“Your sweet little pussy. I’ve been smelling it all night. It’s time I had a taste. Stand up and show it to me.”
Her lips parted. I’d watched her suck noodles through those plump lips without reacting, but now liquid fire rushed through my body. God, I seriously wanted this woman. I craved her flesh the way an addict craves his drug. I needed to strip her clothes off and drink from her sweet pussy.
She pushed back her chair and stood. I turned sideways and pulled her so she was standing between my legs. She looked down at me. I reached under her dress. Her skin was warm and silky.
“You’re trembling,” I murmured.
Her cheeks became pink.
“What are you scared of, baby? You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
She bit her lip and looked like she didn’t believe me.
“You want this, don’t you?”
She nodded and I smiled a little. My fingers reached the lacy rim of her little panties. I hooked them into the waistband and slid them down her legs. The scrap of material pooled around her shoes. Using my other hand, I swept all the plates and leftover food away from us.
“Put your ass on the edge of the table and lie back for me, baby,” I instructed. She hesitated a second before obeying. I pushed her dress up and spread her legs until I had a perfect view of her freshly shaven pussy. It was pink and so sweet I wanted to cry. She lifted her head, saw the way I was looking at her pussy and became even redder. My cock was so hard it hurt. Her scent filled my nostrils and made my mouth water. I never wanted to eat out a pussy so badly in my life.
“Damn, girl, you’re so wet.” My voice was hoarse and thick. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue along her pretty slit for a quick lick. Her juices flowed on my tongue. Fuck, I knew she’d taste good, but she tasted like a slice of fucking heaven.
She moaned and lay quietly while I licked her pussy again. And again. Pussy juice coated my tongue and ran down my throat. Her little cunt gaped for me and I dipped my tongue into it. She jerked her hips towards my mouth, desperate and seeking. Her hands came and clawed through my hair.
I sucked her clit into her mouth and I felt her tense up.
“Oh, Max,” she groaned and ground her pussy against my mouth.
I carried on sucking until her pussy started to pop, and her cum rolled down my chin.
“I’m coming,” she panted. I grabbed her ass cheeks and kept on sucking as her whole body bowed as she came hard in my mouth. I continued to lick her pussy long after she came, just enjoying the taste of her. She was breathing hard when I gave her one last kiss and lifted my head. She got onto her elbow.
“Wow,” she whispered, her eyes hooded.
“I want to see your tits.” I watched her sit up and take her dress off. Her bra had a fastening in the front and when she flicked it, her breasts sprang loose. That was some rack she had, swollen and heavy with rosy tips. They bounced and begged me to suck them. My stomach clenched, and my erection felt hot and thick in my pants.
Mimi Young, the object of too many fantasies, was naked on my dining table. The number of times I had stroked myself to release thinking of her was too many to count.
I looked at her hungrily. I cupped a breast, felt its delicious weight in my hand. Then I rolled the hard nipple back and forth between my fingers until she groaned, and her body arched. I liked looking at her body completely exposed. I stared at her and experienced a strange sensation. One I’d never had before. Possessiveness blazed inside me.
This was my woman. She was mine and only mine. God help any man who even fucking looked at her.
I leaned forward and bit her nipple. She drew in a startled breath sharply then groaned low—the sound was erotic and primitive. I sucked it hard, and she shivered helplessly. The more I sucked the more she writhed and whimpered like an animal. The sounds she uttered made me feel wild and strangely out of control. She rubbed her open pussy against my clothed shaft. It felt so damn good I nearly came right there. Every nerve, every cell screamed out for me to slam into her. At that moment nothing mattered, except her. Her body. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her cries of pleasure. She was my only reality.
She tore at my shirt, buttons pinging. Her fingers looked pale nestled in my chest hair.
‘Oh, yes, Mimi. Oh, yes,’ I encouraged.
She began to undo my belt. Her fingers were frantic. All I could think of was the lust I felt for her. I felt as if only she could give me the satisfaction I craved. As if what I would get from her would put every other experience I had had into the shade. My fingers moved in and out of her, maddening her. She unzipped my pants and pulled at my boxers. I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Suddenly, my cock was in her hands. She gripped me by the base. A groan rumbled in my chest.
‘God! You’re so beautiful,’ she whispered in awe.
Mimi
I looked at his cock. It looked like something that had been made from smooth plaster. It was so…mammoth. Every inch was blemish free and flawless. Like a beautiful golden horizontal pillar. I wonder how he will fit inside me. I couldn’t wait to impale myself on it. He rolled a condom on it and rubbed the tip of it on my wetness. I closed my eyes with anticipation.
Suddenly my ring tone jerked me out of my frenzy. For a second, it didn’t register properly and I froze.
“Leave it,”’ he snarled.
I wanted to leave it, but nobody called me at this time of the night. Megan knew I was with Max so she would never call. Unless it was an emergency. It could be my mother. My mother and I have drifted apart since Grandma died, but I was all she had. My phone continued to ring.
‘I can’t,” I whispered. “It could be an emergency. My mother.”
He pulled away from me with an oath of frustration and I scrambled away. Suddenly I was aware of how naked I was. I grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. For a second I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Tracee!
What the hell? Why would be she be calling me now? She had never called me anytime after eight. Never. Something must be very wrong with her. I looked at Max. He was staring at me with a disbelieving expression. “I’m sorry I have to take this,” I said.
He groaned and lay back down. I took the call.
“Oh, thank God,” Tracee cried urgently. She sounded frightened and shaky.
“What’s wrong Tracee?” I asked, my blood running cold.
“I’m so sorry to call you, but I, I didn’t have anybody else to call.”
“It’s okay. What is it?”
“It’s my brother. I think he’s dead.”
“What?” I gasped.
“The police just called me. He was in a car accident,” she said, her voice trembling uncontrollably. “I have to go and identify the body. They want me to go to the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner. I have the address, but I have no one to go with me,” she ends on a sob.
“Oh, Tracee. I’m so sorry. Of course, I’ll come with you.”
“I’m sorry to ask you, but I really have-”
“Don’t worry about it, Tracee. I’m glad to be able to help.”
She started sobbing. I couldn’t believe this was the Tracee I knew. Cool, calm and collected. I didn’t know what to say. “Don’t cry, Tracee. Please don’t cry. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you, Mimi.” She sniffed. She sounded so grateful I felt sorry for her. “Thank you so much. How long will it take you to get here?”
“I’ll call for a cab now.”
“Thank you, Mimi. You don’t know what this means to me. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“It’s okay. No, you didn’t.”
I asked her to text me her address and hung up. Max walked towards me. He had zipped up his pants and was holding my bra, panties and my dress in his hands.
“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked.
“No. It’ll just make her feel uncomfortable.” I couldn’t look him in the eye. I held my dress against my body like it was a shield.
When he had turned away I pulled my panties up and slipped my arms into my bra.
I dressed quickly while he was on the phone arranging an Uber ride for me. “I’m sorry,” I said.
“No problem,” he said, but his eyes glittered.
Max insisted on coming down the elevator with me. He put me into a cab and closed the door.
“Make sure she gets into the building she’s going into before you drive away,” he told the driver and handed him a twenty.
“Gee, thanks,” the guy said.
Max stood on the sidewalk as the car pulled away. I turned to watch him. He looked so broad and tall. I felt confused and dazed.
When I got to Tracee’s address she was waiting for me in the lobby of her building. She was wearing jeans and a green sweater. Her hair was disheveled and she looked white and shocked. I could hardly believe she was the same woman I worked for. She was so different.
“Thank you for coming, Mimi. I’m sorry to bring you out here at this time of night.” Her voice broke.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” I said quickly.
She pressed her forehead with her hand and cried pitifully, “God. How could this have happened? I just saw him last week.”
I felt inadequate in the face of her loss and grief. How was I supposed to react to her distress? Should I reach forward and comfort her or just stand there? She had never been a touchy-feely sort of person and she always drew a fine line between us. We were always boss and subordinate. Besides she had a germ aversion.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said without attempting to touch her.
She pressed her lips together. “All right, let’s go.”
Mimi
To my surprise, Tracee wasn’t taken into a room where a sheet was lifted and she was shown the body. Instead, we were told to wait in a small room. Tracee stood and paced the small room until a woman came in. She was wearing a white blouse and a gray skirt and she carried a clipboard. She shook our hands and introduced herself as Ruth Corwan. She was a Grief Counselor.
“The identification will be through a photo and I’ll be with you during the whole process,” she explained softly.
“So, I won’t have to see my brother’s body.”
She shook her head gently. “You can take as much time as you need. I will put this clipboard down on the table. The photograph is face down and when you are ready you can turn it over. The photo will show your brother lying down. He has some head trauma, but his face is unmarked. There is also some bruising on his neck.
Tracee nodded slowly and laid her hands on the table with their beautifully manicured pale nails.
“Take as much time as you like,” Ruth said softly. “There is no hurry at all. I am here to help you.”
“I’m sorry you to have to be here,” Tracee said.
Ruth shook her head and smiled kindly. “Don’t be sorry. I consider my job an honor and a privilege. Birth and death are natural. Some people are around at the beginning of a person’s life and others are there at the end.”
Slowly, Tracee lifted one corner of the photo and turned it over. Her brother looked nothing like her. His hair was matted with blood on one side and there was a bruise on his neck, but otherwise, he looked like he was sleeping. For a long time, Tracee stared at the photo. The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. I could hear my own heart.
Then she took a shuddering breath. “Yes, that’s Mickey.”
The woman reached over and touched Tracee’s hand and Tracee jumped and shrank back. An expression of surprised hurt crossed the woman’s face and I nearly wanted to tell her about Tracee’s germ phobia.
The woman gave Tracee details of where she can go to get counseling and help if she needed and then she stood to leave.
“You can go now if you want,” Tracee said to me. Her hands were shaking.
“No, I’ll stay with you.”
She looked at me gratefully. I stayed with her until she felt well enough to leave. It was nearly three o’clock and the air was chilly outside. I called a cab and dropped her off at her apartment before going back to mine.
I got out of the elevator and walked slowly to my apartment. I felt strangely drained. Seeing Tracee that way shocked me. Is that the fate that awaited me one day? So alone I have to call one of my staff if I get into a moment of terrible pain?
I kept seeing her white face, her lips trembling.
When I tried to hug her, she stood in the circle of my arms like a piece of wood until suddenly a dam broke inside her and she held me tightly and sobbed like a baby. How lonely her life must be?
I fished out my key and Max’s door opened.
“Are you all right?” he asked from across the corridor.
I nodded.
We stood staring at each other for a few seconds. Then he crossed the space between us in great strides and pulled me into his strong arms. I could feel the heat coming from his body, smell his aftershave, and hear the steady beat of his heart. It felt so safe and right. I wanted him so much it hurt, but I knew I couldn’t have him.
I felt hot tears start rolling down my face.
I didn’t really know why I was crying. I wasn’t close to Tracee at all. Maybe it was just the human connection. Her sadness that had temporarily rubbed off on me. He never said a word, until I pulled away from him.
“Do you want to come to my place?” he asked.
I shook my head. I was too confused about everything. Him. My life. My priorities. I knew one thing for sure. I didn’t want to be like Tracee fifteen years from now. If I kept hooking up with guys like Josh and Max that was exactly what I was staring at.
“I think it would be a mistake for us to continue seeing each other.”
Something flashed in his eyes, but so quickly I couldn’t tell what it was, especially the way I was feeling. Then he went still. “Why?”
“I’m too confused about everything. I just broke up with Josh, and I don’t even know how I really feel about it. I don’t want to go from his bed into yours. I think I need some time to evaluate my life, and where I’m going.”
His brows drew down. “Fair enough.”
“I’m sorry if I led you on. If you don’t want to come to the party with me tomorrow, I’ll understand.”
“No, I’ll take you to it. There’s no fucking way I’m giving either of them the satisfaction of having a laugh at your expense.”
My heart beat a little faster at the determined expression on his face. “You will?”
He nodded. “Sure I will.”
I stared at him. He was so beautiful. I wanted to reach out and touch his unsmiling face. “So we’re friends?” Something inside me hurt to ask him that.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah.”
“Thank you, Max.”
“No problem. See you tomorrow?”
I was too choked up to speak. I just nodded and went into my apartment.
I turned around to close the door and he was just standing there.
“Goodnight, Mimi. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Max,” I whispered. Then I shut the door on him. That night I made up my mind. I would go to the party tomorrow with Max and then that would probably be it for us. The truth was I could never be friends with him. I had complicated things by getting close to him. Now it would kill me to see the parade of women he brought to his apartment. Especially now that I had a taste what he was like as a lover. I wished that he would sell to the developers and move away. I thanked God we had not gone all the way, but the thought made my heart ache.
Mimi
“Are you sure this looks all right?” I turned to the side once again and checked out my almost bare back.
Megan was watching me from the edge of my bed. She smiled at me in the mirror. “I’m gonna need to break out the thesaurus to find compliments I haven’t already used.”
“I feel like I’m showing too much
back.”
“What’s wrong with showing too much back? You have a sensational back. If it were cut that low in the front, then we’d have to talk.”
“If it were cut that low in the front, I’d get arrested.” I shook my head, fretting. “Is it a little too much skin for the St. Regis though? I don’t want anybody thinking I’m working, and I don’t mean as a server.”
Megan frowned. “It’s sexy obviously, but in a classy, elegant way that would be totally acceptable at the St. Regis.”
I faced the mirror again, chewing my lip uncertainly. I was never this insecure.
With an exasperated sigh, she fished through a tote bag full of accessories she’d brought with her. “Here. If it makes you feel better, use this.” She wrapped a silver shawl around my shoulders and stood back. It went beautifully with the strappy silver stilettos she lent me after making me promise to care for them like I would my own child. Friendship was friendship, but a good pair of shoes were forever.
I stepped back, taking in the full picture. The dress was navy blue with a halter neck. The front was completely demure and classy, but it was completely backless coming dangerously close to flirting with the top of my thong. It didn’t seem like the dress should stay in place, but it was so beautifully tailored it did, even when I sat.
I smoothed down the front of the dress, where it came down to just above my knee. I had to admit; the slim cut hugged my figure and made me feel like squeezing my shoulders forward and blowing sultry kisses like those bombshell movie starlets from the fifties. I wondered what Max would make of this dress. I thought of his burning gray eyes roaming hungrily over my body.
“Where did you go just then?” Megan asked as she plugged in my curling iron.
“Nowhere. I was right here.”
“No, you weren’t. You looked worried. Are you worried about something? Is it that woman Tracee?”
“No.”
“There are lonely, sad people like her in every big city. You’re nothing like her.”
I nodded. “I know.”
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