Foreword:
This little story contains some references to "Top Down" but it can be read on it's own. It's my first written PWP, or erotica as I prefer to call it.
If you like it, let me know at evecho@netscape.net. Enjoy
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Jacquie drove home, smiling to herself. It had been a good weekend all round. She could claim a tax benefit from the slave auction, and also feel good about setting Gret up. Or was that setting Mitch up? Either way, left to their own devices, neither of them would have made the move. Still, Jacquie hoped that Gret wouldn't be too mad when she figured it out. Lordy, but Gret could be too passive sometimes.
Glancing at her profile in the side mirror and rechecking it in the rear view mirror she admired her waxed eyebrows and light brown eyes. Hmmm, perhaps I could use a change too, she thought, touching the faint lines around her face. Not that my own love life is in heady ecstasy. The smile left her face when her thoughts turned inward, and she grimaced in self derision.
Ever since she found out about her provocative role in the events between Gret and Mitch, Jacquie had taken a hard look at her actions. Guilt and doubt threatened to overwhelm her conscience when she thought about the men and women she had used or manipulated for gain or pleasure, including her ex-husband. He was nowhere near her now, thank goodness.
Still, he had remarried and last she heard, he and his family seemed to be happy. Jacquie couldn't help feeling a little jealous. She was still hoping, one day, she would find someone worthy of what she wanted but admitting any form of weakness was anathema in the corporate world. Now that she had created a solid niche for herself, she started to think about fulfilling the dreams she had tucked away.
As she sped into the setting sun, Jacquie wished her private life was so bright she had to wear shades.
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The Sauvignon Blanc was a little heavy on her palate. Come to think of it, so was the Chardonnay she had drunk earlier. Sighing, Jacquie realised that she was ovulating. It was that time of month. Her breasts felt fuller and heavier and so did her body. Soon, she would be most aware of its needs, from the heightened sensitivity in all her senses to the demands of its urges. Please let it be for chocolate this time, she prayed.
Eyeing her dinner companion, she thought, I wonder if ‘Mr Salesman of the Year' could possibly talk to me rather than my chest. To prove a point, Jacquie flipped her long blonde hair back and drew in a deep breath - the action expanding her chest - and leaned forward to the table. Her date's eyes grew bigger and he stammered partway through his spiel. She smirked, Yep, gets 'em every time.
Unaware of the sensuality of her disinterested expression, Jacquie licked her lips as she looked past his shoulder and around the room. The elegant but heavily masculine décor of Forty-Two was ideal for business entertainment, that's why she chose it this evening. Jacquie had been here many times and she was bored. There were overly patronising waiters and men men men everywhere. The female clients she could see were all either ultra conservative or trophies, and never alone or with another woman.
I wonder if I should hit the red, she thought, but it might make me even sleepier. There's always the dessert cart … she mused.
Her gaze followed the waiters, landing on a server here or a wineglass there. Flitting over the other patrons, she measured the distinguished looking men in their Italian suits, Swiss watches and solid wedding rings. She had fucked men like those. Bringing her focus short to her dinner companion, she noted again that he was the tanned, blonde, square-jawed type that most women would cream their pants for in an instant. He still had his hair slightly long over the collar, enough to add a little beach appeal. His smile was dazzling and the cleft on his chin was probably a huge drawcard. Jacquie noticed women admiring him when he arrived. Women like that didn't interest her.
Back to studying the restaurant. As long as she kept him in her line of sight and gave the appropriate response, he could think that he had given an impressive performance tonight. Years ago, Jacquie might have even given him a really memorable evening, but not anymore. Unnoticed, her libido had wavered and crashed just as she had reached the top of her career ladder. The twin rejections in Hurstville had been the wake-up call. She hadn't wanted to face it then, but the snub had hurt more than she would admit. At thirty-nine, Jacquie wondered if her best years were behind her.
A little glum now, her wandering eyes fell on a young woman sitting on the edge of a leather booth. She was with colleagues but her position was on the outside of the group, whereas another woman was right in the centre. Jacquie looked at her with interest, noting her crossed ankles, light pin stripe suit and a shaggy haircut that made her appear elfin. Her composure was quiet, in contrast to the rest of the laughing group.
Levelling her stare, Jacquie saw the girl jerk her head up, only to turn it away when she noticed the intensity of Jacquie's interest. Hesitantly peeking back, she realised nervously that Jacquie's gaze had not moved. Instead, it was roaming over the girl from head to toe. When their eyes met, Jacquie saw the girl's widen and her cheeks flush with acute embarrassment.
She smirked at the girl's blush and blew her a tiny kiss. Bad, she lightly chided herself.
The arrival of the waitress signalled the final course of the long evening, a Gueridon service for Jacquie's warm dessert. Jacquie admired her server's shape in the dark uniform and checked out her butt, comparing it to the waiter serving the next table over. When he moved off, knowing eyes caught her gaze. Startled, Jacquie quickly swerved hers away, then instantly back again.
Intense grey eyes were mocking her from ten feet away. Jacquie lifted her eyebrow daringly. The woman across the space quirked a tiny amused smile, then sent her eyes deliberately raking over Jacquie's body, stopping pointedly to appreciate her generous bosom. The blatant scrutiny made Jacquie shiver delicately and her lips parted in silent reaction. Her back stiffened, pushing her firming nipples forward. Both her date and the other woman noticed them. Jacquie's rolled her eyes at their reaction.
"You know, I would be happy to show you our brand new catalogue and portfolio. We've been working with a couple of developments in the Bahamas …." her companion droned, not realising that Jacquie's attention was fixed over his shoulder, "… we pride ourselves on getting the goods through, no matter how hard the demand."
"How interesting," she said, flicking her eyes onto him for a moment, "do tell me how you came through in one of those hard situations."
Beaming, he dropped his hands into his lap and continued talking. Jacquie switched back to the woman who was still watching her intently. She had shoulder-length black hair, grey eyes smoky veiled from the weak light of the table lamp, and pale skin made alabaster from the contrast of her crisp white shirt in a black suit. Her open collar displayed a hard silver neckpiece that was matched by silver cuff links and wristlets. A couple of platinum rings winked on her fingers.
My god, she's cool as ice, Jacquie surmised. But the bold eyebrows and generous lips slashed red, framed by hollow cheeks, suggested something else.
Now that she was on the receiving end of an open appreciation, Jacquie's skin goose pimpled at the knowing look. It had brought her up short. Not that she was unused to being checked out but that she had been caught perving on a much younger woman, for sport. For some reason, the woman with the grey eyes made Jacquie feel like prey. And the sudden change of standing left her off-balance.
Jacquie broke their connection by focusing on her date. She could still feel the heavy-lidded gaze burning into her face, like a flame licking at her skin. Her inner fortitude screamed to meet the insolent stare. Minutely, Jacquie's eyes glanced back to the woman, only to be caught in the glacial mirrors each time.
Her colour high, Jacquie excused herself to the powder room. She needed to regain her composure. Inside the washroom, she delicately cooled her wrist points and pressed a moisturised towellete to her throat and temples. Jacquie cursed her body for reacting so easily under the influence.
Influence of what? She didn't want to answer that.
She heard the door open and the staccato click of heels round the bend to the sinks where she stood. Her waiting eyes locked with amused grey ones in the mirror. The other woman slowed her stride coming up to the sink next to Jacquie, and started washing her hands. They held each other's gaze in the glass until the faucet stopped gushing.
The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the air-conditioning and the clink of jewellery on the brunette's wrists. The woman dropped her gaze when she had to select a handtowel. Jacquie followed the action with her eyes. Long fingers adorned by a couple of rings were very slowly wiped. Later, Jacquie would remember that the fingernails were short but polished.
Jacquie took a step back when an arm reached out toward her, her mouth opened to ready protest. She looked up into a sensual face that was coming slower, so close until she forgot its amused expression and was drawn into stormy eyes, their darkening pupils hypnotising Jacquie as they grew.
She felt the arm brush past her side and heard the gentle tumble of the towel as it dropped into a receptacle. The woman's face was mere inches from her own.
As she stood there, her heart pounding from the consuming presence of the woman, Jacquie breathed in, committing smoky vanilla scent to memory.
"Why don't you play with someone your own size?" The woman said softly before drawing back.
Still dazed by their close proximity following the battle of wills, Jacquie didn't understand what she heard until she saw the woman smirk. Snapping a fiery glare at the woman, Jacquie said, "I don't know what you mean. And even if I did, it's none of your concern who I play with." She turned back to the sink and roughly flipped the water on, intent on ignoring the presumptuous stranger.
Suddenly, two hands landed on either side of Jacquie, trapping her between the counter and the soft, unyielding body behind. Her startled gaze was met in the mirror. Jacquie's voice died in her throat when she felt the woman press firmly into her back. She could feel breasts despite the layers of clothing between them, and a tight frame fitting snugly into her curves.
The woman leaned in to lightly nuzzle Jacquie's ear, ratcheting up Jacquie's dancing pulse rate.
"I was watching you the whole night," she said quietly, "and I wondered why a hot," her hands clasped Jacquie's waist, startling the blonde, "sexy," the hands moved up Jacquie's rib cage, "woman like you …" Jacquie could not tear away from the sight of the hands now cupping her breasts possessively. She could barely breathe, shocked by the brazenness of the brunette's actions and her own passivity.
The confident woman continued, crooning, "Would want with those kids or that man, when I could show you," the pale hands started deliberately squeezing and pushing Jacquie's breasts, crushing her blouse in the process, "how good," Jacquie gasped and closed her eyes even as her chest arched further into the stranger's hands, "it feels," Jacquie's nipples were being rhythmically pinched and her breasts still kneaded, "when I do this…"
A hot tongue drove into her ear at the same time Jacquie's nipples were clamped hard between strong fingers. She moaned out loud, the sound echoing in the room, bringing to life the passionate nature of their intimate situation.
Jacquie was lost to her surroundings. Her legs trembled as the measured manipulation of her breasts and sensual rimming of her ear sent a shot of arousal immediately to her cunt. Her neck arched back and swayed to follow the tongue playing around the sensitive region. Jacquie's groin was crushed against the thick marble counter but she still sought more contact. When she felt the mons grinding into her ass, Jacquie was torn between pushing back to feel more of the lovely rubbing or to hump the hard surface in front. She just knew she wanted more.
The decision was made for her when one hand left her breast and made its way down to slip between her pelvis and the stone. It quickly snuck under her skirt, ripped through her hose and negligently pushed her panties aside. Jacquie groaned as she felt her breasts still being roughly groped. The warm hand below moved into position and two fingers bored straight into her slit to imprison her clit.
Jacquie gripped the cold washbowl as hard as she could, whimpering when she felt the fingers strongly massage the base of her clit and occasionally narrow to jack it lightly. The hard rubbing was maddening. It stimulated her swollen organ furiously but without the final touch on its tip, Jacquie could not come.
"Look at me," the gentle voice commanded. It was an order sheathed in silk.
Jacquie forced her eyes open. She gasped when she saw their reflection in the mirror. Glittering grey eyes held hers fiercely even as the woman's hands continued their restless occupation of her body. Jacquie's eyes slammed shut again when she felt a finger dip deeper into her cunt, collecting and spreading her wetness all over her pussy. A fingernail tickled the base of her clit.
"Oh, God!" A cold shiver ran down Jacquie's inner thighs, following a trail of her juices. Jacquie swore she could feel her clit burgeoning out of its hood. It was lifting and rising, hardening into a stiff monster that needed to be devoured.
The fluttering tickle on the underside of her clit was making her whole body shake. As the other fingers held her lower lips open, that solitary digit had full reign - cheekily tapping, circling and flicking the straining tip. Jacquie's breathing jerked uncontrollably to the rhythm played on her clit. She couldn't take much more teasing.
"You want to cum, don't you?" The words were blown hotly into her ear. The body behind her had stilled but the laboured breaths of her captor betrayed her excitement.
"You're so fucking gorgeous. I would love to see you cum in my mouth." Carnal images exploded into Jacquie's mind, showing them engaged in an orgy of Kama Sutra positions. She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut tighter as if to keep the images reeling in her mind.
Her hips were now thrust forward, begging for more contact from the fingers that were urging her over the edge. Mouth open, head flung back, her blonde hair spilled over the black-clad shoulders of the body supporting her behind.
Jacquie's left hand came up to tug her own nipple hard, the way she liked it. The woman behind her grinned and nipped at her neck. She could feel the blonde's legs and back locked taut, allowing her hips to swing, but she knew the muscles could soon cramp from overtensing. Sensing the gathering explosion, she decided to delay it by spearing her fingers deep into Jacquie's grasping vagina.
"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me, if you want to come, look at me …" the brunette commanded.
At this stage, Jacquie would have gone on her knees if this woman would just fuck her till she came. She didn't care that they were in a restaurant's washroom. This was the best fuck she had had in months. Jacquie's eyes dragged open to stare at her own sweaty, hair mussed visage in the mirror. She forgot her engorged lips and flushed colouring in favour of the smouldering grey eyes next to hers. She saw sharp teeth flash out to nibble on her ear lobe, the same one that had been cataclysmic in activating her juices. Somehow, this woman had knowingly zeroed in on her weak spot.
As soon as she saw Jacquie open her eyes, the brunette dropped her hand from Jacquie's well tended breasts to join the other one boldly ramming into Jacquie. She flattened her fingers together and whipped Jacquie's clit hard, not ceasing her fucking.
It was too much and also enough for Jacquie to break through the point she had been holding back from. A cry broke from her control as she shuddered her release. Liquid warmth raced under her skin, tingling her scalp, and splashed out onto her masturbator's hands still lazily drawing out her orgasm.
Jacquie slumped over the washbowl, her arms bracing her fall.
"Shit!" she gasped. Her legs could barely keep her standing while her thighs squeezed together to hold in the aftershocks.
The brunette adjusted Jacquie's skirt just in time as the doors flew open. Two chattering women immediately braked when they rounded the corner and saw Jacquie covering the basin and the other woman rubbing her back.
"Is she all right?" one of them asked.
"Just a hot flash, she'll be fine," the brunette smiled at them.
Nodding in sympathy, they entered the stalls, their chatter resuming.
The brunette smoothed Jacquie's dishevelled hair back into order, bent down and murmured, "I meant what I said."
Wild eyed, Jacquie followed her retreat as she walked out smartly. Just before she disappeared from view, Jacquie saw her lift her hand to her face and the tip of her tongue flick out.
When Jacquie returned to her table after shakily cleaning herself in the handicap stall, her date was eager to leave. Theirs was one of the last tables in the quieting restaurant. Jacquie swept her eyes over the room but the brunette was gone. Disappointed, she gingerly sat in her chair, feeling the smooth nakedness under her skirt because she had removed her ruined intimate apparel.
While her date went to the cloakroom, the maitre d' ghosted up and placed a small tray on the table.
"Madam, this was requested for you," he said, flourishing the items before stepping away.
Jacquie rolled the silver cylinder to one side of the tray. The card, which lay underneath, had a phone number neatly printed in one corner and the words "Foreplay" clearly handwritten. Jacquie dropped the cigar out of the tube, unwrapped it, and inhaled deeply of its smoky flavour. A smile slowly spread across her face at the hint of vanilla.
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