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“Would you like me to walk with you back to work?”
“No!” she shouted.
I was taken aback. I didn’t think the question seemed so absurd.
“Sorry to offend,” I said.
“It’s not offensive, Sir. It’s just that if you walked me down there everyone would talk.”
They were going to talk anyway but I let her be convinced she’d be safe from gossip if I didn’t walk her downstairs.
Later, back in my apartment, Celise and I sat at a makeshift dining room table brought in by my worker elves. It was a light wooden thing meant for two people. It was actually more like a card table than a dining one, but it served its purpose. Since Kathleen’s passing, I mostly ate at my work desk or on my lap in front of the TV. Sadly, my apartment was in no shape to entertain guests.
Celise kept her hands beneath the table as she watched me eat clams. She just stared and it was a little bit awkward to say the least. Since I knew she was checking me out, I put extra emphasis on each shell, widening my tongue and scooping out the meat with each bite.
She looked stunning. Her hair was back in a ponytail, but a large chunk of it had escaped and hung down over her left eye. I loved how the blue eyeliner enhanced her eyes and contrasted so well with the pink of her hair and light dusting of glitter she seemed to have applied to her face and body.
And those lips again. Wet. I remember thinking about the coat of wine I’d licked from Kathleen’s lips back in Ireland. I pushed the thought of my previous wife from my mind and focused on the date I had sitting in front of me.
The date I was starting to think might be masturbating beneath the table. Her chest rose and fell a little too heavily for someone just sitting and relaxing. Something was definitely going on. I took another clam and made a show of scooping it out with my tongue. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like she might’ve sighed.
“Sir, do you mind me asking why you brought me here?” she asked.
“Umm…”
I wasn’t sure how much I should actually say. I wasn’t in love with her and I didn’t know her long enough to be infatuated with her. The truth was, I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But she worked for me so I had to be respectful.
“I like you,” I decided to say. “And I knew the moment you walked into my office that I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you.”
“Oh…wow…”
Her arm was still moving in an odd way and I just knew she was fingering herself. I wanted to see her. I’d heard once from my right-hand elf, Bradley, that the Ventis were extremely horny elves and would often get together and have orgies and crazy stuff like that. The regular elves and the Pinkies weren’t like that but apparently the Ventis were very sexual beings.
And that conversation kept floating through my mind as I stared at Celise from across the table.
The table. I hated the table at that moment for obstructing my view. So I pulled it away from Celise quickly and shoved it to the side. It skidded a few feet from us and we both sat in our chairs, staring at each other face to face. Celise’s hand was up her skirt.
She didn’t even attempt to play it off and remove it. She was fine with me seeing her.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said.
She was beautiful, yes, but she wasn’t classy like my first two wives had been. With them I’d felt the need to wine and dine them at least a little bit. Celise just screamed sex.
As I said the word “hot” she closed her eyes, hiked up her skirt, and sank three fingers into her pussy. She leaned back in her seat and invited me to join the show.
I couldn’
t believe what I was seeing. I didn’t know whether to be turned off at her brazenness or to be turned on by her willingness to let me watch her finger fuck herself. I decided to be turned on. I’d get down to the facts later but at that moment, I wanted me some elf pussy.
I pulled my shirt off to let her catch a glimpse of the hard chest she’d been eyeballing in my office. I threw down my pants and sat my bare ass against the cold chair. And my dick was standing full mast.
Celise kept fingering herself, rubbing her thumb against her clit, and my eyes were glued to the shimmer of her juices smeared over the tattoo markings just above her clit. Three fingers fucked the shit out of her as she propped her tits up for me to see.
She opened her eyes and stared at me, smiling at my cock. I put my hand around it, a light circle formed by my thumb and middle finger, and ran it up and down gently.
She licked those luscious lips.
“My kind calls this Evernflun. It means to love each other in the open, flaws and beauty. And Fenashwa which means to please yourselves to prepare for the connection. Not exact translation but close.”
