This Little Town- Chapter Three

I kneeled and moved my mouth down to Misty’s breasts, my hands cupping them and slightly pushing them up as I kissed and licked her skin. Her hands moved to my hair and ran them through the soft tresses, whimpering. I massaged her full breasts and I unzipped her dress a little so I could bare them. Her nipples were already erect and I placed one in my mouth, massaging the other. She moaned as I suckled, gently grazing my teeth on her mocha colored skin. I moved to her other breast and unzipped the rest of her dress, tugging it down. She wore white lacy panties that contrasted with her skin. Beautiful. I could already smell her and it made me crazy.

I rubbed my palm against her soft mound and she whimpered, whispering my name. I kissed her stomach, loving her softness and curves. I ran my hands along her sides, and she grasped my hands in hers as I kissed and licked her stomach, lightly nipping. I moved my mouth lower, to the edge of her panties, my tongue running along that sweet spot. Her cries were nearly driving me insane, wet with need and want. I placed my lips on the fabric and inhaled her scent as I softly kissed her, disentangling my hands from hers to hook my fingers underneath the lace, running my fingers along her skin as I slowly pulled them down. Misty shivered and I ran my hands up the back of her smooth legs and looked up at her, from her sexy heels to her eyes, a hunger in my own.

I spread her legs a little and I kissed the inside of her thigh, running my tongue up her skin. I moved to her other thigh, prolonging the contact from her clit and enjoying it as I teased. I finally placed my mouth at her clit, gently flicking my tongue over it, grasping her ass with my hands. I ran my tongue along the folds of skin, then pushing them aside with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. She writhed and I kept her still by digging my fingers into her ass as I kept kissing and licking her pussy, playing with her clit. Misty’s body tensed and I could tell she was on the precipice. I flicked her clit a few more times and her body shook as she moaned, the orgasm taking over. I looked up at her, and her head was tilted back, her body shuddering, her breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. It was a magnificent sight.

I stood and kissed her as her body started relaxing, our tongues melting together. As we kissed, she unzipped my dress and played with my breasts, moving to my neck and nipping at the sensitive spot, her fingers tweaking my nipples. I moaned, closing my eyes. Misty kissed her way down to my breast, circling my nipple with her tongue before taking it in her mouth, suckling. She pushed my dress down and palmed my wet pussy, rubbing and I thought I was going to cum from just that. I moaned and placed my hand over hers, rubbing together. After a moment, her hands moved to my ass, slapping me and I sucked air in between my teeth, the stinging feeling so good.

She throatily laughed, her silky smooth voice whispering in my ear, “I don’t want you to cum yet. Payback is a bitch.” Amused, I laughed a little and her teeth found my earlobe, gently tugging. Her nails ran down my back and I shivered, my skin tingling. She slapped my ass again, and she got on her knees, gazing up at me. My heart was in my throat at seeing her that way, and she bit at my stomach, sending the already present butterflies a fluttering. She had her hands everywhere; on my ass, reaching up to my breasts, the inside of my thighs. I thought I was going to explode if she didn’t touch my pussy soon. I was more than ready. And she knew it. She kissed just above my mound and I growled with frustration. She laughed and ran her hands up and down my legs. She got to my inner thighs and moved slower, barely moving her fingers. I whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of her hair.

Finally, she rubbed my lips with her fingers, slowly pushing them into my wet warmth. I moaned, squirming as she moved her fingers in and out of me, gently lapping at my clit, kissing it. She removed her fingers and held them up to my mouth. I eagerly closed my mouth around them, tasting myself. I saw her smile as she once again put her fingers inside, until my own body tensed. It was powerful when it happened, and I moaned as shudders wracked my body. I lost myself for a moment while I came, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me. I wasn’t sure how long until I came back to myself, but Misty rested her cheek on my stomach, and I caressed her hair. I loved the sight of her, both of us satisfied for the moment.

I led her back to my bedroom and to the cloud that was my bed. It was faster this time for both of us to cum, our bodies already stimulated. Afterward, we lay in bed, her head on my breast.

“Your boobs really make the best pillows,” she laughed.

I laughed with her. “Well thanks! Yours aren’t so bad either.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” The change in subject caught me off guard. I usually didn’t talk about my personal life with anyone. Except for friends I had made online but never met in person, and where I could lay my soul bare to the people I was talking to without having to ever see them.

“No,” I answered after a pause. “I got here a few weeks ago. I accepted a job.”

“It must be a good one if you can afford this apartment. It’s really nice. Why do you have so much space if you don’t have anyone with you?”

I didn’t have a good answer, so I said nothing. Misty peered at me, but I kept my face blank.

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” She asked softly.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “But tomorrow, I’m going to get a cat.”

“I know a great pet shelter. I can give you the address. They have very nice animals there.”

“Thank you, that would be great.” After a few moments, I asked about the restaurants. I needed some ideas about where to take people for business lunches.

“El Loco is pretty great,” she replied. “They have some delicious Mexican food.”

“I’ve already been there,” I laughed.

“Oh, shit! Hmm. I really like the place next to it, but I don’t remember what it’s called. It’s brand new, and I’ve only been there once.”

“Thanks, I’ll have to check it out,” I yawned. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

“Goodnight, Ivy,” Misty whispered, turning on her side. I turned and spooned her as I fell asleep, having missed the feeling of someone in my arms as I slept. When I awoke in the morning, she was gone. The smell of her lingered on my pillow, and I felt a bit bereft. I wish I could stay in one place long enough to justify being in a relationship. Misty seemed like a wonderful woman, someone I would want to get to know better. I looked around the giant apartment as I made some coffee, contemplating its emptiness.

I went over to the bar to collect my dress and saw a note on the counter.

Ivy,

Here’s the address for the pet shelter. I had a great time with you last night, and I wish you luck with your job.

Misty

At the bottom she had written the address, and kissed the paper with lipstick on it. The paper also smelled of her perfume. I sat with my coffee in my hands, sipping as I sat on the leather sofa and stared at the ocean. It was perfectly turquoise today, and I saw some surfers catching waves. I had always wanted to learn to surf. Fiona Apple crooned to me as I thought about my last relationship. It had been a disaster. I had started dating Joe about six months before I had moved for my first job. We tried long distance for a while, but it wasn’t cutting it. I had learned that he had cheated on me, and we broke up. Ever since then, I had decided that while I was a free agent for any company to snap up for a short time to fix their problems and then move on, it was no use trying to date anyone. I had had some flings and one night stands along the way, but it was never as fulfilling. I sighed as I finished my coffee and stood to get ready to leave for the pet shelter. Hopefully a cat would help my lonely bones.

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This Little Town- Chapter Two

On the short drive to my apartment, I was nervous. It had been a while since I had been with anyone, I was always so busy. My stomach was in knots and I could barely breathe. I forced myself to calm down as I parked and walked to the door, waiting for Misty. It was a nice building, stucco with large balconies that overlooked the ocean. I smiled at her as she sauntered up the walkway that was lined with orchids.

“This is a lovely building,” she said, looking up. It was about ten stories high, and my apartment was on the very top. I unlocked the outer door and let her in. We walked to the elevators and I pressed the button for the ninth floor. The top two floors were actually divided into two-level apartments. I was a bit jittery and thought maybe Misty could tell. She smiled and looked down at the floor as the elevator dinged and the doors opened up to the hallway. I got my keys out again and opened the door, the slightly cooler air feeling nice on my body. I could feel the cooler air snake up between my legs and touch my bare parts.

I dropped my purse on a creme colored leather chair in the living room and walked to the bar. There was a fishtank in the bar that was lit pink. Almost the entire wall was glass, showing some lights of the town and the coast. There was a sliding door that went out to the deck. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked as I put on some soft folk music.

“Sure,” Misty said as she walked over to join me. She got very close as she asked what I had. I could smell her musky floral perfume that was bitter and sweet at the same time, and entirely intoxicating. My heart skipped a beat as I answered her, and she opted for a shot of SoCo and a beer. She was standing right in front of the SoCo and my arm brushed her breast as I reached for the bottle. I saw her chest move as she breathed deep and I couldn’t hide my smile. We each took a shot, and she reached for the shot glass and the bottle. She poured another shot and placed the glass in my cleavage. I threw my head back and laughed. It had been so long since someone had done a boob shot! She laughed with me after she had swallowed the sweet liquid.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that, and yours are perfect,” she said with a laugh.

“It’s been a while for me too,” I admitted.

“Has it been a while since you’ve been with someone too?” She looked into my eyes and I was again taken aback at her beauty. She had only rimmed her eyes with black eyeliner and some mascara, but she didn’t need any shadow.

“Yeah, it has,” I said quietly, looking down. “I live a very busy life.”

“That’s understandable,” she murmured, touching my hair. She was about the same height as me, and I closed my eyes. The feeling of someone else’s hands in my hair was magical, and my scalp tingled. I opened my eyes after a moment, filled with desire for this gorgeous woman standing before me, and threw my shyness out the window. This woman was here with me, and I was going to have her. I pressed her against the counter, our breasts touching. I kissed her, gently probing at her lips with my tongue until she opened them to let me in. I took her, my hands in her hair. My tongue invaded her mouth, seeking hers. She gave herself to me willingly, as I demanded. I kissed her chin, down her neck, and to her collarbone. I felt her shudder as she gently scratched her nails down my back. I moaned into her skin, and licked her neck, gently nipping with my sharp teeth. I heard her sharp intake of breath, but she didn’t ask me to stop.

I moved to the other side of her neck, my hands grasping her hair and gently pulling. Her skin was so soft and luxurious, I wanted to feel all of it underneath my hands. Half of her back was bare from the style of her dress and I gently caressed her as I kissed her full lips. I was thrilled that this exotic woman was going to be mine tonight, my gut tight with anticipation. I gently tugged at her lip and she closed her eyes and moaned, the sound sending ripples of desire throughout my body. I wanted to go slow; I wanted to savor this moment.

Misty kissed me back, pressing her body against mine. I felt electrified by the feeling of her and I wanted to be everywhere. I couldn’t wait to taste more of her, more than the sweet whiskey on her breath. I reached down to grab her ass and pull her closer, my hand gently kneading the soft flesh. She moaned into my mouth and I tasted her want, felt it by the way she shuddered. I felt incredibly lucky to have this woman in my arms, and I intended on extrapolating on the opportunity.

This Little Town- Chapter One

I didn’t know what I had expected. New jobs are always the best when you first get there. The people are nice, the boss isn’t a prick, and it’s exciting to learn new things. Before you know it, the newness is swallowed whole by familiarity. For whatever reason, I thought this time was going to be different. I sighed as I spun in my chair, turning from the mahogany desk to gaze out the window. I watched a couple of sea gulls flap their wings a few times and then glide upon the air. I could see the ocean from here. It was a beautiful view, with the turquoise water, white sand, blue sky, and coconut palms.

When the opportunity had come up, I had jumped at the chance to be the CEO of a company based in Hawaii. Who wouldn’t want to live in paradise? The scuba diving gear company was in trouble, and it was my job to fix it. After all, I had fixed a few problem companies in the past. How could I be bored here? Maybe it was because the climate and foliage was such a great distraction. How did anyone get anything done around here? So far, I had spent much of my time daydreaming of getting outside. I had only been here a few weeks, and I was already having troubles concentrating.

I heard a knock at my door and swung my chair back around to see Patricia, my secretary, stick her head in the door. “Ms. Lewis?”

I gently smiled. “You can call me Ivy, Patricia. What is it?”

She smiled a small, timid smile and told me that my lunch appointment was here. I sighed and thanked her, standing up and straitening my black pencil skirt and white blouse. I quickly ran my fingers through my long, black curls and ran my tongue against my teeth, hoping I had no lipstick stains. I pasted a welcoming smile on my face as I walked out of my office, greeting Thomas. I nodded to Patricia as she handed me my purse.

The financial adviser of Rad Scuba Inc was a middle aged man with black hair peppered with grey. The look suited him, I decided, as I looked into his brown eyes. “Mr. Radcliff, thank you for seeing me,” I said as we walked. I had made a reservation at what was quickly becoming my favorite restaurant, El Loco, just a couple of blocks from the office. It was a delicious Mexican place, and I loved the refried beans.

“Thomas, please,” he said smoothly. We launched into pleasant small talk about my move and settling in, as with any meeting. We got a private booth in the corner so we could talk about the business and what it was ailing from. I took notes on my phone and already had found some holes in their strategy the company had had already. Before I knew it, the lunch was over and I paid the bill, Thomas and I going our separate ways. I sighed, making a mental checklist. I knew the bulk of it would get done when I got back to the apartment I was renting. I worked best at night. One of the first things that had to go was the second warehouse. Having two warehouses when one would suffice for the current workload wasn’t doing anyone any favors. Once production picks up, there could be consideration for a second warehouse or expanding the second one. Advertising needed to be expanded. I wrote a couple of quick emails to the department heads responsible for these two areas, and snapped my laptop shut.

I swiveled around again to look outside. I told myself that I should get some blinds or curtains so I would stop thinking about it. I imagined myself laying on the beach, getting some sun and taking a dip in the water. I shook my head and turned back around. It wasn’t quite 4:30 yet, but I grabbed my laptop and purse, leaving the office, murmuring a good evening to Patricia. She might be shy and timid, but she did a good job at keeping the office together.

It was Friday night, and I wanted to go to the classy bar I had seen a couple miles from the apartment. Would I ever stop referring to it as the apartment, and think of home instead? I didn’t really belong anywhere. I had been moving around the country for the last ten years, the first three getting a master’s degree in business management, and moved for different jobs since then. I climbed into the shower, the warm water rushing down on my skin. The tears melded with the water and I stood in there a little longer than needed. I wasn’t sure what I was doing with my life. Didn’t everyone want to settle down and have a family? I didn’t know if that was something I really wanted or not. I toweled off and told myself that tomorrow I would get a cat.

I let my hair air dry as I applied purple shades to my eyes to compliment my green, almond shaped eyes. Black cat eye eyeliner and mascara, and some deep red lipstick and I fluffed my hair. I stepped into a little black dress that accented my curves with a little ruching at the waist and a deep V neckline. The dress was short, but I forwent panties anyway.

When I got to the bar, I was hard pressed to find a parking spot. I circled a few times when finally an attractive man with a stumbling and laughing blond took off in a little Miata MX-5. I let out a little sigh and told myself that I needed to buy a nicer car. My Mustang just wasn’t cutting it. I pulled into the parking spot and double checked my lipstick and teeth before getting out and straightening my dress. I was hopeful that I could find a spot to sit so my poor feet wouldn’t suffer in these strappy black heels, but from the looks of the parking lot it was doubtful.

After I was carded and walked in, I was immediately impressed. The ground floor was actually the top level, and there was also a basement, so there was plenty of space. The lighting was dim, and soft music played from the speakers that seemed to be all around. The chatter was loud but not overly so. The walls were black, with deep red carpet, and blue lighting in the ceiling that was meant for decoration and not to actually light the room. The background of the bar, which was on the far end of the room, was lit with the same blue lights, with tables in the middle of the room. I walked to the bar and sat at one of the few open spots.

The bartender was an attractive female with shiny red hair in a high, messy ponytail and shocking blue eyes done up in smoky tones. She wore silver earrings that brushed her shoulders as she moved. I smiled at her when she asked what I wanted and laughed to myself when I told her I wanted sex on the beach with extra cherries. I watched her walk away as she gathered the ingredients for the drink.

“She’s taken,” a sultry voice said next to my ear. I turned to face the speaker and my breath was taken away for a moment. Her hair was a deep chocolate brown, her skin a lovely shade of brown, and her eyes were brown with a tiny ring of hazel around the outside of the iris.

I smiled, “Is she yours?”

She smiled back. “No, I just know she’s taken.”

“I was just looking,” I said, as the bartender brought me my drink.

“What are you gonna have, Misty?” The bartender addressed the woman next to me.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Misty turned her head to look at me and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I licked my lips and took a sip of the fruity drink through the hot pink straw and smiled. Taking a cherry in my mouth, I slowly pulled the stem with my fingers. It was an old and overused trick, but it worked.

Misty sat next to me and I turned to her, asking, “Are you taken?”

She licked her lips and answered, “Not exactly. But I’m free enough to do what I want.”

I wasn’t sure what exactly that meant, but I decided that she was fair game. By the end of the first drink, her hand had already found its way to my knee, and it looked like it was going to be a cheap evening.

By the end of the second drink, I whispered in her ear, “You wanna go somewhere a little more private?”

She grinned and nodded her ascent. I paid for both our drinks, and we walked to the parking lot, where she followed me to my apartment.