Kayleigh's Awakening Part III

The next day at work wasn't awkward, I had become a pro after several romps with Elizabeth, and Mr. Alexander always acted as if nothing had happened the next day, so it was easy to go as normal through my day. I had rescheduled with Bridget tonight, dinner at her house. I suppose I should be pacing myself but I cannot. It's almost like a hunger that needs to be satisfied, a burning desire in my loins that can only be extinguished by the sweet, warm, cum of another woman. I want to taste it, feel it, I want to watch her face when she reaches the top of her orgasm. I had told Mr. Alexander that I had a doctor's appointment later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be returning. He, of course, agreed but not before one of his inevitable lectures. I didn't have an appointment with a doctor, I just wanted to make sure I didn't get caught up again like I had last night; no distractions. Don't get me wrong, Elizabeth and her skilled tongue can do things no one else can but she belongs to someone else, I need a more permanent fix and with my contact list steadily growing, I'm on my way to getting it. When 3 o'clock hits, I am out the door. I have given Mr. Alexander's work to Katy, another secretary on the floor so I won't have any catching up to do when I get back tomorrow. Once downstairs, I hail a cab home to change and freshen up. After a few hours of primping, I grab the bottle of wine chilling in the fridge and head out. I have made up an overnight bag just in case, though I have no intentions of staying. When I arrive at Bridget's place she opens the door in a bundle of excited energy.

"Hello there stranger, I was beginning to think you were going to bail again."

And with that she tugs me inside. Her apartment is nice, her decor is smart and practical, with pops of color here and there to remind her not to forget her high-spirited self. She takes the wine and places it in the fridge to continue chilling. Dinner is already made and after a long day and skipping my lunch, I realize I am more hungry than I thought. We sit there for an hour or so talking and eating and sipping wine. After two and a half bottles we decide to go relax on the couch. Bridget grabs the remote and turns the TV on to some show that will act as ambient noise. She sits down very close to me, tucking her feet under her butt. The dim lighting creates a glow on her already attractive face that wills me to kiss her. I figure she knows what I came here for and if she resists, it's still early enough to hit the bar down the street, I have eaten but I am nowhere near full. I lean in and kiss her, she pulls back only slightly as to decide whether or not she wants to do this. She relents and leans back in kissing me softly at first, then wildly. She's really getting into it when she rises on her knees and straddles me. We sit there for a few moments kissing passionately while she grinds on me. The time is now, I have to have her. I pull her blouse over her head letting her hair fall around her shoulders. Her perfect breasts sit up perfectly in my face, so I unhook her bra and bury my face in them once they are unrestricted. Her nipples are small and pink and begging to be sucked. I place one in my mouth and tickle it with my tongue, she throws her head back in ecstasy. I push her off of me so she is lying on the couch. I let my dress fall to my ankles exposing my bare breasts and pretty pink thong. I get on the couch with her and claw at her panties as I kiss her stomach. At last I am able to get her pants and underwear off, I am so close to my goal I can taste it; and I plan to. I kiss the inside of her legs all the way up to her shaven privates. It is so beautiful, I dive right in. I begin licking and sucking her clitoris, she grinds and moans loudly and I don't stop. She places a hand on the back of my head and pushes it closer to her. My fingers slip inside her and paired with my tongue, I am driving her crazy. Before long, her body stiffens and I know she is about to climax. I lick and finger faster and faster until I hear the high-pitched sound of her coming. She looks down at me, her eyes ablaze. I fall back into the couch and spread my legs, she straddles me once more, but this time we are clit to clit. Her wetness slides over me and mixes with my own. She is turned on and is riding faster and faster, I begin to feel the familiar pull between my legs. She manipulates my nipples and continues to grind, she throws her head back and comes again, the sight of her pushes me over the edge. Like Bridget, my body stiffens up and I let out a long, satisfying moan as I reach my climax.

We lay on the sofa, sweating and breathing heavily before Bridget stands to take a shower. It is my full intention to bail as soon as she gets in until she turns around as if she had heard my thoughts. She smiles slyly at me and bites her lip.

"Think you have enough in you to join me in the shower?" I, of course, know she has not as much desire to actually bathe, as she does to replay the game we had just ended. I look down at the overnight bag laying by the door and respond,

"I am feeling a little filthy."