Simone Revealed

Alex held me in position above her as she woke me with sure strokes. She moaned against me when I spasmed around her tongue. The hum of her moaning into my pussy catapulted me into climax. "Alex!" I called out. She drank me down, licked up every last drop. Naturally such thorough attention only caused me to cum again, harder even than the previous time. She lifted me, moved me down to her lap and impaled me on her pipe. She thrust up into me while bracing her right arm across my lower back. She held herself in position with one arm behind herself, hand planted on the bed. She continued thrusting up into me in long hard strokes. She was pushing against my g-spot each time she went inside of me. "Don't stop fucking me!" I cried out. She didn't, she continued drilling into me until I surrendered to her. When I came it ran out of me in a powerful spray that I watched cascade down the dick which had been almost completely ejected by the force of my orgasm; watched it wet Alex's boxers and watched it darken the blanket beneath us. I was too drained to care. The shit felt spectacular and that was all that mattered. Alex made me feel more alive than ever before. I was going to go with whatever was meant to come from my having known her. She had fucked me into a new year and a new mindset.

We spent most of Saturday and Sunday together, parting only when she left to get some clothes from her house. She lived ten minutes away from the job but was willing to have to drive nearly an hour to get from my house to work, so she could spend another night with me. I was undeniably relieved when she asked if I wanted her to stay. I nodded unable to form the words. I was humiliated to find myself on the verge of tears. Feeling stupid, I turned away to busy myself with some unnecessary task. She didn't crowd me and I appreciated her for that.

She stopped at the grocery store and purchased the fixings for dinner. She cooked in my fully equipped and almost completely unused kitchen. As I watched her prepare a meal for me, I couldn't get over a worry growing in the back of my mind. This woman was too perfect. She probably had a wife somewhere. Some poor femme was probably sitting at home thinking she was the one and only while in reality Alex had several relationships, getting a thrill out of the conquest. Or maybe she was abusive or obsessively jealous. She lured women in with the guise of being sweet, strong and undeniably sensual and then began beating their ass or dismantling them mentally. Or she was a stalker and would start to want to know every move her woman is making, every person she communicates with. Maybe she was a compulsive gambler/liar, or worse mentally unstable! I pushed those thoughts aside. I refused to let myself make trouble where there was none.

We watched another movie. Or we started to. Twenty minutes in and I was on the couch with my panties being pulled off so she could place her lips on my pussy. She ate me til I was soaked then fucked me decent. She positioned me at the edge of the couch with my legs pushed up against my chest and spread wide. My thighs were pressed against my breasts. Alex surprised me when she didn't kneel between my legs and enter me but instead flipped around so her legs lay across mine pinning them in place. Her feet were planted against the back of the couch, her hands were on the floor between my legs and her pelvis was lined up with mine. She held herself up with one hand and used the other to grip the dick and position it at my entrance. She pushed into me and when her dick was deep enough to no longer need a guide she returned her hand to the floor, stabilizing herself.

Alex began rolling her hips, pushing the dick into me then withdrawing. I would have never even conceived of such a position but it felt really, really good. I came back to back in rapid succession. Alex changed her pace, dropping down in fast short strokes, hitting my spot over and over again. I gripped her calves and screamed. Her body weight was keeping my legs up and open. There was no escaping the pleasure, nothing to do but ride it out, to surrender to it or be obliterated by it.

She made me cum repeatedly in that position, seemingly as though she would never get tired of holding herself that way. I wanted to be on top however. "Alex." I gasped around my next peak. She pushed herself forward rolling out and off of me. She moved gracefully and I could only gape as she rose and moved toward me.

"How do you want it now?" She questioned gripping her wet dick and stroking it. Her eyes never left my face. I felt myself heat and open. I wanted her back inside me.

"Sit." I wanted to say much more, I wanted to tell her exactly what I intended to do to her so that she could anticipate it as she made me anticipate. But the words wouldn't form. So I did the only thing I could, I stood on legs that refused to stop trembling and waited for her to move to the couch and sit down. I straddled her filling myself with the length of her piece in a fast rush. I shuddered when I had taken it all. "Damn that was hot!" She said.

I took her face between my hands and kissed her deeply. I rode her slowly milking it for every shivery, delicious sensation I could endure. My orgasm was a slow motion tidal wave. The leisurely pace of me winding my hips and her counter rotation built me almost unnoticeably toward completion. I watched her face while we moved together. She leaned forward and kissed my breasts. Her mouth was soft as it moved over my nipples, sucking gently. Her tongue came out to play and abruptly the tidal wave crested and my climax was suddenly just there. I must have looked as surprised as I was for a moment. After that my mind went into a meltdown.

The next morning Alex was moving around quietly, dressing, when I opened my eyes. She came to the bed and sat on the edge next to me when she realized I was no longer sleeping. "Hey. I tried not to wake you." She said softly.

"You're leaving?" I questioned. My voice sounded a little pouty and I cleared my throat to make sure it didn't happen again. Clearly she had to leave. It would likely be a turn-off if I seemed the type to cause a fuss about things I know have to happen.

"Reluctantly believe me. But it's after seven and I have to go home and let my dog out." She told me. Something in my chest loosened as I listened to her. There would be a next time. I'd prepared myself for the possibility that I would never experience her again. I'd worried about it while she was gone on Saturday. I didn't know how to grab and hold on to what I wanted. If she had decided it was going to be a one weekend stint, I wouldn't have been able to try to prevent it, to be demanding enough for my own pleasure and happiness to even find out why she was denying me.

"Okay. In the future, you can bring your dog. I love animals. Or, you know, I can come to your place. I need to get up and get ready myself." I agreed. She smiled at me. "This weekend was amazing." I couldn't stop myself from blurting out. It had been amazing. I was wonderfully sore yet loose and relaxed. I didn't want to go to work, didn't want to do anything but remain curled up like a giant cat.

"Yes it was. It was everything I dreamed it would be and more and I'm really looking forward to doing it again. I sincerely wish I didn't have to go to work today." She told me. Her gaze was steady on mine and it was me who looked away first. I felt like she could see into my soul when she looked at me like that.

"Me too. I have to ask you a favor."

"As long as I can say no." She replied.

"Of course." I said. I appreciated her straight-forward manner. It made being open with my communication easier because I didn't worry that I would spend a lot of time trying to decipher how she had taken what I said.

"Then go right ahead." She said.

"I need you to stay away from me at work today." I told her.

"Okay." She agreed. No questions asked, she probably already knew why. Part of me had believed that once we'd had sex it'd be easier to be around her, that it wouldn't have been so distracting every time I saw her or thought of her. I knew better now. I'd be fired within a month for lack of productivity if I didn't keep some space during work hours.

"Thank you." I rose to go brush my teeth and wash my face while she finished dressing. When she was ready to depart I walked her to the door and she left me with a kiss that melted me. It took a mortifying three minutes to lock the door and make my way back to my bedroom after she'd gone.

She kept her word and her distance that day, yet I repeatedly found myself staring through my computer screen at images of us rumpling the sheets of my bed. My body insisted on remembering the glory of what she'd done to me in vivid sensory detail. By six that evening I was nowhere near completion of the tasks I'd set forth to perform. My cell phone signaled a message and I pulled it out of my purse. Alex had messaged to say she was being sent to the Detroit site for a few days but she could be reached after nine that evening. I was crestfallen having already been anticipating we'd be together that night. I wrote her back to say ok, to tell her to have a safe trip. I debated with myself for several minutes before sending a second message to let her know I'd be eagerly awaiting her return. I wasn't feeling timid as much as cautious. Alex might be a good time boi that would take the party elsewhere as soon as she started to feel like things were getting too serious. But I did want her to know that I was going to be looking forward to her return.

As it turned out the issue calling Alex away to Detroit would tie my next week into nightmarish knots. An electrical storm had fried a server. Sales requests, meetings, logistics were thrown into chaos. I had regional managers with a half dozen to a dozen executive sales associates and 20 to 50 sales reps below them demanding assistance. The CFO and President wanted estimates on how much this was going to cost the company in terms of potential loss of clients, revenue, refunds, etc. It was my intention each day to call Alex but we both proved extremely busy and the 3 hour time difference was also not helping.

Despite insane schedules, we did text a few times a day. Tuesday early in the morning I woke to find she'd sent a video message. She told me she'd been fantasizing about the next time she would get to taste me. Alex said she could still feel my clit between her lips, could still feel my legs trembling while straddling her face. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that she didn't talk about using her strap on me. While I certainly enjoy the way it makes me feel, I don't find it appealing when studs talk about using the dick if it's not being done while we are actually having sex. Alex gave only a wonderfully erotic and unbelievably flattering description of her worshipping my pussy. I came listening to her and every morning after I would replay it.

By the following Monday I was in finishing up putting out the last of the fires. Alex had worked her magic on the frontlines and we were back up and running with no client and minimal revenue loss. The big wigs were pleased, my sales force was impressed and I was feeling proud of myself. I'd done a great deal of work since day one but had never previously allowed myself to really acknowledge my own successes. This was beyond a success. Some of my Regionals said I had pulled off a miracle. It was good to feel I had at last earned respect and the confidence that I deserved my position in the eyes of those who reported to me. Still the effort it had taken to make that miracle was taking it's toll. My focus was practically nonexistent by four that afternoon.

My phone rang and I jumped. I'd been day dreaming again. Disgusted with myself I snatched up the phone. "This is Simone."

"Have you been thinking about what we did last weekend?" She asked. Over the phone, her voice lost none of its potency. I was shocked when I came. Thoughts raced through my brain, sensations surged through my body. I was breathless. She waited while I composed myself. "Yes." I finally managed to tell her.

"Me too. I can't wait to do it again."

"Yeah." I responded dumbly.

"Is your door open?"

"What? Oh, yes." I answered. I was unaccustomed to being so unable to get my wits together.

She opened the door closing her cell phone in one hand. "Done for the day?" She inquired.

"Yes." I said. Suddenly there was nothing on my desk that couldn't wait until Monday.

"Come, you're going home with me." Alex stated.

"I don't have anything to wear tomorrow." I heard myself say then wondered why it mattered? I could go home in the morning and get something to wear. Hell I could be in a sex-hazed fog and wear the same outfit for a second day and probably not even think twice about it. Of course I was going home with her.

"I bought you something to wear." She informed me.

I hadn't expected that. I mean the thought was nice but we didn't know each other well enough for her to buy me clothes. They would probably fit poorly. I'd still wear them. With no other reason to delay, I grabbed my purse and my keys, locked my computer and walked out behind her. I didn't even bother to bring my briefcase. It wouldn't occur to me until weeks later how significant that was. I followed her to her house. She lived in a spacious townhouse with a two-car garage, lovely front porch and a large yard in the back. I stood behind her nervously as she opened the door that led into the house from the garage. Hers was not a cluttered or disorganized carport. Power tools lined the walls; huge toolboxes stood gleaming in the dim light. It didn't surprise me that she liked to work with her hands.

The door opened into the kitchen and again, the room was orderly. Copper pots hung from a wrack over a large marble-topped island. I knew they weren't for show, she used them. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Wine if you have it?"

"Is chardonnay okay?" Alex asked. I nodded. She pulled out two long slender flutes and then opened the cooler and pulled out an unopened bottle of white wine. I waited, as nervous and excited as a virgin in love on her prom night.

She was so quiet. She handed me my drink and then proceeded to stare at me. Her eyes penetrated all my defenses until I felt utterly naked and exposed. The wine was cool but I couldn't really taste it. My heart thudded in my chest. The anticipation was even sharper than it had been Thursday night when she'd taken me for the first time. Instead of being steadier because I knew what to expect, I was twice as flustered because I knew what to expect.

She walked around me and bent down to speak into my ear. "Are you nervous?" She questioned.

"God, yes." I admitted.

"Good." She said. Her lips touched down on my neck a moment later and I felt her remove the glass from my limp fingers before it could fall to the tiled floor. As though that simple kiss had activated the nitrous in our engines, she spun me around quickly and our lips were fused together. She kissed me deeply, thoroughly, exploring my mouth, while her hands tore at my clothing. My need was in overdrive and I wanted everything she made me feel right then. I felt crazed, like a heroin addict in withdrawal.

I ripped her shirt open sending buttons flying, tugged impatiently at the belt of her slacks anxious to have her naked above me. She pushed my skirt up, moved my panties aside and I felt her fingers parting my lips. Then she was inside of me, ruthlessly manipulating my spot until I flooded her hand. I dragged her down to the floor just as I released her strap from her pants. I gripped the thick phallus and guided it to my now soaked entrance. I screamed when she thrust roughly into me, my hands clutched at her shoulders and I could do nothing but hold on and enjoy the ride.

It was fast and hard and rough. She pumped, thrust, slammed into me over and over again. I let myself go with the carnal quality of the mating. My hips and thighs would be bruised from the strength of her grip; my nails scored her back with scratches. I bit her neck hard enough to leave a golf ball sized mark below her ear. Her hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed to just this side of real pain. The orgasm was stunning, leaving me with stars dancing in front of my eyes.

I was still dazed when she picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I was aware of her moving around the room but couldn't seem to get my mind to make my eyes open and focus. By the time I'd regained my strength, she had me secured to her bed by soft leather straps. I swallowed hard and waited to see what she had planned. I'd never been into bondage before. Hell I'd never really thought about it much honestly. The idea of letting someone tie me up was terrifying. I didn't trust anyone that much. That was typically where I drew the line and ended the conversation.

Just then the choice had been made for me and it was scary. The fear, however added an unexpected layer to the pleasure of the anticipation. As though a light had been switched on in a dark room of my mind, I suddenly realized how little I actually knew about Alex. I had no idea what she might do to me while I was in such a vulnerable state and the not knowing was turning me on like never before.

"Comfortable?" She asked me. I nodded, never taking my eyes off her as she moved around the room. Music played in the background. Something with a steady thumping bass line, turned low so the words were a mystery and the only thing that registered was the pulsating beat. I could imagine her entering me in time to its hypnotic rhythm. "Very good." My eyes widened when she moved a low wheeled table closer to the bed and removed the sheet that had been covering its contents. She gripped first one leg, then the next and secured them to the headboard next to my hands. I was wide open, utterly defenseless.

I saw only a few of the toys and various gadgets she'd brought out and swallowed again. I wondered if she planned on using them all. "Have you ever been fucked in your ass?" She asked me. The crude phrasing of the question didn't offend me as it might have with another lover.

"Not for quite awhile." I admitted.

"Did you like it?" She asked. Her tone was conversational as she surveyed the instruments she'd use. Whether they would be for my pleasure or my pain remained to be seen but I had a feeling it would be some of both.

"Yes." I replied.

"You know I thought you might."

She plucked a pair of vibrating nipple clamps off the table and applied them quickly. I'd never had anything like them used on me before. I'd never even had a lover who'd been willing to be rough with my breasts. The pain was immediate but not overwhelming and I was surprised to feel my pussy jump in response to the sensation. She turned them on and my whole body spasmed. "Ahhh yes I see you like that." She commented and I realized she was watching the juices flow from me. I was beyond embarrassment; the emotion meant nothing to me when I was with Alex.

"God, yes baby I love it." I told her without restraint.

She grinned and it changed her face into something beautifully dangerous. She picked up a blindfold that was jet black and looked as though it would cover half my face. I wouldn't be able to see what was coming next. Again I was forcibly reminded of the fact that I didn't know her well and of how unquestionably helpless I was. I closed my eyes before she blocked out all light and left me floating in a dark sea of pure sensation.

My heart raced, my blood pounded loudly in my veins, my breathing was shallow and fast. I yelped when she touched me unable to help myself. The suspense was killing me. I could hear her chuckling at me but couldn't bring myself to be pissed off. I could only feel my body tightening with need with every breath I took, every rapid beat of my heart.