We had been flirting with each other for weeks. For my part, I was always careful to make it just innocent enough that anyone stumbling upon our emails or observing us in public would not suspect anything. After all, we both had girlfriends. My relationship was flagging, however. The honeymoon was over, in a big way. We were really not what you could call lovers at this point, more like really good buddies. And roommates. We slept together, but there was very little sex, and no passion. And I was hungry. Very hungry. As for Erika, I think she was just intrigued to be flirted with by someone whom she saw as a player. Most people I know would not mind attention being lavished on them, Erika being no exception. And I was very free with the compliments too, letting her know, or at least have an inkling, that I found her to be very attractive. And so I made a big show of asking her to join me at an after-hours affair I was to attend. It would be a business-related event, so it was innocent enough that she and I might go together, without our partners.
On the night of the party, I met Erika at my office. I had taken great pains to pick an outfit that would strike just the right chord. I had gone back and forth; silk shirt? Black tee shirt? A suit? It had to be smart and professional, yet sexy. As I was working out in the pool one beautiful sultry afternoon, it came to me. I had lost a few pounds recently, and thought I might go with a skirt. It would shock everyone, accustomed as they were to seeing me in butchier attire, but I had Erika pegged as the kind who appreciated another woman in femme. And oh, how I wanted her to appreciate me. Toward the back of the closet, there they were, the skirts I had worn back when I worked at the law firm. I chose a tan skirt, very form-fitting and just the right length. Not short enough to be obvious, but it showed a good deal of my long legs, and would show more if I sat down. Or if I wanted it to.
At ten minutes past six, there came a light knock at my office door. I was just finishing up a phone call, but I was able to reach out and open the door without leaving the phone.
And there it was... I will tell you how she looked in a minute, but first I have to tell you about her reaction to my ensemble. She smiled a hello to me, and then I watched as her eyes traveled down to my silk blouse, unbuttoned to show just a little and suggest more.
Down her eyes went, to the pencil skirt and tanned legs below. The look on her face was worth all the effort I had gone to in making this evening happen. I turned back to my desk, knowing full well that she was checking out my ass, which made all those hours at the gym worthwhile. I quickly dispatched the caller, and turned to face Erika. She was dressed in a crisp man-tailored shirt and low-waist trousers with a large belt buckle, and her cropped blond hair was done in a spiky style. I could have eaten her up right then.
That belt buckle was crying out for me to undo it. "You look fabulous," I said. "Why, thank you ma'am," she replied in a cowboy drawl, adding with approval, "You are working it as well, I must say." I stood to give her a hug, holding her at the waist in an embrace decidedly more intimate than your standard hello hug. Did I hear a catch in her breath as I pressed my hips against hers? I leaned back and said, "Thanks for agreeing to come with me tonight. I hope you are not disappointed." If she noticed that I had not let her go, she did not let on in the slightest, saying, "How could I be disappointed? I'll be with you!" I pretended to brush a bit of something from her shoulder, giving me another moment of physical closeness with her. When my gaze returned from the imaginary piece of lint, she was staring directly into my eyes, and it was my turn to blush and cast my eyes down. Just for a moment though, after which I met her gaze, and would have kissed her right then, except something told me to wait. And so wait I did.
It took me but a moment to gather my things, throw on my jacket, turn off the computer and the lights, and we were off. As we exited the building, Erika held the door for me, and I felt her hand at my back as I passed through. Oh, yeah, baby, I thought smugly to myself. I had asked her to drive, thinking she might like to play that role for the evening.
We chatted briefly in the car, and I was sure I noticed her checking out my legs as we drove. I shifted in my seat, allowing the fabric to slip up my thigh ever so slightly. I was craving her hands, but her eyes would have to do for now....
We arrived at the hotel and entered the ballroom, where we encountered dozens of people, many of whom I knew. I introduced her to several people, and then suggested I go off in search of a drink. As I walked from her, I caught a glimpse of her through the mirror over the bar. Yes, she was discreet, but she was watching me, and so I tried to do my sexiest walk. Having secured drinks for us, I returned to find her chatting with a man I know very well. He saw me and began gushing about my outfit, saying to Erika, "What a hottie she is, don't you think?" For her part, Erika shot me a very sexy look, saying, "You got that right." And so it went, me getting hotter and hotter for her as the evening went on. After a glass of wine, we both began to loosen up. At one point, I caught her gazing at my mouth, and I took the opportunity to lick my lips, allowing my tongue to make the briefest of appearances. Later, I told her again how great she looked, while my hands pretended to adjust her clothes. I brushed against her hip bone, just above her belt, with my hand. I grabbed the collar of her French blue shirt, straightening it and then, in an impetuous move, unbuttoned another button on the shirt. This gave me the opportunity to brush my thumbs along her throat and chest. At that, she looked straight into my eyes, with an unmistakable come-hither look. The look had a touch of surprise, a tiny bit of question and mucho libido behind it. You know that look, don't you? The kind that sends a sensation throughout your body. I chose to return the gaze, but leave her wondering, and a little hot. I separated myself from her seamlessly and worked the room.
I did not want people to ask me later how come I hadn't said hi.
As things began to wind down, I looked and found Erika sitting at the bar, her eyes on me. I walked up and said, "Do you want to get out of here?" "What did you have in mind?" she asked. I had her right where I wanted her. I was in control, or so I thought.
"Maybe you could buy a lady a drink," I said, to which she coyly replied, "What if there are strings attached?" "Oh, honey," I said, "I can handle strings." We both laughed then, finishing our drinks, and I suggested we head out. As we stood, she brushed against me in a blatant attempt to make me gasp. It worked, and we were out the door.
Let me tell you, ladies, I almost came in the elevator. She pinned me against the wall as soon as the doors closed. While I stood, unaccustomed to helplessness but more than a little intrigued, she stared at my mouth with a look of conquest on her face. As she hesitated, I had the feeling I was about to be eaten alive. Slowly she moved in. I felt myself breathe in sharply, and then her mouth was on mine. Warm, soft, moist, hard, she made hot love to me with her mouth, and then it was gone. The dizzy look in my eyes as I gazed at her, unfocused and yet wildly turned on, caused something resembling a growl to emanate from her, and I was aware that her thumb was rubbing my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.
Just then the bell rang, indicating that the elevator doors were about to open. We quickly pulled ourselves together, and were standing side by side when the doors opened. In walked an older, but very hip-looking man, whose eyes immediately found my erect nipples and that faraway zombie look in my eyes. He smiled at us knowingly, and when he got off, he might as well have said, "Carry on." Erika took my hand and caressed it, kissing it and sucking on my fingers, creating crazy erotic tingles to break out throughout my body, and then we were on the street. It was a short walk to her car, whereupon she held my door open before getting into the driver's seat. We were both on fire now, but needed to get out of the city. She drove me back towards my office, her hand coming to rest on and drawing ever-widening circles around my knee. I made every attempt to breathe normally so that she would not crash the car, and then we were in the parking lot.
"Do you want to come in? I can get us a brandy," I said in what came out as a rather husky voice. She responded by getting out of the car with something of a flourish and meeting me on my side. Again she pinned me, this time against the side of the car. "Oh, Erika," I breathed in mocking tones, "You are so commanding." "Bitch," she laughed, adding "you didn't seem to mind it earlier." With that, she placed a hand on each of my thighs, making the fabric of my skirt rise as she moved her hands slowly up toward my waist. It was a very erotic sensation, being pushed up against the car by this cute dyke and having my skirt lifted to reveal the tops of my thighs. She placed her knee between my legs, inviting me to ride her, to grind myself into her. Vulnerable though I was, I took the opportunity to open her shirt, finding inside a front-close bra.
Excellent. I popped it open and her full breasts tumbled out. They were magnificent. I placed my hands on them, getting a feel for their weight and shape. Instantly her nipples hardened and the low moan came from her again. I leaned in, closing my warm, wet mouth around a perfect nipple. Sucking gently at first, I teased her, using my tongue and teeth to coax out more of those delicious, wicked moans as we ground into each other. We fell into a rhythm in the dark lot, our voices registering our increasing lust. Suddenly she stopped, knelt on the ground and reached up to remove the satiny black item that was the only thing between me and the night air under my skirt. I scarcely had time to step out of them before she was burying her face in me. It was all I could do to remain standing as she delved into me, making me grasp the ski racks on top of the car for dear life. She tickled me with her tongue, kissing and licking as I thrashed uncontrollably back and forth.
I felt as though I was chained to the car, helpless to do anything but allow this gorgeous butch to take me.
Her breathing was becoming ragged too, which was more than I could stand, and I came hard. I could hear her whispering, "Oh, yeah, come for me, woman, come for me" and I came really hard. Animal sounds emanated from me as she held me in place, and I could scarcely catch my breath. My knees buckled and I collapsed into her arms, almost exhausted. As my breathing returned slowly to something resembling normal, though, I became aroused again, this time by the promise of sampling her body and all its delights.
I looked at her as she pushed a strand of hair from my eyes, and my fiery desire for her returned. I wanted her naked. I wanted to take every last stitch of clothing off this hot little dyke and make her my plaything. "That was unbelievable, Erika," I gasped, "Let me pour you a drink in my office." "I accept," she grinned, picking up my panties and putting them in her pocket. We stood, collected ourselves a little and moved toward the darkened building. I could hardly wait to get her on my couch. To rip her clothes off with my teeth. To tease her until she screamed, and to make her beg me for release. The night had only begun.