Foreword: Continuation of Grey Ice.
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GREY STEEL
by Evecho
Jacquie stepped out of the restaurant into heavy, night air, the kind that was weighted by an overhanging storm. The shiftless humidity was almost suffocating but her skin luxuriated in the sensual feel of the natural moisture. The pressing atmosphere slipped into her lungs easily, along with petrol fumes and fine road dust. Beyond the lights in this section of town, the rest of the city to the north was quiet and dark, untouched by the wastefully lit empty floors of office skyscrapers.
A taxi, hailed by the concierge, made a u-turn from across the street and now idled patiently. Jacquie transferred her Fendi handbag into her left hand along with her leather satchel, and said to her dinner companion, "Thank you for dinner, David. You've done some interesting work. We'll certainly be in touch with your office soon."
They shook hands, his touch lingering a couple of seconds longer. I could have sworn she was interested in more than just dinner, he thought. Looks like the rumours about Ms Lomas's business style weren't true after all.
Smiling, he offered the cab, "After you, Jacquie, I'll have the taxi drop me off on the way."
Jacquie hesitated. The thought of sharing a ride, late at night, after David had paid for an expensive meal did not appeal to her. There was the potential hint of more than just business if they "somehow" ended up at his hotel together. She wanted, instead, to savour the memory of sweet vanilla muskiness, not be overwhelmed by eau de rank cabbie.
"Thanks, but my car isn't far from here. I can walk to the office to pick it up," she happily declined.
"Hey, no problem. I'll drop you there. It's kinda late to be out on the streets," he tried again. Mom would be so proud.
Dammit! "No, that's quite alright. I … uh … need to walk off that fantastic dinner. Whew! You know how it is, got to put in the exercise," she simpered. There's not a damn thing wrong with this body, buddy, but you're not getting your hands on it tonight. She shivered when she remembered the pale hands that were all over her body earlier. Long, bony, blunt edged manicured, and so possessive. The shivers ran all the way deep inside, causing her thighs to press together as her clit throbbed to life. Ooh.
Before David could insist further, she forestalled him, "I'll be fine, really."
Jacquie knew she would regret the trek back to her office in her Jimmy Choo's, so she pretended to head in that direction until David was driven out of sight. Then, she about turned back to the restaurant and asked the concierge to ring for a cab.
Forget the car, it's going to pour any minute now. I just hope I reach home before my hair frizzes.
"Would you like a light for your cigar, ma'am?"
Jacquie whirled round to face a woman holding a zippo, the silent approach of the stranger catching her by surprise. She had almost screamed.
"Ex … excuse me?" Jacquie slapped her hand to her chest. How did this woman know? Was the cigar sticking out of her jacket? Jacquie checked but she could only see the slight bulge in her pocket, much too slight for anyone else to notice.
"Or would you prefer a ride? It's starting to drizzle, ma'am." The woman in the communist styled charcoal grey suit with mandarin buttons, cap and black gloves, stood erect, waiting.
"A ride?" Silently, Jacquie cursed the timing of the weather. The glow from the street lamps showed the rain already shooting down in a gentle hail of needles.
"This way, ma'am."
She was lead to a black limousine parked by the kerbside. Modest in length but gleaming from every surface, its windows were triple tinted ominous black. It was a foreboding sight until the chauffer opened the back door.
From her angle, the dome lights inside only showed a slim pair of crossed legs. But it was the shoes that caught Jacquie's breath - she recognised the strappy Manolo Blahniks. They were new season design and had been worn by the grey eyed woman in the restaurant. Jacquie may not know cigars but she knew her accessories.
The driver relieved Jacquie of her satchel as she climbed inside the limousine. The rear seat was filled by the woman sitting in the centre, her long arms resting along the high back. Jacquie was forced to take the seat facing her, noticing too late that its soft cushioning positioned her knees at a higher level. She tugged her skirt uselessly - the seat was seemingly designed for short people or for men to sprawl out. Her hemline was now closer to her crotch than her knees. Jacquie wondered how the woman could hold her perfectly poised and relaxed pose.
That ever present half smirk was still on the brunette’s face. Unwittingly, Jacquie was challenged and aroused by the look.
"Comfortable?" The woman asked. Her eyes had never left Jacquie for a moment, taking liberties in their hungry perusal. The corner of her lips tilted higher when she saw Jacquie adjust her skirt.
Suddenly, Jacquie remembered her naked state underneath her skirt. Instantly, her inner muscles clenched and her pussy reacted from memory by secreting warm arousal.
Lifting her chin, Jacquie deliberately crossed her legs, the action drawing the other woman's gaze to her legs and the shadowed hollow between. "Very," she replied with her own smirk.
Outside, the rain was coming down harder. The roar of the storm was muffled by the car's sealed interior but the two women checking each other out were creating electricity inside. The limousine was moving smoothly, the controlled temperature perfect. There was nothing to disturb them. Even the dim lights from the floor made the cream leather interior cosy.
Except for their eyes and the occasional twitch of lips, they sat unmoving. Jacquie felt the hairs on her nape rise a second before lighting flashed outside, momentarily clearing the shadows and showing the burning gaze fixed on her. If she had not known, Jacquie would not have noticed the darker shade of the steely greys. The smirk had disappeared - lust changing the confident look to one of serious hunger. Jacquie decided that she could play the same game.
She broke the heavy silence by saying, "You made me miss my dessert."
The grey eyes bored into hers. "How can I make it up to you?" That quiet, confident voice was impossible.
"The cigar was a nice touch," Jacquie tried to inject mischievous disdain into her reply, "but I don't smoke."
"Neither do I."
"Then, it is wasted."
Another quirk of red lips. "A fine cigar, like a fine woman, is appreciated by the senses. Having either of them in my mouth would be a crude waste if I didn't enjoy the cured smell … savour the blend of each distinct individual … and let my tongue curl and feel every line and wetted fold I have within reach. And much like a cigar, a woman's scent changes and grows stronger the longer I have it in my mouth." The brunette smiled wickedly, "Did I mention they both also become hotter? A lot hotter."
Jacquie was falling under the spell of this woman's voice again. The words washed over her, working into her mind to travel into her blood, igniting a slow burn as their meaning sunk in.
"So hot until I have to use my hands." She slowly licked her lips as if she could taste the treat. "A cigar can give so much more pleasure than just a smoke."
Those lips and eyes were drawing her in. When a pale hand was held out to her, this time, Jacquie did not shy away. She ran her middle finger across the open palm and up the wrist, her body following off her seat and landing her on the other woman's lap. Jacquie was now straddling the brunette. Her skirt riding high would have revealed her treasure if not for her position. She brought her hands to the woman's chest, gently pushing her jacket open. The thudding heartbeat under her palm was mirrored by the pulse at the base of the throat she was inspecting. We haven’t even taken our clothes off yet, she thought absently, I wonder how her breasts would feel... Jacquie let her hands gently cup the small breasts under the crisp shirt. She could feel the nipples poking into her palms and her fingers immediately traced them.
The brunette's hands were firmly on Jacquie's waist, travelling down the swell of her hips and around to shape her ass, then smoothing down the back of her thighs until she reached her knees. There, she lightly stroked the sensitive skin before palming the front of Jacquie's thighs and moving her hands up. They shot straight under Jacquie's skirt to lie on her bikini line. The thumbs slowly caressed her Brazilian waxed pussy lips, puffed and slick already.
Jacquie heard the sharp indrawn breath when the woman discovered the bare skin under her skirt. All pretence of just a drive in the rain left their minds, thrown out much the same way Jacquie's underwear was discarded earlier.
She could feel the strong thumbs sliding in and out her slit, teasing and spreading her wetness. Sometimes, one or both would slip in, pulling her more open or probing inside. Jacquie shifted her knees wider on the leather seat and her hands moved to grip the brunette’s shoulders. She was panting lightly and rocking her hips - luring the unseen grasping hands under her skirt to come closer or move to where she needed them.
Oh, I’ve wanted this.
A thumb brushed her clit, making Jacquie gasp out loud. Her neck arched backward as she let her hips control her body's need. Warm lips latched onto her collarbone, sucking and nipping at just one tiny point. The grey eyed woman brought her hand up and cupped Jacquie's neck to draw her face down. They kissed softly, but Jacquie was impatient to feel the woman who had held her captive in the restaurant. Opening her mouth, she thrust her tongue past the brunette's open lips and boldly searched for its mate.
As soon as she moved the kiss deeper, two fingers thrust into her cunt. Their mouths had opened wider to meet each other's duelling tongue, their harsh breathing was forced out through their nostrils as they refused to part. The exquisite feeling of fullness, of the fingers pumping in and out, caused Jacquie's hips to lift, sliding up and down on the stiff digits in an ancient pleasure seeking rhythm. Their moans were mixed in with the rustle of clothing. Breasts bumped and quashed in the crush of feminine bodies.
Jacquie's hands were holding the brunette's head still so she could plunder her mouth and ride on her hand. The fingers stroking her vaginal walls were set in rhythm with the thumb pressing on her clit. She was so intent on the pleasure below and the taste of the woman that she didn't notice a searching hand dip into her jacket pocket.
Her ankles and shoes were rubbing along the outside of the brunette's knees, knees that were open to keep Jacquie's thighs spread. A cool smooth touch rolled along her inner thigh to rest outside her squelching pussy. The padded walls of the limousine did not mute the thick sound of heavily lubricated fucking, neither did it muffle the moans from both women. The brunette's arm was moving in short thrusts aimed under Jacquie's skirt. Although they could not see below chest level, the familiar friction and sounds from Jacquie's open pussy fuelled their imagination.
That this woman was taking her again, at her will, in a limousine driving through the city streets, less than an hour after their anonymous tryst in a public washroom, was unimaginably exciting for Jacquie. That she would allow it at all was something she would consider later.
The hand below shifted, fingers pulling out to concentrate on Jacquie's clit. She sighed into the brunette's open mouth when she felt the change of focus and she willed her clit to swell harder. Then, she felt the smooth, almost cold, hard length sliding into her cunt. The bald surface was impossible to resist, her wetness easily slicking the cigar tube's glide inside.
She clenched her inner muscles, hoping to either imprison the cylinder or repel it, but it was already deep within, and the hand controlling it was firmly in position to touch anywhere it wanted, including fucking her with a cigar tube.
As if to show again the futility of resisting, the brunette slowly drew the tube out from Jacquie's clamping hold. It was now very warm in her hands. She didn't let it pop out completely, pushing it back in just as slowly before it left the inner lips, and keeping Jacquie's womanhood lipped tight around the canister.
Jacquie reared up as she felt the slow invasion of the tool. Her hands gripped the top of the seat behind the brunette for balance. Her eyes were unseeing of the deluge outside the back window, all her consciousness fixed on the feel of the gentle fucking and hard flicking of her quivering clit. She rose and fell on the impaling toy, her hips moving faster to increase the pace of thrusting.
The brunette held her hand steady, enjoying the look of the flushed blonde as she rode out her pleasure. God, if she was this sexy in public…, she could imagine how much more she would be willing to do in the bedroom or elsewhere. Still allowing the blonde to set the tempo, she angled the tube slightly.
Jacquie let out deep groan when the tube moved and hit her g-spot. Her movements now sought for it to strike the magic spot again and again. Jacquie knew that she was leaving cum stains all over the brunette's skirt as she bounced, her juices streaming out. She would willingly buy her a new suit if she kept … doing… that … thing to her clit.
The grey eyed woman watched Jacquie through half-lidded eyes. She had been turned on when she touched the blonde in the restaurant but this was beyond erotic. Their rough kisses had started the throbbing in her loins, and when she felt the blonde's bare pussy, she had been instantly inflamed to go further. The blonde was just too sexy to resist.
"Mmmm yes, ride it, baby," she said. I have to have more of this woman.
Jacquie's response was all from her groin. Soft sighs were shooting from her mouth as she moved frantically. She was so wet that the tube was slippery and couldn’t give her enough friction. She was so close.
Leaning in, Jacquie kissed the brunette, completely covering her mouth before she reached under her skirt to cover the hand that was rubbing her clit. Pressing on it, she forced the fingers to massage harder.
Oh yeah, she’s gonna cum.
The brunette took Jacquie’s cry of release, her tongue coming to life to rapidly flick into the blonde's helpless, open maw. Her hand below stopped moving the tube as the muscles clamped around it but her fingers continued to massage Jacquie's clit through her orgasm. It throbbed and pulsed as the inner contractions jerked it, and Jacquie's hips, into her hands. She held down the hood and pinched the tip of the clit, drawing a howl and a second juddering orgasm from the blonde. The brunette smiled into the kiss.
The unexpected touch on her clit threw Jacquie into sharp ecstasy just as she was coming down from the first fuck. First, second, heck! I can't think when she touches me. She came even harder and felt wetness squirt out from her muscle action inside. Oh fuck, that new suit is worth it.
The brunette felt the gush of cum on her hands and barely stopped herself from bringing them up to rub all over her face and chest.
Swallowing hard, she moaned huskily into Jacquie's ear, "Will you stay for breakfast?" Please say yes, I have to taste you tonight.
Still shivering from the aftershocks, Jacquie felt the tube slip out. Their fingers were still laced together covering her mound.
"Only if you're it," she shakily laughed into the brunette’s neck.
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