I stare up at the tall, beautiful, sleek building that juts up toward the crisp cerulean sky in Midtown Manhattan. The Bank of America building has always appealed to me; it might not be the tallest building in New York City, but I like its unique design and the way that it overlooks Bryant Park and The New York Public Library.
I'm so busy admiring the sleek design of the beautiful building that I barely pay any attention to the men that inquisitively glance at me as I pass them by. Handsome men in custom tailored suits and gorgeous eyes drink in my vivacious and lovely feminine figure, from my ruby lips, Latin hips, and slightly tan, smooth skin. The black dress that I'm wearing fits me well, and despite my reservations about the little pouch underneath my stomach, men are definitely checking me out. Once I finally realize that men are staring at me left and right, I can't help but blush profusely. Especially since now is not the time to be fawning over attractive men.
I have an appointment with the hiring manager from Vivid Publications, an up and coming publishing company that specializes in more risqué erotica, such as kink, lesbian, and queer erotica. I've read some of the titles from Vivid Publications and enjoyed them immensely, especially the lesbian ones. Even though I find men attractive and desirable, I find their inability to connect with their emotions a turnoff. I find women to be much more sensual and connected with their bodies and souls, which definitely affects the intimacy. Unfortunately, I've never been that intimate with a fellow woman, but I always dream of it every night, imagining a pair of soft lips suckling my taut nipples while a gentle hand probes my wet folds. The image always makes my womb clench and forces my panties to flood in complete arousal.
Stay focused, I scold myself as I stop before the glass building and take out my cell phone. The hiring manager, Maritza, is supposed to meet me right outside the building. Even though it's an August day, it isn't that humid and the temperature is in the balmy lower sixties. I see a new message pop up on my phone from an unknown number and my adrenaline spikes.
Coming down. I think I see you. Are you the gorgeous brunette that all of the men are fawning over? ; )
I blush profusely. I glance down at my dress and wonder if I have made a mistake. But when I see the lady walking toward me in an elegant yet sexy black maxi dress with red pumps, I find myself staring in total inappropriate yearning.
“You look like you work for us, darling,” she purrs as she lithely approaches me. “Loving that dress. And that lipstick is phenomenal.”
I can’t help but blush at her warm praise. “Thank you so much. You are too kind.” I pause and extend my right hand toward her. "It's nice to meet you, Maritza."
She shakes my hand and I shiver at the undeniable attraction that I have toward her. "Maritza called out sick. I'm Sophie. It's a pleasure." She pauses and smiles exuberantly at me. “I know I sound shallow, but believe me, I’m not. I just love to make women feel good about themselves whenever possible. God knows we go through enough trials, right?”
I feel myself relax at Sophie’s warm, inviting aura and refreshing candor. “I completely agree.”
“Come. Let’s get some coffee. I’m dying for a latte.”
I obediently follow Sophie through the throngs of people walking in both directions on The Avenue of The Americas. When we enter the Pret a block down, I notice how we turn heads from several men and women. Most are too rushed to notice us. But I can’t help but feel a little excited at the thought of being considered desirable and sexy.
Once we order our lattes and sit down at one of the tables, Sophie goes through the basics of the recent changes in the publishing company; how they had initially started off with heterosexual, monogamous erotica but are now expanding to kink, LGBTQ, and polyamory, as well as interracial erotica. I loved the publishing company already, but now that they are expanding their genres, I find myself adoring them even more.
I don’t talk much during the ten minutes that Sophie discusses Vivid Fantasies. Even though Sophie is an excellent, professional speaker, I can't deny the way my body is reacting to Sophie’s succulent curves and sexy, gentle voice. I have to pull my gaze back to Sophie’s face since my attention continues to divert to her hint of cleavage that suits her perfectly. I find myself daydreaming at one point as Sophie takes out a manila folder from her suitcase, allowing me to catch a peek of her sleek, toned legs and even more of her supple cleavage. Heady images flicker in my mind of gently kissing her smooth, pale neck while I roam my hands all over Sophie’s beautiful, curvy body.
“I should show you the office,” she says as she finishes the remainder of her latte. “Would you like to stop by?"
“Of course. I’d love to see it.”
Five minutes later, we are in the elevator in the sleek, tall building that Vivid Publications calls home. I try my best to stay professional and to not stare at Sophie, but that is impossible since I find this woman so intoxicating. She's like a magnet that I can’t pull away from. I feel the energy shift between us as the elevator door opens and she leads the way down a long, wide hall with multiple doors on both sides. The walls are a calm, slate grey and I find myself already liking the vibe of the workplace. I can definitely see myself working here, I think to myself as we finally stop at the door at the end of the long hall.
“Here we are,” Sophie says as she opens the door and steps aside to let me in.
I slowly step into the office and gasp at the beautiful, large and spacious room. The opulent yet simple office resembles something out of a top-notch lawyer’s office or high-level marketing agency here in Manhattan. The walls are an eggshell white and the two tall and wide bookshelves are filled to the brim with books. Sophie’s large, cherry red executive desk rests right in front of the large, intoxicating view of Midtown Manhattan; I'm compelled to walk over to take in the beautiful sight of the oasis sprawled out before us.
“You have such a gorgeous view,” I whisper. “You are so lucky to work here.”
Sophie sighs and I quickly glance at her, immediately noticing the sudden shift in her mood. “I consider myself very lucky. But I won’t lie, it gets lonely.”
I frown. “I’m sorry. I always figured it would be easier to find someone in such a big city. I’ve been hearing the opposite, though.”
Sophie nods. “Sadly, it’s true. It’s even more difficult when you are bisexual. I prefer women. I’m only sexually attracted to men; with women, I am sexually and emotionally attracted to them.”
“Oh.” My eyes widen in surprise. “Wow, I’m bisexual, too. I’ve been feeling less attracted to men lately."
Sophie rolls her eyes. “The majority of them don’t even know how to pleasure a woman. They have no idea how to touch us because they are too busy thinking about themselves.” Her pale cheeks redden a little. “I’m sorry. I’m being quite unprofessional.”
“Not at all.” I smile. “I echo your sentiments.”
Sophie’s luxurious hazel eyes glimmer with intrigue. “So would it be unprofessional if I said that I’ve noticed the way you’ve been checking me out?”
My eyes widen in complete alarm as panic, white and hot, surges through me. “I’m so sorry. Please, it wasn’t my intention to offend you. I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that.”
I gasp as Sophie quickly closes the distance between us and wraps her right hand around my pale neck. Immediately, I feel my nipples tighten and my clit pulse in absolute desire as Sophie’s unwavering, potent gaze of lust focuses on me.
“No disrespect taken at all, baby girl,” Sophie calmly whispers. “I sensed the hidden insatiable nymph residing in you the moment I set my gaze on your beautiful face. Your aura shimmers with it. But it overwhelms you. You feel like you can’t trust anyone with that side of yourself, correct?”
I gulp nervously as I nod. “Correct. You got me figured out, Miss.”
“Mm.” Sophie’s luscious warm eyes glimmer with approval. “You’re calling me Miss already. You keep winning me over, baby girl.” She pauses and brings her mouth to my right ear. “Have you ever been with a dominant woman, Autumn?”
I feel shame and remorse coalesce within me. “No, I haven’t, Miss.”
“No need to feel ashamed, baby doll.” She brings her left hand to the smooth curve of my neck. “I can certainly teach you. But I’m afraid to say that I’m selfish. I need to have a taste of you first.”
I feel a primal shiver course through me. “You want to taste me?”
Sophie chuckles in my ear. “Yes, I certainly do, my sweet. I bet you taste divine. I want you lying down on my desk, legs perched on my shoulders, my hands kneading your beautiful breasts as I tongue fuck you into oblivion.”
A moan escapes me as the delicious, decadent image comes to fruition in my mind. “Oh my God, I’d love that so much, Miss. I’ve never had a woman make love to me.”
“I’d be honored to be your first, my sweet.” Sophie purrs into my ear. “Be a good girl and take off your panties and spread yourself on my desk.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I quickly walk over to Sophie’s large cherry wood desk and spread myself on it, making sure to take off my panties before I set them on the desk. Sophie places my legs on her shoulders and rolls her chair closer to me. Even though I know that I shouldn't be nervous, I am; I secretly hope that my neatly trimmed pubic hair doesn’t repel her. Instead of being disgusted, though, she seems genuinely delighted.
"I love it when a beautiful woman grows her pubic hair," she excitedly says. "It's so sexy."
I feel my taut body immediately relax upon hearing her placating words. She kisses her way up my right thigh, which makes me shiver in absolute surrender. Feeling her sumptuous mouth on the inside of my thigh is heavenly, but it can't compare to feeling her satin soft lips brush my wet, sensitive labia. I gasp as she slowly, sensuously flickers her tongue against my core before she moans in approval.
"So delicious," she whispers as her hands slip under my dress and up my soft body. "Take off the dress, baby doll. I want you naked on my desk while I tongue fuck you and squeeze those beautiful breasts."
I feel like I could come from her mere words. I don't want to come so soon, though; I want to hold out as much as possible so that I can enjoy every second of her skilled tongue lavishing me in liquid heat. I quickly take off my dress and set it on top of my panties next to me and I almost scream when she drags her decadent tongue up my aching, hot slit. She glides her hands up my soft body, caressing my smooth, tan skin until she reaches my B-cup breasts and lightly squeezes them as she slowly fucks me with her heavenly tongue.
"Oh my God," I say in a shaky whisper. "It feels so fucking good, Miss."
I feel all my insecurity and anxiety shed away as pleasure becomes my world. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as I focus on the delicious, erotic sensations of her tongue bathing my pussy lips in her warm, slick saliva and her hands kneading my breasts. When her fingers wrap around my taut, hardened nipples and pluck at the sensitive peaks, a loud moan escapes me.