex took over for me while I was still searching for the ability to start moving. She gripped my hips, lifted me up a few inches and slid the dick deeply in and out while hitting all sides of my pussy. She pulled out some high quality porn shit on me and in a half dozen rapid and rough strokes stripped me of hard won sophistication. I traveled back to my hood roots, let whatever came in my head spill out without bothering to grammar check it. I’d never realized even during sex I code switched. The pleasure Alex made me feel unlocked the understanding that you’re not supposed to be able to think that clearly nor should you care when you’re in the midst of a passionate session. Maybe I’d only thought I’d known passion before. Whatever the case in my past had been, there was no holding back with Alex. “Ooh fuck! Oh, God damn, I ain’t never had no shit like this!” I told her. She grinned at me.
“You like the way I’m working that pipe?”
“Ooooooh fuck! Oh yes, yes. Keep going Alex. I’m going to come again.” I pleaded. I gripped my own hair and pulled. It was right there, riding the fine edge. Like a high speed chase my orgasm pursued me. With just the right pit maneuver it would catch me and the collision would be magnificent.
She increased her tempo and my eyes opened in shock. That was the push. Intense pleasure slammed into me at lightning speed. I screamed until I had no air, until my throat burned and people outside might think something sinister was being done to me. Then I flooded her strap. Literally. I felt my body release, felt the sticky wetness run over my thighs.
“Fuck!” Alex gasped. She moved us, rolling over so she was above me. “Jesus, you’re amazing.” She told me. I wept without shame or control. She kissed away my tears, never losing her rhythm. Each time she entered me I crested. It was as though each thrust pushed me up another level.
My nails clawed her back when I hit another shattering point. I drew blood but she didn’t stop. “Please, Alex.” I begged, not even completely sure of what I wanted, whether I was pleading for her not to stop or to grant a reprieve.
“More?” She asked. She’d stopped moving, left the dick buried inside me. My pussy throbbed and convulsed around it.
“More. From the back.” I found myself answering.
Alex pulled out slowly, and then moved to the side of the bed. With her feet planted firmly on the thickly carpeted floor, she waited while I shifted. I arched my back deeply, felt myself open and ready as I offered my pussy up to her. She slapped my ass sharply. I cried out with shocked excitement. It felt like her hand had begun the spread of fiery need over every molecule of my skin until I could no longer differentiate between one part of me and the next. The next blow wasn’t as shocking but just as arousing. “Oh fuck, please, don’t tease me baby.” I begged. She obliged by pushing into me roughly, filling me. I clawed the sheets. She didn’t pound into me as I’d expected. Her strokes were long, deep and measured. She touched that spot deep inside again just barely grazing it every time she pushed into me. Her hands, those glorious long-fingered, slightly rough-palmed hands, caressed my back. She gripped my throat and lifted me up so I was sitting up riding her. She was so strong; I could feel it in her hand. Yet she controlled it which turned me on even more. She spoke in my ear in a voice rough with passion and dominance.
“Cum bitch!” Her words flipped the switch and she held me firm against her chest when I came with body bucking force. It blanked my mind and left me floating in a sea of undiluted ecstasy.
I woke in the early hours of the morning. Alex lay beside me sleeping. My head was pillowed on her bicep as she spooned me from the back and her arm was draped over my waist. I felt safer than I had since I was a kid; in the days when my father was still comfortable around me, showed affection easily. I was so small next to her, she completely cupped me. I started to snuggle deeper into her but froze when I moved against her dick. My body was a mass of sensation; I tingled everywhere, as though even as I slept I’d been reeling from her performance the previous night. My mind hadn’t started sorting out individual areas yet.
Alex gripped my thigh so suddenly I let out a short scream. It was cut off by a gasp when she lifted my leg and entered me from behind. My pussy was still ridiculously wet and she slid in easily, despite the fact that I was tighter than the previous night. It’s my pussy’s way of absorbing a really good fucking; locking itself down, almost like it was afraid the sensation would leak out. She pushed in deeply and withdrew quickly. And so began her rhythm. No foreplay, none was needed. My body was on high alert where she was concerned. The fact that right out of sleep she was diving into me like she had no doubts I would still be humming from what she had done to me last night, amazed me.
I threw it back at her strokes making it rougher, harder, deeper. She was hitting my G-spot but the sensation almost felt as though it were upside down. “Ooooh! Oh, baby, oh, Alex baby right there. Ooh shit. Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, don’t stop. Please, please, don’t stop! I’m bout to cum. I’m bout to – I’m coming! Ohmigod! I’m fucking coming all over your dick!” I moaned as it built and built and finally tumbled out of me. I ended screaming her name, shaking my way through a body numbing orgasm and praising her in Portuguese. I’m not even Portugese! Alex held me tight through it, keeping the dick moving in and out of me, prolonging everything. It was a bonus layer of cake for the sense-sational feast being with her was. I came for what must have been a minute or two but what felt like an hour. I collapsed to the bed when it was over. She pulled out of me and held me while the aftershocks worked their way through me.
I was barely conscious but I was thinking quite clearly that I was in trouble if she decided she never wanted to fuck me again. It would be a special kind of cruel to make me feel the way she did and then take it away. I prayed for whatever God there really is to let me keep this woman, to let her keep fucking me like this. I must have fallen back into sleep at some point. I came into my dream as though I’d woken up into it. A feeling of lucidity yet disconnection from self filled me. I was astride Alex’s face in a reverse cowgirl position, her tongue was moving inside of me in ways that should have been illegal if not impossible. I shuddered in the dream. She gave unreal head. I don’t know how she didn’t have an army of stalkers. I felt her hands gripping my hips and the sensation was so tangible I began to wonder if I was actually dreaming at all. I felt my legs shaking and heard myself moaning and whispering, “So good, so good.” over and over again.
Alex held me in position above her as she woke me with sure strokes. She moaned against me when I spasmed around her tongue. The hum of her moaning into my pussy catapulted me into climax. “Alex!” I called out. She drank me down, licked up every last drop. Naturally such thorough attention only caused me to cum again, harder even than the previous time. She lifted me, moved me down to her lap and impaled me on her pipe. She thrust up into me while bracing her right arm across my lower back. She held herself in position with one arm behind herself, hand planted on the bed. She continued thrusting up into me in long hard strokes. She was pushing against my g-spot each time she went inside of me. “Don’t stop fucking me!” I cried out. She didn’t, she continued drilling into me until I surrendered to her. When I came it ran out of me in a powerful spray that I watched cascade down the dick which had been almost completely ejected by the force of my orgasm; watched it wet Alex’s boxers and watched it darken the blanket beneath us. I was too drained to care. The shit felt spectacular and that was all that mattered. Alex made me feel more alive than ever before. I was going to go with whatever was meant to come from my having known her. She had fucked me into a new year and a new mindset.
We spent most of Saturday and Sunday together, parting only when she left to get some clothes from her house. She lived ten minutes away from the job but was willing to have to drive nearly an hour to get from my house to work, so she could spend another night with me. I was undeniably relieved when she asked if I wanted her to stay. I nodded unable to form the words. I was humiliated to find myself on the verge of tears. Feeling stupid, I turned away to busy myself with some unnecessary task. She didn’t crowd me and I appreciated her for that.
She stopped at the grocery store and purchased the fixings for dinner. She cooked in my fully equipped and almost completely unused kitchen. As I watched her prepare a meal for me, I couldn’t get over a worry growing in the back of my mind. This woman was too perfect. She probably had a wife somewhere. Some poor femme was probably sitting at home thinking she was the one and only while in reality Alex had several relationships, getting a thrill out of the conquest. Or maybe she was abusive or obsessively jealous. She lured women in with the guise of being sweet, strong and undeniably sensual and then began beating their ass or dismantling them mentally. Or she was a stalker and would start to want to know every move her woman is making, every person she communicates with. Maybe she was a compulsive gambler/liar, or worse mentally unstable! I pushed those thoughts aside. I refused to let myself make trouble where there was none.
We watched another movie. Or we started to. Twenty minutes in and I was on the couch with my panties being pulled off so she could place her lips on my pussy. She ate me til I was soaked then fucked me decent. She positioned me at the edge of the couch with my legs pushed up against my chest and spread wide. My thighs were pressed against my breasts. Alex surprised me when she didn’t kneel between my legs and enter me but instead flipped around so her legs lay across mine pinning them in place. Her feet were planted against the back of the couch, her hands were on the floor between my legs and her pelvis was lined up with mine. She held herself up with one hand and used the other to grip the dick and position it at my entrance. She pushed into me and when her dick was deep enough to no longer need a guide she returned her hand to the floor, stabilizing herself.
Alex began rolling her hips, pushing the dick into me then withdrawing. I would have never even conceived of such a position but it felt really, really good. I came back to back in rapid succession. Alex changed her pace, dropping down in fast short strokes, hitting my spot over and over again. I gripped her calves and screamed. Her body weight was keeping my legs up and open. There was no escaping the pleasure, nothing to do but ride it out, to surrender to it or be obliterated by it.
She made me cum repeatedly in that position, seemingly as though she would never get tired of holding herself that way. I wanted to be on top however. “Alex.” I gasped around my next peak. She pushed herself forward rolling out and off of me. She moved gracefully and I could only gape as she rose and moved toward me.
“How do you want it now?” She questioned gripping her wet dick and stroking it. Her eyes never left my face. I felt myself heat and open. I wanted her back inside me.
“Sit.” I wanted to say much more, I wanted to tell her exactly what I intended to do to her so that she could anticipate it as she made me anticipate. But the words wouldn’t form. So I did the only thing I could, I stood on legs that refused to stop trembling and waited for her to move to the couch and sit down. I straddled her filling myself with the length of her piece in a fast rush. I shuddered when I had taken it all. “Damn that was hot!” She said.
I took her face between my hands and kissed her deeply. I rode her slowly milking it for every shivery, delicious sensation I could endure. My orgasm was a slow motion tidal wave. The leisurely pace of me winding my hips and her counter rotation built me almost unnoticeably toward completion. I watched her face while we moved together. She leaned forward and kissed my breasts. Her mouth was soft as it moved over my nipples, sucking gently. Her tongue came out to play and abruptly the tidal wave crested and my climax was suddenly just there. I must have looked as surprised as I was for a moment. After that my mind went into a meltdown.
The next morning Alex was moving around quietly, dressing, when I opened my eyes. She came to the bed and sat on the edge next to me when she realized I was no longer sleeping. “Hey. I tried not to wake you.” She said softly.
“You’re leaving?” I questioned. My voice sounded a little pouty and I cleared my throat to make sure it didn’t happen again. Clearly she had to leave. It would likely be a turn-off if I seemed the type to cause a fuss about things I know have to happen.
“Reluctantly believe me. But it’s after seven and I have to go home and let my dog out.” She told me. Something in my chest loosened as I listened to her. There would be a next time. I’d prepared myself for the possibility that I would never experience her again. I’d worried about it while she was gone on Saturday. I didn’t know how to grab and hold on to what I wanted. If she had decided it was going to be a one weekend stint, I wouldn’t have been able to try to prevent it, to be demanding enough for my own pleasure and happiness to even find out why she was denying me.
“Okay. In the future, you can bring your dog. I love animals. Or, you know, I can come to your place. I need to get up and get ready myself.” I agreed. She smiled at me. “This weekend was amazing.” I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out. It had been amazing. I was wonderfully sore yet loose and relaxed. I didn’t want to go to work, didn’t want to do anything but remain curled up like a giant cat.
“Yes it was. It was everything I dreamed it would be and more and I’m really looking forward to doing it again. I sincerely wish I didn’t have to go to work today.” She told me. Her gaze was steady on mine and it was me who looked away first. I felt like she could see into my soul when she looked at me like that.
“Me too. I have to ask you a favor.”
“As long as I can say no.” She replied.
“Of course.” I said. I appreciated her straight-forward manner. It made being open with my communication easier because I didn’t worry that I would spend a lot of time trying to decipher how she had taken what I said.
“Then go right ahead.” She said.
“I need you to stay away from me at work today.” I told her.
“Okay.” She agreed. No questions asked, she probably already knew why. Part of me had believed that once we’d had sex it’d be easier to be around her, that it wouldn’t have been so distracting every time I saw her or thought of her. I knew better now. I’d be fired within a month for lack of productivity if I didn’t keep some space during work hours.
“Thank you.” I rose to go brush my teeth and wash my face while she finished dressing. When she was ready to depart I walked her to the door and she left me with a kiss that melted me. It took a mortifying three minutes to lock the door and make my way back to my bedroom after she’d gone.
She kept her word and her distance that day, yet I repeatedly found myself staring through my computer screen at images of us rumpling the sheets of my bed. My body insisted on remembering the glory of what she’d done to me in vivid sensory detail. By six that evening I was nowhere near completion of the tasks I’d set forth to perform. My cell phone signaled a message and I pulled it out of my purse. Alex had messaged to say she was being sent to the Detroit site for a few days but she could be reached after nine that evening. I was crestfallen having already been anticipating we’d be together that night. I wrote her back to say ok, to tell her to have a safe trip. I debated with myself for several minutes before sending a second message to let her know I’d be eagerly awaiting her return. I wasn’t feeling timid as much as cautious. Alex might be a good time boi that would take the party elsewhere as soon as she started to feel like things were getting too serious. But I did want her to know that I was going to be looking forward to her return.
As it turned out the issue calling Alex away to Detroit would tie my next week into nightmarish knots. An electrical storm had fried a server. Sales requests, meetings, logistics were thrown into chaos. I had regional managers with a half dozen to a dozen executive sales associates and 20 to 50 sales reps below them demanding assistance. The CFO and President wanted estimates on how much this was going to cost the company in terms of potential loss of clients, revenue, refunds, etc. It was my intention each day to call Alex but we both proved extremely busy and the 3 hour time difference was also not helping.
Despite insane schedules, we did text a few times a day. Tuesday early in the morning I woke to find she’d sent a video message. She told me she’d been fantasizing about the next time she would get to taste me. Alex said she could still feel my clit between her lips, could still feel my legs trembling while straddling her face. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that she didn’t talk about using her strap on me. While I certainly enjoy the way it makes me feel, I don’t find it appealing when studs talk about using the dick if it’s not being done while we are actually having sex. Alex gave only a wonderfully erotic and unbelievably flattering description of her worshipping my pussy. I came listening to her and every morning after I would replay it.
By the following Monday I was in finishing up putting out the last of the fires. Alex had worked her magic on the frontlines and we were back up and running with no client and minimal revenue loss. The big wigs were pleased, my sales force was impressed and I was feeling proud of myself. I’d done a great deal of work since day one but had never previously allowed myself to really acknowledge my own successes. This was beyond a success. Some of my Regionals said I had pulled off a miracle. It was good to feel I had at last earned respect and the confidence that I deserved my position in the eyes of those who reported to me. Still the effort it had taken to make that miracle was taking it’s toll. My focus was practically nonexistent by four that afternoon.
My phone rang and I jumped. I’d been day dreaming again. Disgusted with myself I snatched up the phone. “This is Simone.”
“Have you been thinking about what we did last weekend?” She asked. Over the phone, her voice lost none of its potency. I was shocked when I came. Thoughts raced through my brain, sensations surged through my body. I was breathless. She waited while I composed myself. “Yes.” I finally managed to tell her.
“Me too. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Yeah.” I responded dumbly.
“Is your door open?”
“What? Oh, yes.” I answered. I was unaccustomed to being so unable to get my wits together.
She opened the door closing her cell phone in one hand. “Done for the day?” She inquired.
“Yes.” I said. Suddenly there was nothing on my desk that couldn’t wait until Monday.
“Come, you’re going home with me.” Alex stated.
“I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow.” I heard myself say then wondered why it mattered? I could go home in the morning and get something to wear. Hell I could be in a sex-hazed fog and wear the same outfit for a second day and probably not even think twice about it. Of course I was going home with her.
“I bought you something to wear.” She informed me.
I hadn’t expected that. I mean the thought was nice but we didn’t know each other well enough for her to buy me clothes. They would probably fit poorly. I’d still wear them. With no other reason to delay, I grabbed my purse and my keys, locked my computer and walked out behind her. I didn’t even bother to bring my briefcase. It wouldn’t occur to me until weeks later how significant that was. I followed her to her house. She lived in a spacious townhouse with a two-car garage, lovely front porch and a large yard in the back. I stood behind her nervously as she opened the door that led into the house from the garage. Hers was not a cluttered or disorganized carport. Power tools lined the walls; huge toolboxes stood gleaming in the dim light. It didn’t surprise me that she liked to work with her hands.
The door opened into the kitchen and again, the room was orderly. Copper pots hung from a wrack over a large marble-topped island. I knew they weren’t for show, she used them. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Wine if you have it?”
“Is chardonnay okay?” Alex asked. I nodded. She pulled out two long slender flutes and then opened the cooler and pulled out an unopened bottle of white wine. I waited, as nervous and excited as a virgin in love on her prom night.
She was so quiet. She handed me my drink and then proceeded to stare at me. Her eyes penetrated all my defenses until I felt utterly naked and exposed. The wine was cool but I couldn’t really taste it. My heart thudded in my chest. The anticipation was even sharper than it had been Thursday night when she’d taken me for the first time. Instead of being steadier because I knew what to expect, I was twice as flustered because I knew what to expect.
She walked around me and bent down to speak into my ear. “Are you nervous?” She questioned.
“God, yes.” I admitted.
“Good.” She said. Her lips touched down on my neck a moment later and I felt her remove the glass from my limp fingers before it could fall to the tiled floor. As though that simple kiss had activated the nitrous in our engines, she spun me around quickly and our lips were fused together. She kissed me deeply, thoroughly, exploring my mouth, while her hands tore at my clothing. My need was in overdrive and I wanted everything she made me feel right then. I felt crazed, like a heroin addict in withdrawal.
I ripped her shirt open sending buttons flying, tugged impatiently at the belt of her slacks anxious to have her naked above me. She pushed my skirt up, moved my panties aside and I felt her fingers parting my lips. Then she was inside of me, ruthlessly manipulating my spot until I flooded her hand. I dragged her down to the floor just as I released her strap from her pants. I gripped the thick phallus and guided it to my now soaked entrance. I screamed when she thrust roughly into me, my hands clutched at her shoulders and I could do nothing but hold on and enjoy the ride.
It was fast and hard and rough. She pumped, thrust, slammed into me over and over again. I let myself go with the carnal quality of the mating. My hips and thighs would be bruised from the strength of her grip; my nails scored her back with scratches. I bit her neck hard enough to leave a golf ball sized mark below her ear. Her hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed to just this side of real pain. The orgasm was stunning, leaving me with stars dancing in front of my eyes.
I was still dazed when she picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I was aware of her moving around the room but couldn’t seem to get my mind to make my eyes open and focus. By the time I’d regained my strength, she had me secured to her bed by soft leather straps. I swallowed hard and waited to see what she had planned. I’d never been into bondage before. Hell I’d never really thought about it much honestly. The idea of letting someone tie me up was terrifying. I didn’t trust anyone that much. That was typically where I drew the line and ended the conversation.
Just then the choice had been made for me and it was scary. The fear, however added an unexpected layer to the pleasure of the anticipation. As though a light had been switched on in a dark room of my mind, I suddenly realized how little I actually knew about Alex. I had no idea what she might do to me while I was in such a vulnerable state and the not knowing was turning me on like never before.
“Comfortable?” She asked me. I nodded, never taking my eyes off her as she moved around the room. Music played in the background. Something with a steady thumping bass line, turned low so the words were a mystery and the only thing that registered was the pulsating beat. I could imagine her entering me in time to its hypnotic rhythm. “Very good.” My eyes widened when she moved a low wheeled table closer to the bed and removed the sheet that had been covering its contents. She gripped first one leg, then the next and secured them to the headboard next to my hands. I was wide open, utterly defenseless.
I saw only a few of the toys and various gadgets she’d brought out and swallowed again. I wondered if she planned on using them all. “Have you ever been fucked in your ass?” She asked me. The crude phrasing of the question didn’t offend me as it might have with another lover.
“Not for quite awhile.” I admitted.
“Did you like it?” She asked. Her tone was conversational as she surveyed the instruments she’d use. Whether they would be for my pleasure or my pain remained to be seen but I had a feeling it would be some of both.
“Yes.” I replied.
“You know I thought you might.”
She plucked a pair of vibrating nipple clamps off the table and applied them quickly. I’d never had anything like them used on me before. I’d never even had a lover who’d been willing to be rough with my breasts. The pain was immediate but not overwhelming and I was surprised to feel my pussy jump in response to the sensation. She turned them on and my whole body spasmed. “Ahhh yes I see you like that.” She commented and I realized she was watching the juices flow from me. I was beyond embarrassment; the emotion meant nothing to me when I was with Alex.
“God, yes baby I love it.” I told her without restraint.
She grinned and it changed her face into something beautifully dangerous. She picked up a blindfold that was jet black and looked as though it would cover half my face. I wouldn’t be able to see what was coming next. Again I was forcibly reminded of the fact that I didn’t know her well and of how unquestionably helpless I was. I closed my eyes before she blocked out all light and left me floating in a dark sea of pure sensation.
My heart raced, my blood pounded loudly in my veins, my breathing was shallow and fast. I yelped when she touched me unable to help myself. The suspense was killing me. I could hear her chuckling at me but couldn’t bring myself to be pissed off. I could only feel my body tightening with need with every breath I took, every rapid beat of my heart.
I felt her tongue push into me into suddenly and then retreat. I moaned pitifully. She laughed again softly, almost like she was purring. She turned the vibration off from the nipple clamps but did not remove them. “Have you ever had a totally mental orgasm?” She inquired near my ear.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I stammered.
“I mean has anyone ever just talked to you and you came? Have you ever been stimulated through descriptive words alone?”
“Not including you? No. It’s indescribable.” I confessed.
“I haven’t had the pleasure of witnessing that. Do you remember the feeling of my lips on your body? Kissing your breasts, sucking your nipple in, tongue slipping over and around it?”
I could not only remember it, her words coaxed the sensation into my body. “Yes.” I breathed.
“Do you feel my hands on your body? Feel my fingers running over your sides, your thighs, your ass? Feel me licking down your stomach.” She had switched smoothly from asking questions to giving instructions and my brain followed them to the letter. When she said feel it, I did. I moaned; my walls spasmed and my clit throbbed because they knew what came next. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight?”
“No.” I replied.
“That’s half the fun. Not knowing. I’m tossing around ideas but I do know your pussy is calling my tongue. My mouth waters every time I look down and see how juicy and plump she is. I need to push my tongue inside you so I can feel your walls sucking on it when you cum.”
My body obeyed the subtle message. The orgasm was stunning. I tensed against the cuffs I wore on my wrists and ankles. She hadn’t touched me yet every nerve in my body was sizzling as though she had. I felt the bed shift as she stood. She made no sounds and I wondered if she had left the room. Then the vibration returned to my nipples and I knew she hadn’t. She thrust two fingers into me up the knuckles at the same moment her tongue ran over my clit. The shock of sensation after her departure had me calling out the Lord’s name.
She knew exactly how to give it to me; exactly how to own my entire being. It was one of the most amazing things about being with her. No other lover had ever been able to provide my body every single thing it needed and wanted without coaching from me and without a significant amount of time to learn my body. Right from the beginning Alex had maneuvered like she’d been given the answers to the test ahead of time. She read my body like an extra large print book and when I came my walls locked around her fingers, holding them deep inside. Her tongue danced over my clit and the second wave of my peak gave her plenty of juices to catch.
As with our weekend sessions our appetite was not quickly sated. She put me in positions I hadn’t even considered possible. Each climax was another brick removed from my rapidly dwindling wall of inhibition. She used every toy on her table and even went for more at some point. The first deliciously painful pleasure of her entering my ass made me weep. She had me on my hands and knees, unbound by tethers but just as unable to move without her permission. She started with a finger, then two, then a long slim dildo. She filled both holes up and I lost track of my orgasms. They bled together until I could no longer distinguish between them. Her repeat performance was the one that sealed my status as addicted to her fuck. What she had done to me was not a fluke. She truly was as captivating as I remembered and more than even my imagination had been able to conceive of.
After we’d worn each other out, Alex made me a chef salad for a late supper. We ate in bed and talked. “What made you move here from Chicago?” I asked curious about her.
“A few things really. I started with the company about thirteen years ago. After the acquisition of Speed, I became the go to girl for hardware issues. It was cheaper to send me to various locations when there were problems with the system, than it was to hire an outside technician. When we took on the Cali location, I came to oversee all the system installations. I loved it out here; the weather, the women, the entire vibe of the west coast. I continued to travel frequently spending no more than six weeks home before heading to one of the remote sites for analysis.” She told me. I listened fascinated. Alex was generally a woman of few words. She was riveting to listen to.”Two years ago I came here and spotted you. I felt like a teenager afraid the object of their desire would notice them, yet, at the same time, hoping they would. You stole my breath. I did some probing to find out about you. They told me you had come on a few months before and seemed to know your shit. Some figured you for an ass kissing stoolie — it was the only way you could be getting so much recognition so quickly in their minds; others thought you a do girl wonder woman. Most didn’t really know one way or another.
“I remained intrigued even after returning to Chicago. Months went by, I came here a few times, stole looks at you when I could, picked up new tidbits of info about you. When the purchasing position became available I applied for it. Big cheese wanted to know why I wanted to ‘step down’ from my current position. I told them I wanted to relocate to California. They said I could just as easily do my job from the national headquarters as I could from the Chicago site. And so here I am. I won all around.” She said with a smile, placing her hand on my thigh and squeezing briefly before returning to her food.
I couldn’t believe it. Certainly I had seen Alex from time to time when she came for routine system checks and hardware upgrades but she was usually only in the office one day and spent most of that time holed up in the IT department. I’d never previously even been introduced to her before she moved permanently to California. I was floored, staggered, speechless. She’d been very matter-of-fact about it. Alex remained silent but not as though she was waiting for a reply. She’d said all she’d had to on the subject. I didn’t know what to say so I followed her lead and remained quiet.
We slept like rocks. I woke first and made my way to the bathroom. I relieved myself and moved to wash my hands but froze when I caught my own reflection in the mirror. I’ve always considered myself moderately attractive. What I saw made me gasp. I was practically glowing. The woman staring back through the looking glass was only somewhat recognizable as me. I’d never have imagined I might see myself looking like the vixen I studied just then. Not only was my skin flawless and radiant, my hair was sexily tousled, eyes heavy lidded and seductive. They held a brightness I’d never seen in them, a carnal knowledge and a sexual confidence. My lips were full and flushed and looked as though they were made to have something thick between them.
I stared at my visage for long minutes trying to make sense of the change. I hadn’t woken up to find surgery had been performed on me or anything as drastic as that. But the difference was noticeable. After several minutes I was able to pull my gaze away from my face. Travelling down as much of my body as I was able to see in the mirror I noted the effects weren’t just above my neck. My breasts looked fuller yet perkier, nipples still hard and sensitive. Through fortunate genetics I have a small waist and flat stomach. I’d never had definition though because I wasn’t interested in putting forth the effort with both diet and exercise necessary to establish a six-pack. The outline of the muscles in my stomach could be seen and pressing my fingertips to them I could feel them just below the surface. My pussy was thick, still wet, my clit calmer but not fully shielded.
Alex was there when I opened the door. One look into her eyes and every part of me was at attention instantly. “Turn around and bend over.” she said. I complied without thinking. She spread the cheeks of my ass and licked me from asshole to clit and back up again. I came within that one rotation. She ate my ass. It sounds so wrong and so nasty but it felt so good. She pushed me to the brink of orgasm then stood behind me and pushed a fat dick into me. I’d discovered she had quite a collection as she’d changed them up several times throughout the night.
Now she wore something not as long as some she had introduced me to, but thicker than any of the others. Alex gripped a fistful of my hair with her left hand forcing my head back. I was left staring at myself in the mirror and behind me, Alex, guiding the dick with her right hand yet watching me look at it all. She filled me up, then began fucking me. She coated her fingers with my juices then pushed two into my ass. I could feel those long digits pressing against the veiny shaft, stroking over the bulbous head.
Alex kept her hold on my hair, forced me to watch my own face. The pleasure was overwhelming. I spoke to her, told her how good it felt. “Ooh yes baby, yes. Give it to me, take this pussy. Beat this bitch in you fucker!” I cried out taunting her. Our eyes met in the mirror and I smirked at her as though to say, ‘What are you going to do about it?’ Alex had an answer for me. It turned the heat up even more to see in my own eyes how I enjoyed pushing her buttons, feeling her energy building as I pissed her off a little. In response she doubled the force of her thrusts.
She wiped the smirk off my face. I got to witness my climax rise up in my eyes, able to focus on nothing but my face in that wall of glass. I was the same, yet changed. “Oooooh shit, ooooh fuck baby. Oh my God, ooh fuck you. Fuck you.” I moaned. “Fuck you mothafucka!” I screamed.
“What’s that? Fuck me? Fuck me?” She barked driving into me at a ruthless pace. Her piece slid in and out in long powerful thrusts.
“Oh my God! Daddy I’m fucking busting all over your dick.” I cried out unable to hold it off any longer. Alex came against me. I didn’t know she could get off that way. From what I could tell it wasn’t a vibrating strap. Her orgasm added a thick layer of supreme satisfaction to my own pleasure. “Damn that was good.” She said as she withdrew.
“Hell yeah.” I uttered.
We showered together which lead to two washings and some incredible sex against the water warmed tiles between them. By eight she was dressing me in the clothes she’d bought. Real stockings secured by garters encased my legs up to mid-thigh. A knee-length black skirt with two four inch slits in the sides hugged my hips and ass; a crimson colored blouse over a black brassiere showcased my breasts. There was a black suit jacket that went with the skirt and three inch heels for me to step into.
Every item fit me as though I had shopped for them myself. Certainly, I’d have never picked out the garters or stockings. The skirt was tighter than I’d have gone for, the heels taller than I’d have chosen. Still, I felt undeniably sexy in the out-fit. I enjoyed the attention I got that day. I tolerated the drooling men and noted several women I’d never have suspected as being interested in women, looking my way. Alex kept her distance again and I found I was more productive than I had been previously. I could still become distracted if I didn’t maintain some space during working hours but I was no longer anxious and on edge so I could maintain my composure when we did have to interact during the course of the day.