My Kinky Valentine

by Liz Gavin

  I notice the hand-held shower head and remember it has a special massage feature. Well, it might work. I’ve already played with myself during shower but never tried it with a shower head. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I grab the hand-held, switch the water on to pulsating and direct the jet to my clitoris. I spread my folds with one hand and twist the wrist holding the shower from side to side making the jets caress my engorged flesh. The water flows inside me and tap against my clitoris. The sensation is amazing. I would never have imagined it could be like this.

  “Hm, that’s hot.”

  I moan and increase the flow of water letting it spray faster and harder over my sex and sometimes directing a wicked jet into my backside hole. The muscles there pucker at the sudden invasion and the feeling reflects in my hardened nub. My legs buckle under me and I lean against the cold tiled wall for support when the climax hit me without warning and with a strength I hadn’t expected. I close my eyes and see bright spots behind my eyelids. I gasp and cry out. I swallow hard because my mouth and throat get dry. The spasms start deep inside me and ripple through all the muscles in my body. Shower time will never be the same for me.

  At last, I am relaxed. I towel myself quickly leaving the refreshing feel of water on my skin. The cold air in the room triggers delicious goose-bumps all over me. I lie on my stomach in the middle of the huge bed. My intimate muscles are still throbbing but all my nerve endings relaxed and I drift into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

  The alarm clock goes off just a couple of hours later but I’m clear headed and ready for action. A few hours of sleep are enough for me. I go through my morning routine: jog in Central Park, shower, and breakfast with some time to spare. I get to the office earlier than usual and Mark is already at his desk. Although I greet him just as I do all my other employees, I see his pants bulging and I bet he checks out my backside when I enter my office. I’m wearing a tight pin skirt that I know shows off my round butt.

  The morning meeting is a success. I don’t solve the economic crisis, obviously, but I am able to calm down my hard-to-please clients. Nevertheless, last night’s events sneak up on me every time I look at Mark during the meeting. I’m not a blushing kind of girl so my face is hot from excitement, not embarrassment. I’ll have to find some time in my schedule today to fuck Mark senseless. After everything I went through last night, I crave for a warm body rubbing against mine and he’s my current boy toy. He doesn’t complain at all about being treated as one, and why should he? He gets to fuck his smoking hot boss, to have tons of fun, no strings attached. This is every young guy’s wet dream.

  I check my planner and find out I can squeeze in some me-time in the afternoon right after an appointment I have with a candidate for the receptionist position. I let the Personnel Department handle all the hiring and firing but I make a point of interviewing each future employee to get to know my team members personally. Also, my word is final in the process.

  “Get us a suite at the W Hotel nearby around 3 PM,” I text Mark.

  “Done,” he replies less than 5 minutes later with the confirmation number.

  I relax in my chair and get to work on my computer. Later, I’ll have lunch at my desk to save some precious time. Mark takes care of these little details for me. I forget them when I’m concentrating so I’m surprised to hear my door open and see him entering with a few delivery bags. My favorite sandwich and juice are inside them and he smiles at me as he hands me two bags, keeping two for himself.

  “I bet you haven’t order anything to eat, have you?”

  “Of course I haven’t. Thank you. I see you ordered for yourself, too. Great. Grab a sit and let’s eat.”

  He cleans a spot on my desk, beside my left arm and sits down. He has an absolutely irresistible smile on his lips. His dark green eyes sparkle with mischief.

  “Who’s a naughty boy, today? What if somebody comes in?”

  “Not to worry. I locked the door behind me.”

  I run my hand up his thigh.

  “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

  My hand stops a few inches shy of this bulged zipper and I lift my eyes to him. I smile the fakest innocent grin I can manage and we both laugh.

  “Now, be a good boy and behave. We’ll have plenty of time for this later.”

  I squeeze him lightly over his pants as I lick my dry lips and lock my gazed with his. Mark sighs and squirms on the table.

  “You’d better be prepared, then, Carol. I had a very hot dream last night involving you, some handcuffs and a whip.”

  “Hmm, sounds perfect. Mine are in my bag. You know my motto: never leave home without them.”

  We banter during lunch. I like to keep these encounters as friendly and free from work as possible. This is our bonding time and I treasure it more than I’d ever confess to Mark. He’s one of the brightest people I know and that is saying a lot because intelligence is the most important trait I look for in the people I invite into my intimate circle of friends and lovers. I could go on talking to him for hours but we have work to do and I want to get rid of the receptionist candidate as fast as possible.

  “Oh, Ms. O’Rourke must be arriving soon. You’d better go back to your desk.”

  Mark moves my chair until we’re facing each other, lifts me up and settles me between his legs. He grabs my behind and grinds his erection against my mound. I sigh and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing his head down for a hot, hungry kiss. Our upper bodies are glued together and I thrust my aching sex over his hard erection. It’s his turn to moan. My fingers entwine in his black hair and I bite his full lower lip, then, run the tip of my tongue over it, pretending to soothe him. He pulls me closer and squeezes my butt cheeks.

  “God, I want you right here, right now.”

  “I’m all yours, Madam,” Mark replies as he nuzzles my neck and chuckles against my sensitive spot.

  I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and withdraw slowly from his heat. He’s panting as much as I am. He leans his forehead against mine as he catches his breath.

  “I promise it’ll be worth the wait, Mark. Let’s get back to work, now.”

  He obediently slides down the table, sets his clothes straight and walks out of my office. I run my hands down my own outfit and go to my in-suite bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I reapply some make-up and fix my hair. In the office, I put my hair in a professional-looking bun to tame my wild curls. Some of them had gone astray during my little tryst with Mark. My cheeks are flushed but it makes me look healthy and I like the effect.

  I go back to my desk a few seconds before my intercom buzzes.

  “Ms. O’Rourke is here to see you, Ms. Sullivan.”

  “Send her in.”

  I had read Ms. Cindy O’Rourke’s résumé before lunch. She is a little genius who has just graduated from Columbia. I expect a nerdy, shy young girl to enter my room. I’m taken aback by this siren that’s walking towards me now. Cindy O’Rourke is a tall, gorgeous blonde. She’s got a slender body with curves in all the right places that sway as she enters my office. She’s wrapped in a tight black mini-dress that’s more appropriate for a cocktail party than a job interview.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Sullivan,” she holds out her hand to greet me. She’s got a strong grip and I’m surprised at the jolt of energy that travels from my hand to my stomach at the touch of her soft hand. “It’s such an honor to meet you. I’m sorry for this outfit but I’ve got a part-time job as a waitress nearby. I’m covering for a colleague today so I’ll go there straight from here.”

  “Well, you’ve got team spirit. I like that. Please, sit down.”

  I notice the hem of the absurdly short dress moves up her thighs as she occupies the chair opposite my desk. I’m a little uncomfortable when I glimpse her lacy black panties as she crosses her long legs. I force my eyes to look into hers and she’s smiling at me but I can’t quite read her expression because her smile seems smug. That can’t be right. I shake my head and start the i
nterview.

  “Ms. O’Rourke, I know jobs are hard to find these days but this job is a low level entry position; especially for somebody with a résumé as good as yours. Why did you apply?”

  “Ms. Sullivan, I’ve read everything that’s ever been published about you: how you’ve started your own company, how you’ve turned it into a billionaire business and how you’ve changed the way stock brokers work today. In fact, your company was the subject of a paper I wrote in college. The chance to work for you, in any capacity, is the only reason I’ve applied.”

  I don’t respect people who suck up to me with empty flattery. Ms. O’Rourke looks and sounds absolutely sincere.

  “Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. I’m sure a bright young girl like you will grow fast within the company. Now, will your other job conflict with this?”

  “I don’t see how. This is a part-time morning job and I work nights in the bar. Today is an exception.”

  We talk for another half an hour or more. The young Ms. O’Rourke is truly very intelligent and charming although I keep picking up strange signs from her. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s flirting with me which wouldn’t be appropriate in a job interview even if she were a man. She’s way too smart to make that kind of mistake. I check my watch and realize it’s time to wrap this up or I’ll be late for my much more rewarding appointment with Mark.

  “Ms. O’Rourke, the job is yours. I’ll tell Mr. Franklin at the Personnel Department to contact you with the specifics and to send you an email with the paperwork. Now, is there anything else you’d like to know about the company or the position?”

  “Are you gay?”

  I laugh out loud. I’m not offended at all.

  “I get that all the time. But I like the fact you asked me directly. I respect that.”

  In fact, I respect people who aren’t intimidated by my position and power. She’s scored many points with me with that question.

  “And the answer is ‘no’. I don’t do relationships. I don’t have time, or energy, for all the dating ritual. My business is practically a 24/7 responsibility but the tabloids have a whole different version for my love life.”

  “It’s a pity.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her comment and she quickly adds.

  “I mean, not having time for yourself. I understand the sacrifices your position requires but you’re young and beautiful. You should date, have fun, enjoy life.”

  Ms. O’Rourke blushes and her breathing is quick. She seemed so poised up to a few seconds ago that I feel sorry for her.

  “Thank you. You are very kind. But not dating doesn’t mean I don’t have fun or enjoy life. I do, believe me. I just prefer to keep a low profile so the paparazzi never see me on these occasions,” I smile openly, trying to put her at ease. It doesn’t help because her face is bright red and she squirms in the chair. I decide to put an end to her misery. I stand up and hold out my hand. “Well, it’s been a pleasure talking to you. My people will call you later today with the details. When can you start?”

  “As soon as you need me.”

  “Be here tomorrow at nine. Mr. Franklin will show you around and start your training.”

  I go around the desk to see her to the door at the same time I text Mark telling him to meet me at the hotel in 15 minutes. That’s why I don’t see her halt a few feet before he reaches the door. I bump into her back and dive to catch my phone before it hits the polished floor. To my utter embarrassment, I miscalculate the distance and practically grab her soft, round backside together with my phone.

  “I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”

  “Don’t worry. I stopped abruptly. It’s my fault.”

  My imagination is playing tricks on me again. I could swear her voice trembled and her words came out as a breathless whisper. I shake my head and open the door for her.

  “Welcome to Horizon, Inc. I’m sure you’ll be a great addition to our team.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. See you tomorrow.”

  I close the door, send an email to the Personnel Department, turn off the computer, and rush out of the office. My morning had been filled with steamy fantasies starring Mark plus the night episode with my dildo followed by the shower fun. None of which had been enough. I need the real thing today. As I take my private elevator down to the lobby and press my hand lightly over my aching sex, I don’t understand why I see a pair of round female thighs slowly opening for me instead of Mark’s muscular ones.

  Chapter 2

  “Mark, sweetie, I’m so sorry. But it’s not working for me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

  I unlock the cuffs I used to tie him to the headboard and plop beside Mark on the bed. I’ve been straddling him for a long time, riding his rigid, huge member, trying to get off on his hot body but couldn’t manage to build a climax for myself.

  “I am sorry, Carol. I don’t know what I did wrong. I came so hard inside you. That usually does it for you, right?”

  He looks so crestfallen as he leans down to kiss me, I smile at him and ruffle his hair.

  “It’s not your fault, silly. It’s just that I’m stressed-out. I can’t sleep, I can’t relax. I thought fucking would help me out with that. Besides, you played a starring role in my date with a dildo last night until the damn batteries died. Today I wanted the real thing. At least you had a great time, huh?”

  “But let me try one last thing, baby. I don’t want you to leave empty handed and frustrated.”

  He smiles and starts kissing his way down my body. He scatters soft kisses over my skin until he reaches his final goal. He kisses and bites the inside of my thighs and I throw my head back on the pillows.

  “God, Mark, you’re so good at this.”

  I lift my hips and muffle his chuckle with my crotch where he buries his face and inhales deeply. So sexy!

  “You smell so sweet, Carol.”

  I bend my knees and open myself to him. He slides my body down until the edge of the bed and kneels on the floor. I drape my legs over his shoulders and Mark grabs my thighs as he lifts me up towards his eager mouth. I writhe and thrust as his tongue licks my folds.

  “Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? I can taste myself on you.”

  I hold his head and press him down on me.

  “A little less conversation, a little more action, please, Mark.”

  He spreads me with two fingers and blows inside my walls before latching on my hardened nub and suckling the little pebble. I close my eyes, my mouth goes dry and I actually pant and moan.

  “Oh, Mark, that’s it. Good boy.”

  I move my hips and crumple the bed sheets under my hands. When he inserts a finger inside me I sit upright.

  “Oh, god! You’re awesome, Mark. Give me more. Go deeper.”

  I freeze when I open my eyes and see Ms. O’Rourke standing at the door connecting the bedroom to the sitting room. Through the half open door I can see, on the table, a tray with the wine and glasses I had ordered when I checked in but had forgotten all about. She works in the hotel bar, then. What an awkward way to meet again. Or isn’t it?

  Cindy has a hand up her skirt and it’s obvious that she’s enjoying the show Mark and I are putting on for her, involuntary as it may be. Mark notices I’ve stopped moving and lifts his head from my sex to look at me, frowning.

  “What’s wrong, hon?”

  I don’t want him to see her standing there behind him so I smile and pull his head down.

  “Nothing, sweetie, just keep on doing what you’re doing. It won’t be long now.”

  I look at the door again but there’s nobody there. I must have hallucinated. I lie down again and close my eyes. I try to concentrate on Mark but I keep seeing Cindy’s face, breasts, thighs and buttocks, instead. The more I see her, the more excited I get. So, I figure - what the heck? I’ll just play along this time and see where it gets me. I relax my muscles and picture Cindy over me, under me, cuffed to a bed, spreading her legs for me, wiggling her butt i
n my face. I see her in every sexual situation I can imagine and the pleasure finally coils up inside me when I imagine her hot mouth on my throbbing body.

  Mark is fucking me with three fingers and his delicious tongue, but all I see is a certain blonde. I gasp and cry out when the massive climax hits my inner walls. My sex grips Mark’s hand and his tongue flicks my clitoris. I thrust on the bed and wail as loud as I can. My throat gets sore, my muscles tense then relax and I feel faint.

  Mark sits me up on the bed and holds my convulsing body. I haven’t had such an earth-shattering orgasm in ages. I kiss his mouth, my taste is still strong on his tongue and I smile against his lips.

  “Thank you, Mark. I needed that.”

  As he lies me down on the pillow, I’m already asleep, dreaming of Cindy’s soft body pressing against mine.

  When I wake up, Mark has already returned to the office. He knows I prefer it this way. I stretch my body and relive our encounter. There’s something disturbing in the way I climaxed fantasizing about the new receptionist. I’ve never been with a woman, not even during my years in the Catholic boarding school I went to in Boston.

  I’ve never had this reaction to another woman either. I’d understand it if it had happened during college when people experiment. I hadn’t. I guess my nose was too deep into the books to pick up on anything else.

  So I’m caught off guard by these amazing yet new sensations. I like rough sex. I have my own long list of nameless, hot boy-toys I use to fulfill my sexual needs from time to time. I never cared for the vanilla sort of sex so I never expected to be this turned on thinking about the female softness of Cindy’s perfect body. I’m also intrigued by the vision I had. What is wrong with me?

  Unfortunately, I don’t have much time left so I jump off the bed, take a quick shower and return to the office. Whatever had happened in that hotel room seems irrelevant now because I got the orgasm I was looking for.