and touch myself while they watch.’ Zara stammered out the words, but she found, to her surprise, that the sound of her own voice saying naughty things aroused her as much as him.
‘I most definitely would like to see that little show. In fact, I’ve been imagining this since the day we met. I sat there in that meeting wondering what you’d look like with your shirt open and your pants pulled down. Sweating and squirming and begging for my prick. Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you here in your little self-love nest?’
Zara let out a moan of assent.
‘But first you should get yourself nice and wet. Take down your pants like a good girl and show me what you do when you’re alone. Not with that toy though. I want to see you get your fingers dirty.’
She fumbled with her belt and pushed her jeans and knickers down so her trimmed triangle of pubic hair was revealed. She jammed her hand between her legs and began to strum. He watched until her knees were wobbling and each breath was a groan.
‘Well done. I’m very impressed with your work, Zara, but I have to say I’m disappointed to hear you do your naughty business all on your own when every man in this company would be very motivated by this presentation.’
Zara let out a soft ‘oh’ of shame and desire. He pressed into her from behind and brought his hands around to cup her breasts. Flicking the nipples devilishly, he hissed in her ear, ‘Are you ready for my cock now, love? Do those men in the mirror put their cocks inside you, one after the other, as you lie back on the conference table?’
‘No,’ she admitted, her eyes fixed on his large hands squeezing her breasts with practised skill. ‘I promise them they can have me after I come, but then I do something very bad. I leave them trapped in there with their hard cocks still aching in their pants.’
‘Aren’t you the little cocktease? Well, that’s not going to happen today, is it? I know just how to give you what you deserve. I’m going to lie down on that couch and you’re going to ride me like a cowgirl. Take off all your clothes now and get a condom out of your purse. Be quick. Every boss likes an employee who takes directions well.’
Zara was all too happy to follow his instructions. Paul pushed his jeans down to his thighs and stretched out on the couch, looking rather lordly. He watched coolly as she sheathed him, but couldn’t restrain a moan when she sank down onto his tool.
‘Watch yourself,’ he whispered. ‘Watch yourself get what’s coming to you after teasing all of those poor men with your naughty show.’
Zara ground her clit into him, her eyes dutifully fixed on her own nude body. The sight gave her a secret thrill. She might look more vulnerable than he did, all dressed and proper as he was, but she knew she held the real power within her naked, radiant flesh. She bucked and whimpered as the sensations intensified in her pussy. Her skin shimmered with a thin film of sweat. She could tell Paul was close, too. Could he hold out for her? She clutched him with her secret muscles, willing herself to finish first.
Then, as if he’d pushed himself inside her head as well as her body, he barked out another order. ‘Be quick about it now, Zara. You have to be at a meeting in fifteen minutes.’
It was the perfect touch.
She cried out and rammed herself onto him as the orgasm ripped up through her torso. Bucking and sobbing, she milked him until her contractions faded. Then he began to thrust, up and up into her. She tightened her thighs around him, really riding him like a cowgirl at a rodeo. He grunted like an animal as he emptied himself into her. She watched that in the mirror, too.
She had to admit Paul, too, looked especially radiant after a good orgasm.
Afterwards, they lay together on the couch idly admiring their own reflections.
‘Now I know why you enchant every man in the room. You’re standing up there all smug and satisfied, still wet and swollen in your knickers, while you lecture us on marketing strategy. On some level we know it, and we’re transfixed by every word.’
‘Perhaps you might suggest my approach as a model the next time you tell some poor CEO how to improve morale,’ she teased.
‘First I’m going to have to study your methods further. Do promise you’ll invite me back here some time. For professional observation, of course.’
Zara flashed them both a secret smile in the mirror.
That was an action item she was sure to follow up on.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Lolita Lopez
It was all that scratching and tugging that got me so hot. I kept my eyes closed as Blake shampooed my hair. Her perfectly manicured nails scratched my scalp, setting the skin alight with tingles as she swirled her fingertips through my foamy hair. The scent of the ultra-expensive vegan shampoo, a heady mix of peppermint and the woodsy musk of cedar, filled my nose and relaxed me. The soft lavender notes of her perfume complemented the shampoo and left me wanting to inhale more deeply.
As she leaned across me to better reach the back of my head, her small breasts brushed against mine. My eyes flicked open, and I was greeted with the enticing view of her cleavage. I recognised the hot pink push-up bra because I had one just like it in my lingerie drawer at home, albeit in a much larger cup size. The front of Blake’s V-neck T-shirt gaped as she continued to scrub my hair. The jiggling flesh right before my eyes left me feeling dizzy and hot. I wondered what it would be like to drag my tongue over the swell of her breast. Would she purr with delight? God, I hoped so.
I found my reaction to Blake a bit puzzling. In twenty-nine years, I’d never been this attracted to another woman. Oh, I’d noticed beautiful women and sometimes found my gaze lingering on the athletic types who’d shared my dorm in freshman and sophomore years of college, but I’d never felt like this. She’d stolen my breath away the first moment I’d clapped eyes on her nearly three months earlier. She’d been standing behind the reception desk, just laughing and gossiping away as I’d approached to check in for my usual salon appointment. I’d nearly tripped over my feet. She looked like some kind of spunky little pixie with her white-blonde close-cropped hair and bright smile. As she beamed at me, I’d experienced the strangest frisson of white-hot delight rushing through my belly.
She was different. She affected me so much more than any other person, male or female, ever had. I couldn’t stop thinking of her between visits to the salon. She invaded my dreams and tortured me in my naughtiest fantasies. I wanted her so badly but didn’t know how to tell her. I was so out of my league on this one. It was one thing to make a move on a man. I’d been doing that for ages and knew how to play that game. But going after Blake? I didn’t even know where to start.
‘You seem tense today,’ Blake murmured as she worked her nimble fingers through the rich lather coating my locks. She smiled down at me, and my heart melted. ‘You should book one of Diana’s massages. She’s fabulous!’
‘Maybe,’ I said, my gaze fixed on her smiling mouth. I started to have all sorts of deliciously dirty thoughts that were wholly inappropriate for the salon setting.
‘Am I doing your eyebrows today?’ Her fingers left my hair, and a second later I heard the spurt of water hitting the basin as she prepared to rinse my hair.
‘Yes.’
‘Just
