I set my alarm for 4:15 to make sure I was ready for action at 5:00AM to run with Cynthia. Unfortunately, the raging headache and nausea beat my alarm to the punch at 3:17AM. My body purged, and I drank as much water as I could hold down. I took some extra strength Tylenol, I’d had in my purse since 2015. By 4:30 I was feeling human and willing to give this a try.
I only hoped I could bluff my way through and not let her know I was suffering from the worst hangover I could recall…maybe ever.
I snuck into the kitchen early and devoured a bagel straight from the bag, hoping to settle my stomach. I felt better by 5:00AM and even more so when Cynthia was late. I sat on the beach and watched the first hints of sunrise as it got closer. When she arrived about 5:15 the sky had an awesome orange hue.
I wore mid-thigh black running tights with a pair of short red and white striped Under Armor gym trunks over top. I had a black lycra v-neck, short sleeve T over my sports bra.
Trying to replay the events from last night in my head was a little difficult with the fog of my hangover. I decided to play it dumb until she said something to me. Pretending nothing happened seemed like the easiest way to deal with it. I soaked up the view from the beach and was stretching when she once again startled me.
“Looks like you’re ready, shall we?” she said, leaving me a little breathless. She stood next to me in pink form fitting yoga pants and matching sport tank that was absolutely eye popping.
She looked at me while pulling her left foot up to the small of her back. The outfit was two-tone; there was a shimmering bright pink material that covered most of her ass. The side of the legs were a lighter pink color and softer looking shimmer free material. She raised her right foot turning to face me. The lighter color carried around the front to the seam running up her inner thighs and crotch. At the waist there was a 2-inch wide waist band of the shimmering hot pink material .
Her top was a bikini tank that began about mid torso. From the front it looked like a cut-off form-fitting tank top with a zipper down the center. I had to stop the thought of pulling that zipper slowly down…The front was the soft pink material with a subtle seam from the top of her breasts near her armpits running diagonally down, meeting in the center at the bottom of her breasts. The neck, straps and zipper were outlined with a quarter inch wide strip of the shimmering hot pink material.
The color popped against her bronze tanned skin. She turned back stretching her shoulders. The back of the top looked like a sports bra. The back panel was the hot pink material with one-inch wide shoulder straps made of the soft pink material trimmed with hot pink on the sides.
I nearly had to slap myself into reality as I pictured stepping behind her and caressing the areas of her upper back and sides with each hand and gently kissing the exposed skin up her spine to her neck. I could feel my wetness building…
“Snap out of it!” the voice in my head screamed.
“Three, two, one, go!” she took off at a vigorous pace.
Suddenly, reality hit, and she was running away from me. I quickly followed.
“Hey not fair…I wasn’t…”
“Ya snooze, ya lose,” she yelled. She shoved ear buds in her ears, never breaking stride.
As her ass flexed in the shimmering material, I was reminded of Hayley Williams in the video I had watched a hundred times. What was it about a nice ass in glimmering spandex that made me want to bite it?
I found my eyes fixed on the flexing cheeks as she ran in front of me and the need to catch her faded from my mind. The view from behind was just fine.
The hot pink shimmering fabric did not go around to the center of her outer thighs. It covered little more than three quarters of her legs in back with the light pink covering the outer quarter. When the seam reached her lower ass, it angled slightly out as it followed the contour of her ass before angling back in, leaving about a six-inch-wide gap at the top of her waist band. Centered in the waistband in back was a small zippered compartment where I saw the outline of her I-phone.
As she ran the smile shaped crease at the bottom of the ass cheek intensified with each contraction and disappeared with each extension. Her firm buns bounced in unison with no jiggle.
Her pace was brisk and steady. I wanted to talk, but with her ear buds she did not seem to want that. So I was content to run in silence and drink in her amazing ass. The pants ended about mid-calf and the shape of the shimmering fabric gave the illusion of a smaller thinner lower body in hot pink running behind a larger one in soft pink. It was almost hypnotic. There was no visible panty line under her pants and it almost looked as though I could see the silhouette of her ass crack through the stretched fabric.
After a while I could see the pockets of sweat peeking through in the lower edge of her top and the top edge of her waistband. Later some sweat soaked through around her lower crotch area. I began to wonder what might soak through my running shorts with the twisted thoughts going around in my head. Then I felt the familiar twinge of monthly cramps starting to erupt.
It appeared Aunt Scarlet would be making an early visit. Unfortunately for me the monthly visit always seemed to make my horny. It was a sad irony that the time I wanted sex the most was the time it was not practical to have. I trudged on and my mind wandered to the events of last night…Her naked ass bent before me as I fucked her with her silver dildo. I secretly hoped she wouldn’t ask for it back.
It could come in handy in the shower later, the best place to scratch that itch during that time of the month. Something about the shape and tone of her upper torso drew my eyes. Her jogging top had a little half-moon cut out at the bottom of the top, exposing a little patch of skin in the center of her back. As I jogged, I could not stop staring and thinking about kissing that little patch of skin.
“Get a grip Alecia!” I screamed in my head as she made the turn at the halfway point.
Soon her lower back glistened with sweat as a wet patch grew at the waistline, slowly engulfing her upper ass. I noticed sweat dripping along her lower lumbar line and imagined her laying on her stomach as I knelt over her beautiful ass. I wanted to run my tongue along her skin, starting at her waist band, tracing my way up the curve of her back, drinking in the salty taste of her sweat as I worked my way up her spine.
“Hormones! Alecia, control yourself, this is crazy!” my inner voice yelled.
I could see her house ahead and decided to kick it up a notch. I accelerated past her and she immediately sped up to keep pace. The closer we came to the end the faster we ran. Eventually, I was able to pull away as we ran up onto the pool deck and came to a stop, both panting wildly and bending over with hands on knees.
“Not smart to show up the boss,” she panted with a grin as she stood up with her hands on her hips, still gasping for air. Let’s see how you do in the weight room. Follow me.”
I followed, eyes fixed on her sweaty ass. “Stop!” the inner voice screamed causing me to raise my eyes to her swaying pony tail and thoughts of kissing her neck.
Her weight room would have ranked with some of the best hotels weight rooms I’ve ever seen. Between, cramps, obsessive thoughts about my new boss and a generally less toned body than hers, she embarrassed me in the weight room. She was surprisingly gracious about it.
When we finished, there was a great breakfast ready on the pool deck, but no signs of any house staff. There was an amazing spread of fruit and muffins, eggs and French toast that could feed ten people easily. We ate breakfast soaking in the view as the sun began to rapidly heat up. It was going to be a hot one.
During breakfast the conversation was light with no mention of last night’s activity.
“I gotta say, I was impressed how you were ready to go this morning. I honestly wasn’t sure I was gonna make it. My head, my stomach…I haven’t been that hungover since college,” she said and held up her orange juice glass as if giving a toast.
“To be honest, I got sick about 3:30 and it took some serious Tylenol to get me started. I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk before,” I said honestly.
“Safe to say we are not ‘Party Girls’,” she said, smiling. Well the sun’s up. I think I’ll hit the shower and sleep it off on the beach. You’re welcome to join me, but feel free to do whatever you feel like today. The house is yours.”
“Sweating it out in the sun sounds like a plan,” I agreed.
I downed a large glass of ice water after she left the table, trying to keep hydrated and knock out the hangover. My stomach already felt 100% better, as I headed for the shower.
As I undressed, I stood naked looking in the mirror feeling the heat building as I recalled last evening. I retrieved her silver bullet before entering the shower. I needed to take the edge off if I had any hope of maintaining control around her.
I placed the silver bullet on the shelf and began to wash myself, imagining Cynthia showering with me, feeling her hands, pressing the wash cloth against my stomach, slowly working her hand back and forth as she worked toward my breasts. I could almost feel the jolt through my body as she caressed my nipples with the soapy cloth.
My upper body complete, I began at the ankles and worked up my legs and thighs. My pussy heated up at the thought of Cynthia washing my inner thighs. My legs spread wider, granting her access. As I touched myself with the cloth, I let out a moan of pleasure and imagined it was her hand spreading my lips with the warm soft cloth.
I leaned against the wall with my left arm extended against the shower wall as my right hand did its work. I leaned my head under the shower, letting the hot water flood my head and face. As my passion built, I tossed the wash cloth aside and grabbed the silver bullet. I turned on the vibrator and touched it to myself. I imagined her fingers touching me as my legs trembled, whining audibly when she hit her mark.
“Oh yes, feels so good! Ohhhh please…” I squealed as I shoved it in slowly.
In my mind she had me against the shower wall kissing me with her probing tongue as her fingers slid deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Oh God Cynthia, oh you make me crazy… Please make me cum… Oh yes… Oh God Yes! I’m cumming baby…Aaaaahhhhhh yyyyyyyeeeessss… I’m cumming… please don’t stop… Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh! Auh!” I panted, fucking myself faster and harder.
My body shook, legs spread and stiff as a board while the thundering orgasm hit home. When I finished, I noticed a couple spots on the floor as they washed away. Aunt Scarlet had arrived.
I cleaned myself up and thanks to a hand wand shower head was able to get a good rinsing inside and out. The upside and downside of the silver bullet encounter is things were a little looser so less pain inserting the tampon , but it made me nervous about the leakage. With that in mind, the choice of a red bikini seemed like genius on my part.
I got myself together and headed out to the beach where Cynthia stood before a large blanket applying sunscreen to her belly. My thoughts betrayed me immediately. I was speechless at the sight of her in a black string bikini that barely contained her full breasts as they bulged around the tiny triangles in front. The triangle in the front of her bottoms was barely 2 inches wide at the top and an inch wide a it disappeared beneath her cameltoe. There was no sign of hair peeking through anywhere. She spun around revealing a string across her back and one around her neck. Her even tan showed no sign of lines anywhere. When my eyes glanced down my heart stopped at the sight of her perfect ass in a tiny thong that exposed most of her golden globe cheeks. My heart stopped and mouth watered. I was already feeling the warmth of growing wetness as my pussy tingled.
“Do you like it?” she teased, looking back over her shoulder.
I could barely break my eyes away and turned tomato red as it became apparent, she saw I was drooling at the sight of her sweet ass.
“It’s just not fair, you have one of the world’s greatest business minds and one of the world’s hottest bodies as well. I’m sorry but you definitely rock that bikini,” I tried to play off my staring.
“Can you get my back for me?” she handed me the sunscreen.
She lay face down on the blanket, toes pointed, and legs spread. Her ass screamed for me to touch it…I asked, hoping for a yes, “legs too?”
“Please, then I can do you.” She turned her head to the right, laid her head on the blanket and closed her eyes.
I knelt between her feet and squeezed out the sunscreen onto my palm and began to rub it on her ankle. I picked up her foot and covered her feet giving them a bit of a rub. She moaned her approval, so I stepped it up with a full-blown foot rub.
“Oh Leasie, that feel wonderful. I didn’t know you were a masseuse too,” she sighed.
I moved to the next foot and applied lotion while I worked her heel with my thumbs. “That feels amazing. You can do that all day if you want,” she sounded like she was in a dream state. I worked her calves to continued moans and sighs. I kneaded her hamstrings and thighs, feeling the heat rise between my legs.
My focus was on the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her lady parts. It dipped in between her labia ever so slightly. As I applied the lotion further up her legs, I found myself leaning closer, rubbing my lubed hands over her warm soft skin. Not a hint of razor stubble anywhere. Not a single hair poking out of the tiny strip of cloth.
I was breathing deeply and found it difficult to swallow as my heart rate rocketed. I wanted so badly to slide my hands over that firm ass and peel off those bikini bottoms. She had to have shaved herself completely to wear that tiny bikini.
As my hands reached the top of her thighs, my fingers touched the bottom of her warm buns. Leaning in I caught a whiff of her scent and noticed a tiny wet spot forming on the thin strip of material covering her crotch. My own wetness was undeniable..
I wondered what was wrong with me. The vibrator session seemed to have no effect on my wandering mind. I had never had thoughts like this before. I wanted to lean in and cover her beautiful bronze buns with soft kisses, spread her legs wide and lap up her pussy juices. The taste of her on the vibrator last night lingered in my mind. Unconsciously, I lowered my face closer and let out a heavy sigh inches from her glorious ass.
She visibly shivered. “Oh, wow your breath is so warm. I got chills…”
I bolted upright and applied more lotion on my hands and proceeded to her lower back. My thumbs traced her spine with my fingers pointing out. I rubbed up to the bottom edge of her top, and then moved my hands out ward applying lotion to her sides. When I reached the top of her thong, I removed my hands for more lotion.
“Can you untie me please?” she asked. “I don’t like tan lines.”
I pulled the string untying the lower strap and then the upper and tossed the strings aside exposing her entire back. I squeezed out more lotion and massaged her upper back and shoulder. She moaned and sighed her approval.
“Damn Leasie, you have a real talent. I’ve paid two thousand dollars and not gotten a massage this good. Please don’t stop.” She grinned softly with her eyes closed.
As my hands moved over the curve of her shoulders and touched her neck, she sighed with such pleasure it sent a new wave of warm wetness through my vagina. I wanted to lean all the way forward, slide her ponytail aside and kiss her neck, while I stretched my legs out and pressed my warm wetness against her leg to show her how warm and wet she made me.
I fought to control my breathing, trying to shift my focus off ravaging my new boss and role model, telling myself I could ruin the opportunity of a lifetime. I finished up and sat up on my knees between her legs.
“There you go all done,” I said, breathing slowly and deliberately.
“Are you gonna let me burn my cheeks?” She wiggled her butt.
“Uh…I guess not,” I said, squeezing out a little more lotion spreading it on both hands.
I backed up slightly and placed a hand on either cheek, thumbs toward the center and fingers pointing up. I started at her hips and pressed slowly up, pushing my fingers under the edge of her thong.
My heart pumped and the heat between my legs intensified. My hands moved inward, fingertips under her thong, spreading lotion over her upper ass cheeks. When my thumbs touched, I kneaded her ass cheeks. I pulled her cheeks apart in the process, allowing the thong to penetrate a little deeper in her crack.
She moaned and pushed her ass upward ever so slightly to meet my grip. I wanted to pull those buns apart and yank the thong off to get a full view in the light of day.
“You’re on the beach… anyone can see,” the voice in my head said calmly.
I slid my hands down, thumbs pressing gently into her ass crack as I worked down and around her buns. My thumbs dipped down and glided over her upper thigh and lower ass, moving back across to her hips. Then I gripped her inner thigh, spreading her labia apart and letting the thong cameltoe a bit, which allowed her dark pink labia to peek out ever so slightly.
I realized I’d been holding my breath, as I swirled my palms up and around her buns to spread the lotion over her silky-smooth firm ass. She gasped slightly and her body tensed as I removed my hands to get more lotion.
“Need some more lotion,” I whispered trying to sound calm. “How do you manage to have no tan lines down here?”
“I’ll show you later,” she replied with her eyes closed, grinning.
She relaxed and her cheeks spread slightly. I began to spread lotion, pushing firmly on her buns in small growing circles. Then I worked my thumbs into her ass crack a little further each time and gripped her a little more firmly with each circle. I felt my wetness grow when I noticed the exposed tips of her labia were glistening and the strip of material covering her pussy showed wet spots soaking through. I felt a new level of heat between my own legs, sat up on my knees and saw the noticeable spot on my own bikini.
I quickly jumped up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked, straining her neck to look behind.
“All done,” I replied thinking about my next move.
“Where are you going?” she sounded disappointed.
Not sure what to say, I went with a version of the truth. “I got an unwanted visitor this morning. My breasts feel like they were put in a vice and I wanna make sure the dam doesn’t burst. I’ll be back in few.”
“Do you need anything?” she asked.
“I think I have all I need, thanks,” I said, heading back to the room.
I stood in front of the mirror and removed the towel. Although, not as bad as I thought, the spot was pretty noticeable from the front, and really noticeable from the bottom. I started the shower and removed my swimsuit. The dam held but I removed it and cleaned up the the aftermath of my lustful thoughts in the shower.
My mind could not shake the feel of her ass and the sight of that wet spot on her suit. I had to do something to calm myself and thought about retrieving the silver dildo for round two, but thought, “I don’t even need it.”
I sat on the bench in the walk-in shower, leaned back and let the water run as I closed my eyes and imagined peeling off her bikini bottoms. I envisioned kneeling between her legs and slowly spreading them wider as I leaned in close enough to breath in her scent. I inserted two fingers into myself, imagining they were entering her.
I could hear her sighs of pleasure as she began to rhythmically move her hips to hump my fingers. I rapidly rubbed my clit in small circles between my two fingertips. I found myself speaking out loud as I imagined her using my new nickname, “Oh Leasie, I’ve never felt anything like…OOHH Leasie, I’m gonna cum sweetie!” I said in a high-pitched squeal.
My fingers moved insanely fast as my orgasm was already upon me. I recalled her perfume and the scent of her from that dildo. As the wave of pleasure consumed me, I imagined being inside her, feeling her cum from my touch.
As my orgasm subsided, my eyes remained closed. I imagined myself knelt before her glistening pussy, oozing with her sweet cum confessing my tasting of her dildo last night.
“Damn Cynthia, I have never felt anything like this before,” I sighed as my fingers were once again penetrating me, this time slowly and as deeply as I could take them. “I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, but I can’t stop thinking about you, touching you and tasting you. I couldn’t help but take your dildo back to my room and suck every last drop of your sweet cum off of it. Now all I can think about is tasting your sweet tender little pussy. I want to feel my tongue inside you, kiss that stiff little clit and feel you cum in my mouth…my fingers moved faster now. Please let me eat your hot little pussy. I wanna make you cum Cynthia…Please!”
I was completely consumed by the thought her, building toward my third orgasm in just over an hour. I began to play her role again. “Oh, Leasie, your tongue…Oh baby, you feel good sweetie. Suck my pussy please! Ohhhhhhh, yeeessss, feels so good Leasie…Suck my clit, Oh God yes!”
As orgasm number three washed over me, I imagined sucking her clit then thrusting my tongue as far in her as I could reach while she gripped the back of my head, forcing me deeper, and grinding herself against my mouth and face. My body spasmed, head tilted back, legs spread and stiff as the tickling pleasure pulsed from my clit.
“Oh Leasie, I’m cumming in that hot, little mouth!” I squealed, playing the role of Cynthia again. I could almost feel her hot cum drenching my face as she gyrated wildly holding my face against her pussy with both hands. As the orgasm peaked, I continued to slowly finger myself envisioning slowly lapping up her juices before backing off and giving her a chance to recover.
I was startled back to reality by what sounded like a door creaking. My eyes popped open as I sat upright, straining to see anything. I listened intently trying to quiet my breathing and pounding heartbeat, terrorized by the thought of being caught. I heard nothing, so got back under the shower and cleaned myself off yet again.
After drying off I wrapped a towel around me and looked in the mirror. I leapt slightly and let out a squeal startled by the sound of a knock on the door.
“It’s me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I have some great stuff here for the cramps and sore tits.” I opened the door and she stepped in, “I’m so sorry Leasie sweetie, I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you OK?” she stepped closer.
My face was red and I was completely out of sorts as she stood in her tiny bikini before me. I expected the smell of sunscreen but was greeted by the aroma of her special perfume. She moved dangerously close; her blue eyes focused on mine like lasers. I wanted to grab her. I wanted to pull her against me and kiss her long and deep.
I began to shake and pant trying to look normal, but I just came thrice masturbating to the thought of her and now she stood before me…all that beautiful bronze skin and that tiny strip of fabric covering what must be a completely shaved vagina. In my head, I asked myself, “What’s wrong with you? Stop obsessing! You’re a hormone crazed little slut!”
I wanted to drop to my knees and peel that bottom off, feel her beautiful perfect ass in my hands as I tasted her sweet juices. I wanted to know what it felt like to have my tongue melt into her warm wet pussy…
“Leasie…Are you ok sweetie? You really seem flustered. You’re all red and you look… disheveled. Do you want one of these?” she shook a bottle of pills at me.
“Please. Thank you, this is gonna be a fun few days I’m afraid.” she put an arm over my shoulder as I filled a glass and took the pill. Her touch on my bare skin sent chills through me, and I let out a heavy sigh. I noticed my facial expression reflecting back was almost one of pain. Her warm soft skin touched my shoulders and was even better than I imagined—and I imagined pretty well.
“I can show you the tan line secret,” she happily strutted out the door, revealing her nearly naked ass.
I sat the pill bottle on the counter, leaned in, and looked myself in the eyes. “She’s your boss Alecia! You’ve got to stop. You’re going to blow your big chance. You’ve worked too damned hard to throw it away on a hormone driven crush!”
My mind answered back. “This is not a crush, it’s an obsession.”
I put in another dreaded plug, put my suit back on and this time put a pair of shorts on, just to avoid another soak through.
On the patio she was nibbling on some eggs and drinking OJ when I sat down.
“Best cure for a hangover is a hearty breakfast,” she said, taking a bite.
“Or cumming three times.” I thought to myself.
“I am starved,” I took a plate and silverware off the table. “I’ll have a little of everything,” I said, filling my plate with breakfast round two.
She finished up her plate as I started to eat.
“I’ll show you the secret,” she said, grabbing a remote control from the table. When she pushed the button a tinted glass wall rose up out of her patio deck, separating the pool and patio from the outside world.
The sun was high enough in the sky not to be obscured by the wall. However, the glass was only tinted and we had a clear view through it.
She stood up and pulled off her bikini bottoms, revealing a completely shaved pussy as I had surmised. There was no noticeable razor stubble and no tan lines anywhere. Ironically now that her lady parts were exposed my eyes were drawn to a cute little groove from the top of her belly button to the bottom of her rib cage. Kissing my way up that little valley was my newest obsession.
Below her belly button was smooth unblemished skin. The gap of light between her upper thighs, just beneath her pussy stood in sharp contrast to her golden brown skin, drawing my eye back to the perfect slit at the bottom of her pussy. Her inner labia peeked out ever so slightly. The bottom of her outer labia formed an upside-down heart. It was the perfect target for my eager tongue…
“Uh um!” She cleared her throat. “Can you help me with my top sweetie?”
She turned and her naked ass caught my eyes.
“Help me,” I whispered.
“Excuse me?” she asked, lifting her ponytail up and aside.
“You can see right through the glass. You’re gorgeous, but don’t you worry about pervs?” I asked, pulling her lower top string.
I wanted to trace my hands up her back and kiss her as I moved toward her neck. There was something indescribably sexy about the way she held her hair aside and tilted her head down. Her beautiful neck screamed for me to kiss it. I pulled the upper knot loose and lowered the strings down over her shoulder. My hand reached around her front, moving closer in as I lowered the top. My right hand brushed her right nipple by accident.
She hummed ever so slightly, and I quickly lowered my hands to my side, still holding her top in my fingers. When she turned back, her full breasts revealed small areola about the size of quarter with subtle little nipples, rose pink in color.
I have never been particularly excited by a woman’s breasts, but this weekend I wanted nothing more than to touch them and kiss them and feel her nipples stiffen with my touch. Her breasts were full and round and perfectly tanned like the rest of her.
I realized she had been talking. I glanced up to see her looking at me smiling. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Does your period make you deaf sweetie?” she asked, still smiling.
“No, but it makes me want to taste every inch of you, all dammed day long,” I thought to myself.
“Apparently it does today. I’m so sorry.” I said, blushing.
“It’s one-way glass. We can see out, but they can’t see in. Enjoy your breakfast and join me when you’re done if you like.” she said, turning and walking to a full lounge chair positioned against the glass wall.
She laid on her front and looked straight toward the ocean. Her legs were shoulder-width apart on the flattened lounge chair, toes pointed toward me. I ate all the food on my plate and then some, drinking in the view of her naked ass and shaved pussy.
When I finished, I moved to a table and chair next to the pool and close to her. I quietly positioned my chair directly behind her. It was mesmerizing. Her ass was nearly symmetrical, but her left cheek looked slightly smaller than the right . The globes of her ass melted into the small of her back in a smooth plain that narrowed as it cleared her hips, giving way to a valley that followed her spine and flattened out two thirds of the way up her back.
My eyes could not take in enough of the shape of her torso. There were hints of her ribs peeking through her skin as her torso widened. The curves of her breasts peeked out her side. There was a small dime sized birth mark on the upper right side of her back and even that turned me on. Her elbows pointed to the sides, with her hands gripping the top edge of the chair.
She looked dead ahead, chin resting on the cushion of the chair. I could see her eyes were closed in the reflection in the glass. I leaned back in my chair, legs stretched out to soak up the sun, trying to look like I was comfortable lounging in an upright chair. I only knew I wanted this view for as long as I could get it. The head of her chair was angled up just enough to accentuate the curve of her lower back and highlight the roundness of her ass.
As I stared hungrily at her ass, my eyes locked on to what I quickly realized was the sexiest diamond shape I have ever seen. Once it caught my eye, I was powerless to look away. Between her legs was an elongated vertical diamond; the top point of the diamond was the tip of her dark pink little anus. Her sphincter was like a dark pink star on her gold brown skin, with rays of dark pink emanating from the tiny dark center. A tiny little ray that pointed straight up the center of her ass crack put a sharp point to the top of the diamond.
The diamond angled out and down from there, the side points were formed at the intersection of her thighs, ass cheeks and outer labia . From there, the crease of her outer labia and thighs angled closer together making perfect straight lines converging at the tip of her vagina. The lower end of the diamond did not come to point as her clitoral hood faded into the gap between her thighs. This gave the appearance the lower tip of the diamond was cut off, leaving an inch wide gap below her vagina, between her golden thighs.
My eyes continued to dart up to see if hers were still closed. Her breathing was slow and steady. The diamond of my fantasy would shift gently with each breath.
Like the top of her tight little asshole, the bottom radiating line was longer than the rest, touching the bottom of her inner labia. The inner labia were together and almost completely closed. The two labia were slightly discernable by a tiny pink crack between them about a quarter inch from the tip.
I imagined softly teasing that tiny crack open with the pointed tip of my tongue. The warmth. The softness. The scent. The taste. I groaned and looked at her eyes in her reflection. They were closed and her breathing remained steady. I quietly moved my chair as close as I could without touching her chair. I leaned forward to get closer.
Below the tiny crack her pussy lips blended together again and thickened surrounding her clit. As her inner labia widened out they seem to crowd the outer labia causing a cute little wrinkle on either side of her pussy. Each wrinkle begged for my tongue tip to trace. Below her inner labia was her light pink clitoral hood. I would have begged her to let me open it with my tongue, expose her pleasure center and let my lips and tongue do what they would. My lady parts were steaming and engorged yet again.
Her hips wiggled slightly, causing me to sit up quickly and look at her eyes. Still closed… As I leaned back in I was amazed again there was no sign of razor stubble or burn anywhere. “She had hair just last night! How did she do that?” I wondered to myself.
Her movement widened the gap ever so slightly and I could detect a hint of glistening moisture between her lips. As I examined the pleasure diamond, I noticed the only sign of a tan line was a pinky finger wide hint of white in the upper third of her ass crack and faint brushes of white emanating from the sides of the diamond, following the seam of her ass cheeks and upper thighs.
I was powerless to look away. There were three barely-there moles scattered about on her right ass cheek. I wanted to kiss them all.
She wiggled again and shifted, opening her labia a little more this time. My pussy tingled yet again. I wanted to wake her with my tongue pressing gently into that tiny moist gap. I wanted to taste her warm sweet hairless pussy and explore every inch of her body, savoring every minute.
The sun was high and I was sweating more than normal. She seemed immune to the heat, with the exception of a bit of perspiration in the little valley of her spine. The pleasure diamond seemed to glisten slightly. Realizing I had been staring for a long time, I checked her reflection. Eyes still closed…
I looked back at the diamond, my mouth was dry, my breathing deep and my whole body seemed filled with electricity. I wanted to touch those buns again, caressing her skin and feel them in my palms.
“Are you awake Cynthia?” I asked softly.
Her eyelids did not flutter but remained relaxed and closed. She shifted slightly, raised her ass a little and settled back.
“She wants you to,” I told myself. My eyes moved from buns, to her tight little anus, to the glistening gap to the clitoral hood, over and over.
“Stop Alecia, you are obsessing! What is wrong with you!” my inner voice screamed.
A drop of perspiration formed between those amazing buns. It began to slide slowly down. I whimpered with envy as it rolled over her skin. When it reached her dark sphincter, it seemed to spread and dissipate. As I stared at her glistening asshole, I disgusted myself as the thought of tonguing that salty sweat from her dark little rosebud made me wetter.
I enjoy sex, don’t get me wrong, but I have never been obsessed with it. I’d never had thoughts anywhere close to this. But everything about her turned me on.
I could not hold back any more. “Cynthia?” I asked again, a little louder. No movement.
The diamond glistened a little more. I trembled and my pussy throbbed. Where do I start? Her thighs? Her buns? Her clit? Tongue the edge of the pleasure diamond slowly all the way around? Yes, that’s it. I leaned forward and stood up, thinking about how to get my head there without rattling her chair and waking her.
As I thought about my plan of attack, she raised her head. I jumped back and quietly sat down in my chair, trying to look like I had been lounging.
She moved her head left and then right, and laid her left cheek on her flattened hands. Her eyes remained closed and she had a slight smile on her face. Then she raised her ass slightly, brought her legs closer and lowered back down. She settled back into her steady breathing pattern.
With her thighs together the pleasure diamond now had a point at the bottom too. The gap was gone. My eyes continued to dance over her beautiful body, returning to the magic diamond.
After several minutes I was hot, horny and frustrated. I again spoke her name, “Cynthia are you awake?”
She made no response, but I had lost my nerve. So once again I took matters into my own hand. My right hand unbuttoned my shorts and slid into my bikini bottom while my left brought a towel to my mouth. I bit down on the towel and imagined exploring the diamond as my fingers found my clit.
My pussy was warm and wet. I fantasized it was her I touched. Her hips shifted up, causing my eyes to dart upward. Her head looked straight ahead again, chin on her hands and eyes closed. The diamond glistened and consumed my thoughts. I whimpered softly as my fingers did their work again. I imagined diving straight in, my nose tickling her rosebud as my tongue wiggled into that tiny moist crack, tasting the mixture of salty sweat and sweet juices, breathing in her scent.
I wanted to scream it out and tell her how much I wanted to probe that sweet wet pussy and taste her as she came in my mouth. I wanted to shout my slutty thoughts to anyone who would hear. As I fingered myself, it appeared her labia were engorging and getting wetter with each thrust of my fingers.
I tried to stay still and quiet, but the chair scraped across the pool deck. I looked to her eyes; they remained closed but fluttered. Then my eyes moved back to the hypnotic sight. Past the point of no return, I pictured grabbing a handful of ass in each hand with my thumbs spreading her cheeks and labia, and wiggling my tongue in. I bit hard on the towel and whimpered, “Please…oh God please…” I came in a pulsing wave of pleasure that dwarfed any orgasm my last boyfriend could induce. I looked at her reflection and her eyes fluttered again.
As I regained composure, I stood up and made sure there was no visible soak through of my shorts. I refastened them and caught a whiff of my scent. It would be hard not to be noticed if she got close. Trying to decide what to do next, I looked up to see the reflection of her eyes opening and looking groggy. She took a deep breath, propped up on her elbows and looked at me through the reflection of the glass.
“I needed that,” she said, smiling. “Did I miss anything? Are you feeling better?”
“No, just soaking up the sun,” I replied calmly. “I am getting a little hot. I might go into the AC for a bit”
“Great,” she said, looking at her phone. “Let me flip over for a while and if you like we can do some work prep for a couple hours before dinner.”
“That will be great. I can’t wait to dive in. Let me know when you’re ready,” I walked toward the house.
I recalled at age 14, I had a masturbation phase. I did it every day, sometimes twice, but I soon grew out of it. I think I had more orgasms from masturbating in the last 24 hours than four years of college. Walking to the bedroom, it was apparent I would be paying the price. I had rubbed myself raw.
It seemed this last round of self-pleasure had allowed me to clear my head and the insanity of my behavior for the last 24 hours sunk in. I showered yet again, gently cleaning my self-abused lady parts. I put on some lotion to ease the soreness and keep the area moisturized and went back to bed for some much-needed rest. I woke up about 11:00 AM feeling refreshed and in control, except for the image of the magic diamond permanently etched in my brain.
I put on some khaki pants and a conservative casual blouse and went to the living room, where Cynthia sat on the sofa with her laptop. She was wearing a red cover up over her bikini I assumed.
“Feeling better?” she asked, not looking up.
“I am feeling fine, thanks.”
“Let’s talk about your role and get our calendars in synch,” she said, tapping the seat next to her. “Better get your laptop.”
“Great, be right back.” I said, heading back to my room.
When I returned to the living room she raised her laptop and crossed her legs on the sofa, exposing her naked vagina as she sat Indian-style. “Ok, no bikini,” I thought to myself.
I took the seat next to her and the next several hours seemed to fly by. We talked about my role, my office and the process for getting set up with HR on Monday. The itinerary for the next four months looked nearly filled. My mind boggled at the sight of a trip to Paris in two weeks. I had hoped I would be part of it.
“Paris?” I asked almost subconsciously.
“Yes, there is a series of fashion shows and it gives the opportunity to meet with several of the CEO’s and CFO’s of the major players in the industry. We’ve been working with several major designers about managing their global pension and retirement accounts. Not to mention plenty of good food and wine. Have you been there before?” she asked.
I wanted to say yes to sound travelled and sophisticated, but that was a firm no. “Unfortunately, not,” I said with a hopeful tone.
“You’re gonna love it, although there won’t be much sightseeing. It will be a busy week, but maybe we can head over a day early and have some down time.”
I tried not to sound too excited, “That would be great, how much do you manage in investments from the fashion and apparel world?”
“We manage just over 10.2 billion dollars in that segment, not counting the retailers,” she answered with remarkable speed.
I imagined all the business segments they were in, and it was impressive that she had that number in her head. We talked for hours on investment strategies, marketing efforts and client development. She never once for the remainder of the weekend mentioned anything about Friday night’s events.
We completely forgot about eating until almost 10:30 PM. I pulled together a wine, cheese and fruit buffet from the three-door commercial refrigerator in her kitchen and we continued talking until around midnight. Other than the occasional distraction of a whiff of her perfume and the image of the pink diamond popping into my head, I was in complete control of myself.
The next day, during the morning run, the damage I did to myself with my chronic masturbation made its presence known. The pain kept my mind from drifting. It’s hard to get aroused when your Hoo Hoo is on fire. I did manage to win the race again, but at much personal discomfort.
By the time we got to the weight room, I just wanted to soak in a warm tub and not move. She again showed me; I had a long way to go before I could hold my own in there.
We were back in New York by 3:00PM and she told me to be in by 7:00AM the next morning. I had texted Ghalib when we left The Hamptons, and again when we were landing. He was there to receive me at the helipad.
“Greetings Ms. Carmichael,” he said, taking my bags at the chopper and carrying them to the car. He spoke loud enough for Cynthia to hear and I gave him a subtle nod of approval.
“Hello Ghalib, I’ll be going home, but I will need you bright and early tomorrow, will that be doable?” I asked in my best professional tone.
“Certainly, I am at your service Ms. Carmichael.” he said, opening the door.
I waved to Cynthia as she climbed in her limo, cell phone to her ear.
Ghalib climbed in and closed the door. “Did it go well?” he asked with a smile.
The look of concern on my face was obvious. “I think so. But I may have allowed the setting to get the better of me. She was very nice, believe it or not, and a gracious host. I’m afraid I may have come across as too comfortable around her.”
“I’m sure you did fine Alecia. You are too smart and savvy, and I saw the way she looked at you when she said goodbye. She was happy and contented. She knows she made a good choice.” he looked at me through the rearview mirror.
He flirted with me on the ride home. If Aunt Scarlet weren’t in town and I hadn’t abused myself, I would have seriously had my way with him. It surely would help drive the snapshot of her nude pleasure diamond from my head. Instead, I did not acknowledge his attempts and gave him a professional good night.
The fair was $22 but I gave him $130. “Thanks again for Friday. I completely forgot to pay you.”
“This, is too…”
“5:30 tomorrow morning. Thanks again, you’re a lifesaver.” I smiled and closed the door.
He jumped out and pulled my bags out of the trunk.
“Let me h…”
“I got it thanks,” I picked them up and entered the building without looking back.
I felt bad about giving him the cold shoulder, but my mind was elsewhere. Back in the new apartment, I called mom and dad, and planned out my attire for the next day. I gave them a brief review of events and cut them off when the questions continued.
“Oh my, that’s amazing. Tell me what she’s like. I want to hear every detail,” said Mom excitedly.
“Sorry mom, I gotta go and get ready for my first day. I’ll try to call tomorrow, love you,” I said, hanging up.
After much thought, I decided to wear a smart grey skirt suit with a powder blue blouse and navy high heels. I unpacked a few things, then reviewed the calendar and notes I recorded. Then I organized my apartment and readjusted the contents of cabinets and drawers to modify what the movers had done. I was generally impressed with how they had things arranged but needed to get a few items in the order I was used too. I did see some areas where I preferred the way they arranged things.
“I guess I’m not too set in my ways,” I said to no one.
I sat in my kitchen looking out the window. It suddenly hit home; I’m living in my own Manhattan apartment working for Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert! When I went to bed, I feared excitement might prevent me from falling asleep, but the calm of my own place with no one else around did the trick. It probably didn’t hurt that I came six times this weekend. I fell fast asleep quickly and the alarm woke me from a deep sleep.
I didn’t exercise Monday morning since it was my first day and I wanted to be ready for anything. In the cab ride to work, it occurred to me that Cynthia probably worked out this morning. She wouldn’t let the first day on a new job stop her…I promised myself, tomorrow for sure. The image of her ass in those yoga pants came to mind. The sweat soaking through…
Unfortunately that brought the picture of the beautiful diamond to the forefront of my brain, like an HD picture. The hairless diamond of warm moist silky sexiness refused to leave my brain. My inner voice screamed, snapping me out of it, “You can’t do this anymore Alecia!”
Ghalib told me he needed down time this evening, but offered another cabby he knew. I told him, “No Ghalib, If you’re not available, I’ll just get any old cabby to get me home.”
“Promise no Uber or Lyft?” he said, only half kidding.
“I promise, you’re talking to queen old school here. No Uber.”
I arrived about 30 minutes early and security was expecting me. They connected me with the HR Director, Stephanie Wilson. She was an attractive motherly type in her 40’s with a grey business jacket and skirt. Her brown hair was in a bun. She escorted me to the 42nd floor to fill out paperwork. I was absolutely amazed at the amount there was to do, including a personality test, background checks and applications for the job, insurance and medical background. By lunch time it was still not done, so Stephanie took me to the cafeteria and we ate together.
It was nearly 2:00PM when I was walked to Cynthia’s office. She was on the speaker phone and motioned me in. She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. I took a seat and listened to her on a conference call with her team of analysts discussing investment strategies and stock valuations. It was fascinating to observe and listen to the team interact. I wanted so much to jump into the conversation, but held back, not wanting to step on any toes on day one.
Cynthia seemed to notice my excitement and gave me a smile. I got to observe her interaction with the team and got the sense she really was a nice person. It was such a pleasant surprise that someone of her success and stature was not an iron fisted leader but had an ability to truly connect with those that worked for her. When the call ended, she looked at me and smiled.
“So, you made it through the HR gauntlet. That’s a good sign. What did you think of the call?” she asked sincerely.
“Sounds like a great team. I loved the team atmosphere and the energy was great. I just can’t tell you how happy I am for this opportunity. I promise you won’t regret taking a chance on me.”
“I think I have a winner, if you were in with Bill Richards. Bring your chair around and we’ll dive into the calendar,” she said, tapping the desk next to her. “Bring the laptop.”
I rolled the chair around next to hers, opened my laptop and sat next to her. The scent of her perfume sent a tingle through me that was hard to describe. The honeysuckle spice scent invoked the image of her naked ass and the magic diamond.
“Please don’t!” my inner voice screamed, but my mind had now linked the scent of her perfume to the image that haunted me.
I imagined sliding between her legs as her naked ass beckoned me, face homing in on the beautiful pink diamond, tongue wiggling into that faint gap between her labia. I could almost feel the tip of my nose tickle her tight little sphincter as my tongue worked deeper…
“Are you still with me Ms. Carmichael?” she asked, her head tilted, looking me in the eyes. “Everything OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine…” I said, snapping out of it. “It just dawned on me where I am and who I’m with.” I said, smiling and trying to act like I was not losing my mind.
My dream had come true, but now, all I could think about was shoving my nose in her ass!
She smiled and gazed into my eyes with her head still tilted. “You are…refreshing Ms. Carmichael. I like your enthusiasm.”
She looked back at her computer and I noticed her hair was combed straight in a ponytail, revealing her subtle neck. As I thought about gently kissing it, I stopped and forced myself to concentrate.
“IT has our calendars synched. You are now my right-hand Ms. Carmichael so it’s important you have this memorized for at least the week and keep me on track. Meetings in Paris start Monday. Your first trip, so we need to go early for some sightseeing. Can you leave Friday?” she looked at me with piercing blue eyes.
“Yes!” I said emphatically.
After an uncomfortable pause, I realized I was staring into her eyes. I turned my head back to the computer screen while I gained control of my breathing.
“Great, call Jet The World and set up flights. We’ll leave Friday at 7PM New York time and return the following Thursday 7PM Paris time. Then book us a two-bedroom suite at The Hôtel De Sers Champs Elysées Paris. Watch Shelia at Jet The World, she’ll try to overcharge. Remind her how much business we do. Let me introduce you around first and then I’ll show you to your office so you can make the arrangements.” she said, standing up and walking toward the door.
I shoved my laptop into my shoulder bag and followed.
“Everyone, I would like you to meet Ms. Alecia Carmichael. She is my new Executive Assistant. You should have received an e-mail announcement about her. We are very fortunate to have her with us, so please welcome her as full member of the team. She will assume Suzan’s office so please feel free to introduce yourselves to her at your leisure. Now let’s get to work for our clients,” She smiled and lead me to my new office.
It was an impressive office with a window, right next to hers. There was a large desk with file cabinets and work cubby behind it. There was also a large round table with six chairs and small couch and coffee table. There was a docking station for the laptop and triple monitor system with external keyboard and mouse. It was quite impressive.
“This is it Ms. Carmichael, I hope it meets your needs. Let me know if you need anything. I have a call with…”
“Gavin Johnson from GM,” I chimed in, “and then a meeting with the marketing team at 4:00PM. Will you need me for that?”
She gave an approving grin, “Yes, it will give you the opportunity to meet them and get up to speed.”
“Great and I will make the reservations and review your schedule in more detail.” I said enthusiastically. “How many will be on the flight; will I need reservations for anyone else?”
“Just you and I Ms. Carmichael. We will need the G280 Exec. It will accommodate a few more if we want to add someone later.” she said on her way out the door. “Thanks, and welcome aboard!”
Having no idea what a charter jet actually should cost, I got on line and found a couple websites that gave estimated costs between $100,000 and $140,000.
Then, I called Sheila at Jet The World and she initially quoted $113,000 for the round trip. I gasped audibly, before rebounding and engaging her.
“Sheila, please don’t make me go through the process of shifting our business to Net Jet. We use you because of your customer service and attention to detail. I spoke to Net Jet before I called and I can save $20,000 going with them on this trip alone. What do you think I could save on a package for all our business. Think about the volume of business we bring you and call me back with your best price, thank you.” I hung up before she could respond.
I proceeded to the travel agent to get the hotel booked. As I hung up, I thought we were fortunate to have a room available with such short notice. I decided I had better look at upcoming trips and book hotels sooner so I could be sure we did not run into issues of hotels being overbooked.
As I reviewed the calendar, I received a call from Sheila. “Hello, Alecia Carmichael speaking.”
“Hi Alecia, this is Sheila for Jet The World. I have some good news. We were able to shift some bookings and more efficiently fill the schedule for the G280 Exec. Based on your business level with us, we are able to offer the round trip for $89,500.”
“Thank you Sheila, much better.” I said confidently. “I would like to meet with you soon to talk about a longer term exclusive agreement for all our business.”
“That sounds great. Do you want to put something on the calendar?” She asked politely.
“I’ll call you soon to set it up. Thanks again Sheila.
After hanging up, I sent a note to Cynthia with the initial and the final price. She responded with a quick note saying, “Great Job!”.
And thus began my new career, with a week of early mornings and late evenings. I did not communicate with any family or friends, and as I boarded the Jet at Teterboro Friday, I realized no one knew where I was going. Unsure what to pack, I had overpacked and had 2 large suitcases.
An attendant came out to greet me. “I can take your luggage,” said the young man with a tight vest and long-sleeved shirt. He took them and loaded them into the luggage compartment.
The jet was incredible. It had about 10 seats as you would expect, similar to the standard commercial airline ,with single file seats on either side with an isle down the middle. Behind them was a round meeting table with four chairs anchored to the floor, and a doorway that led to a rest room and bunk bed sleeping chambers with curtains and beds for four people.
She was already on board when I arrived at 6:50PM. She was seated at the table with her laptop open.
“Good evening, Ms. Carm… I suppose I can call you Alecia since we are not in the office and it’s just the two of us,” she said, smiling and closing the laptop.
The attendant came out from the back of the plane. ” Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’ll have what she’s having.” I pointed at the wine glass sitting next to Cynthia.
“Chardonnay coming right up,” he stepped into the back again.
“I will not overindulge this time, I promise,” I said, sitting at the table.
She smiled and held up her glass, “I’ll drink to that. But seriously, thanks for arranging dinner on the flight. I plan to eat as soon as we are up and, then get a few hours’ sleep. We should get in about 2:30 or 3:00. our time or 8:30 AM Paris Time, we can check in and get another 1-2 hours sleep before sightseeing. Then if we stay up late, it will help get us acclimated to Paris time.”
“Sounds great, I can’t believe we’re going to Paris!” I said as my wine arrived. “Cheers, to new adventures!”
“The first of many, I hope. I was thinking we could start with the Louvre, and the tower, and then I know a great little place for dinner. True French home cooking. Duck confit to die for, Bouillabaisse, Steak Frites, It amazing.” she said with anticipation.
I barely had the chance to sip my wine when it was time to taxi. No security, no waiting. We were off by 7:05 after downing my wine. We talked about the meeting for next week and within 20 minutes were sitting at the table for grilled Mahi Mahi and a vegetable dish that was amazing. It was topped of with a small strawberry tart for dessert and some after dinner cognac.
She asked me about my life and childhood, sounding truly interested. We shared stories of boyfriends, though mine were few and never really serious. She talked about her high school sweetheart and how it ended abruptly when they went to opposite coasts for college.
Her eye held perfect contact to mine. The week had been so busy I had not had much time to reflect on last weekend’s events. She had never mentioned anything about Friday night, so I wrote it off as a drunken mistake that she either didn’t recall or was too embarrassed to acknowledge. The overwhelming amount of information I had taken in this week managed to push those thoughts aside for the most part, but looking in her piercing blue eyes sent a tingle through my body that startled me. I took a deep breath and her perfume hit me, then the image of the pink diamond between her legs…
“I have to admit with all my success, I sometimes wonder if letting him get away was the biggest mistake of my life,” she said, not breaking eye contact.
“His loss, I would say.” I said and looked away.
I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her.
“You are right! He could have come with me. Time flies, we should try to get some rest,” she said, looking at her watch. “Johnny can you get the bottom bunks ready and give us some privacy?”
My heart raced for a brief moment. Privacy. Could she be implying some secret intent… I pushed those thoughts aside. After a moment Johnny came up front.
“Beds are ready ladies, pleasant dreams.” He walked past us and cleared the way to the back.
We closed the door behind us. Cynthia grabbed a small overnight bag and went toward the bathroom. “I didn’t think to tell you to bring sleeping clothes. Yours are down below… Let me see.” She reached in the bag and rummaged, before pulling out some gym shorts and a T-shirt. “You can borrow these if you like.”
“Thank you that would be great,” I replied, thankfully.
“Here you go, you can have the restroom if you like.” She handed me the clothes.
I put them on, folding my clothes as neatly as I could. I checked myself in the mirror before I exited the tiny bathroom.
She stood with her back to me in a lacey black string tank top with matching shorts. The strings formed an x on her upper back between her shoulder blades that were completely exposed above the top of the tank top. The material was slight translucent with the exception of the lower two inches that was a more decorative and wider mesh, revealing her tan skin.
The bottoms followed the same pattern, translucent enough to highlight the crack of her ass with the bottom two inches revealing the skin of her upper thigh through the frilly lace. I tried not to stare but I wanted so much to touch that ass while I planted kisses between her shoulder blades and moved up toward her neck.
When she turned, the top revealed her belly button through the lace. I wanted to kiss around it and feel her soft underbelly against my lips. My mouth was agape as I saw the skin of her thighs peeking through the bottom band of lace. What was happening to me? I wondered. A week ago, I never had these thoughts and now they haunt me.
I had to turn and look away or I would not be able to help myself. I climbed quickly into the bed. “I’m tired, what a great week it’s been. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I am so grateful.”
“Thank you for taking the position, your timing is impeccable,” she replied.
I laid with my face to the wall of the plane so I would not stare. The shaped of her bare shoulders and exposed back flashed into my mental slideshow that focused so much on her. The silhouette of her ass crack through the lace, her beautiful neck, the magical diamond between her legs. The slideshow was on repeat.
The heat between my legs intensified. I felt the growing urge to masturbate for fear I would give in to my desires, throw caution to the wind, and climb slowly under the covers next to her, I even thought I could detect a hint of her perfume in the T-shirt I was wearing. Losing the battle, I turned over and laid facing her. She was under the covers up to her neck laying on her back. The blanket gently rose and lowered with each breath. I pictured snuggling beside her with my left knee across her thighs and my cheek on her shoulder, my face nuzzled against her warm neck while breathing her perfume. I imagined I could feel her heartbeat and matched the rhythm of my breathing with hers.
I envisioned my hand caressing her skin, tracing the lace outline of her pajamas. She turned onto her side to face me with eyes closed. I could see the curve of her hip and imagined lying next to her face to face, caressing that hip as I kissed her slowly and softly at first, but increasing intensity as our tongues intertwined.
I was almost panting and decided to take action if I hoped for any sleep. I left my bunk as quietly as possible. I entered the bathroom and carefully peeled off the running shorts and panties. I looked at myself in the mirror as I reached between my legs. My eyes closed as my middle finger slid down the gap of my labia, the surrounding fingers sandwiched my pussy lips between them.
“Oh Cynthia, you make me so warm and wet. Oh, please touch me,” I panted, confident the noise from the engines more than drowned out my voice.
My fingers slid up and down the length of my crack, not yet penetrating. I imagined her hot breath as she whispered in my ear, “Do you want me inside you Leasie?”
“Yes please…” I inserted my middle finger, “Oh Cynthia that feels so good, I need it so bad, Oohhh Yeeeess! Please don’t stop, you make me so crazy… Oh, please, make love to me. I want to taste your hot cum.”
I thrust my finger to the hilt and pulled it out shoving all three fingers into my mouth, tasting my own juices.
“Mmmuuhhhh,” I moaned, sucking them clean. “Tastes so good.”
I thrust all three in, “That’s it baby, please make me cum for you, I need it bad!” I slid them back out and sandwich my clit between two of them and began to work them wildly, bracing myself on the sink. “Oh Cynthia, baby I’m cumming for you, Oh, please yes, feels so g,good.” I opened my eyes with my mouth wide open, “Aaaahhhhh! Yyyeeeessss!, Yes!, Yes! Oh God yes! “
My fingers moved so fast I could hear the sloshing sound of my juices against my screaming pussy. “Cumming for you… H, hard. Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! YYYYeeeesssss!” I moaned, legs stiff and trembling. I hoped the sink could hold my weight as I lost control of my legs.
As my orgasm passed, I panted heavily looking in the mirror, satisfied and horrified at the same time.
Knock! Knock! I nearly dropped on the floor. “You OK Leasie? Are you airsick?”
“I’m OK, be out in one minute,” I composed myself.
“Sure? You sound a little distressed.”
I wished I had just said, “Yes a little air sick,” instead of, “I’m fine.”
“Just had to pee, be right out,” I said, awkwardly..
I thought I heard Cynthia make a comment under her breath, “Hell of a pee.” but could not be sure. Then she spoke loud and clear, “Ok, going back to bed.”
I cleaned myself with some hand soap and tissues, got dressed, and quietly crawled back to bed face to the wall. She did not stir or speak, which was a relief, and eventually I fell asleep.
When we awoke, she did not say another word about it. We got dressed and the plane landed. There was a limo waiting. Johnny loaded our bags and the whirlwind weekend began. The hotel was incredible, the suite had a living area with kitchenette and full bar. Off either side of the living were large bedrooms, each with its own double sink bathroom with walk in shower and full-sized tub.
As she outlined, we took about a two-hour nap before touring the sights of Paris. We were like two old besties having a good time in Paris for the weekend, barely talking any business. I managed to keep my lusty thoughts in check, even at the restaurant she loved so much. It was an intimate established family restaurant with all the ambiance you would expect in Paris. Saturday, we spent seven hours in the Louvre, examining every piece and discussing them all. Afterwards, we went to dinner which in itself is an event. We spent nearly three hours at the restaurant, where they even took us into the kitchen. They showed us the food they were making and we were allowed to taste it. It was like nothing I had ever experienced in the states. Cynthia had the duck confit and after seeing it simmering, I had to have the Bouillabaisse. It was amazing, even after the historical context, that it was a stew originally devised to use up parts and scraps that could not be sold at the market. I only managed to get lost in her eyes a time or two during dinner. She apparently didn’t notice.
Then we walked for nearly two hours along the Seine River, in the moonlight in Paris… A dream come true.
Sunday was a day of sightseeing; the Eiffel Tower, Champs-Élysées, The Notre Dame Cathedral and two palaces. We finished the night with a late dinner and two bottles of wine. We sat on the couch for an hour, talking at first about the work day tomorrow. First, two meetings with fashion industry execs regarding pension and retirement account management, but more importantly to them is convincing Cynthia to invest in their stock as part of her investment fund’s assets. The afternoon would finish off with a fall fashion show, featuring several major designers.
Then the conversation turned personal and comfortable. We sat facing one another with our feet folded beneath us, knees touching. When her perfume hit my brain, I leaned forward without thought and kissed her shiny red lips. Electricity pumped through me, so soft and warm. I breathed in her perfume and pressed my tongue into her warm mouth. She began to reciprocate, and another wave of tingling warmth washed through me. When I placed a hand on her cheek, she grabbed it and pulled it away, breaking the kiss.
“This can’t happen Alecia, I am sorry if signals were crossed, but it would be wholly inappropriate for so many reasons…”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, please…” I said frantically, until she cut me off.
“Relax, Ms. Carmichael, these things happen. I am not offended, and you are not in trouble. It was just a misunderstanding, it’s Paris, we had wine… Let’s just get some sleep and get ready for a big day tomorrow,” she said calmly, as she stood up and sat her wine on the table. “Please trust me. It is not a big deal, and it will not affect your job in any way. Get a good night’s sleep. We have an exciting day tomorrow. Good night.”
Overwhelmed by the moment, all I could say was, “Good night.”
I laid there awake most of the night, afraid I blew my whole career to pieces in one stupid moment of weakness. If it was not a big deal why did she call me Ms. Carmichael?
The next morning in typical Cynthia fashion, she acted as if nothing had happened and I followed her lead. We had early morning sessions at the spa to have our hair done. Mine was a classic straight hanging cut, but they worked magic to put some body and fullness to it and my dark hair shimmered like I had never seen.
Cynthia’s was a combination of a shag layered flowing hair style that framed her face perfectly and looked stunning from the back. I was afraid to comment for fear of making my situation worse. As we looked in the mirror in our robes at the spa, her comment relieved my anxiety a bit.
“Excellent work Filipe and Elaine, we are gonna turn some heads today.” She looked at me in the mirror and gave me a warm smile.
I struggled with my clothing choices for this trip. What do you wear for business meetings with fashion Icons and then a fashion show? I picked a sleeveless white dress with full shoulders and a low cut back that was open to just below my shoulder blades. The skirt was somewhat flared, and the hem was mid-thigh. It was risqué for me. I felt exposed with the combination of short and flared, but when in Paris risqué is the norm.
The top was form fitting with a V-neck exposing some cleavage and the fabric was a synthetic satin covered in white lace that extended just slightly below the hemline. I had a grey form-fitting suit jacket that gave it the professional look for business and could be removed for the fashion show.
Cynthia wore a nearly full length light blue form fitting dress with a slit up the left side that would allow full leg exposure if she wanted. It was a U-neck front that highlighted her breasts beautifully, with long sleeves .
My jaw dropped when she turned. The back was fully open forming a V shape dangerously close to her curvy ass. The arch of her back was possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen. There was a subtle valley up her spine that disappeared beneath her flowing blond hair mid-way up her back. Her entire back was exposed with the upper half hidden beneath her golden hair. I wanted to shift her hair aside and kiss every inch of her exposed skin.
Much to my dismay, she put on a matching jacket that covered her completely. She turned back and looked at me, giving me the once over.
“Beautiful Leasie, take off the jacket and let me have a look.” I took it off and she smiled, making a turning motion with her pointer finger. I turned a full 480 degrees, ending with my back to her. The air lifted the skirt up and out, terrifying me that I may have exposed myself to the world.
“Wow,” she said in a sultry voice.
I was confused and a little angry. Now she was calling me Leasie and flirting with me, it seemed.
When I turned to face her, she sighed and bit her bottom lip with a come-hither smirk.
“Excellent choice Ms. Carmichael, were going to close the deal today, I can feel it.” she said, looking me up and down.
I was angry with myself as I could feel my wetness just from the look she gave me.
She removed her jacket and looked at herself in the mirror. When she turned her back to me, I was speechless. Her perfect tan against the powder blue was amazing. The V cut lead my eyes to her perfect pear shaped ass. The dress tucked into her ass crack and clung to her cheeks, creating an inverted V shadow that looked like a reflection of the V shape of her exposed lower back. I wanted to slide my hand under the dress and feel the warm curve of her firm ass.
She seemed to be playing mind games with me; last night the cold shoulder and today, flirting blatantly. I put my jacket back on and did my best to ignore her. She put hers back on and with both hands slid her fingers under her hair in back and pulled it out from under the jacket, letting it flop back behind her.
We headed off to the Paris office for our morning meetings. The first was with execs from Yves Saint Laurent and Gucci parent, Kering SA. The meeting went quite well as Cynthia seemed to have them eating out of her hand. They had been in negotiations for some time and Cynthia was able to put the finishing touches on an agreement to manage retirement and pension accounts for the next 7 years. I like to think I helped clinch the deal. When they reached a sticking point that she was willing to compromise on, she engaged me off to the side with a whisper.
As instructed, I shook my head no, and then she lead me down a path to close the deal. “I don’t see how we could take this sort of risk, at these thin margins. What if we stipulate to that point but in exchange add three years to the deal to make it eight years in exchange for the additional risk.”
Their COO countered at six years.
“Giulio, you are relentless. You need to give us seven or I will have to follow my new associate’s advice and direct our efforts to others who understand the value we bring,” said Cynthia with calm confidence.
“Mr. Bottega, no one has delivered as consistently as we have over the past 15 years. Simply the best performing fund portfolio on the market. I can honestly say this is the most generous offer I have ever seen.” It was the only offer I have ever seen. “You drive a hard bargain, but it’s time to get this done so we can provide stability to your workforce, and let you focus on your passion. You cannot find a more consistent performer anywhere. Not to mention we have the largest percentage investment in western European assets of any global investment manager period. Great performance and invested in your global core markets, you’ve already won.”
He leaned back and smiled, and the deal was done.
After the meeting, I looked and Cynthia and gave a fist pump and a grin. Her expression got serious. “You were an excellent wing-woman, but you need to be very careful Ms. Carmichael. If he had questioned your experience of deals you’ve made it could have been a disaster. Not all men are swayed by entrancing brown eyes and a pretty smile. Nonetheless well done.”
“Thank you, your point is well made. I won’t take that risk again.” I said seriously.
“Risks are a part of success, Ms. Carmichael. We just need to understand the consequences and be prepared if things don’t work out as we plan. Your instincts are good. You have a knack for understanding what others want and giving it to them, even if they don’t fully know they want it. That is a trait that can serve you well.” she smiled as she looked into my eyes.
I turned away and her words processed in my head. Was she talking about the meeting or us? “Thank You Cynthia. Coming from you, those words mean a lot.” I just wished I knew exactly what she meant.
“LVMH will be tougher. They have been unrealistic on expectations for fees and have been arrogant enough to suggest they should have some control of where our funds are invested. That will never happen. I suspect they are simply using us to drive a better deal with their current asset managers,” she said, perplexed. “But regardless of the outcome this was a major win this morning. Come to my office and let’s review the strategy.”
As we prepared, the scent of her perfume started the slide show in my head again. I did manage to push it out as we reviewed the strategy and I could shift my attention to the numbers.
LVMH is the parent company of Louis Vuitton and Christian Dior with over 45 billion in assets under management. If it were landed today, it would without a doubt be the biggest day in company history. However, there was a long way to go in this negotiation, it could be months if not years.
Later, as the meeting progressed, their demeanor became much more hostile and it appeared things were going to deteriorate. The VP of HR of all people made a comment that sounded very sexist and condescending. Cynthia’s face reddened and her anger was apparent. I stood up and cut in as she searched for words.
“Misogynistic egos aside, we are in fundamental agreement on ninety percent of the issues. Why don’t we take ten minutes and everyone can collect their thoughts, and begin again after a short break.”
The sexist HR leader looked shocked at first, but took a breath and nodded in agreement. I pulled Cynthia out of the room and presented her with an idea.
“They have unrealistic expectations on our fees, and there is no room to move… but what if we considered a stepped-up fee. If we give them the fee they are asking on the first 7% of return, but double our fee on everything after that. We’ve averaged 15% or higher for 17 consecutive years and not less than 10% in 35 years. The math would actually work in our favor if they accept. What do you think?” I asked tentatively.
She thought for a moment, “Actually not bad. I’m not sure I can live with the precedent this would set and the risk with a prolonged downturn would be high.”
“You managed through the crash of 2008 and would have come out ahead through that.” I said with a grin.
“Ok but 5% not seven. Your idea you sell it. If you can convince François, the account is yours.” she said, smiling. “Are you ready?
“You bet that gorgeous ass, I am,” I said without thinking. The picture of the magic diamond popped in my head.
Fighting the urge to apologize for crossing the line again, I walked back to the conference room. When the meeting reconvened, Cynthia wasted no time introducing me.
“Gentleman, against my better judgement, Ms. Carmichael has convinced me to move on the fee, and offered a new approach to the issue. I will allow her to explain. She is my right hand and I will tell you if we reach agreement, she will personal manage your account. She is the brightest and best portfolio manager I have ever seen.” she said, sitting down and yielding the floor.
I removed my jacket and looked at the letch with the attitude. I knew immediately his hormones were going to get the better of him. I presented the concept and with some negotiation we settled at 6% for threshold for the fee adjustment but could not quite close. They needed to review the proposal internally and we agreed to meet again on Wednesday in their offices. That sounded to me like we would be closing for sure.
At the end of the meeting, Cynthia took me into her office and closed the door. “We got em! Congratulations Ms. Carmichael, you’ve got yourself $48 Billion to manage. I gotta tell you, I looked at your fund models and the parameters you used for investment ***********ion and I am truly impressed. I have analysts with twenty years on the job that don’t have your instincts. I meant what I told them. You are the brightest and best I’ve ever seen. I’ll want you to handle Wednesday’s meeting, with my assistance preparing of course.
“I need to go talk to HR about your new title and salary. So, you can collect your thoughts on closing, and I will be back soon.” I stood up as she walked toward the door. She stopped and looked back. “You nailed it, Leasie… Damn that dress looks good.”
She spoke with someone outside and walked off. An office assistant, apparently. He stepped in and said, “Ms. Liebert asked me to have lunch brought in for you. Would you like Gruyère Cheese Soufflé, Cheddar and onion quiche, or…”
“Cheese Soufflé please,” I smiled.
“Great thanks,” he said with a bit of an eye roll.
I stepped toward him with my hand extended. “I’m Alecia, what’s your name?”
“Stephon,” he replied.
“What do you do here Stephon?”
“I am the General Manager of European Operations.”
“Oh! it’s a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for taking care of us so personally. I am honored.” I said, giving him a piercing eye stare.
His grip softened and his smile widened, “My pleasure Mademoiselle.” he said, walking out.
About an hour passed before Cynthia returned, and I had the makings of a good outline for the meeting Wednesday. When she walked in, she removed her jacket and took a seat across the desk from me.
“It’s a bit warm in here don’t you think?” she asked, pulling the U neck of her dress out from her chest.
“It is,” I said, removing my jacket.
Just then, a young lady poked her head through the door and said, “Ms. Liebert, your lunches are in the conference room.”
The meals were laid out on opposite sides of the conference table with wine already poured, it looked like a fine restaurant place setting. As we ate, she slid a packet of paper across the table to me.
“I wanted you to see the package I have prepared for your new role. Your title will be Director of Global Accounts. The base salary will be $685,000 dollars and based upon the projections for LVMH, if it all goes well you could hit bonuses and incentives of up $4.6 million in year one. In twelve months, you will be eligible for a Senior Director position and which brings a 20% increase. Does this sound acceptable Ms. Carmichael?”
My heart was beating a hundred beats a minute. I wanted to play it cool though, so I picked up the paper and pretended to study it. After a moment, I looked up and her whole face was lit up with a smile. Her blue eyes drew my gaze.
“It certainly is a generous offer. Give me a few moments.” I said, looking back at it.
“Take your time. I am going to eat. I am famished.” she said, digging in.
I did read over the proposal and was in awe of what was happening. I thought, I should negotiate something, but there were perks like access to private jets and limo service. I really couldn’t bring myself to ask for more.
“Cynthia… Thank you,” I said, looking at her earnestly. “My head tells me I should negotiate something more, but honestly… This offer is mind boggling and more than generous. Thank you. I accept, and I promise I will give you my all. You won’t regret this.”
“I know I won’t. How bout this? I will throw in lunch. Please eat!” she said, pointing at my plate.
I was ravenous and had to constrain myself from wolfing it down. After the meal she began to speak, and once again my heart pounded.
“Alecia, I know I won’t regret the promotion, but there is something else I would like to discuss, and I hope I won’t regret this decision either.” she said in a calm and deliberate tone that contradicted her body as she shuffled in her seat and looked at me nervously.”
I perked up and sat up straight, “OK what is it?” I asked nervously.
She took a deep breath, “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss…”
“Oh damn, I’m so sorry, Pl…”
“No, no, no, please listen to me for a minute.” she interrupted and paused for a long, uncomfortable moment. “I liked it, I wanted it, and it scared me how much it affected me.”
I leaned back in my chair and felt a tingling sensation through my whole body. I began to tremble and wanted to speak but words escaped me.
“If you would please let me get this out, I need to get this off my chest,” she said, taking another deep breath causing her breasts to push against the powder blue dress. “I have never been attracted to a woman in this way…” I popped my eyes wide and shook my head indicating it was mutual, and she smiled in relief. “Friday in the Hampton’s shook me to my foundation. My behavior in the hot tub was completely out of character.”
“Mr. Happy!” I said excitedly. “Mmmmm.”
“And last night, that kiss… Nothing like that ever happened to me before”
“I know, I’m still in awe,” I said softly, lost in thought.
I want her so bad… But you could ruin everything! I told myself. You have to stop this; it can’t end well…
“There are so many reasons not to pursue this, but I just can’t stop thinking about you.” She paused. “There is only one way this could happen, and it is a risk. I have to protect myself and the company, being your superior. We have a mutual consent to a personal relationship form that protects the company and us in the event the relationship ends.”
My mind latched onto that thought and I began to nod.
“You need to be sure Leasie. Once we sign it HR will know, and eyes will be on us.” she said, looking longingly at me.
When she called me Leasie, my heart fluttered like a love sick teen. Her eyes obliterated any shred of common sense that remained.
“I want to, yes! Let’s do it, please!” I said, with way too much excitement.
I was panting and biting my lip as my wetness grew. I held out my hand and showed her how I was trembling. She did the same.
“Are you sure Ms. Carmichael?” I nodded. “Have you ever made love to a woman before?” I shook my head. “Neither have I, so we want to explore things together?” The heat between my legs was like nothing I could recall. I nodded emphatically. “I can have the form here in 5 minutes, do you want me to make the call?” she said, looking at me hungrily.
“Yes!” was all I could get out. My panties clung to my wetness.
I wanted to peel that dress off her and take her on the conference table, but the conference room walls were clear glass on the upper half, giving full view to everyone outside. She dialed the conference speaker phone. “Madelaine speaking.”
“Hello, Madelaine, this is Cynthia, I am going to need a personal relationship mutual consent form brought to the main conference room, right away. Please have if filled out with my name and Ms. Carmichael’s please,” she said, without breaking eye contact.
I swallowed, my mouth dry with excitement. A few moments later Madelaine arrived with the documents. She entered, sat next to me and placed the documents on the table. Then she pushed a button on a control panel in the table and the blinds went down, blocking any view in or out.
Madelaine broke the ice, “Hello Alecia, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Let me start by saying you are in France, the country of romance. These situations are embraced here without the judgement it seems to carry in The United States. Congratulations on finding love. It is a special thing when it happens.” I wanted to jump in when she said love, but kept quiet. “First, I want you to look me in the eye.”
I did as she asked. “Now, Alecia, are you signing this of your own free will without pressure or influence, or fear for your job?”
“Yes, no pressure at all,” I replied honestly.
She looked at Cynthia. “Same question Cynthia, are you signing this without duress of any kind?”
“Yes, I am,” she said, as her foot touched my right shin and slowly caressed her way up toward my inner thigh.
I nearly jumped out of my seat and was happy to see Madelaine was looking at Cynthia and did not seem to notice. As she continued, I mindlessly spread my legs, giving her access.
Madelaine slid a copy to each of us, “Read these over, initial each page and sign at the end.”
As I began to read the first page her foot pressed against my wetness causing me to moan slightly.
“Uh, Mmm,” I sighed trying to make it sound like I was agreeing. I nodded for effect and initialed the first page, flipping to next as she pressed more firmly, I nearly spread wide enough to hit Madelaine under the table.
Cynthia began to apply full pressure to my soaked pussy forcing the side of her foot between my labia. I took a quick deep breath through my nose and looked intently at the page, pressing myself against her firm warm foot, wanting her inside me. I initialed the next page and took a quick look with a forced smile toward Madelaine.
“I did not recall Paris being so humid,” said Cynthia casually, wiggling the side of her foot as she moved it up and down, causing my labia to saddle the side of her foot through the panties. “It’s flat out sticky in here,” she grinned.
“Yes, it is,” I blurted and gasped in a quick breath. I initialed the next page and signed at the bottom of the last page. “Th-this all seeeems!” she slid down and began to wiggle her toes working them in, through my panties. “straight forward so far.” I said, trying to sound normal and wanting her to make me cum at the same time.
I signed and slid it quickly to Madelaine. “There you go.” I said, as I gripped my chair and pushed myself against Cynthia’s toes.
“Great, now you need to switch out so we have two signed copies.” said Madelaine
I did it in record time, handed it back to Madelaine and looked at Cynthia as she grinned and seemed to be taking her time with the papers. At the same time, she picked up the pace of her toe wiggles.
I cleared my throat and looked at the clock, “We have the video conference scheduled in 15 minutes Ms. Liebert.” I said quickly.
“That’s correct. Thank you Madelaine, that will be all. We need a few moments to prepare for the meeting with the board.”
“Shall I open the blinds?” She asked.
Cynthia replied, “That won’t be necessary, we need to prep without being disturbed. Thank you.”
When she exited, Cynthia looked at me with the hungriest look I have ever seen. And began to work magic with her big toe. I was appalled by my behavior and turned on like never before all at once. She had the ability to make me lose all control with just a look. She was making love to me with her eyes.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh,” I spread my legs wide and pushed her into me.
“Oh fuck Ms. Carmichael, I am soaking wet right now,” she snarled through gritted teeth. “I want to taste that sweet little pussy of yours so bad…”
“Uuhhhhhhhhh,” I grunted, gyrating my hips.
My panties were soaked as I ground myself against her. I picked my ass up off the chair and pulled my skirt up so I wouldn’t soak through it. We had to leave in an hour for the fashion show.
“You are such a horny little slut, your gonna soak through your dress, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, yes, Cynthia, you make me so wet.” I said, trying to work a foot up the slit of her dress to reciprocate, oblivious that she just called me a slut.
“Sorry Ms. Carmichael, but this tunnel is temporarily closed for repair; we only have one serviceable tunnel today, and I can tell you I am going to service the hell out of it tonight.” she said sternly. “I want to set that pretty little ass of yours on this table and suck that tight little pussy till you cum like the screaming little slut that you are.”
“Oh, please yes,” I almost yelled, humping her toe. In my mind I cursed “Aunt Scarlet” for another untimely visit.
“Sorry Ms. Carmichael, but your horny little cunt would splash cum all over my face, hair, and dress. You’re a little tease, and you’re gonna make me wait all fucking night to taste that little slut hole. Meanwhile while you sit there, fuck my foot and get yourself off right now.” she said, with a look of disbelief.
I was completely delirious. If a boyfriend ever thought about talking to my like that I would have done a Lorena Bobbitt on him. Coming from her it just made me lose more control. She was right, I was gonna fuck her foot and cum like an animal.
Suddenly a knock at the door scared the hell out of me. She quickly pushed down on the chair with her heel, keeping her toe against my steaming pussy and shook her head telling me not to back up.
“Come in,” she yelled calmly while the look of terror on my face only made her smile.
I was extremely grateful the chairs had solid backs and sides, as I twisted the chair slightly to face away from the door. At the same time, she brought up her left foot and like a chimpanzee managed to grip the waistband of my panties with her toes and turned my chair back straight in one quick motion. A middle-aged gentleman in a too tight European style suit stepped in and I waved without turning toward him.
“Hello Ms. Liebert, we have a problem with the video system in New York so it will just be a teleconference this afternoon.”
As he spoke, she began to tug and pull down my panties. I could not figure out how she was maneuvering under the table but she managed to get them started down my hips. I pressed my chair tightly against the table to prevent him from seeing my naked ass. The danger of getting caught only made me want her more. What was wrong with me!
“That’s too bad Raphael. When do you think it will be up running?” she tugged on my panties.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me and gave a subtle head bob, signaling her displeasure with my lack of cooperation. So, I subtly tried to shift weight to my elbows, brought my knees together and raised my ass off the chair just enough for her to slip them off and down to my thighs.
“…end of the day,” I heard as I became aware, he was still in the room.
“Thank you, Raphael, I know the team will get it done.” she said calmly as she whisked the panties to my ankles. I heard the door close. “Damn Ms. Carmichael, if I did not have my little problem, I would quite like to have you on your knees under this table servicing my pussy, while I had the call.
“I have to confess, Ms. Carmichael, your bathroom door was open that Saturday morning and I watched you make yourself cum twice, talking about eating my pussy. It was all I could do not to go in there and let you live out your fantasy.”
She whisked the panties off my feet and seconds later brought them above the table in her right hand as her foot slid up between my closed thighs. I slowly opened them wanting her to touch me again, wanting any part of her inside me, wishing I could crawl under the table and taste her sweet cum.
“You have soiled your panties, Ms. Carmichael.” she raised the panties to her nose, took a deep slow breath and pressed them against her face. Her eyes closed and she hummed, “Mmmmmhhhhhh.”
Then she spread the panties out and positioned the wet crotch toward her mouth, shoved them in and sucked my juices off them. “Oh, mu oodness,” she mumbled with her eyes closed. “I can’t wait to get my tongue in there Ms. Carmichael that slutty little pussy is gonna taste so sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hornier little slut Ms. Carmichael!” she said, sliding her toe up my slit and pushing it into me.
“Aaaaahhhhh please fuck me!” I screeched.
“You like my fucking foot Ms. Carmichael?”
“Oh fuck, yes!” I said, humping her.
“You jacked off twice in the shower and then wacked off staring at my ass on the patio, didn’t you, slut?”
“Yes! I want to suck your pussy Cynthia, Oh God, I want you so bad.” I whined.
I ground my clit against her like a horny dog.
“You’re my horny little slut aren’t you Ms. Carmichael?” she panted.
“Yes, I’m your horny little slut, Oh God I’m gonna cum!” I yelled too loudly.
“I was outside the door on the airplane when you rubbed yourself off thinking about me, Ms. Carmichael, and now you’re fucking my foot like a bitch in heat. What does that make you Ms. Carmichael?”
I slid to the very edge of the seat gyrating wildly, “Your horny little slut, Oh God I’m cumming. A, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a.” I grunted with my head thrown back as I spasmed uncontrollably. “I want you so much Cynthia. Ohhhhh, aaaahhhhh, you turn me on so much.” I panted as my orgasm subsided.
“Oh Ms. Carmichael, I think this is going to be the beginning of a very special relationship. But you are such a tease. You know I’m out of commission and now you’ve got me all wet thinking about that hot little tongue working it’s magic. When you put it in my mouth last night it took every ounce of control to stop.” she pressed the ball of her foot against me, rubbing my cum against my exposed pussy. “I don’t want to stop anymore. I want to make love to you. I want to explore every inch of you. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I want you Ms. Carmichael and I shall have you tonight.”
I was once again rubbing myself on her foot as her words consumed me.
“You must contain yourself; we have a call in two minutes,” she said, smiling. I caught my breath as she looked at me with her beautiful hungry eyes. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Ms. Carmichael.”
The way she said Ms. Carmichael made my heart flutter. “I would very much like it if you would drop to your knees and show me the wonders of that tongue. Clean your cum off my foot, Ms. Carmichael, with the vigor you would use on my wet pussy please.”
Without thought I slid off the chair and dropped onto the floor, sitting on my heels. I gripped the heel of her foot and took her big toe into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. The taste of my cum washed away the shame and disgust of sucking on a toe.
“Ms. Carmichael… Oh,” she squealed as I brushed my tongue along the underside of her toes and then licked my cum of the ball of her foot, tongue pressed firmly flat against it. “You do go all out in everything you do, don’t you?”
The fact that it pleased her excited me more. Suddenly the conference phone rang, and I released her foot. She shoved it back at me. “Make sure you get it all. I promise you I won’t waste a drop of you tonight Ms. Carmichael. Your sweet nectar is too precious to let any get away.”
I took hold of her foot and began thrusting my tongue between each pair of toes. “Hello…” she said with a high pitch as my tongue pushed in. “…Phillip, I have some good news. Ms. Carmichael and I had a very successful morning. I will give you a quick rundown and then you can give the regional updates. We will be pressed for time as we have customer engagements this afternoon.” I sucked each toe swirling my tongue to get every bit of my juices. “Very good…n-news in deed!”
“Fill us in Cynthia,” I could hear his eager response even from under the table.
She pulled her foot back, “Thank you Ms. Carmichael, thorough job as usual.” I popped up to see her unmuting the phone. “As anticipated, we did close the deal with Kering and with Ms. Carmichael’s assistance, we agreed to a full seven years,” she said, smiling at me with a flirtatious grin.
“Excellent work Cynthia,” he replied along with several other voices. “How was LVMH?”
She gave me the come-hither finger motion and tapped the chair next to her. I stood up, straightened my skirt and walked around the table.
“Well, it seemed like they were using us again to leverage a better deal with Vanguard and the discussion went south quickly. They were trying to squeeze margins beyond reason again…”
When I reached for the chair, she gripped my right hand with her left and shoved the chair away, pulling me next to her with the back of my thighs against the table.
“As we anticipated, but a successful day none the less. Nice work Cynthia, and thank you Ms. Carmichael for the added years. What did you have to give Kering in exchange?” asked Phillip Stevens, Chairman of the board.
Cynthia looked at me and nodded her head toward the phone, indicating I should reply. As I began to speak, her fingers gently caressed up my inner thigh.
“We were simply able to present our value proposition and they came around.” I said a little nervously.
Her hand slid between my thighs as her fingertips caressed my ass, sending chills up my spine. She looked up at me with a sexy smile.
“Nice work! So, Cynthia, what can we do to change the dynamic with LVMH?” he asked, a bit frustrated.
“We already have Phillip. We have more to report. Quite honestly Ms. Carmichael, pulled my ass out of the fire today. (She gave my bare ass a squeeze.) She helped me think differently about our fee structure and presented a solution that gave them what they wanted and, if we perform, will generate more revenue than our original offer. It was a very sticky situation and Ms. Carmichael cleanded up the mess completely,” she said, running her tongue between her lips.
She went on to tell them the details as her fingers traced from my right cheek to my left and back down my left inner thigh and back around again.
There was some shock and many questions about her decision to give me the account responsibility. But she shot them down quickly and sternly. As her fingers continued to caress and explore, she circled closer and closer to my vagina with each pass.
“She has proved to me that her financial markets prowess surpasses her ability to get to the heart of the clients desires and come up with a means of satisfying them. I have full confidence that she will meet and exceed your expectations. We meet with them on Wednesday, Ms. Carmichael will be running the meeting and we plan to close the deal before lunch. Any other questions?” she asked daring them to ask.
As she finished speaking her fingers gently traced down my ass and ever so slightly tickled my labia before caressing my thigh.
“It seems not,” said Philip after a brief silence. “Congratulations Ms. Carmichael. Your career trajectory is on a track to outpace all of us including that of Cynthia Liebert.”
I looked Cynthia in the eye and replied. “Thank you all for the opportunity to serve. I promise I will do whatever it takes to meet the client’s needs and deliver complete satisfaction to the shareholders.”
Cynthia bit her lower lip and mouthed the word “Tease” before she spoke, “Thanks everyone, I will be muting the phone but listening to the market and finance reviews. I will be releasing Ms. Carmichael to focus on more pressing matters.” she said, pressing her fingers into the crease of my thigh and outer labia.
She stood up and muted the phone, before moving dangerously close. Her breath tickled my chin as our lips nearly touched. “I’ve been thinking about that kiss, I felt it through my whole body…” I parted my lips and moved toward her mouth, needing to feel if it was really as intense as I remembered, but she pulled back. “Not so fast Ms. Carmichael,” she said tauntingly.
I whimpered like a suckling puppy in disappointment as she arched her back, pulling those fiery red lips away and pressing her pelvis against mine. Her hands gripped my buns, pressing my skirt against my bare cheeks.
“I want you to understand something before we go any further,” her left hand moved to my right cheek. She slid behind my dangling hair, pushed it out of the way and exposed my neck.
She leaned toward me, tilting her head. I eagerly tilted my head to the left, giving her access. When her lips gently teased my neck, it sent shockwaves through my body. I gasped and moaned, oblivious to the myriad of people outside the conference room. The voices on the teleconference were incomprehensible white noise.
My hands gripped the edge of the table for support and my legs suddenly felt wobbly. Her breath on my neck sent a wave of warm wetness through me, causing me to moan her name in a shaky broken voice, “O, o, oh Cynthia.”
“Your skin is like silk,” She gently kissed my neck. “You smell like heaven,” She kissed repeatedly, breathing in my scent. “You have awoken desires in me Ms. Carmichael.” I whimpered and threw my arms around her. “If I kiss you again, I may not be able to stop myself…”
“Oh God that kiss…” I panted and squeezed her tightly.
She pulled me away from the table enough to work her hands under my skirt, caressing my ass with both hands. “I love touching you Leasie.” she sighed heavily, her hot breath on my neck.
“Oh God yes, I want to make love you Cynthia! Please kiss me again.”
“Leasie, I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I want to explore every inch of you…”
“Yes, please…”
She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. Her lips trembled as she leaned in, my eyes closed and our lips met, melting together as her perfume electrified me further. Her tongue pressed slowly in as mine penetrated her mouth. My deepest fantasies were realized as she moaned her pleasure. The kiss and its effects were real confirming my worst fears, I had no self control where Cynthia Liebert was concerned.
In that moment it hit me. On this day, I had just confirmed I would not only be a millionaire by thirty but by twenty-five. The dream I have pursued relentlessly since age ten was coming true, beyond even my imagination, but the only thing that really mattered in this moment was pleasing Ms. Cynthia Liebert, and surrendering to the uncontrollable desires she brought out in me.
As she kissed me deeply, I felt all inhibition melt away. After several minutes, she broke away, “Ms. Carmichael, I am going to make love to you tonight and pleasure you until you beg me to stop.”
She thrust her tongue back in my mouth and I trembled and nodded, soaking wet again. Her effect on me was terrifying.
Her left hand remained on my naked ass, while her right hand caressed its way around my hips and to my inner thigh dangerously close to my engorged labia. Next, she broke the kiss and gently pressed her right cheek to mine. Leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“I want to do many things to you Ms. Carmichael. Touching you makes me lose myself. Kissing you is beyond words. I want all of you Ms. Carmichael…”
“I love what you do to me Cynthia,” I said softly.
Her caress and warm breath were like sweet surrender. “Please,” I whispered and hugged her tighter.
“You feel amazing,” she said, both hands caressing beneath my skirt. “I want you to let me keep your panties today, so I can imagine your bare skin begging for my touch, knowing that I can have access to you when I need it. You and I will know where my thoughts are all afternoon…”
I trembled uncontrollably, spread my legs a little wider and her fingers moved to my other thigh. “Oh yes, you turn me on so much. I’m so wet for you Cynthia.”
She exhaled long and deep, “I want you to know when we’re at dinner with the team and the customer, my thoughts will be about that sweet little naked pussy calling for my tongue and how much I want to crawl under that table and make you cum like a screaming little slut in front of everyone”
“Oh God,” I panted shivering with uncontrolled lust.
“Is that a yes, Ms. Carmichael?” she asked, breathing deeply.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I squawked.
“And when we get back to the room, you will come to my bed chambers and let my tongue have its way with you as many times as I choose?”
“Yes!” I panted, pulling her tighter.
“Can I kiss you again Ms. Carmichael to remind you what it feels like to have my tongue inside you?”
“Yes! Please!” I gasped.
“One more thing Ms. Carmichael, know that you are the first and only woman I have ever kissed, and tonight you will be the first pussy to receive my tongue, I will be thinking about it all day…”
She kissed me again and as our tongues danced, her fingers met my steaming pussy. My legs spread and I pressed my pelvis forward. She pulled back, “Easy Ms. Carmichael, you must not soil our dresses.” she dropped her hands to her sides. My eyes begged for her fingers to return. “If you would please pull up that skirt and set that pretty naked ass on the table, I would very much like to pleasure you! This way, when you cum for me again, there will be no embarrassing little slut stains on either of us.” She stepped back.
She reached forward, gripped the hem of my dress on the sides and pulled it up. Suddenly the absurdity of it all hit me, hiking my skirt in the office. I was about to push my dress back down when I saw her blue eyes locked onto my exposed pussy, “I want you Ms. Carmichael”
I hopped onto the edge of the table legs together and landed hard enough to hear my ass slap onto the table top.
She stepped beside me on the right and pressed two fingers against my chin turning my head to look at her. Those blue eyes melted me, and my mouth opened willingly as she came in for another kiss. She kissed me long and deep and I kissed her back feverishly. Her left hand wrapped around my lower back stabilize me and her right rested on my knees squeezing them together slightly.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, “Can I please feel that wet little pussy again Ms. Carmichael?”
I shoved my tongue in her mouth, nodded and spread my legs wide. I could feel my swollen labia separate as the rush of air hit them. Her right hand started, at the knee and my eyes closed as her sticky finger tips traced up my inner thigh. Again, I whimpered slightly as she approached.
“You are such a terrible tease. You know my condition, and you continue to offer yourself to me for your own pleasure”. I pushed myself toward her wanting her back inside me but she moved her hand to the other knee and worked down that thigh. “Tell me what you want slut!” She barked as she approached my gaping pussy.
“I want you inside me Cynthia,” I squeaked, and moved toward her taunting fingers.
“Whenever we are intimate, I want you to call me Ms. Cynthia, do you understand?” she asked in a soothing tone.
“Yes Ms. Cynthia,”
“That is good sweetie, now tell me what you want.” she asked in that voice again.
“I want you to finger me, Ms. Cynthia,” I breathed heavily, ground myself against her in need of her cruel little fingers.
“Open your eyes and look at me please,” said the soothing voice. “And tell me like you mean it.” Her fingers traced the seam of my crotch and inner thigh.
I looked longingly at her intense blue eyes. “I want you to finger fuck me Ms. Cynthia. Please make me cum.” I was breathing like we finished the beach run. The image of her jogging shorts took my thoughts. I can’ t stop thinking about you. Please fuck me Ms. Cynthia! I need your fingers in my pussy please.”
“Please who?” she asked calmly.
“Please Ms. Cynthia! I need you to finger fuck me!”
“Very good!” she said, sliding her hand upward dragging her middle finger up my crack and sliding it to me.
“Oh, yeeeesss please, Auh,” I grunted gripping the table.
“Quiet for just one second Ms. Carmichael, I have a little business to conduct.”
She removed her hand from my back and I nearly fell back as she thrusted two fingers in and out.
“Auh! Auh! Auh!” I groaned in rhythm.
“Shhhh,” she said, softly with her finger to her lips, pumping me faster and unmuting the phone. “Thank you, gentleman, for the good news. Please send Ms. Carmichael and I the full report, we would like to probe into the details.” She thrust in hard and deep. “With Ms. Carmichael’s love of numbers, I’m sure she will find it quite stimulating!” She pressed her thumb against my clit and wiggled as she continued to work her fingers in deep.
“Yes, I will!” I said emphatically.
She smiled, disconnected the call and turned to me, supporting my back again, and began tickling my ear with the tip of her tongue. I writhed and closed my eyes feeling her warm stiff fingers inside me.
“Oh Ms. Cynthia, you make me feel so good. Please don’t stop!” I begged.
Her tongue left my ear, “I’m only just beginning Ms. Carmichael. I shall have my way with you tonight. Look at you Slut, you’re getting your cum all over the table!”
Her fingers continued to work in and out as her thumb wiggled on my clit. My legs spread wider and I leaned back, head toward the ceiling, and howled in ecstasy.
“Damn Slut that little clit gets hard.” She picked up the pace.
“Oh God Ms. Cynthia, you’re making me cum. Auh! Auh! Auh!” I grunted.
She leaned in and whispered, “That’s so hot how you spread your slutty little legs for me. You are so warm and wet. I want to feel you cum for me Slut”
Her thumb worked my clit mercilessly and the orgasm hit hard, “Oh fuuuuuck meeeeee Ms. Cynthhhhhiiiiiaaaa, Auuuuhhhhhh…”
“Shhhhhhhh, getting loud Slut…” She said as she brought her left arm around my upper back and pushed my head toward her.
Then she pressed her mouth to mine forcing her tongue in deep. I sucked on to her tongue whined and moaned into her mouth as she nodded her approval. My hips spasmed with a powerful orgasm that did not want to end. Here thumb kept working my clit and the feel of her fingers inside me was relentless. I tried to pull away and she held me tighter.
My body spasmed uncontrollably as I screamed into her mouth trying to get away. My clit sent waves of overwhelming pleasure through my body. Her head shook letting me know she was not done, as she muffled my screams with her mouth.
Finally, the orgasm subsided as she kissed me deeply. Her thumb relented and her fingers probed slowly and steadily until she pulled out. I whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, panted and tried to regain my composure.
No one ever had ever come close to making me lose control like that. It was complete satisfaction and complete terror all in one. She broke the kiss and looked at me.
“Ms. Carmichael, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I am going to be revved up for days! I am seriously considering, skipping the show and dinner and taking you to my bed.” she panted.
I was still trembling, barely able to think, as I looked in her eyes. “Ohhhhh God…” I said with a huge exhale.
It became apparent I was sitting in a puddle, so I pushed myself off the table and stood up, happy to see my legs could still function. As I straightened my skirt, I saw her eyeing the table.
“Damn Ms. Carmichael, I think you’re turning me into a horny little slut also,” she bent down toward the table and dropped to her knee.
She extended her tongue and began to lap up my cum off the table. She sighed as she cleaned it all up. Then she stood up and gave me another probing kiss, allowing me to get a taste. I eagerly swirled my tongue savoring the flavor.
She released me. “Ms. Carmichael you take direction well. I see a very warm and bright future here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean myself up. I have never been so wet in my life. There are some cleansers in the cabinet, there is a table and chair that could use a little work. I think you may need a little touch up as well,” she smiled and walked toward the door. She spun my panties around her pointer finger. “Remember, these are mine now and I will be thinking about what’s under that skirt all evening.”
I stood there stunned as she closed the door behind her…
To be continued…
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