the hell, what can go wrong? It’s not like anyone is going to actually answer the ad correctly,” She laughed and with a clink all around the ladies toasted in agreement and ordered another round of margaritas.
That night as Lilliana lay in bed she thought back over what she and her friends had discussed and wondered what it would feel like to have a man really know what the hell he was doing in bed. To know what it would feel like to have a man do her real slow, take his time and work her until she cried out in mercy, pleading for him to take it easy on her. Make her call his name and like it. No faking, no pretense. A real man would know what she wanted. He’d know just how to handle her.
As her mind brought up images of an unknown stranger’s large hand caressing her, she opened her legs and withdrew the vibrator from her side table drawer and soon a low hum filled the air. She leaned back against the pillows, licked her lips, closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to take over.
Slowly, he’d climb up her body, his dick thick and strong as it slid along the inside of her thigh. As it rubbed against the outer lips of her pussy, the head would be damp with pre-cum before it would thump a happy welcome against the curvature of her belly.
He’d lean down and kiss her. Slowly, skillfully, and completely…kiss her. He’d make love to her mouth like a porn star, sucking and nibbling until the kisses were no longer enough.
She brushed the vinyl-skinned vibrator against her aching, wet pussy, imaging it to be her dream lover’s stiff dick. He’d play with her at first. Tease her wet lips, rubbing and torturing the hidden nub of her clit with the round knob of his penis until she was breathless in anticipation, waiting to see when he’d stop toying and give her what she needed.
Lilliana reached up and lightly cupped a breast in her hand and massaged the large globe and imagined how good it would feel to have a man’s big hand in the place of hers. Lilliana pinched and pulled her nipples until they stood out in stiff peaks while she feathered the rubbery end of the vibrator against her clit. Slowly she eased the broad head of the apparatus into her vagina and groaned out loud as the smooth hardness of being filled to the rim with ten inches of vibrating sensation filled her.
She spread her legs far apart and allowed her knees to fall to the bed as she moved the plastic apparatus, bucking her hips and allowing her mind to imagine a man was riding her…to imagine it was the perfect man, making perfect love to her.
As she ground against the vibrator, she placed the palm of her hand above her pelvic bone and applied slight pressure and soon felt the heady sensation of an orgasm just out of reach. She quickened her pace and roughly massaged her breast and within minutes she cried out long and high as she came.
Once her heartbeat returned to normal and her breathing was once more under control she curled on her side and hugged her body pillow tight.
Lilliana wished with all her might that the sex she’d just had hadn’t been a solo experience and the pillow she was hugging was a real man who’d just made love to her, instead of the fantasy man in her imagination.
A man who knew what to do with a big spankable ass, she thought with a humorless laugh.
2
“Oh, please hold that elevator!” a low, feminine voice cried. Josh reached out just in time to prevent the doors from closing shut.
“Thanks!” The woman rushed inside the jam-packed elevator, the occupants inside pressed shoulder to shoulder, all trying to make it in to their respective offices before eight A.M.
Josh was normally in the office himself much earlier, but he’d had a late start to his day trying to get off the phone with his mother, listening to her badger him about when she could expect a grandchild or two from him.
At twenty-eight years old, marriage and children were nowhere on his to-do list for the near future. No matter what lectures his mother gave about sperm count and his ability to father children decreasing with every year, he didn’t produce a grandchild for her.
As the woman moved inside, Josh’s gaze absentmindedly raked over her small body and an appreciative, purely male smile spread across his face. The elevator was so packed that she’d somehow gotten squashed between a very large guy and the wall, and from his vantage point, he didn’t bother to pretend not to check out her breasts, full and flowing over in the peasant-style blouse she wore.
The blouse pushed them together and the soft-looking, large brown globes were high and firm-looking, her nipples straining against the bra she wore. Josh loved it when a woman’s nipples poked her bra, unable to be contained…the sight was hot as hell. And this woman had his mouth watering when he saw the way her nipples were almost revealed through her gauzy blouse.
She kept her head down and her gaze averted and Josh looked down at the soft curls covering her head. He stopped himself from reaching out to see if her hair was as soft as it looked.
He inhaled, deeply, her fragrance reaching his nostrils. She smelled like a mixture of cinnamon and nutmeg. Either he was hungry from missing breakfast, or she smelled good enough to eat. Either way, she’d caught his attention. The thought of eating her appealed a lot more to him than his healthy rice bran cereal did. He subtly adjusted his pants.
The elevator jostled when the door opened up and as passengers left, more entered the overcrowded space. The woman stumbled when the large guy she was pressed against all but shoved her aside as he tried to get out of the elevator door before it closed.
Josh reached out to help steady her. Her skin felt smooth as butter when his fingers sank into the soft brown skin of her upper arm.
When she mumbled a thank you and glanced up at him, he felt sucker-punched.
It was her.
He’d seen her off and on for the last two weeks and this was the closest he’d ever come to seeing her up close. The first time had been in line in the large cafeteria the firm provided, during a late lunch.
She’d worn a badge clipped to her blouse, so he knew she worked for Longmire, Lieberman and Strauss, the same financial investment firm that he worked for. But unlike the sexy, curvy woman, he didn’t have to wear a nametag identifying who he was. That was something he’d not had to wear since he’d been promoted to upper management.
He’d been two people behind her in line and had done his best to get closer, to get a better look at her. But his uncle had chosen that moment to find him and pulled him away to discuss a new client’s portfolio.
Josh rarely ate at the cafeteria, but after seeing her there the first time, his interest had been piqued. He’d gone in every day over the last two weeks to try and corner the elusive woman who’d captured his attention, and find out her name.
Josh had an appreciation for all women, no matter their race, color or hue…fine was fine. And this woman was fine as hell. Her skin was the color of rich milk chocolate and her large, light brown eyes—almost too big for her face—were framed with thick, dark eyelashes. His gaze quickly slid down to her lips and he restrained a groan.
Her lips weren’t exactly large, but they were lush enough to send his libido into hyper-drive, imagining what inventive things she could do with them…what he could do to them.
Especially when she pulled the lower, lush one into her mouth with her top teeth and slowly allowed it to pop back out as they stared at one another.
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