My Kinky Valentine (5 page)

The following weeks go by much as any other
in the office. I work from early morning to late night. Mark is
always two steps ahead of everybody else, tending to every little
thing I need, before I know I need anything. He’s the best Personal
Assistant I’ve ever had. We met many times over this period, both
at the hotel and at my place, and he made me come over and over
again.

But visions of a certain young blonde keep
invading my thoughts at the most inappropriate moments. I wake up
sweating at night, disoriented, just to remember vivid dreams
filled with Cindy’s thighs, breasts and round buttocks. During the
day, I catch myself squirming in my chair thinking about a hot
mouth latched on my sex and it’s not Mark’s.

In the flesh, things aren’t much better.
Every time I pass by the reception I have the feeling she’s
flirting with me. Maybe it’s the wide smile with which she greets
me. Or the way she cocks her head to one side when she looks at me.
Or the way she pushes her breasts up over her crossed arms when she
leans on the counter to talk to me.

This morning she went too far, though. I get
worried when I don’t see her behind the counter as I leave my
private elevator. I had an early meeting at a client’s office so I
arrive at my office around 10AM and Cindy’s never late. I stop by
the counter to check if her purse is there and choke on my coffee.
I am greeted by her round back wrapped in the black pin skirt of
her uniform. She is bent down and looking for something under the
counter.

“What happened, Ms O’Rourke?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you coming.
I’m looking for my cell phone.”

The little tramp doesn’t stand up to talk to
me. On the contrary, she looks over her shoulder and wiggles her
butt in the air. I keep my face straight and serious and raise my
eyebrow at her before pointing at a small table on the corner.

“Isn’t that your cell phone?”

“Oh, my, silly me. That
is
my phone.
Thank you, Ms. Sullivan.”

She finally stands up and I swear she winks
at me but it is so fast I can’t be sure.

“You know, today is my day off from the bar
and I’d love to look for a gym nearby. Can you recommend me any
one?”

“There’s an excellent fitness center on the
20
^th
floor. Most people from the office go there.”

“Do you go there, Ms. Sullivan?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Say, I’ve
been meaning to ask you, what’s the name of the bar you work
at?”

“Living Room at the W Hotel,” she winks and
I see it clearly this time. A freezing cold shiver runs down my
spine.

“Do you work only at the bar or do you ever
deliver drinks to the rooms?”

“When we’re understaffed I need to deliver
stuff, yes. Team spirit, you know.”

She’s openly mocking me now. I want to grasp
her by her shoulders and shake some sense into the slut. Luckily,
Mark appears and I don’t need to make a bigger fool of myself.

“Good morning, Ms. Sullivan. Ms. O’Rourke.
Can I have a word, Ms. Sullivan? I need to straight some things up
with you before your 11 o’clock meeting.”

“Yeah, sure. Talk to you later, Ms.
O’Rourke.”

Without waiting for a reply, I march into my
office and Mark locks the door behind us.

* * * *

The day progresses without any other
incidents. I work like crazy and manage to keep Cindy out of my
mind. When she does pop up inside my head I think ‘blackmail’.
Could the little slut be planning to blackmail me? Would she have
the nerve to do such a thing?

“I don’t really know the woman. She may be a
psychopath for all I know.”

Then, I get angry at myself for mistrusting
my instincts. I would never be fooled like that. Besides, if Cindy
tries to get money from me in exchange for not selling the story to
the tabloids, she won’t see a dime. Neither me nor Mark were doing
anything wrong in that hotel room. We’re both single, consenting
adults, and we wouldn’t be harmed by a story like that. This
thought calms me down enough for me to concentrate on my work.

By 4 PM, I’ve finished most of the more
urgent stuff and I’m able to head down to the gym for a training
session with my Krav Maga instructor. When I get there, I find out
he’s sick so I decide to take a Zumba class to let off some steam.
It’s been a while since I had time for these classes and they are
fun; full of lively music, interesting people, and sexy
choreographies.

Cindy O’Rourke is the first person I see
when I enter the room. I nod as a reply to her waving hand. Then, I
grit my teeth and walk to the spot the instructor signals me to
take since it is the only one left in the room: right behind Cindy.
She smiles at me before turning back to the instructor to follow
the leads.

“
This is going to be bad for me.”

The next 60 minutes are the worst in my
life. The fast and slow rhythmic movements of the exercises
combined with the Latin dance steps the instructor throws in the
mix make my knees weak and get me breathless. But not from the
effort. No! I feel dizzy because my eyes are glued to Cindy’s body.
The way she shimmies, sways and shakes her backside, thighs and
breasts around. I must look so stupid ogling her like that. I
glance around the room, nobody seems to care and everybody is
having a great time. I feel better but I’m still angry at myself
for being so horny. I don’t have the courage to look at her face to
see if Cindy’s noticed my ridiculous behavior. I have a sinking
feeling she has but I don’t want to know.

I leave the room right after the class
finishes and go up to my office to take a shower in my private
bathroom, like I always do. I’m uncomfortable at the gym’s locker
room. I tell myself my employees would be self-conscious having the
boss around at shower time but the truth is I’ve never liked being
naked in public.

I turn on the shower and check the
temperature. I need a colder shower today. I take off my sweaty
clothes and toss them on the floor before stepping under the
powerful jets of water to cool down after that indecently sensual
Zumba class.

I’ve got to pull myself together.

The cold water running down my body, making
it tingle ends up reminding me of very soft, very female hands
caressing my skin. A hot, wicked mouth licking my flesh. A naughty,
slick tongue invading my most secret parts. I slam my open hand on
the cold tile, splashing water and muttering.

“Caroline Anne Sullivan, get a grip on
yourself!”

“When people call me by my full name I know
I’m in trouble.”

I jump out of my skin at the sound of a
throaty voice close to my ear. And only then I notice my hand is on
my crotch and that I’ve been fingering myself. I couldn’t be more
embarrassed. Right? Wrong! I turn around to meet my receptionist’s
sarcastic grin.

“Having fun, are you? Mind if I join
you?”

Before I can articulate an answer Cindy’s
hands grab my butt cheeks and pull me against her naked body. She
molds herself against me, soft flesh connects to soft skin. The
water makes our bodies slick and she slides her dangerous curves
all over my now fevered body. She captures my mouth, steals my
ability to think straight and muffles my groans with her thick
tongue.

I thought a woman’s touch would be mild,
sweet even but Cindy plays it rough. She pushes me against the
tiled wall, invades my thighs with her luscious one, squeezes my
breasts with her own and shoves her tongue inside my mouth in only
one movement. I'm breathless and I pant like I’ve run the
marathon.

“Grab my shoulders.”

I almost don’t have time to follow the order
before she lifts me up and settles my butt on her raised thigh. We
are both the same height but I’m surprised at her strength because
she manages to keep her balance on one foot while her other one
rests on the wall with me perched on her elevated leg.

Cindy clenches my waist and slides my body
up and down her leg. It’s the strangest sex position I’ve ever been
in although the friction causes amazing sensations in my sex and
backside. I need to hold on tight to her slick shoulders for
support because her pace is frantic. She’s making me hump her leg
like I’m a dog in heat while my knee grinds her sex every time she
pulls me down.

For the first time in my sex life, I’m
powerless under a partner’s attack. Funny thing though, I’m
thrilled instead of annoyed. It’s intoxicating to let another
person run the show while you enjoy the ride. Cindy treats me like
an object and I’m completely turned-on. I’m not the only one,
though. She’s out of breath and her voice is thick when she speaks
in my ear.

“You’ve been driving me crazy since we first
met.”

“I’ve been day dreaming about your body ever
since. I’ve never thought about having sex with a woman before I
met you.”

By now, my clitoris is throbbing and my legs
are weak. When she puts me down I keep holding on to her shoulders
for dear life. She captures my mouth in another smoldering kiss. I
stop thinking all together. I dive in the sea of lust surrounding
us. I’ve never felt more alive or more aware of my body’s reactions
to another person. Every part of my body connected to hers seems on
fire, my skin is flushed under her touch, my muscles quiver and my
chest heaves.

“I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be
able to walk afterwards.”

“What makes you think you can, missy,” I
laugh at her bluster.

“Watch me!”

It’s her turn to laugh and the butterflies
in my stomach go wild. Maybe I’ve met my match in this young woman
and now I’m in way over my head. Cindy turns me around, pins me to
the wall with her body, spreads my legs apart and shoves two
fingers inside me from behind.

“What have we here, Ms. Sullivan? You seem
awfully excited already to be bragging about self-control, don’t
you think?”

She keeps my face crushed on the cold tile
so I can’t speak. I fight her, though. I buck my hips and try to
close my legs but she’s faster and stronger than me. A wave of
panic washes over me and I claw at the hand she’s fingering me
with. She immobilizes me with her whole body. Both her hands reach
around me, grab my breasts, and her fingers pull my nipples as she
sucks a soft spot on my neck.

“God, you’re feisty. I like that. But calm
down, my little filly. I don’t want to hurt you. Not today,
anyway.”

Cindy is humping my back now with her
drenched curls, her moisture coats my butt cheeks and I
chuckle.

“Well, it seems I’m not the only horny bitch
around here, am I?”

“Of course I’m horny. I love a good chase
and you’re giving me exactly what I like. But I knew it would be
like this, Carol. Today, though, I want to show you how good being
with a woman can be.”

She feels my body relax against hers and she
turns me around again to face her. She enters me with three fingers
without warning but I’m so wet they go in all the way. I lean my
head on the wall behind me, close my eyes and grab her tempting
buttocks to grind her against me. She pulls my nipple inside her
mouth, twirls her tongue around it then bites it at the same time
as she taps my G-spot and I writhe under her hands as ecstasy
builds inside me. She pulls her hand out of me way too soon. I
groan in protest.

“Don’t stop,” I’m not ashamed to beg at this
point.

She chuckles and kneels in front of me,
splays her hand on my navel to press me against the wall and keep
me in place. The other one caresses my butt as she licks my folds
and smiles up at me.

“Hmm, you’re delicious. I’ve wanted to taste
you since I saw Mark going down on you at the hotel.”

“I knew it was you. Why did you leave?”

“I had fun watching you two for a while but
I got envious. I wanted to be Mark, I wanted to kiss you, hold you,
fuck you. Watching was not enough anymore and I knew you weren’t
ready.”

I frame her face with my hands, pull her
closer to my sex but stop an inch from it and ask.

“Do you think I’m ready now?”

Instead of answering, she leans forward and
kisses my outer lips, licks my inner lips, back to forth. She
flattens her tongue and presses my hard nub, tapping it as she
looks me in the eyes. That’s so hot and naughty I almost come just
looking at her expression.

“Oh – my – god.”

Cindy chuckles at my reaction and doubles
her pace. She finds my backdoor hole with a finger and penetrates
me with her tongue setting a maddening rhythm between the two. My
knees buckle at the surge of energy her mouth and hands are
creating in my body but Cindy holds me upright.

“Oh, my! I’m going to come, Cindy. And it’s
going to be a huge one.”

She gives me the wickedest smile and pulls
away. When I raise my eyebrow and open my mouth to complain, she
turns off the shower and orders me.

“Face the wall. Spread your legs wide apart.
Bend over and grab that counter for support.”

She pulls my behind upwards and spreads the
cheeks. The cold air invades my hot flesh and her tongue follows
suit. She licks and bites my butt as a finger taps my clitoris and
I shiver. She laughs at the involuntary reaction and caresses my
hips and thighs.

“Calm down, Carol. You do look like a wild
filly. You just need to learn to control yourself and to understand
who’s in charge now.”

I grit my teeth and swallow the bitter reply
that comes to mind. She has a point, though. I’m enjoying this so
why not go along with Cindy’s plan.

“It’s just too hard for me to let go.”

“I know it is. That’s why I’m taking it
slowly with you.”

“Gosh, you call this ‘slow’?”

“You have no idea, gorgeous. But if you are
a good girl and please me today, I might show you what’s like to be
taken fast and hard, next time.”