I stopped to take a breath and just could not believe the furious pace of work in my office this morning.
Jennifer, I said to myself, when did it all get so nuts?
I own an ad and graphics agency deep into all forms of marketing and we were all running around like crazy people trying to meet deadlines and cover the workload.
I’d already had three meetings and a con call and it wasn’t even 11 am yet.
Phones ringing like a newsroom all around me, my head was spinning, trying to juggle it all.
I need to get a grip I thought. I sipped my coffee and munched on an apple and checked my calendar.
Remembered in a quiet half-moment that I had to get my sweet husband Tommy’s presents today. His birthday was coming up.
He was out of town on business for the week, I really missed him but I could focus on my work, buy us some free time later, and I had a lot of surprises in store for that guy of mine.
I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I get him a book on how to build a Nursery. Yes. We had had that Big Talk.
Yeah, it was that time. We had just bought a huge absolutely awesome house out near my folks and his.
I just smiled to myself, dwelled on that for a second. Great guy. Great house. Big yard. And yeah, maybe an addition or two, starting very soon…..I smiled.
Not for long though. The phone rang and pulled me out of my reverie. But I let the call roll to voicemail.
Enough already. Okay, back to the grind. I went back to my emails.
The real killer was that my Office Manager and main assistant, Francesca, hadn’t shown up for work yet! I felt the adrenaline rush of anger just thinking about it.
I couldn’t believe it, I never needed her more.
And no call. No word. Nothing.
I sipped my second cup and tapped furiously, stabbing the keyboard, sending some emails. Both furious and more than a little worried at the same time for Frannie.
It wasn’t like her at all not to at least call, never like her to leave me in the lurch like this!
She was so awesome for years here in my little employee family.
A beautiful, petite little dark-skinned Spanish-blooded firebrand. Smart. Ambitious. Harder worker than anybody.
Small and soft and round and pretty with a huge mane of naturally curly brown hair and great clothes and dazzling white smile and some other, well, voluptuous attributes, all-natural too I’m sure! That girl sure could fill out a sweater.
She could really brighten a room at a key meeting. Knew how to carry herself.
Yes very easy on the eyes for the guys and sure they just loved her, hey, that never hurts in business either. Don’t let them kid you. It’s gotten me in more times than I can count believe me!
Frannie was driven. Something to prove. I’d loved it. Hired her right out of school six years ago because, well, she reminded me of me. A go-getter.
Looking for a husband sure but taking care of herself. Right on. And her boyfriend was on his way in a top law firm. You go girl.
And where the hell was she?
And what was worse, Frannie had screwed up a critical shipment.
Instead of having my friend Lydia’s video sent here she’d spaced out and typed her home address on the shipper’s system instead.
Duh.
I needed to see Lydia’s materials before she gets here. And they’re with Frannie.
Who’s missing in action!
Dammit!
My friend Lydia--best friends since college days --was representing a really huge rich fashion designer and she’d contracted us on his behalf.
It was all calls and emails and project packages shipped overnight back and forth, we’d never actually met, but we’d sure made tons of easy money off of this account—Lydia had really hooked me up, man, major cash—and now she was visiting!
Always a treat.
I hadn’t seen her for over a year and she was coming in briefly on her way home to California so we could talk about our contracts for her fashion buddy’s Fall show. Really a business meeting but we’ll have fun, have a few laughs too, hey after all it’s Lyd! I couldn’t wait to tell her soon it might be Aunt Lyd if things worked out.
She had really helped my business too, my beautiful best pal Lydia.
A famous world traveler, big time cable media personality for travel shows, sexy, beautiful, rich, incredibly smart, destined always for greatness, and my old college roommate and best friend too. Go figure!
We’d stayed friends, she’s been on some crazy safari project for over a year—going back to it soon too, she loves Africa--and now she had sent the DVD for the Fall show and she was making a brief stop into town to meet over it before heading home then back to the project.
What a life she has! And what a real friend you know?
But it was also a huge volume of work and Lydia was on her way, in the air soon coming only from New York short flight, be here soon, and the DVD shipment isn’t here and neither is my right hand worker who HAS the damn CD I need to watch, to prepare, and dammit where was she!
Barely eleven and I’m pulling my hair out. You’ve got to stay ahead of it in this business or you’re sunk, easy money or not. I work every night and every weekend and I’m still treading water here.
I dodged a client call and gathered files for the next meeting when my office phone rang.
Frannie’s name appeared on the ID and I snatched up the phone quickly at the first ring, dropping the files and fighting back a little anger.
Leaned into the phone and stabbed the button.
Tried to lower my voice before speaking.
“Frannie what the hell!” I yelled too loud.
Louder than I’d wanted.
Oops.
Nothing.
“Where the hell are you!” I said, even louder now, friends or not.
“I NEED you here! Jeez Frannie everything is friggin’ explo…”
“Boss-Lady, Boss-Lady,” she said softly, pausing, interrupting me, then a soft quick laugh—this doesn’t sound like Frannie—
“Boss-Lady,” she said again, so quietly.
Hushed.
Playful even.
“Calm down.”
She sounded tooooo calm. Or high as a damned kite. A little kitten voice. NOT what I was used to here.
And what was this boss lady jazz? She’s never called me that before. Where’d that come from? Where’s the manic sound I always hear in her voice? BOSS lady indeed!
“I was really sick this morning and didn’t want to pass my germs all around the office with a stupid summer cold,” she said quickly.
Speaking like she’s talking intimately. Telling me a secret. Not like a concerned worker inventing a lame excuse. What the hell?
“Frannie can you make…”
“Nope,” she said quickly, interrupting me again. “But why don’t you stop here for lunch and I can share some ideas I’ve been sketching,” she said brightly.
That throat isn’t sore. Bull. She sounds fine.
“What??” I said, exasperated.
“What the hell’s going on here! ARE you sick? I don’t have time to---“
“Boss-Lady,” she said, stopping me again.
There it was again- Boss lady?
“Boss-Lady. Just stop by here for a half hour. “
Pause.
“It’s ten minutes from the office. Come on”
You don’t sound sick young lady, I thought again.
Now I felt curious. Does she have a problem or some habits I don’t know about?
“Frannie, look I…”
“BOSS lady,” she said again quickly, stopping me again in mid-sentence.
“I’ve watched Lydia’s DVD and it’s given me some very creative ideas,” she said. A little anxious now. She paused again. Waiting for me to understand something, like I wasn’t getting it.
Like just saying that explained everything.
“I’ve watched it since last night. Dozens of times. The DVD. Just stop by and pick it up, we’ll watch it and sketch out some of my stuff, okay?”
“Okaaaay?” she said again.
Very anxious.
I thought for a second.
“Okay,” I said finally.
What could I do?
“OK. OK. OK. I’ll be there for lunch.” I kept the hard edge in my voice. We were having a little talk when I got there.
She paused again.
I was more p.o.’ed then ever.
And yet I was concerned too. And yes, curious.
She’s a good kid. I hope some pig of a guy hasn’t screwed her up with some date drug.
What a waste of time. I hoped that was all it was. I grabbed my car keys and got ready to bolt out.
“Should I get some deli? Do you need medi---“
“Nope!” she said.
Happy I’d given into this nonsense. All light and happy as a clam. What the hell are you on kid?
“No need,” she said quickly.
Then she giggled.
No kidding. A soft giggle. When did she go off the deep end? This could be serious.
I didn’t answer.
“Ohhh, no need at all,” she said lightly.
Paused again.
“We’ll eat here,” she said quietly.
And before I could say OK, she’d already hung up.
Frannie lived just where I would at her age, an older upscale overpriced slightly funky very trendy part of downtown popular with young single people who are free and love city life and have a little cash to spend to enjoy it.
She buzzed me in and I found the door ajar at the landing. I left the downstairs door open I was leaving in a minute. After we’d had a talk.
I burst in and slammed the door shut, not locking it, figuring I’d be here twenty minutes tops, and said without even looking:
“What the HELL Frannie! Hey let me just take the DVD and get rolling do you KNOW the spot you’re putting me…”
And I stopped.
Speechless.
Frannie had stepped out from behind the heavy brown bedroom door of the small, tasteful little whitewashed apartment.
Oh no.
She wasn’t sick.
Uh-uh.
I fought down shock. Looked like my guy theory was right. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’d gotten ready for work but just didn’t want to in-FECT anybody, Boss Laaady,” she coo’ed, slowly walking toward me. Head tilted slightly. Smiling coyly.
She was wearing a slight little shimmering red and black silk robe down barely over her thighs, open-toed high heel silk slippers that matched—she had a honeymoon-night outfit on for heaven’s sake---I couldn’t talk. What the hell?
Robe very open at the top and tied loosely around deep cleavage.
Her mane of curly brown hair was coiffed and perfect, she had makeup on, deep red lipstick; I could tell she had just done her dark red nails.
She walked slowly over, switching her little hips back and forth.
Reached me so closely we almost touched, then took my hands in hers. I could smell her fresh hair and soap.
“Thanks for stopping by, Boss Lady,” she said with a thin smile.
Playful look in her clear bright huge round brown eyes.
“I’ve got some great ideas for us to talk about, but first let’s watch.”
“What the hell is this, Francesca? What are you trying to prove? Is he still here?”
“Who? Shhh.” She glanced up at me quickly.
“It’s just us”
She led me to the couch and picked up the remote.
I sat down.
She sat next to me. In the middle of the sofa. Close. Our legs just an inch apart. She turned so her slim little legs touched mine. I backed up a bit and looked at her. I was concerned to say the least.
“Frannie are you okay? I’m worried sweetie you don’t look sick here, what’s been, I mean, tell me you’re not into these rave parties I read about, you can tell me, I mean, did some guy..…”
“Shhhhh,” she said, putting a finger across my mouth. Leaning close to me again. Like she’s going to whisper a secret.
“Shhh. Watch first then we’ll talk. I just wanted to work from home today okay?”
Part of me wanted to bolt.
But I forced myself to be calm.
Part of me wanted to get going and get out of here. Million things to do. Get back to Frannie’s issues tomorrow.
Part of me didn’t. No idea why, but I didn’t bolt. Instead for some reason I thought of Lydia.
The moment to bolt out of here came. And it passed. And I sat.
The small TV went on and the audio came over the stereo speakers in the corners.
But I did say “Okay, Frannie, when you’re ready to explain..….”
“Here.” She said, pointing to the screen. Shushing me.
The video was interviews with the slim fashion guy dressed all in snug black as always—and in between his talking there were mannequins being dressed and undressed with computer designs.
People cutting patterns with tape measures around their necks kept talking and pointing to their work.
In between, music would play—that electronic kind you always hear in documentaries and commercial business videos—and beautiful models would be walking up and down wearing the prototypes.
There were a lot of swimsuit models.
Posing. Walking.
Tall and slim and sexy strutting up and down, covered in less than regular underwear would cover. Really risqué.
I began furiously taking notes. Determined to get this done and get back and deal with Fran tomorrow.
Then I stopped about half-way through and just watched.
Didn’t want to write notes anymore. Dropped the pad.
Just watched intently. It seemed easier that way.
I ignored the little white flashes that kept appearing across the screen. What were those? Maybe her set was broken. There were lots of them.
When it ended I kind of snapped-to, I’d been thoroughly engrossed.
I normally can’t sit still long enough to watch anything. Got very into it. Hopefully it was sinking in. My anger felt far away I’d forgotten it what had I been angry about?
I should get back.
Didn’t move though. Instead felt a strong urge to watch it again.
I went to rewind it, but Frannie beat me to the remote and I saw her hit Repeat.
We were watching it a second time—there was a tall slim Asian in a green thong bikini I especially fancied prancing her delicious little ass up and down, why does she look so familiar?---
I started feeling warm. A spreading sweet, sweet warmth all through me.
I went deep into a sort of zone again. Sweating now. Getting warm out. Where’s the damn a/c I can hear it, I felt intense focused heat coursing through me like fiery rivers in my veins.
Sweating for real now. Why had I come here? Jeez it’s hot up here.
Heat.
Heat.
“Frannie,” I managed to say finally.
Why did my voice sound so far away? So hard to talk. Jaws tight….
“The air, the a/c….”
“Shhh. I think it’s kind of broken. It’s on max. Give it time to kick on.”
Of course.
She was right. I totally agreed with her. Do what she says, that makes sense. Give it time like she says.
I watched for a while then it reset so we could watch a third time.
She made the music parts a little louder with the remote. Watched it a fourth time.
She kept stroking the remote, her hands wouldn’t stay still, she kept wringing her hands, touching things, the remote especially, over and over.
But I wasn’t watching Frannie really. Well okay I was. But I was really lost in watching the women on the screen.
Many many minutes later at some point I came out of my funk, feeling real sweat across my brow, damn it was hot in here.
And vaguely realized Frannie was no longer next to me.
I felt ripples of it moving through me now. The heat. And not just heat. Deep in me now. Something else indeed.
I wanted to watch these sweet delicious little tarts.
Prancing around.
Delicious little sweet things.
My panties felt damp.
I reveled in the spreading desire rippling through me so thickly like I could actually see it.
I reveled in just letting it happen. So good to just feel it. Just feel, just go with whatever feels right.
Not always ‘on’, not always planning, thinking, whatever, I’d been planning something today, what had I been planning?
She was behind me. Yes behind me now.
Rubbing her forefingers in little circles around my temples. Pressing her big delicious gorgeous breasts into the back of my head. My head fell back to feel them. I was lightheaded, almost faint.
I loved the feel of her soft fingers making lazy little circles on my temples.
“Just relax, Boss-Lady,” she said softly.
“Juuuust relax, chica…”
Fingers swirling. Around and around.
“Let go. Let it go baby…..you don’t always have to be in charge do you?”
Rubbing, coo’ing, her magical voice sounding so right, so softly, massaging, the gentlest touch.
Her hands wandered down the side of my neck and were massaging my shoulders now, moving now and again all the way down my back. Under my jacket and even under the bare-shouldered sheer white blouse. Over my bra strap.Up again. Down again.
“Let it go, Princess, just feel it go….”
I did indeed love the feeling of her soft sweet hands.
Of course I don’t have to be in charge all the time. I agreed with her completely. She was right. Why can’t I lighten up?
“Thaaaat’s it,” she said, her voice deeper now. Her head swaying too. Voice trailing off. She was getting into it too.
I was burning up. I couldn’t get enough of her soft touch.
I turned around and smiled to show her that I knew she was certainly right. And secretly to move my mouth across those soft sweet tits.
Big gorgeous nipples, hot,hot delicious little tramp, my little Frannie was…..
“Are you warm, little princess?” she asked. Still massaging.
“Yes” I managed to stammer. My head back and forth, swaying with her rhythm.
“Burning up ….”
My voice wasn’t working, I was rasping, it was all far away.
I was on fire in this hot room. The video droned on.
“Well we don’t need this then,” she said, sliding my jacket off of my shoulders, I lifted so she could pull it off, that was a lot better. She tossed it to the wall.
I felt her soft fingers doing a spider-crawl up and down my arms and under my blouse on my bare shoulders. Sent ripples all through me.
I started laughing softly too, giddy, light, her sweet touch….floating….like a weight was lifting and I could just giggle and feel the delightful fingers. Long fingernails.
“Just let go little Miss Always Perfect,” she said gently. With a soft chuckle, hearing my giggles. I just couldn’t stop laughing lightly as I felt her touch.
She was certainly firmly in charge. I knew that.
“Relax baby….give it to me…..that’s it, just release, chica, give it all up Miss Control Freak. All gone. All gone….”
I was moaning now, fingering myself through my cotton slacks, feeling waves of glorious pleasure building inside me.
“Let go.” She kept on, quiet, patient. Hands all up and down my back. She reached down to stop me from touching myself. I squeezed her hand as she pulled mine away from my spot. She squeezed back. Her fingernails made their way up my bare arm. I was swirling now. So good to just let things happen.
“Just let it go. Give in to it…….give it up, princess….give it up, boss lady…..”
Waves of burning desire swept though me now and I knew what to do.
She was so right. I agreed with her totally. Why do I have to be little Miss Perfect? How can I show her I understand?
She knows what’s right.
Let her see how I please her.
It’s not up to me all the time, strong all the time. Just let go…..let me show her I understand, how do I show her?
My head was swooning, the video was repeating again but it was miles away.
“Let’s cool off bossy boss. Come on.”
Of course…. that’s right. Too, too hot. Clothes too tight…..
I didn’t even feel getting up. I suddenly was just standing, pulling off my slacks and the blouse.
My pussy was burning. I was filled with hunger. I got ripples when she looked at me.
Her eyes bored into me, looked me up and down slowly, ravenously, her hands still on me. I loved it. I could see I pleased her.
“Thaaaat’s it, little princess,” she said, moving closer, massaging my tits now, moving her hands around my stomach, circling me with her fingernails going lightly across tummy, on my back, soft, fingers always moving, walking around me and finally then to stand directly in front of me, her hands now freely wandering all over my body.
We embraced.
Our tongues locked in a warm wet tongue-swirling kiss that lasted as long as we could do it. Breasts pushing into each other. Soft mewing sounds now…I was taller and drove my tongue down into her and she snaked hers back up into me.
Her fingers fondled my breasts I moved my fingers across those stiff huge nipples so plain under the robe. I was lost in her, floating, so sweet, so soft…
We embraced tightly. Kissed and kissed again and again, for what could have been forever, on and on, feeling her soft lips….grilling eyes….feeling her hot desire now, all in me….my hands moving, hers replying.
Could she see how I wanted to please her? Can’t she see that?
She gently released me and I sat back down on the couch.
Now wearing only my panties, bra, high heels. Burning up, my pussy juices flowing.
She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me.
I shuddered and shrank down. My eyes glued to her in adoration. What a body. God she was beautiful. How can I give to her? SHOW her??
I breathed in ragged gasps, gazing up openly at her nipples, fingering myself through my panties furiously now.
“See the swimsuit I got at the last show, princess bitch?”
She pulled the robe off and stood over me.
She had on a thong bikini. Massive breasts straining at the fabric. Shaved pubic hair.
I started grinding into the couch and heard her laugh softly.
And I then looked in her face.
Her eyes locked into mine.
Not sweet anymore.
Ohhh no.
Not playful.
Wicked.
Oh yes.
Hungry wicked ravenous merciless eyes now boring down on me and I drank them in with oozing pleasure.
Her burning eyes drilled through me and I fingered myself and exploded in waves of orgasm when I saw that lascivious glare.
No relief. More hunger. I twisted and grinded, moaning louder now. My head swaying.
“Isn’t there someplace you should be to present yourself properly to me, boss lady slut?” she asked in a jagged moan. Breathing hard.
Boring down on me. Grilling her hard look into me, the heart of me.
She pointed to the floor.
I fell to my knees and gazed up at her.
She pulled off the top, her breasts finally floating freely above me, massive nipples stiff.
For me. Stiff for me.
I heard the video repeat. At some point she’d turned the volume low, still audible, in the background.
“No hands,” she said, breathing hard. “Do the rest.”
And I pulled the little thong down with just my teeth, my hands at my sides of course, that’s where she wanted them, nibbling and kissing my way down and up and down again, inhaling her musk, wanting her with everything there is….flicking my tongue where I knew she wanted me to.
Celebrating her soft steady moans by giving her more. Lapping up sweetest honey. I knew what to do.
She stood naked above me in just her heels now. She pointed to her feet and I bent and kissed the tops of her toes while she fingered herself. She moaned. Said things in Spanish, moaning louder and louder.
She sat, breathing hard, and I lifted her feet to my mouth I took one foot then the other pushed them together kissing sucking licking hearing her bark laughter when it tickled in between her moans.
I made my way up her slim short pretty legs.
I reveled in her steady mewing cries. She was ravenous. Soaking. Breathing in hard gasps.
Each time she pressed my head to her place by pulling my long blonde hair toward her, I knew she could see I loved her.
I would beg to please her. I heard myself far away saying, “Please! Please”
She had to know.
“I beg you,” I moaned,”I beg you please…please!”
She slowly stood up, her intense gaze never leaving me, as I breathed in ragged gasps, couldn’t catch my breath.
Hoisted herself up with the armrest to steady herself briefly. Then stood over me. Straightened. Strong again. Hands on hips. Talking in Spanish quietly to herself.
“Begging little me, Bitch lady?” she suddenly said to me, amused, regal, throaty sound now, voice filled with lust.
Reveling in her power. Standing over me, eyes boring down. Angry eyes. Like we’d just fought and she’d won.
Gazing up, I watched her take the belt from my slacks. Slowly slipped the long slim black leather out of the loops.
Threw my slacks aside.
Moved the belt slowwwly through her fingers.
She put the tip of my belt in her mouth and sucked on it for a second. I shuddered as she folded it in half.
Then started tapping the curved part into her other palm. Eyes boring down on me. Into me. Eyes never looking away, only down at me. Wicked, wicked dark eyes.
Tap.
Tap.
Looking down at me.
Tap.
Tap.
I shrank further as she gazed down at me. I looked up, couldn’t look away.
“Strip.”
I did it very quickly. Stood with my eyes down. Then down on my knees again. Looking slowly back up. Looking over every inch of her soft dark skin as my gaze went back up.
Both naked now. Just in our heels.
With the hand that was holding the belt, she put her finger under my chin and lifted my face to look directly at her.
“Shouldn’t you address me properly if you’re going to beg me for anything, slut?” She asked coyly. A much stronger Spanish accent now than I’d ever heard from her.
Eyes glued on me. Hungry.
God I loved her.
She walked slowly behind me, her finger tracing along my shoulders.
“Hmmm? Shouldn’t you?”
Leg brushing my arm. My hair.
WHACK!
The belt came across my ass with a stinging shot and I screamed and felt a wave of pleasure ripping through me along side the hurt.
I felt stronger waves of a coming orgasm all mixed in with the stinging pain.
All mixed up. All the same. One making the other stronger.
Moaning, laughing, crying, tears streaming, all at the same time.
I began shivering uncontrollably.
“In this place you will address me as Mistress. Is that clear?” she said firmly.
“Yes Mistress!” I cried.
The minute I said it, it felt like little electric shocks all through me.
“Yes Mistress! Anything!”
I began fingering myself again and WHACK hard across my hands WOW did THAT one sting!
My hands fell to my sides, stinging, tears and sweat now streaming flowing freely out of me. Mewing sounds as I gasped for air.
She was in front of me now holding the belt.
“Hands at your sides unless I say so clear?”
“Yes Mistress!”
I said it again and it made the tingle all the stronger. Every time I said it. Just the sound of that word.
She smiled.
She walked slowly around me again.
Wicked, evil bitch. Mistress Goddess bitch. I loved her for it.
She tied the belt around my neck loosely and cinched it.
Like a short leash. Smiling in total victory, haughty and amused.
Turned. Started walking, pulling me.
She guided me to the bedroom, her twisting little ass in front of my eyes as I crawled behind her.
“Yes Mistress…yes Mistress…anything Mistress, please, please……,” I kept saying, over and over.
She lifted me by the neck to the bed and unhooked the belt and tossed it to the corner.
I lay back, prone, the stings hadn’t really hurt but they still smarted a little, and she straddled me from above and swung her massive stiff deep red breasts and stiff nipples across my mouth, teasing me.
Right at my lips then pulling away.
Grazing my lips then laughing as I went to suck them and she’d pull away.
Then thrusting them to me, finally, and I sucked and sucked and then she was on me, and we explored every inch of each other in hot sweating abandon. Moaning loudly now, both crying out for more.
I don’t know how many hours passed as we twisted and ground into each other and 69’ed to screams and cries and ground in again and again, in river torrents, all busy fingers and hot tongues and cries of release, flowing joy, sweet sweet orgasms gushing like an endless tide.
At one point she reached over to the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a vibrator. We used it back and forth on each other with reckless gleeful cries.
For a long time.
Then it was quiet.
Quiet.
Just the drone of the audio in the living room.
We laid in each others arms under the soaked sticky thin white sheet….drifting off…..
She woke first at the loud banging on the front door.
Dim light outside now, sun setting. How long had it been?
I had no idea where I was, this isn’t my bed I knew that,I heard her say “Oh my God!” and she bolted up faster than me but by the time we even really woke we could hear the front door bursting open then slamming.
Hadn’t locked it! That thought floated up.
I was barely awake yet, she was only stirring now, eyes darting all around as if looking for evidence of something, in total panic, and finally we reflexively sank into the sheets in fearful panic when we heard steps to the bedroom door. High heels clacking.
Couldn’t move, couldn’t run…..just felt her, only her, just feeling her…..hiding, both of us shivering, huddled together about to be discovered.
Safe only in each other’s arms. Sinking deeper under the sheets.
The bedroom door burst open.
Lydia!
“OH my GOD!” she said. Her eyes bugged out. Astonished. Shocked.
“Oh my dear God....” she said again, loud, shaking her head back and forth quickly.
Dropped her purse.
Flipped out. Completely amazed.
Yes it was Lydia…I couldn’t understand it was all still foggy.
Yes! It WAS Lydia!
“Ohhh man, oh man oh man” she kept repeating, walking around the room in circles.
Staring at us.
Staring at the TV.
“JEEEEEZ-us!” she yelled to the ceiling.
Back at us. Back to the TV. Back at us.
Face a look of astonished amazement slowly turning to understanding.
She stared at Mistress a long time, then at me, completely shell-shocked, totally freaked, head shaking fast back and forth.
“Oh boy…oh boy…”
Stared back at Mistress again.
Then for a long time back again at me.
“I just heard from the messenger service that they delivered to the wrong address..…”
Her voice trailed off. She was speaking normally now. She looked to one of us, then the other.
Then the biggest laugh came out of her as she kept shaking her head.
Her head fell back, her faced beamed that magic Hollywood smile, and she was laughing to herself and shaking her head again, totally blown away, never stopped staring at us. We of course smiled too now, watching her.
“Well well,” Lydia said, standing and walking around the bed now, still shaking her head but calmer. Bemused and drinking it all in.
We just stared up at her, holding each other under the sheet.
Fear quickly dissipated. The shivering stopped, the adrenaline rush abated. We held each other and watched her, she couldn’t stop walking around the room.
It would be okay. It’s Lydia!
“Well, well, my little DVD present for you Jen appears to have gotten into the very VERY wrong hands.”
She kept looking, still smiling now. Head nodding now. She understood. She looked at the vibrator, now on the floor, kicked it briefly with her toe and shook her head.
She looked at me a long time.
“It’s good to see you baby,” she said and bent to give me a long kiss.
“Lydia!” I said, kissing her back, kissing and squeezing her hands, I could feel the love from her, the soft look and I felt waves of it out of me back at her. Maybe she knew where I was. She definitely knew how I felt. Her expression was so soft and caring.
“Or DID it get delivered wrong?” she said with a wide smile.
“The wrong hands? Well maybe not. I like your little secretary Jen-Jen,” she said, staring at Mistress.
Gazing at her now.
Calm.
Appreciative.
She pulled the sheet back all the way and her eyes drank in Mistress’s naked body. Put the sheet loosely back.
Standing over us now. Staring at us both.
“Maybe they’re the RIGHT hands after all!” She laughed again, softer this time. Calmer now.
She walked over, shut the bedroom door, took a pile of CD cases out of her purse and put them on the dresser.
She stared at us again. Arranging all these cases on the dresser.
Mistress was playing with my hair, I was tilting my head back.
“How many people inside are all of us, really?” she said quietly to herself, head still slowly shaking back and forth, looking at her stuff, glancing at us, back to all this stuff coming out of her purse, looking at us but bemused and really talking quietly to herself, lining little pill bottles up next to the DVD’s.
“ How many people do we all carry around inside of us?” she asked herself again so quietly, quizzically, looking at us then sort of past us for a moment.
“How many people are we all?” she said offhandedly to no one. She was sticking little plugs into her ears.
We had no idea what she meant but we started giggling with glee when we saw what she was doing.
For as she talked to herself in that quiet introspective tone, lining up stuff on the dresser and glancing at us as she spoke, she had also started unbuttoning her blouse and walking toward us when she was done.
Lydia yanked off her top and slacks very fast and Mistress and I suddenly moved over to each edge of the bed now joyous with anticipation. This had worked out all right! We looked at each other with bright smiles.
We giggled with delight, filled with glee when Lydia finally slid her soft smooth delicious warm naked perfect body between us.
She put an arm around each of us and chuckled deeply. Kicked the sheet away and threw her head back and chuckled deeply again and pulled each of us toward her and off like a rocket were we!
Day turned to night as the three of us rolled and rocked and rolled again in fury, swirling way out into orbit and back again, hungry and sated and hungry over and over again, endless, like a faucet you can’t turn off, far into the long sweet blessed night.
Fingers and tongues and moans and cries of soft inviting salty pleasure in the envelope of the beautiful darkness.
Lydia saying I love you to me a hundred times and I back to her, twisting in pleasures I never knew existed.
Sharing Mistress and letting her drink us both in between screams, calling Lydia “chica” and driving her head down into her over and over, all of us bathed in each other’s sweat. Each other’s long wet hair in our faces. The vibrator shared by all. Used by all.
Lydia.
My Goddess.
My Lydia.
I shared in, and drank in, their glorious heat, our animal cries of pleasure, drank it in like a tonic. I was something insatiable that’s finally set free to feast.
Released from some cage I couldn’t even see, I’d known this feeling before, Lydia was such freedom.
I just felt it. Didn’t need words. Didn’t need to know why I was in this room wherever it was.
Feeling Lydia was feeling this flying soaring freedom. Shine sweet freedom, shine glorious and magnificent, I was an eagle, a phoenix, let loose from its tiny cage. A rosebud bursting open.
And the only sound in that hot little apartment, as night turned into dawn and screams gave way to soft sighs and steady quiet breathing and, in the thirst finally quenched, the hot air became cool a/c, all of us sinking exhausted intertwined into deep sleep, the vibrator falling back to the floor, the only sounds were the audio at low volume from Lydia’s original DVD.
Playing since I got here, wherever here was, coming at low steady volume from the living room speakers, all day and all night long, the talk mixed with the music droning on and on in the pitch black night…..repeating over……and over……and over…...