I looked at my watch. ” Ok gotta pack, see you soon,” I said kissing his cheek again. “Thank you so much.
I handed him a $100 bill and ran for the apartment, “Congratulations!” he yelled as the door closed behind me. I waved without looking back.
I went in and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes and took several slow deep breaths, trying to center.
“Ok, gotta pack,” I said, the scent of her perfume seemed to be in my apartment. I shook my head. “Can’t be,” I smelled my hands. They did seem to have a touch of her scent on them.
I had almost three hours. I needed to pack, shower, Call Mom, Call Stacey and apologize for bailing on her and the Yankee game, Call Delaney and Lawrence and give them the news and my apology for the change in plans.
I made the calls first. I felt terrible for cutting Mom off after two minutes, but it was that or 2 hours. “Be careful, sweetie!” she said with a mix of excitement and fear for the adventure I had ahead. Her and I both! The others were all understanding and happy for me. I promised we’d do it soon.
Part of me knew that wasn’t true. Cynthia made it clear, my life was hers for at least eight months. I spent over an hour agonizing over what to pack. I did the only thing I could do and overpacked. From Jean, to tennis shorts, jogging outfits (of course), yoga pants, business skirt, blouse and jacket, both bathing suits, running shoes, flip flops, heals and flats. I am a master packer and got it all into a roll on, with a brief case/make up bag, purse and hand bag, just in case.
It was 4:15 PM when I had a bit of an adrenaline crash. I had to shower and change and got my shorts and shirt off and threw myself onto the bed, spread eagle in panties and braw. I closed my eyes trying to relax, but the events of the day played over in my mind. I popped the front of my braw and let the girls breath. The flow of blood through my breast and the warm July air through the open windows felt amazing.
This time tomorrow I will be on the beach, I thought. I slipped off my panties and jettisoned the braw completely. I lay there, eyes closed, legs spread, the warm gently breeze, tickling my labia. “Five Minutes,” I told myself, breathing slow and steady. “Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert. The sound of the city below was music to my ears. I smelled my hand, detecting just a hint of her perfume. “Someday soon I will have my own custom blend perfume…”
I replayed the lunch in my head… Her handling of the competition, her pitch to me, she was a master. She was all I imagined and more. On top of all that perfect skin and gorgeous hair.
My adrenalin was pumping again, and my thoughts turned to Ghalib. If only he were here… The blood flowed and my lower regions tingled. I caressed my breasts softly, as my breathing deepened. All the excitement had nerve endings activated throughout my body. I hadn’t touched myself like this in what seemed like forever, but today… today, I needed a release. There was too much excitement and I needed to take the edge off.
I pictured Ghalib standing before me, naked, chiseled and hard. He crawled on the bed on all fours, between my spread legs. He hesitated and raised up on his knees as his hand caressed my soft stomach. His brown eyes, locked on mine, he leaned forward stretching his gentle hand to touch my breasts. I could feel the heat and rapidly growing wetness. My nipples stiffed as his hand approached, gently tracing his fingers over my skin.
My eyes closed, my own hand played the part of Ghalib’s, softly squeezing my full breast sending a tingling rush through my erect nibbles, imagining his lips gently kissing them. As my right hand reached my hot drenched labia, I imagined his hot stiff hard-on slowly pressing against my pelvis as his lips continued to gently work my screaming nipples.
Such soft lips, I thought as he pressed himself against me. His kisses moved slowly up toward my neck as he ever so slowly pushed his throbbing head against my steaming labia. My fingers pressed in as I fantasized. His lips, so soft against my shoulder as his hair caressed my neck like silk against my skin. I was dripping wet working my fingers more frantically as felt an orgasm build.
“Oh, please don’t stop,” I said almost singing. “Aaahhh, I need this bad. Oh yes make me cum. Auuuhhhhhh,” I screamed.
I imagined his stiff boner thrusting in deep and hard, relentlessly sliding in and out. The soft kisses on my neck sending chills down my spine. Kisses so soft and delicate as the stiff shaft pushed. “Why was I smelling Cynthia’s perfume?” I thought as my climax built. The soft lips moved up to meet mine, the long silky hair caressed my cheeks as our tongues intertwined. I whined loudly picturing passionately kissing as my orgasm approached.
“Oooohhhhh yeeesss! I’m cumming!” I yelled as my orgasm hit like a freight train. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed.
The image that flashed in my mind at the peak of my pleasure was Cynthia’s face with her perfect skin and bright red lips, with her sandy hair dangling. The scent of her perfume stuck in my mind, as my fingers worked my clit. I pushed the image out of my mind and focused quickly on the thought of Ghalib’s brown eyes and dark hair.
My body went limp as my orgasm passed. I stared at the ceiling panting and regaining my composure. I was disturbed, trying to understand why her image had popped into my head at my moment of ecstasy…
“It’s just the fact that such a powerful woman wanted to hire me,” I thought to myself. “It perfectly normal transference.”
My fingers were drenched as I could feel my cum running slowly down my ass cheeks. I jumped up,” Gotta get a shower and get ready!” I told myself trying to refocus. My mind did seem to have a greater clarity after that quick release. There was a wet spot on my bed spread, I would need to deal with later. For now, I pulled it off an put it in the clothes basket
I cleaned myself up and put on a sharp looking grey double-breasted skirt suit. I put on a white blouse with a subtle collar. With the shirt unbuttoned to the 3rd button, the collar blended in, giving the appearance of wearing nothing beneath the jacket. The skirt was form fitting and ended just above the knee. I opted not to put on panty hose since Cynthia had not been wearing them earlier. I wore black heals that matched my slightly oversized purse and left my hair down, straight hanging about half way between my shoulders and the bottom of the jacket V-neck.
Ghalib dropped me at the helipad and there was only one white chopper there. He opened the door and I stepped out. In front of us was a black limo and a blond in skin tight designer jeans stepped out. I could only see her back but thought she must be a super model. She simply had the nicest ass I’d ever seen. She wore a 2-inch-wide heavy leather belt with a pattern of pencil sized holes scattered throughout. The belt pulled slightly down in the middle of her back where the center belt loop tugged downward from the strain the jeans covering her gorgeous round ass cheeks.