by Fifi Flowers
My plan works just as I had hoped. Jane launched into her story about her holiday party hottie and just as she was about to hold me to my end of that deal, we were interpreted by Sam McDimel, and Jane was called away. I loved Jane, but I was not ready to tell her all. Soon but not yet.
Jane and I met at McDimel-Sanders Advertising four years ago and became instant friends. We were the only two women in the art department, and we made a good team. When she started, I had just ended a bad relationship and she was all about having fun. She filled my life with laughter. At the end of our first week working together, Jane insisted we go out for some champagne to celebrate. A girl after my own heart, as champagne is always my drink of choice. Jane was gorgeous; tall and thin, yet shapely in all the right places with auburn hair and blue eyes. Men were drawn to her beauty, but she was so much more than a pretty face. She was witty, smart and kind. She was forever trying to fix me up, but after my last experience I refused to jump back into dating. I always worried that anyone I dated would be more interested in my inheritance than me. I wasn't willing to take a chance. I wanted to keep a low profile and yet here I was involved with a male supermodel. Go figure! But not to worry. Sad to say this little tete-a-tete with Evan would be brief. At least he was extremely attentive for the moment.
THROUGHOUT THE DAY, I received multiple texts from Evan. They started out simple and sweet, but as the day wore on, they got more and more suggestive. I was trying to be calm and not giggle too loud. The smile on my face was hard to hide. Luckily, Jane was in and out of the office most of the day and I didn't have to explain my giddiness.
< Hey bébé, I can smell you on me. It's driving me crazy. I can't wait to be inside you again. >
< You NOW have me tingling all over... Mmmm! >
< I'm having a HARD time being away from you. >
< You really should stop teasing moi. I do not have a spare pair of panties with me. >
< Are you wet for me, bébé? >
< DRIPPING! I guess I could go without panties. >
< GROWL! Keep those panties ON. I’ll rip them off as soon as I get a hold of you! >
< Purrrrrrrr! >
< You are in for a GOOD fucking, bébé. >
< Hyperventilating. May need to relieve the pressure before I see you. >
< DO NOT TOUCH YOURSELF! >
< Is that a COMMAND? >
< Damn right it is! >
< You are very controlling, MONSIEUR! >
< Ooooh. I like that MONSIEUR. I may need to hear that later. >
< Monsieur, I kindly ask that you stop texting for the rest of the day. My breathing is irregular, and I fear I may pass out! >
< I will leave you breathless when I'm between your legs. >
< Ooh? Having a difficult time sitting still at my desk. Would like to wiggle on it as I am not to touch myself. NO, I won't do that. I'm sure you won't ALLOW that orgasm either ;) >
< That is CORRECT. You will be properly relieved with mouth, hand and…! >
That was the last text I received. I was happy but sad they had stopped. At least I was able to get some work completed. Happiness came again at the end of my workday when I saw Evan was waiting for me in the lobby with a wicked grin on his beautiful face. Once in the car, our lips were connected with tongues aggressively exploring each other's mouths. I was hoping we would be heading directly to his apartment, but Evan insisted we go out to dinner first. I wasn’t sure why he was making me suffer, but he had never disappointed me in the sex department, so I was sure it would be worth the wait. I was shocked that the wait continued when we got back to his place.
“Sit on the couch and relax. I’ll get you a glass of wine.” He was particularly commanding tonight. The anticipation was making me crazy with want.
As he was walking toward me, his phone rang and I looked down to see the name “Isabelle” displayed. I knew I shouldn't have looked, but I couldn't help myself. Evan answered it immediately and sat across the room from me. I grabbed an Elle Decor magazine out of my bag and started flipping through it.
“Hey, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. When did you get back in town? I’ve missed you too.”
Really? I’m sitting right here.
“Ooooh. That sounds great. I can’t wait to see you, gorgeous.”
What the fuck!
“Let’s get together Friday mid-morning. I have a commitment through Thursday that I can’t get out of, but after that, I’m all yours or actually you will be all mine.”
Wow! Something lined up as soon as I leave for work. Man-whore!
“That’s perfect. You know there is no one like you. I have big plans for us on Friday. Make sure you have plenty of energy. Yes, you will definitely need it. We’ll be going at it non-stop, gorgeous.”
Breathe. Don’t get emotional. Stay calm. He’s not yours. He’s told you all along he doesn’t do relationships. He has plenty of women. He only asked you to spend four more days with him. Make the most of them.
Turning my attention back to his conversation, I wished I wouldn’t have as I heard the next words that came out of his mouth.
“Yes, the weekend. A getaway is what we need. Cocktails on Saturday night and the rest of the weekend indulging in playtime. You know me best. You’re right. Some things never change.”
Okay. That’s it. I can’t handle anymore. He really is an arrogant asshole.
I tossed the magazine back in my bag, down the whole glass of wine in one gulp, got off the couch, walked to the kitchen, poured another glass of wine and headed for his bathroom. I needed to stop the flood of angry tears and the thought of throwing up if I heard another word of his conversation with his next hook up.
I’m not sure how long I had been in the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door.
“Bébé, you ok?”
Don’t “bébé” me, Mr. Asshole Playboy!
“Yes. Just freshening up. Be out in a second.”
Pull yourself together. You have four days to give him something to miss.
I washed my face, took my hair down, added a little shimmer to my lips and walked back into the living room having changed into short lounge pants along with a tight t-shirt minus a bra.
“Mmmm. Time to make you come, bébé.” He was on me before I could reach the couch. I was stiff in his arms, I was trying to relax and forget his conversation, but I was finding it difficult.
Pushing away from him, I moved to the other end of the couch. Looking up at the ceiling as I was thinking back on Evan's phone conversation, I wondered about the woman on the other end of the phone. Their exchange seemed so familiar, like a relationship, yet he said he never had relationships. Was she just a friend or was she someone he didn't want to tell me about? One minute I had high hopes for this affair and the next they were dashed. I could handle not knowing some things about him, but I wanted to know if he was telling me the truth about past relationships.
“I was wondering if there has ever been anyone special in your life. Someone you thought about having a relationship with?”
He looked at me with a faraway look and hesitated before answering. “Maybe one.” He was definitely thinking of someone. The look in his eyes was intense. They were dazzling. The blue had turned a mesmerizing shade, more breathtaking than I had ever seen when peering into his gorgeous face. Suddenly, I felt extremely jealous. Whoever this woman was, by the look on his face, she obviously held a special place in his heart. I hoped it wasn't “Isabelle.”
“What made her so memorable?” I asked, not actually wanting to know.
Biting his lip, he let out a little laugh. “She left me.”
“I take it no one has ever left you?”
“I’ve never let anything start.”
“But you did that time?”
“No, not really. It was a brief encounter and afterwards she never contacted me.”
“Why didn’t you contact her?”
“I gave her my information, but I didn’t get hers.” My stomach was
in knots looking at his face as he recalled the memory of a woman who touched him deeply. “Sometimes, I think she wasn’t real. Maybe it was just a dream.” He laughed, shaking his head like he was ridding himself of the vision. “What about you? Anyone that made your heart pound?”
“Hmmm…” as I thought to myself: Besides you right now?
“Come on, Melissa. Tell me... was there a magical prince? A knight in shining armor?”
“Well, that is the dream. Every girl wants the ‘fairy tale.’ That is what’s ingrained in us by way of children’s books.” I found myself staring off, rambling on. “Hmmm, how does it go? She attends a fancy ball, falls into the arms of a prince and they live happily ever after.” I turned away from Evan. Thinking wow, I hadn't thought about that night in a long time.
“Since you’re here, I gather there was no riding off into the sunset?”
“No. There’s no such thing as a fairy tale ending. The princess ran away, and the prince was never to be seen again.” Remembering the events surrounding that encounter, I added, “The kingdom was destroyed.” My eyes glazed over, tears were about to spring forth, and I tilted my head back to stop them. “Girls are silly. We are forever looking to be rescued.” I laughed, making light of our conversation, pushing my mind out of the past. “We keep kissing frogs in search of the prince, seeking our one true love.”
“Do you think I’m a frog?” He raised an eyebrow, daring me.
I giggled. “I’m not sure. Kiss me.”
Evan…
MELISSA MAKES ME crazy. I can't keep my hands off her. I wanted to touch her constantly. I liked my cock buried deep inside her. I missed her today.
I had her down on the floor, fucking her mouth with my tongue. Pulling away from her mouth, I started sucking and licking her neck.
“I'm going to taste all of you tonight, bébé.”
I couldn't get her top off fast enough. I grabbed the bottom and ripped the shirt in half exposing her luscious breasts. Melissa gasped. Then she’s moaned as I grabbed both of her tits abruptly, kneading them and pinching her nipples, they tightly pebbled between my fingers. I moved back and forth sucking one while pinching the other. She was breathing hard and moaning my name.
“Evan. It feels sooo good. Oh mon dieu. Please don’t stop. Evan.”
I moved down her body nipping and licking every inch of her silky skin, making my way to her beautiful pussy. I ripped off her sexy littles pants and she shivered. She moaned my name loudly with the first sweep of my tongue on her clit.
“Mmmm. You taste like candy. Tasty. Sweet. Delicious. Oh so sweet, bébé.”
I swiped my tongue up and down her moist folds.
“Please. Evan.” Melissa rose up into my mouth.
“Relax bébé. Not yet.” I continued flicking and licking her folds, and then sucked her clit into my mouth.
I could hear her panting. “Please. Evan. Pleeeease.”
“Wait bébé. Almost.”
I inserted a finger, sliding against her front wall as she moaned. I rewarded her with another finger connecting to just the right spot while still sucking her clit. I fucked her faster with my fingers as she started to lose control. I could feel her walls start to tighten.
“Oh mon dieu. Pleeeease Evan. Pleeeease I want you, monsieur.”
“You will have me, but first I want you to come for me, bébé.”
Panting, Melissa bucked her hips and screamed my name and something in French.
“Très jolie, bébé.” I whispered to Melissa. Leaving her sweet spot, I crawled up her body. Plunging my tongue in her mouth, I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. “You like to be on top, don't you, bébé?”
“Oui, I love riding your big cock,” she whimpered as I slipped into her tight, wet pussy.
“Mmmm. Melissa. Are you going to start talking dirty to me?”
She threw her head back laughing, riding me like she's possessed. She was saying things I couldn't imagine her ever saying. I flipped her onto her back, pinned her hands above her head, put one of her legs on my shoulder and slammed into her, screaming her name as her walls pulled me in deeper, contracting around my cock. I was coming so hard.
Once our breathing was back to normal, I picked her up and carried her to my bed.
“Bébé, you’re so hot. I love having you in my bed.”
Melissa kissed me softly on the mouth and snuggled on my chest. I can't believe how I feel about her. I'd never felt this way. Not ever.
THE NEXT MORNING as usual Evan was already up. Wanting to look my best before I see him, I wandered into the bathroom and pinned my hair up. Filling the bathtub, adding some aromatique bath salts, I slipped into to the warm water and felt goddess-like. Let the games begin. Time to entice Mr. Supermodel. Once bathed, shaved everywhere and towel dried, I slathered lotion all over my body. Dabbing parfum on the back of my neck, extending my eyelashes with a little mascara, glossing my puffy lips with a luscious ripe shade of red, I felt like a minx ready to pounce. I brought the sexiest work clothes I had. I dressed in a fitted, grey pencil skirt, dark tights, pump heels and a white lace push-up bra with my hair in a messy bun.
I walked out to the living room carrying my white button-down blouse in my hand; I draped it over the back of a chair. Evan looked delectable sitting on the couch scrolling through emails on his tablet. He was wearing a tight, midnight blue, long sleeve t-shirt, low-slung faded blue jeans with bare feet. His hair was tousled; a few loose long, wavy strands resting on his forehead. His facial stubble was rather long and a bit scruffy and his looked screamed sexy. I had yet to see him look undesirable.
When he looked up in my direction, his mouth dropped open. “You look like a naughty librarian, bébé. Please tell me you will be wearing that blouse over your bra.”
Laughing, “Of course. I just don't want to drip coffee on it.”
With a little nervous clearing of his throat, he motioned, “There's coffee and fruit in the kitchen.”
Knowing I had an audience I moaned dramatically then giggled, “Mmmm. Fruit.” Looking at Evan I saw him narrow his amazing blue eyes at me. I giggled more as I sauntered to get breakfast.
Pouring a cup of coffee, I grabbed a banana and then sat in a chair across from Evan.
Turning back to his tablet, he informed me casually, “Hey, bébé, I’m a little busy this morning. Is it okay that I don't ride to work with you?”
Trying not to look or sound disappointed I answered decidedly upbeat, “Sure!”
Then I took my time peeling the banana skin down, waiting until I knew I'd captured Evan's attention. Slowly, I brought the banana up to my mouth, licking my lips before gently touching just the tip of the banana to my mouth then wrapping my lips around it. I let out a little whimper. I looked up through my long lashes to see Evan watching me, I took a bite, closed my eyes and a little yummy noise came from my throat. I’m going to drive you wild these next few days. You will never want to leave me. I hope!
I took a few sips of my coffee, inhaling, “Mmmm. So good. J'adore cafe crème.” I licked my lips.
I looked over at Evan's lap. His arousal was visible. It was obvious my yummy noises and my display of affection to the banana had enticed him. He was still staring at me, but not saying a word. I decided to up the game. Turning back to the banana, I stuck it in my mouth as far as I could then pulled it back out halfway, licking it very suggestively, and then bit off another piece.
I thought I could hear Evan groan. I snuck another peek at him, and sure enough he was still looking my way. I started to direct my attention back to the banana, but stopped, tossing it on the table. Dropping to my knees, I crawled over to him. I reached up to the top of his jeans, unbuttoned them, and pulled the zipper down. He lifted up for me to pull his pants down his thighs. I loved that he didn't have underwear on. So sexy. I put my hand around his beautiful erection, wrapped my lips around it and sucked him deep into my throat.
Evan reached down and ran his fingers through my hair
, moaning, “Melissa, bébé. You're such a naughty girl.” I looked up into his blazing eyes. Our eyes lock as I gave him a long lick up and down his shaft and sucked the tip of his cock. “Mmmm. That's so good, bébé.”
With him deep in my mouth, I sucked and swirled my tongue until he exploded. I loved getting him off with my mouth. I swallowed his come and licked him one last time then without a word, I got up, grabbed my blouse, put it on, buttoned it up, walked over to Evan gave him a deep kiss and then walked to the door. Turning the handle, I gave him one more look over my shoulder and popped a piece of gum in my mouth. “See you later. Have a good day. Hope you miss me!” I giggled strutting out the door. My ass wiggling playfully is the last thing he sees.
As soon as I was in the car, I received a text from my man.
< I'm thinking I might give you a spanking when you get home, dirty girl. >
< Promises! Promises! > I smiled to myself.
Once I strolled into the art department my smile evaporated when I saw that everyone was scrambling in all directions. Apparently, the clients who Evan recently shot a campaign ad for wanted to expand the ad with a few other male models. Usually this is our slow time of the year when we wind down and close for two weeks during the holidays, but these clients wanted a test shoot before the end of the year. Our talent coordinator was frantically trying to book three models for the shoot that had been scheduled for tomorrow. Fortunately, whatever project Evan was working on had allowed him to be available for the shoot. One down, three models to go.
As soon as I saw Jane, she shoved a sketch pad into my hand and whisked me into a meeting with our whole creative team. We worked from original storyboards and drew up new concepts for sets and props. By the time the workday ended, my fingers were practically numb, I was exhausted, and I could hardly wait to flop on the couch with my sexy man.
As I’m thinking about cuddling in strong arms, right on cue I received a text.