When she shook my hand, she held it just that fraction longer, staring at me as though almost undressing me and it was as if something passed between us. So, when she came and spoke to me asking me all about my life and how I enjoyed working for Karen I knew it was only a pretense, that what she really wanted, was sex. I could tell by the way her eyes roamed over my body and I must admit I was flattered.
It was because I knew it that I foolishly thought I had the upper hand. I thought I could have a bit of fun, keep her at arm’s length and boost my ego with the attention she was giving me but as the night wore on my feelings for her grew until having sex with her was the uppermost thought in my mind.
I think it was her plainness if I can say that without sounding cruel. Her hair so short, conservative clothes which hid what was an amazing body and those glasses but again it was more than that, it was the double meanings she used when she spoke, as though we were communicating in a secret code.
Everything she said related to sex on some level.
Anyway, after plying me and Karen with drinks, to the point I could barely walk a straight line, and well, I did pretend I was more intoxicated than I really was, that she insisted I stay the night. She assured the others she’d drive me home the next morning and helped me to the spare room. I staggered as we walked, accidently brushing my breast against her arm, wondering if I’s read the signs right if she was really interested or if I’d just imagined it. After pulling down the comforter she left me there and said good night without even a little kiss.
I must say I was disappointed but stripped down to my G-string and jumped in between the cool satin sheets. So, this was how the rich live, satin sheets even in the spare rooms. I could hear her helping Karen to their room and the distinct sounds of Karen throwing up.
Guess she wouldn’t be getting up early tomorrow.
I peered about the room. Mirrored ceiling, very kinky. Floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the marina, antique furniture, half nude prints on the wall and an en suite. Staring up at the mirror I threw back the comforter and stared at my reflection. I ran a hand over my breasts, enjoying the feel of my nipples as they hardened and wondered what they were doing in their room if Karen was passed out or if maybe they were into a bit of sexual activity.
I imagined them naked and that certainly had me itching for some sex of my own. I imagined her body, her toned legs, her back muscular, her well-developed arms holding Karen, the plainness gone the vamp out in force. In my mind’s eye I could see her body over Karen, her back above her as she positioned herself between her thighs, their bodies mashed together in a sexual embrace. It has been stupid of me to think she’d be interested. Now I’d have to face her in the morning, and I blushed when I thought about how stupid I’d been.
The more I thought about them the more I realized one day I wanted a life like this too so when I heard the door handle turn, I tried hard not to let her know I knew she was there. My heart thumped and my stomach fluttered. I’d only managed to pull the comforter halfway up and my breasts were exposed. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing shallow, wanting her to think I was half unconscious, almost asleep due to the alcohol but in reality, I was now so wide-awake, eager in my anticipation of something magical happening and desperate for a good session.
She pulled the comforter down exposing my almost naked body. For moments she just stared but when her hand stole down between my legs, I moaned and tried to roll over, you know, move away from her in the pretense of being asleep. It was only a half-heartened attempt and she quickly rolled me back.
“Hey,” I murmured still pretending to be out of it.
She dropped her robe to the floor and stood there naked staring down at me. Through half closed eyes I saw her silhouette as she was in front of the window and the lights from the marina were behind her and from what I could see she certainly appeared to be in top condition.
“I know you’re awake. Very nice,” she murmured, and I flushed at her compliment.
She was exactly as I imagined. Assertive and in control.