River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (44 page)

Looking at the piece of paper, I navigated my way out of the parking lot and drove over toward his street. I had butterflies in my stomach.
This is kind of exciting. Okay, turning left, here is his street.
Driving slowly, I spotted some house numbers.
Why are some so evident and some hidden? That bugs me. Especially, when I am spying like this.
I giggled to myself. That’s it. There it stood. I pulled over to the opposite side of the street, a few houses away. Evidently, the banking industry has served him well. Well, his wife certainly has exquisite taste. There it was, in all its glory, a beautiful three story Georgian house.

Then, to my complete and utter horror, the front door opened and a very handsome man with two small children walked out. I watched as he helped them into a SUV.
Is that him? Oh, shit! That’s definitely the address. From a distance it really does look like him, or at the very least, how I envisioned him. Children! He has two kids too.
This is getting worse by the minute.
He slowly pulled out of the driveway.
Responsible too
. I quickly bent over toward the passenger seat as they drove past my vehicle, just to be sure he didn’t see me. My heart was beating out of my chest; I sat back up slowly and watched them drive away in my rear view mirror, until I couldn’t see them anymore.

For the next little while, I just sat there, staring at the house. With that, I started to cry.

The following week I immersed myself in my work and any activity that would keep my mind off of
him
and that unmistakable feeling of disappointment and loss over something that I never had: a loving husband for one, and then two adorable children. Keeping busy was good for me. I knew that. Suppressing my feelings and putting on my happy face was my specialty. That’s what I did. As far as my family and colleagues were concerned, Vivian Johanson had it all under control.

One night after my workout, unplanned, Salina met me in the locker room and suggested that we go out for a drink. I love the way her lips formulate each word and glide smoothly over her perfect teeth when she smiles. Salina was finishing her shift and was free. So we went to a nearby restaurant and sat at the bar, drinking a few too many cocktails and got to know each other. Yes, admittedly I was attracted to her. Again, in my slightly inebriated state, I found myself gazing at her mouth as she spoke and wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips. Her flirtatious ways and overt body language told me she felt the same.

The next day, she sent me a text. She had a spot available at the end of her shift, the following evening, and wondered if I would like that time slot – or better yet, we could meet at her apartment for a private session. I knew what she meant. We had flirted around the subject during our bar date. Her, wanting to treat me to a massage because she was learning this new technique and I would be helping her out by letting her practice on me.

I had to mull this over. A few hours later, I replied to her text letting her know that I was available and my shoulders were a little stiff and needed some attention. She loved my text message and replied that she’d know exactly the right moves to help with that. Yes, this encounter would be a good diversion. I felt so naughty and it felt so good.

That day I left work, and on my way home I drove past Marc’s house, just to torture myself. That evening once home, I played my music loud, got into the bath and shaved myself everywhere I could. I was now ready, willing and available for any possible adventure with Salina.

I most certainly didn’t sleep well but woke up with a certain excitement. It was difficult to concentrate at work, but being extremely busy helped, and the day flew by. Salina sent me a text letting me know what time to arrive and her home address. She also asked if I would like to go for a light dinner afterward. I told her yes. After all, if our session was a disaster I could feign an illness and excuse myself.

I drove myself to her place and nervously rang her apartment. She answered immediately and buzzed me up. I could hear music playing. She opened the door wearing shorts and t-shirt. She was so very pretty. Immediately she offered me a drink. Good thing. I was nervous, but it quickly evaporated with the help of a glass of Chardonnay.

In her living room, a massage table was ready for its customer. She kissed me ever so gently on my lips and asked if I would like to get naked. Handing me a robe, she turned abruptly, leaving the room. I removed my clothes, placed them neatly on a chair, and stood awkwardly waiting for Salina to return. It felt like I was in a gynecologist’s office waiting for the doctor to return for my examination.

Salina smiled at me as she walked back into the living room and over to the table. She slipped her hand into the belt and untied it. With the robe partially opened, walking behind me, she took her hands, caressed my neck and removed my robe. I was naked with her front to my back and feeling so exposed and vulnerable. I could feel my face blush and Salina’s eyes on my skin.

“Vivian, you are so fucking beautiful. Please, lay down on the table, face down and we’ll begin. You can trust me, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.” Salina stated softly.

I nodded, turning to her and said with a slight sarcastic tone, “Trust me, I’m more worried about you.”

Salina smiled, leaned in and ever so gently placed a kiss on my mouth. Her lips were soft and full. Just like I had envisioned. Our lips played a sensual dance exploring one another for the first time. Tongues found their way to each other. Exploring and caressing. I was sexually aroused, feeling pleasure all the way down into my pelvis. Kissing her was soft, enjoyable and highly arousing.
I was beginning to really like this feeling.

She guided me onto the table that had fresh clean white linens. I was relieved when she made me lay on my front. I was even more at ease when she covered my lower body with a white warm towel. So Salina was actually going to give me a massage. This would be a win/win with me receiving a massage
and
a possible orgasm.

Soft music was playing; the room was dimly lit from a small table lamp. I was a little tense. My arms were at my sides and my legs were squeezed together. I closed my eyes and she told me that she would be using lightly scented oil. She let me pick between two scents. I preferred the second one; as it had just a hint of lavender, this being one of my favorites. She warmed her hands with the oil and started to rub and dig into my shoulders. One arm at a time, then she moved her hands over my whole back. It was so relaxing.

My breasts were pressed into the sheets and she ran her hands down the sides of my back, stopping to feel the sides of my full breasts. Moving her hands further down towards my ass, I clenched my butt cheeks. She used more oil as she ran her hands over the top part of my lower torso and as I relaxed she’d move the towel lower. Touching and caressing me, until I was no longer shy or reluctant. The towel was gone. Her hands explored my thighs; down each leg to my feet with strong, firm and yet very soft caresses.

The oil was warmed by her hands and my body heat. I felt her thumbs massage my inner thighs, moving up close toward my vagina. I spread my legs ever so slightly wider, inviting her hands in. She ran her oiled fingertips over the outer part of my vagina. I could feel her pressing there and slowly working her way inside my slit. My moisture mixed with the oil.

She glided her hand under me placing a thick towel under my pelvis which naturally arched my behind up. Her hands found me once again, gliding all over as she explored and found my clit which was pooled in oil and my own juices. She used her hands to gently prod my legs further apart. This gave Salina full access to my most private parts. I was no longer shy. I wanted this.

One hand entered my slippery and soft vagina while her other hand rubbed my clit.
This feels soooo good.
I squirmed as she stroked me over and over again. Pressing and circling my hardened button while her other hand fingered my hole, I was drowning in my own pleasure. Slippery hands stroked and pressed and within minutes, I exploded all over her hand.

I just laid there enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm. The music gently continued. It was a classical piece that seemed to caress my body. I was so relaxed. My eyes were closed and I could feel my pussy pulsing.
As if waiting for a throbbing cock.

That’s when she told me to turn over.

I opened my eyes and was asked if I would like a frontal massage? Salina was exceptionally beautiful and started to unbutton her top. I was lost for words, and before I could answer, she bent down and sucked on my nipple, then the other, until they were rock hard. I watched as her full lips lavished attention on each breast by sucking them into her mouth.

She stood up, looked me in the eyes and slowly removed her top. Then her simple black bra dropped away. Her nipples were small, dark and pointy surrounded by a perfect mound of flesh. I had the urge to suck them; not knowing what it would be like. Salina leaned forward and rubbed her tiny pointed nipple around my lips; first around my bottom lip and then my top lip. I kissed it slowly, brought it into my mouth and then started to suck. This was foreign to me. I wanted to play. She pulled it out and offered me her other nipple. I licked it slowly, bit down slightly, pulled on it and suckled.
Oh, I loved sucking them.
It never dawned on me to use my hands. My mouth was all I needed and obviously all she wanted.

She pulled away, reapplied oil to her hands, and massaged my breasts. They were very slippery. I watched as she played with both of them, arching them up for more play. My breasts were larger than hers and my skin was pale by comparison.
Oh, it felt so good as she touched and played...so arousing to watch
. She slid her hands down my waist and once again found my clit. My tender pussy felt soft and full.

At that moment, she reached under the table and handed me a wand vibrator as she turned it on.
Was this for me, her, or both of us?
I would let her take the lead. I liked to do that during sex. Hopping up on the table, she straddled me at my waist. She opened her pussy lips, showing me her clit. I had seen this view before. I knew what she wanted. I placed the vibrator over her lips and all around, lightly pressed her clit. She moaned and wiggled as the wand pressed into her wet pussy. I was no stranger to this lovely little apparatus.

I let her take the lead once more as she turned around, with her hips up in the air; positioning her pussy close to my face. I smelled her juices. I kept the vibrator moving all over her vagina. She moved down my body, took her hands and separated my pussy lips which were swollen and glistening wet.
Was she going to kiss me there?
No need to ask, as she shoved her face into my throbbing pussy and she sucked my clit into her mouth. Her lips were soft and melted into me. I didn’t want her to stop. I kept pressing the vibrator onto her clit and surrounding flesh. The vibrator was dripping with her juices. It turned me on knowing I was pleasing her. Meanwhile, her sweet mouth kept up the relentless sweet torture on my clit. Bringing it into her mouth to tongue massage it, and letting it out. Over and over again.
Salina knew how to eat pussy, lucky me!
I could feel her mouth move down to my opening and use her tongue as a spoon to help herself to my overflowing juices. Her whole face seemed to circle and press into my clit and the surrounding flesh. She was drinking me in. Moving with such conviction, knowing I could not hold out any longer, as my orgasm released me from all reality. I was truly lost.

Just at that moment, when I must admit I was barely paying attention, she stiffened and cried out with the sweetest sound. She came.

Yes, Salina gave a wonderful massage and now I must go shopping to buy myself a vibrator just like hers.

Afterward, we shared another glass of wine and enjoyed some small talk which was exactly the right thing to do. We both decided that we’d pass on the dinner out. I went home, showered all of that oil off, and got into my bed. I looked into the top drawer of my night stand, and pulled out my trusted vibrator, the rotating rabbit, and gave myself my third orgasm of the night. I realized something about myself tonight:
sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked!

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning I woke up, made myself my morning tea and gazed out over the River Walk and beyond. While I drove to work, I kept shaking my head. I couldn’t believe I had experienced that. Admittedly, I did enjoy myself, and it was a good distraction. But I had to admit one thing: I wanted a man. Again, on the way home from work I drove by Marc’s house. Yes, I was becoming a stalker.
Or was I one already?

The next day, I decided I would walk by Marc’s workplace on my lunch hour. While strolling, I looked up at the largest sky scraper in San Antonio, a marvel of postmodern design, and this just happened to be his office building. I walked through the lobby.
I wonder what time he takes his lunch?
Perhaps one day I would be able to run into him,
accidentally
. After all, I couldn’t just walk up to his house and knock on his front door. I’d freak him and his wife out. By the third day, I decided to go after work because the lunch stalking wasn’t working out. No sign of Mr. Smart Boy.

I don’t know why I was getting obsessed over this; I just wanted to talk to him - a little conversation is all. It was an itch that needed scratching. Plus, now that I had started all this, I need to finish it. He was married and I would never interfere in that.
Talking is not an affair, right?

I could walk right into his office and ask to meet with him.
No, that would be way too obvious, and then he would know I was stalking him.
No, I better do it outside, in neutral territory. Something just dawned on me; he might not even remember me. That was entirely possible. That would be embarrassing. If that was the case, I would need a quick escape. Outside would be best. So I would try tomorrow after work.