by Anja Fuerst
- MS. Simon? - I closed my eyes controlling frustration before turning and face all its magnitude. - How did you like black coffee? - Ah! Was it? I smiled sheepishly.
- I have my sources - he smiled back almost making me melt with desire. His smile was spectacular.
The remainder of the day was just work. I packed twice the boardroom. One for the meeting with the legal and other industry with the marketing sector. Lunch and arranged by my table. I said all 55 emails received from subsidiaries, requesting scheduling appointments with Mr. Carter. I studied a little more folders. Print, organized, stamped and stapled several documents. I attended more than 80 connections. At the end of the day it was literally finished. Wishing more than anything, my bed and completely sorry for scarpin.
When Mr. Carter passed me with his briefcase in hand breathed relief. At least he would not ask me anything. I still have to wait a document that was ending printing to finally be able to return home.
- MS. Simon, I'm leaving now and only return tomorrow - agreed nodding. He walked to the elevator, but turned suddenly to me. - Could I bring my white agenda?
I took the book and walked quickly toward her. When he took our hands touched. I could have sworn an intense shock hit my body. Not in a painful way, but as waves of pleasure leave your body and pass into my veins. I closed my eyes, because I could not suppress the sigh that came out of my lips, which made me very embarrassed.
The feel of his skin on mine was overwhelming. What was that? And hold my hand and consequently the agenda, Mr. Carter pulled her closer, which ended up taking me to him. God! Why such ordeal?
- Melissa - she whispered. It was clear change in intensity to his words.
It was as if that man were not my boss. Same she spent all day ignoring me as if nothing had happened between us. Well ... Nothing happened, but ... I held my breath waiting for what he would say or ask.
- What time go to bed?
What? I shook my head confused with your question. What he meant?
Membership: I, bed and Mr. Carter, together, have left me on fire. Noticing the confusion that was forming in my mind he continued.
- What time usually lie to ... - a wry smile played on his lips leaving me marveling at the image of his tongue walking lightly by the same, ending it all with a little bite in the corner of his lower lip. - Sleep - completed.
Holy shit!
- I think ... - I pulled the air to try to organize my thoughts. Unable, I ran a hand through his hair throwing them back. My other hand was still attached to him - Early.
- Early? - He raised an eyebrow.
- I'm exhausted - I smiled unwillingly. - I'll go to bed early today.
I can. No. I can not. Shit! But I want. Need. I really need. No. I do not want to.
What the hell!
- Until then then - the elevator doors opened. He entered without looking back.
As well there?
- Mr. Carter ... - but the door closed and he left leaving me no answer.
***
Sleeping was more than complicated. What Mr. Carter meant by "there then?" Does he have the courage to appear in my apartment? Or does he realized the absurdly stupid way that made me when resolved to take my mind? Or he wanted to suggest that I dreamed of him every night? Drug complicated, safe and sexy man.
The cold bath was more than providential. Dean needed to come back soon or so Friday would have to arrive early. Maybe, very maybe I should take into consideration the proposal of my "ficante". If we we involved a little more, there would be no room for others, more precisely, to Mr. Carter and all his threatening presence.
- Hold on, honey. Lack bit now - repeated many times trying to convince me that it would be easy.
I opened the taking wardrobe from there my old sweatshirt. I put on my coat, accompanied by baggy and worn pants feeling extremely comfortable. He actually took all the glamor of a woman. It's all right! I went to sleep alone even. What was never bad, because loved occupy the entire space of my bed.
Sleep always accompanied it was a problem for me. It made me feel split in half, or perhaps with only half the same bed. So always I am casting out Dean.
Dean! As I needed him back soon.
I rolled on the bed watching the hours pass. He had said earlier and it was late, so why nothing happened? He could only be kidding. Playing. I felt an easy target for his jokes. It was strange and pleasurable at the same time. More pleasurable than strange.
A man like Mr. Carter, so sexy and sure of himself. So full of puzzles and completely unknown to me, it was what I needed to freak out. I think I can change his nickname "Almighty Carter" to "All delicious Carter." I had to laugh, but sealed the face with the pillow feeling too childish.
Involuntarily I replayed in my mind every time we had lived together. Last night was gaining prominence. With his lips so close to mine. It was amazing the idea of feeling touched by it, without, in fact, happen. Mr. Carter had this capability. He could touch me in the most intimate way possible only with the look. God! As I wanted. Even for a short time. Even if it was just a little slip.
I would be forgiven if accepted even though he was committed? I was never very religious like my mother, however, was always afraid of the punishment he would receive if he dared to defy the laws of God. And in them was clear: do not covet your neighbor's wife. Does it add value to the next man too?
But I do not know if Tanya was even his girlfriend. You could fit it in the group of screaming, recalcitrant ex-girlfriends with killer instinct. She even looked like a psychopath talking about the way he talked. Unbearable little woman!
My phone rang making me shudder. I picked up the device, which again was hiding, played under the clothes that were on the chair of the room and went back to bed given immediately.
- Yes?
- Melissa? - My heart raced hearing that voice. - Why is it that I was sure that you would still be awake?
I could swear he was smiling and was sure he was splendid. I shook my head to clear the thoughts that have invaded me. I forced myself to think he just wanted to clear up any questions about a commitment or contract. Or even to warn me that the next day would need me to come early. Anything not related to my secret desires.
- Mr. Carter? -not managed to hide his surprise. It was hard to control with so many different thoughts guerrilhando in my head.
- Robert - emphasized. - We're not working - oh my God! He was giving me some privacy?
- Sorry ... Robert - whispered her name feeling like a heretic only by pronouncing it.
Not in my most perverted thoughts, I treated him with such intimacy. In all my fantasies he was Mr. Carter or powerful Carter, as he called him secretly. I felt my face heating up by calling him that.
- Do not apologize, Melissa - impatience was present in his voice.
- Why bother?
- What?
- That I'm sorry. You always get annoyed - he laughed softly and my skin tingled.
- His voice is wonderful when you're sleepy - changed the subject in an unusual manner without answering my question. My tongue involuntarily licked his lips. I spent a hand through hair back to reality.
- Mr. Carter, we ...
- Robert - repeated.
- Robert - fix still not feeling completely comfortable with the word. - We can not...
- We - it was clear and incisive. - Play with me, Melissa, play ... - pleaded.
The husky, low voice. It was like hearing the devil himself trying me. The worst is that I wanted to be attempted. I wanted to give in to her pleas. We were on the phone and nothing bad could happen.
Could?
My silence encouraged.
- Where are you now?
- In my house - I did not have to think hard to answer. He laughed again softly.
- Where in your home? - His voice highlighted the words incisively. I understood what he wanted to know.
- In my bed. I was trying to sleep and ...
- Great! - I held my breath.
How so great?
- Where the Lord ... You are now?
- That's beside the point - he did not exalt himself.
- As...
- What are you wearing?
He did not let me continue. I looked at myself analyzing the old sweatpants and worn he wore. I could not tell him I was using it. Immediately lunged the phone between your shoulder and ear pulling his pants down. I needed her to be away from my body to be able to sustain the lie.
- That's a little too intimate - forced myself not to let my movements made clear in my voice. I dropped the phone and quickly pulled the jacket up, tearing it from me. I took the phone back and could still hear his hoarse laugh.
- Yes intimate.. This is exactly why I want to know - gulped. I could tell him I was just lingerie? - Play with me, Melissa - the pleading in his voice husky with desire encouraged me to speak. It was just a word. No harm could be done by saying it.
- Lingerie - my voice was choked. I was totally red. Thank God, he was not there to check. - Is that you? - Heard delightedly, his breath.
- I wonder how it should be.
I was bothered by so many escapes from him.
- What's the color?
I looked at me again and I dared not reveal who wore a beige lingerie. It would be the end of me, or worse, the end of our little game. What would I say? Red would be too provocative. White might seem very innocent. Black. He said that black was well on my skin.
- Black.
Sank a little more on the pillow, and again, I heard her sigh and then stay a while in silence. I could feel the "atmosphere" that formed between us. My whole body could feel.
- Melissa - whispered disconcertingly. - As the most intimates call you? - I was silent. - How can I call it more intimate way? - Holy shit! What I was really happening?
- Honey.
- Honey. Perfect! Very appropriate. Sweet, small, naive and beautiful as you. It is extremely sultry feel her "Honey" nickname on the tip of my tongue.
Again her voice was more than delicious. Slurred. As if he venerate my name. I squeezed my legs into one another in an attempt to contain my desire. Heaven! I could not stand long.
- Honey ... His splendid body, its clear, velvety and soft skin in a black lingerie ... - exhaled. - What you want? - I was silent not knowing what to answer. I wanted so much. - Say what you want, Melissa.
I could feel the force of his words about me. Your order drove me to continue. But I did not dare.
- You want me, Melissa? - I was going too far. I could not tell him she wanted, or how much.
- Robert, we are going too far.
- Answer - his brusqueness made me even more excited. My panties were completely wet.
- Yes, but ... -. I was cowardly to let it happen.
- Do you want me in your body?
His voice was soft and delicious whisper. I could have sworn that he was as excited as I am. Only this thought made me even more mad to have it. Nothing else mattered. I wanted him.
- Just answer yes, honey. It's just what I need.
- Yes - my whisper accompanied him.
- But I'm away now - the "now" that he said made me arch the body expectantly. It seemed like a promise. - So, Melissa ...
He breathed deeply letting me hear it. I could see it through his hands in his hair. Wiping me with those gray eyes.
- I need you to do something for me. You gonna do?
- Yes - I could not go back. We were playing and I would go to the end. "Holy shit! Fuck the society and its rules. "
- I need you to run your hand around his neck, but ... I want you to imagine that is my hand touching him.
- It's not the same thing - and it was not.
- Oh, it is. Just you imagine that I am touching your skin. Believe Melissa. All I wanted most now was able to touch her. Feel her soft skin on my fingers. See her eyes close with pleasure by contact as desired by us. Listen their maddened moans of pleasure. Oh, Melissa, how I wish I could feel your body now.
totally lost track of what I was doing and my hand through my neck. It was as if he was on me, touching me.
- You're doing?
- Yes - moaned the word delighted with feeling.
- Can you feel me?
- Yes - I closed my eyes and let my hands do the work that both dreamed it would.
- Ah! Melissa - he moaned my name and made an absurd effort not to moan too. - Get off your hand. Pass between her breasts. I dream of being able to touch them. So perfect. Hard. The ideal size for my hands - sighed heavily. - You're doing? - Automatically my hands down towards the breasts. The feeling was indescribable.
- Yes.
- Yes, Robert - gave the command. - Say my name. To imagine his lips opening to pronounce my name.
- Yes, Robert - I obeyed.
- Thus, Melissa. This is exactly how I want it - he wanted me. That was enough for me. - Touch them. Swipe them. Feel as if they were my own fingers touching him. Can you feel?
- Yes, Robert - his name came out of my lips syrupy way. I was ecstatic.
- I really wanted to be with them in my hands - I heard her moan again. - Now I want to go a little beyond. I imagine their pink nipples in front of me. I feel the urge to touch them with his tongue, consuming me. Give them to me. Give them to me, honey. Touch them. Tighten them - obeyed without challenge. I did not want to finish that game.
I did what he asked. I did not feel my hand. I felt his. Touching me. Thrilling me. My fingers pressed firmly on my nipples and a moan escaped. Robert was delighted with this reaction.
- So, Melissa - he was silent for a brief time, letting me take advantage a little more my time. - We need to do. Do you want?
- I want.
- Great! - A few more seconds in silence. - Now get off your hands a little more. Imagine my lips are doing this part. Are my lips on you, honey. You can feel them? - I could. I felt. It was real and it was perfect.
- Yes, Robert - moaned his name.
- Do not end it too soon. No gem that way. It is strong. I will not hold out for long - his breathing became heavy and then normalized. - Get off your hand. Go through panties and touch where I most like to play at this time - I understood what he wanted, I also wanted to and would. I could not hold back any longer.
I got off my hand overcoming the barriers of panties. His fingers touched my sex lightly, but it was enough for me to moan coy. I was mad with desire. I stepped back, but as soon as I advanced was to be, and once again, a feline moan came out of my lips.
- That, Melissa! Do it. Do it for me. Think of me. Feel my body on you.
We were silent again, when I heard what I never thought I'd hear one day. Robert was masturbating too. I could hear the almost imperceptible sound of his hands frantically covering his cock. As I wanted to personally be glimpsing the scene. Imagine Robert wishing me was one thing, but imagine my boss masturbating for me was simply mind-blowing.
My pace quickened. I wanted to accompany him. I wanted to show him that too was ready for him. I touched me more pressure. Moaned loudly on purpose and he groaned back, showing me what I was doing.
- Within you, Melissa - practically begged me. I was delighted. - Put me inside you.
Immediately introduced two fingers in me and immediately gasped mad. Robert echoed my moans. His movements became more intense, it was noticeable by the noise he made. I had her image perfectly designed in my mind. His hard member and his big hand working on it. Up and down incessantly.
- I can feel you, Honey. Hot Wet ... ... Tight ... I completely inside your body. You want me? - I was on the line.
- I want. I want you, Robert.
While the index and middle far into me, wishing him, his thumb stroked my clit increasing pleasure. I had never been this way before, but it was exactly how I wanted it to be for life.
- I am in you, Melissa, as you are in me - I felt I was very close to enjoy when my breathing quickened and my sex throbbed in my fingers.
- Robert! - Moaned his name givi
ng me pleasure.
- Melissa! - He also delivered. Together, we come to orgasm. Heavy, hot, ecstatic and extremely pleasurable.
Our breaths were the only sounds. I could hear him and he heard me. My body gradually been returning to normal. At the same time, I began to understand what happened. I was really, really screwed.
- Melissa?
- Yes - I heard his low, throaty chuckle automatically returned my skin to get goosebumps. That would never have an end?
- See you tomorrow - and the connection ended. I stood on the bed. No sketch no reaction. Oh my God, what had I done?
CHAPTER 9
What had I done? This question would not leave my head. Mr. Carter ... Robert ... I do not know how it should treat it from then on ... The fact was that he managed to make me lose what little sense that remained and commit the madness. Phone sex. I thought it only existed in movies or erotic stories. Apparently I know very little about the sexual reality of the world, or at least my world. What would still ahead?
No. I should not wait for more. What happened was a mistake and a very serious mistake. He is committed ... or not ... No matter. He is a conqueror. I'm just a secretary who does want a little adventure, nothing more.
What would do? How would face him. I would not normally talk to him as if nothing had happened. I just could not. I needed and wanted to disappear. I wish the bed would sink me never to need to get out of it. But the alarm insisted warn that if not lifted soon be even more trouble.
I got up unwillingly. I showered unwillingly. Dried hair unwillingly. I chose the clothes she should wear, totally will. A white blouse with a generous neckline. As my breasts are small, you could use it without attracting much attention, and especially without seeming ordinary.
I put a red leather skirt, another of Nicole choices. Everything was perfect for me, according to her arguments. At that point I was even unwilling Nick.
The skirt though fair and long to the knees, did not inhibit my movements. It was acceptable. I wanted to hold my hair in a bun worked well, but I preferred to let them loose. I was without the slightest encouragement to care for them. I forced my brain to work in a good makeup, afraid of what the sister of my boss would do to me if you were not presentable. I missed breakfast. I had no desire to eat.