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I had put in my best effort. Though any improvement was likely to be immediately noticeable, and more than likely shocking. The general state of affairs, particularly in terms of my appearance, could typically only be charitably described as ‘disheveled.’
Freshly bathed with my hair combed, encased in a suit I hadn’t worn in literally years, I entered the dining room., resisting the urge to jig as I did so. I perched on my chair at the head of the table. Eyes closed and mind attuned. I could almost hear it as the limo approached. A physical impossibility, considering how well I kept it maintained, but a nice illusion nonetheless.
The doors, I did hear. As well as two pairs of shoes as they approached the house, one set of footsteps slightly lighter than the other. She had arrived. It was time for the preliminaries to commence.
She glowed like a goddess from a long forgotten religion. The candles caught her at just the right angle to create a soft halo around her silhouette.
So this was Vega Alejo face to face. While I wanted to say something witty, something charming, my mouth went dry and my mind went blank at her approach, and the only words I could conjure were: “Please, take a seat.
She sat down gingerly in the chair I’d pulled out for her. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” she says shyly
“The feeling is mutual,” I replied with a smile.
Vega looked up, her brown eyes wide in surprise, but her lips curling up into a smile both flattered and a little nervous.
I know I’m being hasty, but I can’t help myself. “This project is on contract,” I said, sliding over a hard copy, “please read it over carefully and ask any questions you may have. You do not have to agree if you are uncomfortable.”
She already knows what this “project” of mine entails. For the next two weeks, Vega Alejo was going to be my “Valentine.”
Some might find the arrangement disagreeable, sleeping with my employees, but the women who come out are always informed beforehand, and willing. And Vega, at least from the e-mails I’d exchanged with her over the last few weeks, was more than willing.
My initial instincts about her had been correct, and her work had been more than impressive, too. Something even in those simple digital correspondences with her had been enchanting, so I’d broken my own rule, and extended the prized invitation to her in spite of her newness.
For an additional five, torturous minutes, she read the contract, taking care to go over each page, her lovely face unreadable until finally, a smile spread over her lips. “Do you have a pen?” she asked, looking up from the last page.
Using the 1956 Waterman I always kept in my shirt pocket, Vega signed the contract, her hand gliding across the page like a figure skater.
“When do we start?” she asked, replacing the cap to the pen like a punctuation.
“Now, if you’re up to it,” I said, curious to see just how willing she is to dive into this
Her eyebrows raised in surprise, but the excited sparkle in her eyes was unmistakable. “You don’t mince words, do you?
I shrugged. “Do I need to?
“No,” she admitted, “I know why I’m here.
“Good. Stand up.”
At my word, Vega got to her feet. Not so fast she knocked over the chair, nor so slow she prolonged my suffering. A simple straight, upward stroke, that let me see her in beautiful profile. Her chest and ass were the most prominent of her gentle curves. She had worn a dress to see me.
Even if she didn’t particularly like them. Then tension in her shoulders betrayed this immediately. As an act of mercy as much as lust, I unzipped the back, letting it drop from her shoulders, falling around her feet. In spite of being exposed to a man she’d only just met, she honestly seemed more comfortable in just her underwear. Sheer white, soft cotton things. Virgin white. Speaking to her youth and inexperience
The first touch was light. I didn’t want to shock her. A gentle hand on her shoulder, I watched and listened as I caressed her from behind. My other hand joining in the exploration as enjoyed her tender, untouched body. Easing her back so she was pressed up against me, I slid a hand down over the front of her panties, tenderly cupping her pussy through soft cloth. She let out a soft gasp but didn’t pull away. In fact, she arched back into me and her hips bucked against my hand
Stroking the tips of my fingers inside the waistband of her panties, from hip to hip and then back again, I went down inch by inch. Kissing her on the neck as I did so.
She did not sigh. It was more of a deflation. Her body relaxing, pressing back against mine as I caressed her silken lips. Tender, yet rigid under my finger tip. Her clit, well closed off.
