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Arya and I fall into this world of two parts. In the hospital, we are colleagues and close friends. We flirt a little in private or when talking alone but never in front of others. We are totally professional, especially when it comes to the theatre. I fact, if anything, she pushes me to be the best surgeon and perform the best surgeries I ever have in my entire career.
Then there is the other side. A new side of myself that I am exploring, and then learning and growing into the woman I have always wanted to be. She makes me feel sexier, younger, more alive. Doing things I would never do before. I send her a message as I am leaving the hospital making my way home.
Juliet – Come to mine straight from work, use the key under the mat. I have a surprise.
Arya – I can’t wait
It has been a long, hard day. I slip my key in the lock and stumble through the front door. Shutting it softly behind me, I hear the latch click as I lean back against the wooden frame. Closing my eyes, I take a long deep breath as I let my bag fall from my hand. My fingertips move to the zip, they tug as I pull the metal clasp down until I undo it. I shrug my jacket off my shoulders. I let it fall in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Raising my left foot, I twirl my ankle; my shoe slips from my foot, and I let out a long soft sigh as my stocking-covered toes find the soft thick carpet. Raising my right foot behind me, with a tug on the heel, that shoe too falls away and I leave them strewn across the hallway fall as I pad through into the kitchen.
Reaching for the wine I pour myself a full glass of merlot, and with a flick of a remote Norah Jones’s sultry swoon echoes around the room. My hips gently away as my hands dance over the soft silk of my white shirt. My fingertips move to my buttons, flicking them through the holes one by one. My nails trace along my collarbone, slipping under my shirt as I pull it from my skin.
My palms slide around my sides, resting against the soft indents at the small of my back, fingers finding the zip of my black fitted skirt. My thumbs slip under the material, and I snake my hips as slowly peel my skirt from my thighs. Moving in time with the music, with a casual roll of my hips it falls to the ground, leaving me standing in black lace French panties and racy dark stockings that cling to my legs.
Standing up on my tiptoes spinning slowly, my hand reaches up and pulls the pin from my hair, letting it fall in cascades over my bare shoulders. Taking another long drink of merlot, the red stains my lips, making them darker... Fuller... Needy for a kiss. I walk through into the living room, the lace rides up my ass. I can feel the fabric tight against my vulva. I’m so acutely aware of my own sex these days.
I sit on the armchair, falling back into the soft cushions. I slide my feet wide, my legs parted. My dark stockings shimmer in the soft light, the lace tops resting against my creamy thighs. The strip of black lace sits snuggly between my legs, dark against my pale skin, hiding my needy pussy ... But the desire burns beneath. My breasts rise and fall slowly, spilling from the lace, the light blush of my nipples peeking from the fabric. As I hear the key in the door...
She enters and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, and then I feel her gaze run over me drinking me in. She moves slowly, shrugging out of her coat, the keys are dropped, her bag discarded and she is on her knees before she even reaches me so she has to crawl the rest of the way.
Starting at my knees her fingers part them a little wider as her tongue runs along the inside of my thigh, following the sheen of the stockings. I can feel her breath on my skin, warm and wet as she inches closer.
She pauses, hovered over my panties. I wait for her to peel them away but she doesn’t, she opens her mouth wide and bites down. Her teeth scrape over my sex, softened by the fabric but the shock and surprise make me writhe for her.
“Did you think I would lick you nice and slow, soft, gentle … ?” She asks with a smirk as she starts to pull on my thong, the fabric pulls tight between the cheeks of my ass. It digs in more and more as she taunts me. “Oh, Juliet, I haven’t even started with you and you think you can out play me …?” I watch her, fixated. I have never felt this way, I have never felt so much raw passion inside me. I think I could orgasm now but I won’t, I will wait and let her have her way with me.
She plays lightly with my panties, pulling the fabric tight against my pussy, letting it slip between the lips of my vulva, and pulling it back and forth. It brings a light pain but also a pressure against my clit each time, edging me closer and closer to climax.
I feel the sweat on my skin, heat rising through me. My heart beats so fast it is like I can feel it in my toes. “Fuck … Please … Please, give me more.”
She laughs a little, a tease, “Oh Juliet. Patience.”
She peels my panties away slowly. They are wet and pressed so tight it takes a light pull before they come away from my hot wet sex. I feel the cool kiss of air and then she blows and I jolt. The instant cooling against my clit makes me wild. I reach for her, my patience lost.
“That’s it, Juliet. Show me. Show me what you need. What it is that you want?” She taunts me and I have no will to resist what she is doing.
I pull her blonde head against my sex hard stealing the words from her lips. She does exactly what I need. Her lips move with the thrusts of my hips, her tongue swirls slow … “No … Not slow! Fuck! Faster. Yes, Arya. Fuck! Yes Faster.”
She follows my lead, aiming to take me to that place. It hits me like a speeding train, my thighs close around her head. My ankles cross at her back as I pull her hard against me, pressure pressure pressure. I need it. I have to have it.
She flattens her tongue and presses hard with force and I let go of the restraint I was holding. I come hard, my orgasm feels like it shatters me from the inside out. I feel my hot wet pleasure flood against her face … I feel her lapping it up, her mouth opening to drink me in, it makes me go harder and harder.
I finally let go of my grip and I release how hard I had been holding her. I pull her up to me on the chair, wrapping my trembling naked body around her fully clothed frame. I can barely get out any words.
“Shush, it is okay.” She says softly, pulling me close to her, holding me tight, she kisses my hair. Not only is my body soaring, but my heart is too.
“We never eat at an appropriate place.” She giggles as she walks through from the kitchen with her arms full of snacks. I have pulled on a light t-shirt but other than that I am still naked, and I have barely moved from where she found me, and nor do I have any intention to move very far either.
“I love that look.” She smiles at me as she feeds me a carrot stick dipped in sour cream.
“What look?” I ask shyly before I chomp down.
“The whole … I have just had the best orgasm ever and I am so smug right now look.” She laughs.
“Well, I am not so sure …” I begin. “No, I am sure. That is absolutely and completely accurate.”
