My hips gyrated and I lost balance. I threw my right arm around her neck and pulled us together, burying my face into her neck.
“I’m c, cum. Oh y, yes Cynthia. Yes, yes oh God yes!” I screeched pressing my open mouth against her shoulder to muffle the screams.
A pulse of pleasure shot through me in convulsive waves from my throbbing clit, like I had never felt before. I tried to pull away from the jet as the orgasm intensified, but she held me there, the relentless jet overwhelming my senses. My hips rocked and her fingers held me open, as I clung too tightly to her, powerless to release my grip as my body spasmed.
Cumming, cum, ming, oh God please Cynnnth, i, aaaaaaaaaaa!”
As my endless orgasm finally subsided, I collapsed back into my seat, panting and embarrassed. I looked awkwardly up to her with my calves still on her shoulder.
“You really had some pent-up passion Leasie. You need to let that out Honey. You still seemed a little reserved.” She said calmly pushing my heels up and wiggling out from between my legs. “That was awesome. I will give you some time to collect yourself Honey. Five AM sharp on the beach if you want to run. I’m going to shower and get some sleep… Night.”
She had picked up her bikini and wine glass. She tossed the bikini over her shoulder and raised the wine glass like a toast, grinning as she strutted off. I found myself sitting up quickly and staring at her frim beautiful ass as she strutted away.
Embarrassed, confused and ashamed at my behavior. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. What just happened? Had I blown the greatest career opportunity anyone could have hoped for? I quickly decided to run in, get a shower and get some sleep. I told myself, get a read from her in the morning and decide what to do then.
When I returned to my room, I could see a light under the door of Cynthia’s room and thought about knocking to apologize but thought better of it. The alcohol was fully kicked in and I could barely walk let alone talk coherently.
Instead I took a long warm shower, cleaned up and shaved, put on some panties and a mid-thigh pajama T. I ponytailed my hair and was ready for bed. I felt a little more soberer, in control, and yes, a lot less stressed after Mr. Happy did his job.
I decided to peek out and see if her light was still on. I was still in shock and disbelief of my behavior. I wanted to make sure I had not messed up this opportunity.
The light was on so I put my ear to the door and could hear her talking to someone on the phone. “Get it done Alfonse, we have got to get back on schedule. I do not want any more Friday night call. This is my me time and I don’t like breaking my no call policy. Let’s go over it one more time and then I have to go!”
I decided against interrupting and took a stroll out by the pool for one more dose of the ocean air. The hot tub steamed slightly in the moon light. The sound of the waves and the salt air put the perfect ending on the evening.
When I walked back to the room, I saw the light under her door. I hesitated, leaned against it and could hear a Gossip Girls rerun on the TV. I heard a drawer or door close. I must have paced back and forth between our doors twenty times before deciding to go for it. I knocked way too lightly I was sure, but I heard a loud clear “Leasie.”
I opened the door, “I’m glad you’re still…”
“Ah!” she yelled as her body flew instantly from laying naked on the bed to a ball, with her knees to her chin and arms wrapped tightly across her shins. In her right hand a humming six-inch silver dildo hummed away.
I turned immediately putting my back to her.
“Oh Fuck, I’m so embarrassed” she said frantically.
As the hum of the dildo stopped, the realization of the reason she called my name hit me. “I’m so sorry, I knocked and heard you say my name and…” I suddenly froze not knowing what to say. “I’ll just…”
“It’s ok,” she blurted. “Once again Ms. Carmichael, your timing is impeccable. I was trying to sleep and the thought of your encounter with Mr. Happy got me thinking about my own situation and five months of no man in my life and decided to relieve a little tension of my own.
“I just keep making things worse. I wanted to apologize for my behavior in the hot tub. I have no idea what got into me. It was completely unprofessional…”
“I already told you, Professional starts Monday. Everything’s ok, were grown women with needs and no men in our life right now. You got to take the edge off every now and then. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. You can turn around Leasie, it’s nothing you haven’t already seen.” she said calmly.
I turned and she as stretched out leaning on some pillows fully nude, with her hands at her side on the bed. The silver dildo lay next to her and her legs were straight and slightly spread. Another awkward moment and another decision point. “Walk away, just walk away,” I told myself. I was turning to go when the glimmer of the dildo caught my eye. An opportunity to even the score crossed my mind.
I’m not sure if the alcohol was to blame, but whatever the cause, I found myself walking toward her without thinking about it. She looked at me smiling apprehensively. Her expression grew more apprehensive with each step.
I sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the dildo and examined. It was still warm and sticky wet from her using it. I could see a gap in her labia where it had been inserted just moments ago. I turned the base and the hum resumed.
“These are great, but like Mr. Happy, it’s always a little more satisfying if you’re not doing it yourself,” I said pointing the silver bullet toward the target. “I’ll drive…”
Her eyes widened as the humming dildo tip touched her wet labia. She let out a whimper and closed her eyes as I gently ran the tip up and down her slit. I could see her juices glistening on the tip as I moved it ever so slowly toward her clit.
She gasped and jerked as it hit home. “Oh, fuck that feels good Leasie,”
“Just returning the favor Cynthia, it looks like you have a lot of pent up tension too. Just lay back and enjoy the ride,” I said in a soft sultry voice I did not know I even had.
“Oh fuuuuccck,” she moaned as I slowly twisted it into her. Aaaaaahhhhh Yyyyeeeesssss, fuck yyyyeeeessss, fuuuuuck me please!
I could not believe her dirty mouth, and how loud she was getting and more disturbingly how excited I was getting to hear her talk dirty. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter by the second. I have never had thoughts like this about a woman before.
I began to pump it in and out with increasing speed and she met every thrust with a thrust of her own, shoving the plastic cock in as far in as she could. My fingers were getting soaked with her juices and her scent… The mixture of her natural scent mixed with her special perfume sent tingles straight to my vagina.
I pulled it out to move to back to her stiff little clit.
“No, don’t fucking stop! Put that fucking cock back in me please!” she commanded.
“Trust me Cynthia, I’ve got this. You just lay back and enjoy,” I said pressing the vibrator against her clit. “Just close your eyes and let this little beauty do its thing.