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When the email announced that I would be the lead violinist in the most prestigious musical set in the country, I knew I had to get on a call with a close friend of mine, Milo Carpenter. 

Milo was a once-in-a-lifetime talent who had retired from actively playing to being the conductor of his show at only thirty years of age. He was the violinist I consistently looked up to and the same man I had a crush on for years. He was tall, with beautiful dark locs, and he never had a clean shave. 

His rough-around-the-edges demeanour drew me in, and as fate would have it, our paths crossed when a mutual friend introduced us at my college's “artists hangout”. We were instantly drawn to each other and kept in touch. Although I initially thought it was weird that he chatted with me like I was his friend and equal, considering he was ten years older and I was only twenty at the time, there was never a dull moment.

It started off platonic, with Milo inviting me to artistic group events where we discovered we had so much in common; This led us to planning paired activities, with me eagerly looking for how to dress to impress him or stealing a glimpse of his features up close. Milo made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help talking to him about everything and nothing every day. 

Soon, our conversations became more intimate, and our chemistry was undeniable. Naturally, holding hands and pecks evolved into steamy romp sessions where I’d scream his name loudly from pleasure. I unabashedly spent several months in and out of his bed, where he plastered imprints of his body in my mind. It felt right, not only because he was all mine whenever he was around but I loved showing him off. Unfortunately, my joys were short-lived because Milo did not think entering a defined relationship was necessary. He had his reasons, mostly because he travelled so much and didn’t believe in long-distance relationships, so we left it at that.  

After calling to tell him the good news, we agreed to meet as usual whenever he was in town, and he even suggested mentoring my plays during those few weeks! The idea of it sent butterflies in my tummy all over again. 

Being the lead violinist would be no easy feat because it would require a chunk of my time travelling and attending practice. So, as soon as I got off the call, I began practising in solitude to ensure I warmed my body back into the rigours of the season while also secretly honing my skills to make sure Milo saw me at my best when we finally met. 

As the days drew closer to our meeting, my self-training became more focused on scales and etudes, but spending no more than four hours a day to prevent my fingers from wearing out. Yet, all the while, my mind kept getting distracted. Just the thought of hearing Milo’s deep baritone voice, or seeing his chiselled face, or taking in the warmth of his soft masculine lips again, ohhh… I spent days recovering from the sensual aftermath. He was always the one who seemed to know how to push all the right buttons all at once,  making my brain go mush. 

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That fateful evening had arrived. I received a text early in the morning from Milo to an old concert hall that was recently being renovated and under his supervision (hence the reason for his trip back this time). The only thing he had instructed me to bring along was my violin, but knowing us, I was sure the night would end with more than just us exchanging musical notes. I wore my shortest maroon gown to amp up the mood. It had a deep V accentuating my fairly large braless breasts, and if I carelessly bent forward, it would ride up, exposing the under cheeks of my ass. I paired it with black tights and heels, making my long legs seem longer and sheer enough for him to see my beautiful red lace thong panties. I made no effort to cover myself with a coat, hoping when he saw my daring outfit, it would turn him on even more. 

When I arrived at the destination, I was greeted by the entrance door, which was locked. I quickly sighted a small latch where a letter was written with instructions on opening the door and a map to get to where Milo was. I chuckled slightly and guessed the evening would be a private event. 

I went to the back of the concert hall, where a reasonably large music room stood. As I looked around and admired the rather dim room, I was drawn to the centre, where the lights enamoured a chair. I turned to the far right and saw a silhouette - I knew it was him. As I made my way to him, albeit slowly, he sent me a text message on my phone and signalled for me to read it,

"You should be at the centre stage, lead violinist. Sit down and play." 

Is this a part of his first lesson as a mentor? I wondered while walking up on stage and finding my way to the seat. The chair was positioned on a podium at a rather high level, and with my outfit, positioning myself to play effectively would mean he would have the perfect view of what was between my legs from where he stood. And although he was encased in the shadows, I knew his eyes saw me struggle and squirm to be a bit more decent. That was when I heard the word "Play" echo loudly across the room. 

My heart started beating loudly for some reason, and frankly, I was beginning to feel a bit flustered. I’ve played the violin in front of Milo a thousand times before, but this was new and never with this much intensity. I quickly crossed my legs, picked up my violin case and brought out the instrument, taking as much time as possible to tune it as my mind raced.

"There's no time to waste when you're lead violinist Lydia. Play." His baritone voice broke through the shadows. 

I heard him take a few steps closer to me, and as he emerged, the dim lights in the room cast a shadow on his beautiful face. My heart skipped for a second, and swallowed hard as our eyes met. “Play” was all that kept ringing in my head. I steadied my breathing, took a deep breath and with my fingers on my violin, I positioned myself and began playing. 

I played my heart out to a classic piece from Tchaikovsky and slid in and out of rhythms flawlessly as practised. When my piece ended, I finally looked up in a daze. I had my eyes closed towards the end, lost in a trance of my own tunes, to find Milo right in front of me, staring at me stoically. He had breached the gap between us and stood about a foot away. His eyes were fixed on my outfit, causing my eyes to trace his, when I noticed my legs were astride and my gown had ridden up, bunching just before my crotch. I quickly crossed my legs and looked down at my violin.

"How well do you want to play?" He finally said after a few minutes.

"I want to be the best," I said quietly.  

"Just the best?" He asked again.

"Better than you," I smiled, giving him a slight smirk. 

"Really? Then you would not have worn that to a meeting we both knew would be a teaching session." He scoffed as he ran his fingers up my tights, causing shivers to run down my spine. 

"Did you go around town in this outfit? Without anything to cover up?" he whispered into my ear as I felt his hot breath against my neck. I clutched the violin and swallowed. 

"I thought you would like it. You said you wanted your women to be a bit more free." I said quietly, taking in his scent and wanting him closer. 

"That means you don't know me." He chuckled as his fingers continued to run down my thighs. "The first rule of being better than your mentor is to know him, and if you knew me, you'd know I don't like sluts.”

My brows contorted into a frown as I heard such derogatory words, but I knew my mind was fighting a lost cause when my crossed legs were now astride. Milo took the opportunity to stand between them. He gently raised his hands, brushed away my hair, and cupped my face while stroking my cheek. His warm lips fell on mine. He enveloped my upper lip, the lower one and returned to where he had started. I began to feel my panties get wet. He quickly grabbed the violin and returned it to its case. As he returned to kiss me, my hands began to stroke his taut muscular back, pulling him closer to me. Suddenly, he broke our kiss. 

“Are you ready to know me, Lydia? Are you ready to be the best?” He firmly but gently said.

“I am ready,” I said in a whisper.  

He smiled. “Close your eyes.” 

Obeying him, I felt him leave our embrace, but he soon returned as I felt a cool cloth, probably made of silk or satin, fall over my forehead and cover my eyes. I was about to say something when he pulled me back into his chest, squeezed my right breast and whispered into my ear, "Do not say anything." 

I became mute, relishing the baritone in his chest on my back. He placed his hands into mine and helped me down from the chair. 

"Follow my lead," he said. I had no idea where we were going, but he gently led me away from the light and into the shadows. With gentle nudges, he told me where to place my feet and halted me when we encountered an obstacle. It felt like a sensual dance. We finally stopped when he whispered, "We are here. Follow my instructions very carefully." 

I nodded, and before I could say anything, I felt myself being hoisted up by my ribcage with his firm grip. My legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, and my hands fell on his neck. I was a little surprised at how much I still trusted this man after all this time as he carried me effortlessly into the room. 

“Sit here for me.” He said as I felt his strong fingers trace down my ribcage into my waist and push me down gently onto a soft and wide padded seat that ran up the sides of my butt, it felt different. With one hand still holding my waist, he traced his fingers to mine and gently placed my hands onto a solid strap. As I grabbed onto them, it clicked in my head! 一 I knew I was undoubtedly on a swing as my feet were now airborne! This is new. 

As he pulled back slowly and left me alone, I found myself clinging on tightly to the solid hand straps and moving my hips around against the seat. That was when I felt a hard surface behind me that felt like what I assumed to be a large door. It held my position, and I adjusted myself to get more comfortable, with my gown slowly riding up even more, past my crotch and going midway up above my ass cheeks. 

“Lydia, I need you to know that I dislike mixing business with pleasure,” Milo whispered. 

“Why would you wear such slutty clothing and get me so hard?” He said in a hot breath as he kissed me again. 

I could feel his hands finally reach my pussy, and I held on the straps for dear life. I was sure that my juices had soaked through to the tights. His hands connected with my clit, and a throaty moan escaped my lips.  

I could feel Milo cup my face, and he kissed my moan away, only this time he took the blindfold too. When I met his eyes, I could see he was just as flushed as I was. His gaze was soft but fiery, letting me know whatever he would do to me would be solely for pleasure. 

“Are you a slut?” He said as his fingers reached my breasts and squeezed while rubbing my covered clit. 

“No, I'm not,” I whispered, thoroughly turned on. 

“Let’s find out.” He slightly chuckled. 

He kissed my forehead and left the room, returning with a pair of scissors. Before I could say anything, I felt the cold edge of its rounded-tip blade against my skin. He never broke eye contact and kept giving my lips airy kisses as he ripped away my dress, tights and panties, leaving me in tatters. My body relished the feeling as my clit jerked from the cool breeze, and my nipples stood at attention. 

He moaned in my ear as he sighted my naked body and leaned in to kiss me again, this time more fervently. 

“Since you have decided to look like a slut, I will fuck you like one.” He finally moaned in my ear and stepped away from me. 

Milo picked me up easily from the swing with one swift move, placing my feet gently on the floor. I wasn’t even aware I had lost my shoes in our rendezvous until my feet had touched the ground. Slowly, he spun me around, and his hands guided my back to his chest. Gently, he peeled off the rags from my body and, with his fingers, made gentle circles around my shoulders and upper back, kissing my nape and tracing it down my spine, making me shiver from pleasure. 

Taking the swing seat and bringing it over my head towards my chest, Milo positioned it against the bottom of my bosom. Unsure of what he had planned, I stiffened, but he allayed all fears when he brushed my hair softly behind my right ear and with a hot whisper, he mouthed one word, “Relax,” causing my body to soften instantly. Leaning me forward with one broad palm resting against my back and another against my left hip, Milo instructed, “Hold onto these straps and bend over for me,” causing me to obey immediately. With the seat positioned comfortably below my chest as I looked down towards the ground, I found that I was in an almost standing doggie position, yearning for his next anticipation. 

As he gently leaned me over, my legs parted with my ass right before him. I could feel his hardness as I pushed back against him, hungry for more attention, but he knew how to tease me and kept pushing me away. Soon, I felt something slippery on his hands as he grabbed my ass cheeks firmly, causing me to match his ragged breathing as he massaged them in between squeezes.

Decisively, his fingers reached the engorged lips of my pink slit, which was now saturated with the heavy flow of my warm juices. The combination of pain, pleasure and nasty words created a cocktail of moistness, and Milo knew just how to make me coo as he circled around my nub, playing with varying pressures and intensity. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as he pushed me further into the seat and hoisted my ass higher. He tactfully dragged his finger upward along the valley between my ass cheeks. I felt him bend, and I could swear he was looking at my ass hole. I wondered if he enjoyed watching the pulsating motion of it. My question was answered when he circled the rim with the pad of his thumb and gave my entrance a light push.

“Fuuuccckkk,” I yelled. With each circular motion, Milo could see me shiver. They grew more profound when he simultaneously slid his fingers against my flushed slit and back up to my cheeks.

"Look at you, groaning under my strokes like the little slut you are,” Milo laughed, applying more pressure with his finger against my hole. He then traced his other fingers to explore the opening of my pussy. 

"I’m your little slut”, I belted out, unsure where that had come from, but he seemed pleased because he pushed his full finger length deeper into my ass hole and pussy and whisked them out of me with one quick pull. I jerked up in pleasure.

Using both hands, Milo pulled my ass cheeks apart as he leaned down to lick up all the juices from my pussy entrance to the rim of my hole. He took his time and licked all my crevices like he was entitled to them. I knew he could feel my breathing get harsher, and he knew I was close to cumming when he lay a wet, smacking kiss on my rim before rising to his full height.

Milo then pushed his finger into my ass hole and slapped my ass repeatedly with his free hand. 

"What the fuck are you doing to me, Lydia?" He asked in grunts. 

I moaned in ambiguous syllables as Milo slid his levelled digits in and out of me. He swatted an ass cheek again, and I was sure pale handprints would be left behind.

"I can’t seem to get enough of you.”  He said in a low tone. 

Pulling his wet fingers from my love hole, I felt him part my ass cheeks again and dribble more slippery substance into me. He used as much of it to prime me and then said smoothly, “Are you ready for your finale?” 

I nodded almost comically as he placed all three fingers and a fourth into me while another hand expertly rubbed my clit simultaneously. The sensation of being stretched out in my love hole caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and that was when I felt my orgasm rising! My body shivered even more as he thrust and rubbed against me faster and faster, matching each breath. Once again, I gripped down hard against the hand straps and cried,  “Oh god, oh god! I’m cumming!” Without a moment’s notice, I came, quivering hard, thankful that Milo held onto my hips as my knees caved in.

Resting my body weight against the soaked-up swing seat and catching my breath, I heard Milo chuckle as my juices trickled out of me, planting kisses of praise on my ass cheeks and lower back. 

“Welcome to your first lesson, lead violinist,” Milo said softly. 

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I sighed as I slowly pushed open the blinds and saw Big Dave leaning on his counter with a smile. I stepped back, letting him know what I had in store, causing him to run a hand through his head. He chuckled, and in a few seconds, he removed his shirt in response.

He was game. 

Using our windows, we participated in a hilarious game of striptease, texting each other what we liked about each other's bodies. That fine line was no longer there, and we were in dangerous territories. Finally, I went to the bedroom, where my bra and panties came off. He was now in his underwear, and I was fully nude but surprisingly not shy.

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"What a day, Lydia!" Nicole chimed into my ear, raising one of the cups of my headphones while I buried myself in the changing room's locker. Without warning, my nose was instantly filled with her breath's warmness and signature floral perfume. 

I could tell she had finished eating popcorn, and I was sure the sweetness of the aftertaste still lingered on her tongue. I tried as much as possible to whisk her scent away by remaining stoic, but I could not help when the corners of my mouth folded into a smile. With no remorse, I turned to face her, and my heart began to flutter. 

"Why are your ears plugged after such a perfect set?" Nicole laughed, showing those perfect pearly whites that caught everyone's attention, especially mine, "I did not expect the team to tell me you were still here. You should be out celebrating."

I let my brain construct a perfect response as my eyes lingered on her outfit and body. I traced every curve on her and marvelled at the beautiful juxtaposition of hills and valleys. She was the object of my deepest thoughts on some rather lonely nights when I wanted to run my tongue through them. 

My feelings were not necessarily new to me. Heaven knew the feminine erotic art that hung on my bedroom wall during my late teens was not because I loved the artist, or so I had let my mother think, but because I was so intrigued by the very silhouette that is a woman's body. 

Nicole, the novel and younger assistant swim coach, was the stark aide-mémoire of those emotions I had repressed, and what drew me to her was how unabashed she was of her sexuality. "Pansexuality," or whatever she called it, was what she described as being attracted to people because they were people, and that was the new motto I had recently sworn to live by. If I were to get involved with a woman, I would want someone as fun and bold as she was to be my first. 

I initially had met her at a bar, and we even flirted a little before all hope was thrashed when the head coach introduced her as a temporary replacement for her assistant, who had just had a baby. Yet, we made sure to keep it light which I was sure would have no consequences. 

My lingering eyes finally caught hers, and I responded with as much suavity as I could muster. "Well, now that you're here, there's no reason to have them plugged. Besides, I'll celebrate when we win the tournament." 

"The whole school's super excited about it. Who would've thought you'd make the swim team a household name? You guys have never come this far before." She smiled as she drew me into a hug. 

Although a seemingly harmless act, I was only dressed in my swimsuit. We had shared hugs before but not with this much skin. Unfortunately, the barely-there swimming bra she wore and short shorts was too much of an invitation. She felt soft, and she felt warm. More so, it felt like she didn't want to let me go. 

"You flatter me, Nicole," I replied after a considerable time, breaking the hug.

"Who would've thought I'd be friends with a household name?" She excitedly chimed through what seemed to be hurt in her eyes. When it came to my relationship with her, I always threaded carefully. We were barely three years apart in age, but school rules were not meant to be broken. 

My mind began racing, so I quickly turned to face my locker and wondered why she might have been upset. Still, sadly nothing came to mind, so much so that in a few seconds, it had reached a point where my brain began to question if our relationship was not as platonic as it seemed. I swallowed. I needed her to say something. 

"Ugh, you're sticky. Why haven't you showered yet? Everyone has left." Her voice came through, crumbling all likelihoods in my head.

Whatever this situation was, it was precisely the problem. 

With Nicole and I, lines had never been crossed, yet, I hoped they eventually would.

"Have I told you the amusing story of why I don't shower till everyone leaves?" I said, salvaging the situation and keeping the air light. I could always make her laugh.

"Humor me! Because even the head coach seems fed up with you." she joked as she sat on the bench behind me. 

"Okay, if you insist," I chuckled as I grabbed my bathrobe, shielding away my nudity and removing whatever clothing I had on. We were somewhat close and knew how to get along, but I was grateful that whatever Nicole looked like underneath her clothes was only a figment of my imagination. 

I turned to look at her and winked. She looked like a goddess as she leaned back into the bench and fluffed her hair. Her ostensibly harmless act of getting comfortable pushed her breasts forward, and it was the most erotic thing I had seen. The gentle rise and fall of her chest did not help matters either. I swallowed. I started feeling hot, and all familiar moistness formed in my panties. I needed to lighten the air.

"So, thirteen-year-old me was the captain of my county's junior swim team." I croaked.

"That doesn't seem so bad." Her voice echoed. It was light, cheery, and indicative that she had not caught me drooling.  

"Mind you. It was a mixed team with mixed bathrooms." I garnered courage as I tightened my robe and turned back to her.

"Oh, God!" She snorted, melting my heart once again.

I signalled to her to pass the bag next to her so I could get my flip-flops and shower essentials. 

"It still baffles me because I have no idea why my conservative mother thought it would be a good idea to enrol her pride and joy in such an extracurricular program," I grinned.

"Church lady?" She giggled.

"No, just a very moral woman." I made a face. "Now, as you'd know by now, my very exploratory self decided to flaunt the rule that the guys should shower in the shared bathroom first."

"No! Lydia" She threw her head back in amusement.

"What was there in a penis I hadn't seen before? My eight-year-old brother had one." I smiled as her eyes lit up. 

"I was stealth." I dramatized, "I waited until the last guy was in the shower, and when no one was looking, I walked in."

"Tell me why, my virgin eyes see what looks nothing like my brother's penis but solid, red, and with veins?" I wailed.

"He was masturbating?" She said in between giggles. 

"I have no idea," I laughed as all my drama landed me right before her. It was so good to see Nicole happy. 

"I'm sorry you had to see that." She smiled, tugging on my robe and loosening it a bit. I assumed it was harmless, but I wanted to see what she would do next.

"You're a cool kid Lydia." She smiled as her fingers reached my thigh like a light breeze. I wasn't sure she didn't do it intentionally, but I was rattled. I was sure I would have begged her to push them much higher if she had moved them again. 

"A cool kid who needs a shower, " I said, moving ever slightly away from her. 

"Maybe I should come and watch you." Nicole winked, "You know, as payback for that poor kid."

"Maybe you should." I swallowed, hoping I wasn't taking things too far, "But I can assure you that my showers are nothing like those commercials." I recovered. 

"Oh, what are they like?" She coaxed. 

If the head coach walked in on this conversation, she would bench me for weeks. All sense left my head as my fingers stupidly now found their way to her body to tickle her. This newfound courage probably resulted from texting her too often and being invited to hang out with her outside practice. Her enticing laughter reverberated through the room, and I could not stop. I was getting in too deep. 

"Okay, okay, stop it." She finally spoke, catching her breath and pushing me away. Unfortunately, her efforts were futile as I was pretty close to her face and entrapped in her space. My eyes registered every wrinkle, every pimple, and the glitter she had in her soul. I was unsure whether I wanted to leave when she reached up and caressed my cheek. 

I quickly withdrew, embarrassed at my fright. I had no idea what that meant.

"You don't have to flinch whenever I touch you, Lydia." She shyly stated.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I swear it is not that. You said I was sticky." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. 

"Okay. It's fine," Nicole smiled. 

"I'll be out in a few. Just give me a second," I begged.

Those few minutes in the shower were the longest of my life. 

All I could think of as I washed myself was Nicole. Her face was plastered in my imagination, and it was torture. I wanted her so badly but had to spare myself of all the longing. After all, things were only forbidden because society said they were but, if we started anything and she left the job in a few months, as she had hinted, no one would know… right?

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was alarmed when soft hands enveloped my waist. 

Startled, I turned. "Nicole, is that-"

Shutting me up, her soft lips enveloped and caressed mine slowly. It was gentle initially, but as soon as she began to invade my innermost corners with her tongue, I knew I was a goner. My hands were plastered to my body, and I could not move. I had no idea what prompted her to kiss me, but I liked it. More so, I liked that we could get in trouble for it.

“Nicole, we shouldn’t-“ I tried to say.

“Don’t overthink this, Lydia. You and I know we should’ve done this the first night we met,” She said between kisses. 

I nodded. I had lost this battle. 

I must have been dreaming because I had no idea how she started planting kisses on my neck and shoulders. When she grazed the back of my ear, I couldn't breathe. I wanted all of her, and I needed all of her. 

My hands finally regained life in them, and I cupped her face and replied to every kiss with as much enthusiasm as I could. It was her air I was breathing as the water dripped and washed all hesitation away. This moment was where I wanted to be.

"Are you okay with this? Should I continue?" Nicole asked as she stared into my disbelieving and questioning eyes. 

"Yes, yes, please," I replied. 

We were just getting started.

I had no idea how she would get home because she stood before me with soaked clothing, but I did not care. My hands traced the outline of her bra made of sturdy material, and quickly unhooking it, I watched the contraption fall to the floor. 

"You are so beautiful, Lydia," she whispered, admiring her oval areolas and nipples that glistened as the water bathed them. My hand reached lower to help her remove her shorts. 

"You're perfect," Nicole quickly replied, closing the gap and drowning me in her kisses. Reaching behind me to switch off the water, she kissed me again and bent to take my nipples into her mouth. Like a skilled lover, she paid ample attention to each globe, forming a pyramid of kisses between my mouth and breasts. Every suckle was followed by rolling my nipples on her tongue and biting down softly on them. 

I began to inhale deeper and deeper. I needed more, and I wanted more. 

"I need you against the wall. Make sure you grip the railings," Nicole whispered as she pushed me backward. 

Snaking one hand down my thighs, she instructed me to part my legs. I was entirely bare for her, and I knew we were now past the point of no return. 

She caught my eyes and ensured they followed her as she lowered herself to the front of my mound. I hadn't shaved in a while, but she seemed not to care. It was as though she wanted me in whatever form I came in. 

I could feel her hot breath on my entrance, waiting for her to make a move and amaze me, but she didn't. Instead, she brought each thumb to my pussy, pushed my legs apart, and opened my lips. My exposed clit was so sensitive, and she knew. 

With a smile, she began to blow hot, repetitive breaths, and I had no idea when a soft moan escaped from my lips. A sly smirk played on Nicole's face as she continued, ensuring she was staring into my eyes. I watched as she finally lifted her tongue and licked my entire stretched-out vulva with one swift stroke.

"Fuck”, I sighed, releasing every form of inhibition from me. I wanted Nicole to do it again. I needed Nicole to do it again. 

Like a mind reader, she flicked on my bean repeatedly, alternating between making circles and drawing it into her mouth as she pursed her lips to create a vacuum. She did it repetitively, following my moans and knowing exactly when to intensify her worship and when to allow me to beg her for more. 

When she was sure I could not take it any longer, she gave me one hard lick and pushed two fingers into me. I was surprised at how quickly my body latched onto her digits. Soon she found a rhythm I could sync to, and I felt myself bobbing up and down as she drilled my core gently. She felt so good inside me. 

Finally falling prey to her exquisite ministrations and getting to the edge of my orgasm, she flipped me around, pushed her fingers into me, opened my ass cheeks, and gave my asshole one firm hard lick. 

I crumbled right there and then as ecstatic explosions rippled through my head. 

I was floating.

I had no idea when Nicole got up from where she was, but I could feel her erect nipples against my back and her soft hands cupping my breast and gently kneading as though petting me as I came down from my high.

"This is just barely the beginning, Lydia.” She said, planting kisses on my back. 

I had nothing to say. 

 “You can't keep pretending to shy away from my touch when you were always practically begging for it," Nicole whispered.

"You knew," I said between heavy breaths as I began to regain myself. 

"I always knew." I heard her chuckle.

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I stretched in my seat and rubbed my eyes, feeling the tension in my body. It was a long flight and I couldn’t wait to get to my hotel room for even a few hours of proper sleep. Soon my plane landed and I could finally stretch my back. While I was walking through the tunnel into the airport’s building I slowed down and pulled out my phone, turning on the camera to take a look at myself. I shouldn’t have cared about the way I looked, no one could look good after such a long flight, but I did. And the reason why I felt this way was getting more and more obvious to me.

When I found out I was going to Japan for the work trip I felt eager. I always wanted to visit the country and get submerged in the culture, but there was another reason for my excitement, one that I tried to ignore - James, my coworker, lived here. So far the only way we connected was through Zoom calls and even during these brief moments I felt that there was a connection between us. We often talked about things that didn’t have anything to do with our work and it made me feel like I was a teenage girl who was having a major crush but, I’m not going to lie, it felt nice to be this excited about someone! And now that I was about to meet him, things were shifting. Would I still feel the same way about James once we meet? Will he feel the same way about me? I wouldn’t know until I saw him.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the terminal, then into the waiting area, looking around. There he was, James standing about 6 feet tall, slightly taller than I had expected and wearing a blue button down shirt just like he said with a wide smile on his face.

“Hi,” I said shyly, walking closer to him.

“It’s nice to finally see you this close, Anne,” he smiled in return, taking my luggage. “Wow, this is heavier than I thought.”

“That’s the weight of being a photographer,” I laughed, trying not to think about the cheeky thing that was tucked between my equipment. When my roommate, Vanessa, was dropping me at the airport she presented me with a belated birthday gift – a neatly wrapped vibrator. She said that I’d need it, given how little action I was getting over the past few months which to be fair was valid, considering how busy work has gotten now that my advertising company offers multiple packages that included global services. 

“Hope you didn’t wait for me too long.” I moved to stand beside him, as we started walking to the exit.

“I wouldn’t care if it was longer, because any wait would’ve been worth it.”

I tried my hardest not to squirm at his words. I didn’t want to look like a naive, easily impressed woman, but my body had a mind of its own.

“How was your flight? Hope it wasn’t too tiring,” he asked, distracting me from my thoughts.

“It was long, but nothing I can’t handle,” I assured him. It was an early morning in Japan, but I still was ready to go to bed after a few restless hours of sleep on the plane. “I’m surprised you’re the one meeting me. I thought they’ll just send the driver.”

“They wanted to, but I volunteered to go instead.”

James didn’t follow up on his words, we just continued to walk to his car, but I didn’t just want to hear more, I needed to hear more.

“Is there a reason for it?” I asked once we stopped next to his car.

James turned to me, looking down at my body before he glanced back into my eyes. I felt fully awake at that moment, my heart beating fast.

“Isn’t it obvious?” James asked, his voice low. “I wanted to finally meet you in person and besides, who better than me to make sure you get to your hotel room safely.” 

Heat ran through my body at his words and I didn’t know how to react. Was he always this sweet? Luckily, James got busy with my luggage and I could get into the car and have a breather before my thoughts began to race. I’ve felt this electricity between us before, but now, that we were this close, it was ten times stronger. 

“We’ll be at the hotel soon, so you’d have time to rest,” James said to me. “Unless you had something else in mind?”

“No, the hotel is fine,” I smiled, not sure if his words meant something or if it was just my imagination. Our drive to the hotel took much less time than I expected. Our conversation just seemed to flow so easily that I wasn’t even thinking about the time at all. After parking the car, James followed me into the hotel, but all the while I could only think about one thing – I didn’t want him to leave my side, not right now when we finally met. 

Our small talk continued to the reception and we were having such a good time bantering. The check-in process went smoothly and soon I had the keys to my room in my hands. Turning over to James, I politely asked, “So you don’t have to walk me all the way to the room if you don’t want to, you've already done so much for me.” As soon as I said those words, I bit on my tongue, secretly hoping that he would come with me.

“Hey, that’s no problem at all Anne. I promised Mr Mitsumoto (our client) that I’d take great care of you and so I must insist.” Grabbing my luggage, James led the way towards the lift lobby. 

I don’t know if this was his way of charming me by being such a sweetheart but whatever it was, he was definitely leaving an impression! I just nodded, trying to hide my excitement. We stepped inside the elevator and part of me was excited by the fact that there were only the two of us in this small space.

“Honestly I still can’t believe that you came here after all! I know how busy your schedule must be back in Singapore, but Mr Mitsumoto really insisted that we flew you this weekend because he really loves your photography and your aesthetic eye for detail and quite frankly, I couldn't have agreed more.” There was a warmth and sincerity in his voice and I couldn’t have felt more appreciated and seen in that moment. Then, I felt a light touch on the back of my hand, which at first I thought was an accident but, when the back of his palm continued to stay there, lightly brushing up against mine, it left an impact on me more than I would’ve liked to admit.

Taking my chance, without any words, I gently extended my pinky finger towards his, then the rest of my other fingers, pretending to give them a bit of a stretch. He reciprocated. In that moment, every floor that went by felt like an eternity and with each tease, it shot electricity throughout my body and I knew for certain that I wasn’t alone.

‘DING!’ As the elevator door opened, there was an awkward moment at first then, James held his hand out to open the door ushering me to walk out first and I coyly exited, tucking my hair behind my ear. After a short walk down to my room 801, I finally spoke. 

“So, I guess this is goodnight. Thank you so much James for all your hospitality!”

“No problem, glad I could help.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow at… 8am?”  

“Yes, that’s right, well… I shouldn’t be holding you up then…” With arms wide open, James leaned in for a hug and I followed. Pressing my chest up against his, he gripped me firmly, both forearms around my back and we stayed that way for a while. I could feel my heart about to explode at this point! As we slowly pulled back, his arms began to loosen its grip, gliding them down from my upper back to my lower back then resting his hands on my hip. Our eyes meet and now our faces are just inches away from one other. I could feel him breathing over me. Heavy. Hot. flustered. Just like mine. Then, without missing a beat, instinctively, our lips immediately locked in with our tongues rolling around passionately, wet and hungry in each other's mouth.

There was a rush in our movements, even if we didn’t acknowledge it. Both of us wanted to just get inside and close the door. I could barely scan my keycard while James struggled to push my luggage into the room. Closing the door behind us, we turned around and continued to pash faces as we clumsily found our way into the room. 

With every kiss, excitement and desire filled my body and I opened my mouth for him, feeling his tongue inside. All my tiredness was long gone, transformed by the desire I felt in James’ arms. His mouth was still moving against mine when his hands dipped under my top, touching my stomach, and moving to my breasts. I let out a whimper and James stopped, looking at me.

“Is this okay?” he asked, making me smile. It was endearing to see how much he cared about my comfort. I grabbed his hand, pushing it up until it was laying on my breast.

“More than okay,” I grinned, ready to give all of myself to him.

My trembling hands went to his shirt, fighting the buttons and pulling it off his shoulders, putting my palms on his hard chest. My top was off too, his mouth moving against the top of my breasts, sucking gently and making me moan softly.

“You sound so hot,” James said, sending a rush of goosebumps up my body. “I want to hear you moan louder.”

“Mmm, you’d have to work for it,” I laughed.

“I love a challenge,” James kissed me again, this time messily, making me think even more about the wetness between my legs. “I’m eager to see how much of a mess I can turn you into.” This is a totally wilder side to James that I never imagined existed and somehow, it was hitting all the right notes with me. 

After this offer our clothes got off even faster. At that moment I didn’t care that James could see my body for the very first time, that I could see his. James stepped closer to me, his hand laying on my waist, then moving down over the curve of my hip, making me feel excited about what was going to happen next. He looked me right in the eyes when his palm slid lower, right between my legs, making me gasp.

“You’re so wet already Anne,” there was a smug smile on his face, but I didn’t care about it, not now when I could feel his fingers against my clit. “I can’t imagine what you would’ve done if I wasn’t here.”

“I…” I could barely collect my thoughts and he wasn’t even moving his hand against me yet. “Well… I happen to have a vibrator with me… you know… just in case.” 

James laughed softly, pulling his hand away, just to push me closer to the bed.

“I love a woman who comes prepared, but I hope you’d prefer my company at the moment.”

“Don’t ever doubt it,” I smiled, feeling growing heat between my legs. I needed James to touch me right this moment before I would start begging him for it.

“I’m sure I can make you cum harder than any toy could anyway,” he moved around the bed and laid on his back, his head resting next to my hips. I looked down over the length of his body, enjoying the view of his hard cock. “You should let me show you.”

He tugged on my leg and I didn’t realize what he wanted at first, but soon all of my doubts were gone – James wanted me to sit on his face. With my cheeks burning, I did it but turned myself so I would face his body and his cock. I wanted to make him enjoy it just as much as he did.

“Come here, sweet Anne,” I heard his words, before he pulled on my thighs, making me lower my body.

His tongue was on my clit in an instant, teasing me, making me moan out loud. The strokes of his tongue were slow and gentle, only igniting my desire. But I didn’t have to suffer alone, did I? I leaned over him, my breasts resting against James’ stomach when I started to lick his tip slowly, my tongue brushing over the firm softness.

“Go slower,” I heard him groan.

“You too,” I could only answer, trying to prolong our mutual pleasure.

The more insistent his tongue was against my folds the deeper I was taking him in my mouth. What started slow and gentle was now turning into something fervent and rushed. My pussy was aching with the pleasure I felt when James was flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit again and again, making my body tense in anticipation. When I was sucking him I was just matching what he did to me, my lips aching around his shaft.

Another one of my moans was muffled with his cock and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I pushed my body forward, letting him see my even wetter slit.

“Make me cum,” I asked, leaving his cock for a moment. “Please.”

“Gladly,” I couldn’t see James’ eyes, but his husky voice told me all I needed to know.

I continued to move my mouth over his shaft, while James pushed his fingers inside my slick core, fucking me fast and insistent. My walls were tightening around him, his thumb on my clit only making my pleasure feel sharper, before my body gave up, letting the pleasure flood me. All of my moans were still muffled by his length, my orgasm squirting onto his chest, creating a mess that James didn’t seem to mind at all.

I tried my best to continue pleasuring him, but seeing my climax seemed to be enough to help James finish too, his warm cum filling up my mouth. I was just glad that I could make him feel just as good as I felt. I rolled off him, laying on my back.

“I don’t think I’d be able to catch any sleep after this,” I confessed, hoping I didn’t look like too much of a mess.

“Then I have another offer,” James smiled, moving closer until our faces were against each other. “We could continue.”

I smiled, leaning for a kiss.

Sleep is overrated anyway.

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