Improper Conduct

‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ Blake murmured as she came around and stood next to my hip. ‘We still have a good twenty minutes before someone knocks on the door to see if we’re finished and ready to clear out of the room for the next client.’

‘Really?’ A spark of interest flared in my belly. ‘Twenty minutes, huh?’

Blake chuckled and lowered her mouth very close to mine. Her soft breath buffeted my lips. ‘Twenty minutes.’

I trembled as she teasingly brushed her pouty mouth against mine. My eyelids drifted together as bliss exploded all around me. Blake’s gentle kiss awoke the sensual side of me I’d long neglected. Trapped in the never-ending cycle of work, work, work, I’d suppressed the part of me that hungered for a soft, slow touch, a touch exactly like the one Blake now gave me.

Our tongues tangled as she placed a knee on the low table and pushed off the floor. She straddled my sheet-covered hips and rested her palms on either side of my head. I reached up and cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place as we kissed. Lips sliding, tongues stabbing, we clutched at one another as our mouths mated in a wild dance of lust and pleasure.

She left me breathless and shaking when she sat up again and started to flick through the buttons lining the front of my shirt. She urged me to lift my shoulders so she could reach behind me and undo the clasp of my bra. Soon enough, my breasts were bared to her, my bra awkwardly shoved out of the way. She bent low and captured a nipple between her lips. I gasped at the sharp sensation of her mouth tugging on the tender peak. Her tongue soothingly laved the rosy point before she moved on to the other breast.

I threw my head back as she teased me with her lips and teeth and tongue. My God, I’d never known my breasts were so sensitive. She seemed to possess an uncanny knowledge of what I liked and just how I wanted it. My fingers sifted through her hair as she suckled and nipped. I squeezed my thighs together in a desperate attempt to assuage the pulsing, pounding need building down there.

Blake hummed happily as her lips meandered down my front. She peppered light kisses along my belly and around my navel before moving lower down the table. I trembled with anxiety as she unwound the sheet draped across my hips and took hold of the paper panties. I didn’t even have to lift my backside to aid in their removal. Blake ripped them free and tossed the remnants aside.

‘Open your legs for me,’ she ordered huskily. ‘Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.’

I nearly fainted at the sound of those dirty words spilling from her cherubic mouth. I didn’t hesitate, though, and spread my thighs for her. She petted my sex with soft strokes. I kept the area immaculately landscaped and trimmed. It wasn’t Brazilian smooth, but it looked natural and feminine.

‘Nice,’ she murmured before parting the lips of my pussy with her fingers. ‘So pink and wet and soft.’ Her finger swirled around my opening, gathering the nectar there and spreading it around. When she circled my throbbing clit, I tensed. The sensation was too much, too soon, but Blake didn’t stop. She held my gaze as she slowly stimulated my clit with the tip of her finger. It seemed almost like a dare, and I couldn’t back down.

Sure enough, the overwhelming sensation faded to something much more pleasant. I rocked my hips, wanting more of the stimulation she provided, but the little witch stopped the movement of her finger. ‘Oh, please,’ I begged and pumped my hips.

‘Patience,’ she whispered and started to scoot down my body. When she settled her face between my thighs, I lifted up on my elbows to watch her. I’d never been tasted by another woman and wanted to savour every moment of it. Her skilful tongue swiped the length of my pussy, and I groaned with pleasure. Her tongue slid lower and delved into my cunt, tonguing me in a way I’d never experienced. I panted and clawed at the table as she tongue-fucked me. Her nose nestled between my folds and rubbed against my clit in a way that made my toes curl.

When she’d had enough of tormenting me, Blake traced my labia and turned her full attention to my clit. Her tongue swirled and flicked over the tiny pink nub. I clutched at her head as she devoured me. The rhythmic flutter of her tongue sent little shockwaves through my belly. The fiery prickle of a building climax invaded my core. I pumped my hips, pressing my cunt against her expert mouth, and tried not to cry out or betray us to anyone outside the room.

She didn’t make it easy. Blake penetrated me with a pair of fingers and searched for that spot that made me see stars. She slurped my clit between her lips and thrust her fingers at a faster pace. I clapped my hand over my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. Blake showed no mercy as she lapped at my clit and pumped my pussy with her fingers. She pushed me closer and closer to the edge until, suddenly, I lost control.

Mouth agape and hips rocking, I came hard against her mouth. She never let up, not even a bit. She forced my orgasm to continue, flicking her tongue over my clit as I shuddered and convulsed atop the table. When I couldn’t take any more, I reached for her face and touched her cheek in a silent bid for mercy. She chuckled softly as she abandoned my clit. I dropped back to the table with a thud and draped my arm over my face as I tried to catch my breath.

Blake leisurely kissed her way up my body until we were nose to nose again. I cupped her face as I kissed her, my tongue tracing her lips and gathering my musky essence from her skin. She smiled down at me and stroked my cheek. ‘You’re really beautiful after you come. I mean, you’re glowing.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Mmm-hmm,’ she murmured and nipped at my neck.

‘And what about you?’ I cupped her backside and gave it a playful pat. ‘Do you glow after you come?’

That mischievous spark I was beginning to love glinted in her eyes. ‘Would you like to find out?’

I nodded but then added, ‘I’ve never done this before.’

She shrugged and gave me a sweet kiss. ‘We all start somewhere, right?’

‘Sure.’

‘Would you like me to show you how?’

‘Please.’

She hopped off the table just long enough to peel out of her undies and tuck the ruffles of her skirt into the waistband. We giggled as she jumped back onto the table and our foreheads knocked together. I sensed she was just as excited as I was uncertain.

‘Scoot down,’ she instructed. ‘I need somewhere to put my knees.’

I did as she asked even though I wasn’t sure what she planned to do. When she straddled my shoulders, a knee on either side of my head, I finally got it. Her smooth, waxed pussy rested mere inches from my mouth. I caressed her thighs as she manoeuvred into place, and licked my lips with anticipation.

‘Do you remember how I licked you?’

‘Hell yes,’ I replied with a laugh. My body still ached with the reminder of the way she masterfully manipulated me.

‘Just do that,’ she said softly and spread the lips of her cunt for me. ‘Put your tongue right here.’ She tapped her clit. ‘I’m more sensitive on the left side, and I like up and down licks.’ She slid her finger down toward her entrance. ‘And here too. I want you to taste me here.’

I vibrated with eagerness as she pressed her pussy to my mouth. I allowed my tongue to slip past my lips and touch her clit. The sensation was alien to me but something I decided I liked very much after that first tentative flick. I held tight to her thighs as my tongue slithered between her dewy folds. Her taste, a unique blend of salt and earthen musk, spilled over my taste buds. It was nothing like I’d imagined and yet everything I wanted.

‘Oh, yeah, baby,’ she whispered enthusiastically. ‘Lick my cunt just like that. Put your tongue inside me.’

Her breath hitched as I did what she asked. The warm, soft passage welcomed my stiff invading tongue. That delicious honey tantalised. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy. Her little purrs and tiny whimpers spurred me onward. I grew bolder and more confident with my fluttering tongue and discovered the rhythm that worked for her. I couldn’t wait to feel her shatter against my tongue and attacked her clit like a mad woman.

Her fingers wound tight in my hair as she approached her climax. When she finally burst, she pulled hard, setting my scalp on fire with a burn that felt so indescribably good. Her clit pulsed against my tongue. It drove me wild. I knew right then and there that this one tryst with Blake just wasn’t going to be enough.

When her orgasm ended, she fell onto her side next to me. It was a tight squeeze on the table but we made it work. We kissed and touched and whispered softly to one another. In the back of my mind, I wondered how much time we had left together. It couldn’t be much. I didn’t want our moment to end, but reality intruded soon enough when one of Blake’s co-workers knocked on the door and asked how much longer we’d be.

‘Five minutes,’ Blake called out as she touched my face. She claimed my mouth in a possessive and demanding kiss that made my head spin.

We reluctantly parted and slipped off the table. While she slipped on her hastily discarded undies, I fixed my bra and shirt. I headed toward the screen to find the rest of my clothes and get dressed. I could hear Blake cleaning up the table and the waxing supplies she’d used on my eyebrows. When I emerged from behind the curtain, I felt a bit shy. I had no idea what would happen next.

‘Are you doing anything tonight?’ Blake rubbed the table with a disinfectant wipe before pulling down another length of the protective paper sheet.

‘Probably some takeout and reality TV,’ I replied honestly. ‘You?’

She grinned impishly. ‘I guess takeout and reality TV.’

Hope exploded in my chest. ‘Yeah?’

‘I think we’ve been dancing around this attraction of ours long enough, don’t you?’

‘Yes! So completely and totally agree.’ I quickly added, ‘I would have said something sooner, but I just didn’t know how.’

‘I figured this was the first for you. I decided to wait and see, but I guess I got a little impatient today. I threw out the Brazilian invite to gauge your reaction.’ She made an apologetic face. ‘Oh, shit. They’re going to charge you for a waxing you didn’t receive.’

I shrugged. ‘Money well spent.’

She laughed and crossed the short distance between us. Her arms slipped around my waist and hauled me tight against her chest. She threaded her fingers through my hair. Our foreheads touched a moment before our lips met in a lingering kiss.

When we separated, I smiled and gave her a squeeze. ‘I’ll text you with directions later.’

‘Great. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.’