DECEMBER 16
I woke and luxuriated in the warmth of my sister’s skin against mine. I was spooning her from behind. My arm was around her waist, and hers was on top of mine, possessively holding it in place. Her hair had a faint strawberry smell, which I inhaled deeply.
My fingers lightly traced circles on her mound, an inch from her clit.
Daria’s eyes fluttered open and she sighed. Her body turned to face me. “Good morning,” she whispered and we kissed. She rubbed her pussy on my right thigh.
“I have to get up. I have a meeting with Warner at nine o’clock,” I regretfully informed her.
“Noooo,” she whined. “Stay in bed with me.” She rode my thigh harder.
I forced myself to pull away from my horny lover and got out of bed. “Sorry.”
“Poop,” she amusingly complained and pouted.
“Shower with me,” I suggested. “We’ll play while I get ready.”
Messing around in the shower only worked my girlfriend to a fever pitch. She was naked and frustrated when I kissed her goodbye at the door.
I rode the elevator to the ground floor, stepped out and looked up, thinking about Daria.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the office. “Crystal, reschedule my nine o’clock meeting with Jack for this afternoon please. Something has come up.”
“No problem, Ellie,” she replied. “See you later.”
When I reentered the apartment, Daria heard the door and came out of the bedroom to investigate. She was still naked. “Forget something?” she asked.
I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. “I moved the meeting to this afternoon.”
Her face lit up and she raced to me for a hug. “You spoil me,” she observed merrily.
“Business can wait. Loving you is more important.”
We ran to the bedroom and jumped back into bed.
When I got to the office at one o’clock in the afternoon, Jack Warner took me on site visits to two ongoing construction projects. The architects and construction managers were eager for me to learn what they were doing. I understood some of it, but more went over my head.
As Jack and I walked away from the second construction site, he commented, “You’re doing well, Ms Wallace.”
“Am I?” I asked. “It doesn’t feel like it.”
“That’s because we’re throwing so much at you very quickly,” he said. “You don’t need to understand the technical details. That’s the job of architects, engineers and construction crews. The Trust’s other managers and I organize the work and make sure the it’s done right. Your role is to set general policies and direction. That’s why we’re giving you the overview of everything that’s going on.”
“Crystal tries to tell me the same thing,” I replied. “It hasn’t quite sunk in yet.”
“Crystal Abbott is a wise woman and will be a valuable assistant for you.”
Frazzled by the barrage of information, I wasn’t able to escape the office until six o’clock and went home.
I was relaxing in the living room when Daria stomped into our apartment and threw her coat on a chair before flopping on the sofa next to me. Her long red hair cascaded over the shoulders of her black sweater. Her expression was sulky and annoyed.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“I hate cold weather,” she grumbled, “and I can’t find anything to get you for Christmas.”
It was a cold and cloudy day, and Daria’s coat wasn’t very warm. “I know what I’m going to get you,” I told her. A warm coat would be perfect. And a hat and gloves.
“You do? What?”
“I can’t tell you,” I chuckled.
She frowned. “What do you want for Christmas? I need hints.”
I held up the book I was reading. “I like books. The ladies at the bookshop already know me so I’m sure they can suggest something good.”
My sister/girlfriend nodded. “Okay. What else?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Come on. One more suggestion.”
I considered before answering, “You could get me something sexy to wear for you.”
Daria’s eyes lit up and she chirped, “I can do that!” She kissed me and grabbed my iPad.
I gave her a moment, then asked, “Are you on the Victoria’s Secret website?”
“Maybe.”
I smirked. “I like Fleur Du Mal.” It’s a lingerie shop with gorgeous things.
She googled it, found the website and a minute later exclaimed, “Oh, wow.” Her eyes darted back and forth between me and the iPad screen.
“Getting ideas?” I inquired.
“Uh huh,” she happily replied.
“Maybe I’ll get something like that for you too,” I tossed out there.
Daria froze and stared at me. Apparently she hadn’t considered sexy, lacy things for herself. “I’ve never had fancy lingerie,” she said.
“Well then, I’ll definitely add it to my Christmas shopping list.”
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DECEMBER 17
After a workout in our building’s fitness center, I was relaxing on the sofa with a book.
Daria lifted my feet, sat at that end of the sofa, and lowered my feet onto her lap. I watched as she lifted my right foot again and took the big toe between her lips. She sucked and her tongue twirled around it.
“That tickles,” I told her.
“I’m going to make love to every inch of you, including your toes,” she announced.
“My whole body right now?”
“No. Your toes now. I’ll get to the rest of you over time.”
“Okay. Do you think you can turn me on by sucking my toes?”
“We’re going to find out.” She sucked and licked my big toe for a minute, then moved on to my second toe.
“It feels pretty good,” I admitted. “Toes are surprisingly sensitive.”
She intently sucked more toes in turn, using her tongue to toy with each. It felt alright.
“I can’t help feeling that all of this effort is misdirected,” I observed. I took off my sweater and bra, then my fingers rubbed and lightly pinched my pink nipples. They stiffened quickly. “I have other spots that would benefit more.”
With a toe still in her mouth, Daria watched with obvious longing as my fingers played with my nipples. “I wanted to try something different,” she said and frowned.
“You did, and it feels nice, but my toes just aren’t a big erogenous zone for me. We’ll keep trying new things, I promise. But let’s not forget the proven winners.” I held out my arms in invitation.
Her frown turned to a smile. She crawled up my body and her hands cupped my boobs. Her thumbs swished back and forth across my increasingly excited nipples. She placed little kisses all over my boob flesh. “Mmmm,” I purred appreciatively.
“I love your breasts,” she quietly praised. “I wish mine were bigger.” Her lips captured my right nipple and began to suck.
“Your boobs are perfect the way they are,” I moaned.
She sucked and twirled her tongue around one nipple while her fingers pinched and pulled the other. The exquisite torment went on for several minutes until I was squirming and sweating.
I shoved my hand between my legs. Barely had I touched my clit before I convulsed in orgasmic delight. Electricity surged up my spine and spread to the top of my head and the tips of my fingers and toes. My arms and legs wrapped tight around Daria and hung on for dear life.
“That was wonderful, darling,” I murmured when I’d calmed. “Now it’s your turn.” I began to unwrap my arms from around her.
“No, don’t move,” she urged. “Hold me. I love it.”
“Okay,” I agreed with a smile, and my arms and legs coiled around her again. She was laying on top of me, but was light enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable. Her head nestled against my breasts. One of my hands moved so I could run my fingers through her long hair.
I silently held her for a few minutes and realized she was asleep. It was an intimate moment. I wanted to hold and protect her forever.
She woke before long. “I fell asleep,” she muttered.
“Uh huh.”
“You make a good bed.”
I chuckled. “You can sleep on me anytime you like.”