“Ok, Saturday, bye.” I scurry back to the kitchen.
I delve further to investigate the woman.
Sonja owns a conglomerate of women’s boutiques, spas, salons, a worldwide modeling agency.
A well-respected philanthropist. Supports several local charities.
Interesting, so why is this rich, sexy woman staring at me. Why did she approach me, give me her card, not saying a word. I’m not rich, or in the social registry. I’m certainly not a model candidate; of the 20 or so woman at my firm, I’d be on the cusp of making the top 5. Why?
I share my discovery with Sandra; also, about the call Derrick got. We finish our long text session, with her again offering me her sexual favors, I finish the wine.
At bedtime, again, Derrick has nothing to say. I replay the noontime scenario, baffled, I can’t get the bewitching seductress out of my head, combined with Sandra’s lesbian proposal evokes some stirring sexual fantasies; slightly aroused, I fall asleep.
2
In the morning, snuggled in the warm bed, I realize I dreamt about a lesbian liaison; trying to recall the particulars, as I’m unsure if I was sharing myself with Sharon or Sonja. I’m horny, I touch myself, Geezus I’m soaked. Derrick is already gone, hell, he wouldn’t give me the satisfaction I’m needing.
I open my eyes just enough to see the time. Damn 6:57, 3 minutes to the alarm, oh, how I want to turn off the alarm and masturbate. Knowing I need at least 10 minutes to get off; 25 for truly decent satisfaction. If I reach over and hit the button, I’ll end up being late, I might as well get up, maybe I’ll have an opportunity at work to get myself off. Reluctantly, with a deep sigh, tossing back the covers, my feet hit the floor.
I do have an opportunity to masturbate in the restroom. I discover it is both women I’m fantasizing about as I finger my pussy and manipulate my boobs. It snuck up faster than expected, i have an explosive orgasm, best I’ve had in several weeks, I realize maybe it’s time I say yes to Sharon.
I continue; pretending it is Sharon playing with me, gently, slowly, only toying with my fleshy flaps and clit; it took several minutes, but it was wonderful.
I rush to the bistro a little earlier, I find myself obsessed with the anticipation of the arrival of the Limo; will it stop.
Texting with Sharon, expressing my desire for the limo occupant; I quickly eat. Waiting, watching, in agonizing anticipation. Nothing, it’s time to return to work, disappointed, I pay my bill. My dejected, sauntering, return to work was so different than the excited stroll there. Will she ever return?
Derrick texts me, he’ll be working late, unsure how late.
I run several strategies through my mind; going to his office after quitting time, seeing who he’s working with; will he even be at work? Or should I stake out his office? See who he leaves with. He still hasn’t mentioned Saturday to me.
I text Sharon, we decide to do nothing, to wait until he slips up.
I seriously consider inviting Sharon over to explore some same sex scenarios.
After work, I’ve resolved to pick up a pizza, open a bottle of pinot noir.
I get my vibrator and dildo, find some lesbian porn on my laptop, I fall asleep on the couch.
When my alarm is sounding in the other room, I sit up, startled.
The wine bottle empty, 1/2 the pizza in is in the box, Derrick’s gone. Well, he obviously saw me naked on the couch with a couple sex toys.
As I pass through the bedroom for a shower, I pick up his shirt, sniff it; yup, same perfume. I shower, dress and head to work. I don’t have the same excited anticipation today, but I am hoping the Limo arrives. As I’m about to cross the street to the bistro; there it is, I see it approaching. I get butterflies in my tummy, I’m excited. The limo parks just past the crosswalk, I scurry across the street, my heart racing; I’m eager, my curiosity peaked.
The chauffeur opens the back door, I try peeking in, nothing; my hearts racing, after a few moments, a large diamond ring worn on the outside of a white opera glove appears, a forefinger curling, beckons me to enter.
Nervous, anxious, curious. I enter, the chauffeur closes the door.
A coral, see through, crocheted dress; extremely dark near black, areoles, and hard nipples poking through the loose knit yarn. A red thong, bare thighs, pale pink sandals.
Blank stare, silence, her eyes slowly scan me. She drops 2 ice cubes into 2 crystal glasses, opens a decanter, pours both 1/2 full. Holds one to me, I take a healthy swig, she lights a pinner, blowing tiny smoke rings toward me, passes it to me. She’s expressionless, staring intently at me, I’m very uncomfortable, squirming.
She takes a drink, I’m enduring the silent gaze, my eyes drinking in her sensational assets, she is ravishingly exquisite. I can’t stand the silence.
“Thank-you Sonja, I’m Kiara.” She nods, tosses back her drink. Taps on her window with her diamond ring, the door opens, she tips her head, signaling me to depart. Puzzled, confused, sexually aroused, I rise, as my left foot is on the sidewalk, my head outside, hands on the doorframe; her right hand holds against my belly to stop me exiting. Her left hand starts at the back of my knee, gingerly caresses up my inner thigh, fingernails trace along the top edge of my stocking, her thumb follows my garter strap. Moving higher until the back of her forefinger rests against my camel toe, presses firmly up, wiggles.
Her thumb sneaks under my panties, presses against my anus, fingers swipe back; drag firmly across my right cheek. She removes both hands, sits back in her seat. I look back, she is staring at her glass, swirling the ice in the drink, with her finger.
As I head back to work, I don’t recall being this aroused by anyone, how erotic that was, how horny I am; confident I’m hornier than my dream with her and Sharon. I fantasize many scenarios during lunch. What may have happened if I returned to the seat in the limo.
I had 2 orgasms in the staff restroom, but still didn’t get much work done that afternoon, I was so horny.
I share everything with Sharon via text.
I caught myself unconsciously touching myself several times, paranoid a nearby co-worker would see me.
On my way home, my fingers slide inside my soaked undies; it was only a few stoplights later when I released another orgasm.
I don’t mention the encounter to Derrick, but I’m sexually aggressive, and I get on all 4’s and request he do me from behind, reaching back slapping my ass. I guess my aggressiveness, sparked him, we have wild, animalistic sex on the floor. At bedtime we spooned, he entered from behind and as we fucked slowly, I enjoyed another orgasm thinking of Sonja.
I stand on the street corner awaiting the Limo; right on schedule it stops. Same routine, I enter, Sonja passes me a lit joint, kicks off her heels. She’s wearing a red blouse, buttonless, knotted under her abundant boobs, bare midriff, red ruby jewel in her belly piercing, short white skirt. She lifts her right leg to my lap, and moving her thumbs, motions for me to massage her silk clad foot. She’s not shy, legs apart enough for me to have a full view of her thin strip of black pubic hair, above the dark wavy labia peeking temptingly between her puffy mounds.
I enjoy the feel of the smooth silk, and after a couple minutes she trades feet. She has her eyes closed as she finishes the roach. Oh, this is enthralling, I excitedly anticipate what’s next, and I begin to massage higher.
She sits up, placing her feet on the floor, raps on the window, the door opens, she tilts her head indicating it’s time to depart. I pause as I exit, expecting maybe another exploratory, teasing caress. Nothing; I consider turning, pushing my face between her thighs, tasting that dark slit. I look back, she is sliding her foot into her red stiletto.
My gawd, I’m so horny, frustrated, I imagined today we were going to get it on, at least some interaction, maybe a kiss, some fondling; DAMN.
I replay our entire interaction as I return to work. Ok, she spotted me at the bistro, is she attracted to me? Testing me to see if I’m ok with same sex relations? Why the silence? Is she mute? There’s no mention of that in my research? Why so nonemotionally?
I again need relief, I go directly to the washroom, remove my panties, and masturbate. Another afternoon I struggle to work, the image of her pussy forefront in my mind. Coffee time I masturbate again, thinking for sure I’m ready to ask Sharon if I can spend the night in her bed, I make up my mind, I’ll ask her after supper.
At the end of the day, as I’m leaving, the receptionist hands me a small package.
“A gentleman in a chauffeur uniform left this for you.”
In my car, I excitedly rip open the package. A USB stick, and a Madame Sonja card.
I can’t get my interaction with Sonja out of my head. Massaging her feet while staring at that sexy pussy. I have supper in a daze, frantic to view Sonja’s gift. Derrick tries talking to me, I can’t concentrate, I explain.
“Sorry, I had a weird day, I apologize, you watch the game, I need to review some work, I’ll do it in bed.”
I’m dying to know what’s on the USB. I take my laptop to bed. It’s a video; there is a naked, well endowed, extremely sexy, long legged, blonde, gagged, blindfolded, and strapped spreadeagle to a large wooden X.
Sonja enters wearing, a black harness outfit, mainly leather straps, and small chains, glossy black, thigh-high stiletto boots, long matching black, opera gloves.
OMG, she is extremely hot. It’s uncanny how much she resembles Elvira. I’m instantly wet, fully aroused. My fingers rolling, tweaking my hard nipples.
She swats the abundant breasts several times, two strikes squarely on the shiny smooth shaved twat. She sets down the flogger, holds the blondes chin, licks her from chin up her cheek to swirl her tongue in her ear. She twists both nipples, they’re hard, protruding like little soldiers at attention. She snips both, flicking them with her forefinger. Scraping the sides with her nails; she attaches a pair of magnetic nipple clamps, weighted alligator clips are placed on her hanging labia, stretching the flesh. Sonja picks up the flogger. I feel a twinge in my genitals, my fingers slip inside my panties. I’m no different than most women, I’ve fantasized about being bound and dominated, but never seen it. This pornographic video is very stimulating, I slide my fingertips along my labia, gently teasing myself, intending to orgasm the same time as the blonde. I haven’t entered my cunt, tugging the sensitive fleshy lips and circling my clit.
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