Please read part one first
The day began with me sleepily snuggling down deeper into the bed. My mind wandering to the previous days titivations, my musings led to arousal of course and this led to the shower joy – nothing better than starting off the day with a good orgasm self given or donated.
Breakfast was quiet, I noticed a baby dyke who noticed me and who promptly blushed when I gave her the once over and winked. Silly girl she does not know what she is missing. I set the GPS to the address for the training centre that I was to be at. I like to be early to set up, case the scene and relax before the days teaching. It was colder in Joburg and the drive on strange roads with maniacal drivers was harrowing. Cape Town drivers are definitely more relaxed. My breath was taken away at the beautiful centre I arrived at. Wow, glass windows, water features and undercover parking. I purred my company car into the parking bay reserved for trainers and unpacked the days material. Excellent signage easily led me to the – goodness me AUDITORIUM I was going to lecture in. Superb, was I going to have fun this week.
The topic was emotional intelligence and the discussions were bound to be fun. At the podium and desk there was a note saying that I should come to reception to meet the events organiser for my day. I set all the material out to hand out as the students would not be seated at traditional desks. I then made my way to the reception. This is where the days fun and games began…
The events lady stepped of her office and I nearly sat down on the floor. HOT, faint, HOT. I reminded myself to breath and smile – breath and smile make hello noises. I managed to introduce myself without undressing her right away. The gist of what she was saying filtered through my lust while I was eyeing her. Killer high heeled brown boots, skinny russet pencil skirt with matching shirt and a waistcoat. Dark auburn hair, sexy-sexy glasses lips to die for and bright green eyes. Instant wetness. The kind of woman that smoulders all the time. We got chatting about our jobs and one invariably gets onto personal matters. She asked the question that I am sure that would scare her away – “So are you married?”
“No, I have not found the woman of my dreams yet” did she run? Her answer made this little heart beat a tad faster.
“Oh, I have always wanted to kiss a woman but never found anyone willing”
Where has she been? What planet was she hiding on? WHAT?
My reply was a little more subtle saying that I am sure that if she got into the right circles someone was bound to help her out. Then I decided to just throw caution to the winds (not something new)
“I will be glad to help you – here read these and chat to me at lunchtime”
I gave her my personal website card – I write erotica (you have just realised this now reader?) and smoothly slid towards my class. Well my day was filled with surprises. Some of my students had begun to arrive. My knees buckled – there in the front row was Miss Brown eyes from the airport. Her short skirt could not have been shorter and her top tighter. I think the surprise showed and I raised my eyebrows at her and she at me both managing to contain our astonishment. Well I had a pussy problem already and without effort two women had my lusty little brain in overdrive.
I handed the manuals to the now filling room and began the lecture – now I don’t blush easily but Miss Brown eyes uncrossed her legs al la Sharon Stone. If my panties could get any wetter they just did. Gawd – in plain site – shaved and delicious. I tore my eyes away and made myself into a teaching machine and did my best to scan the rest of the class. But of course I could not help my gaze returning to Miss Brown eyes and her bits that blazed at me every now and then. Well the good thing about having a conference there is a recess time…
I hurrdly made my way through the people and politely steered Miss Brown eyes away from the crowd.
“ Are you mad” I hissed.
“Oh I am Natalie, pleased to erm meet you”
Yes, naughty Natalie. But I was not done with her.
I suggested that we do what we were supposed to do on the plane and well I never she just nodded and said “Follow me”
No arguments – we slipped into the ladies toilet. I could not wait I pushed her into the cubicle, a tad roughly and ground my mouth against her - we kissed wildly and yes kinda desperately. I had an arb thought that this felt very Hollywood. I am not sure who was moaning but my hands found that blazing wetness – wet wet as she was shaved and so very slippery. I could have come just touching her, well she conveniently was helping me to that anyway…Her fingers just knew how to find that secret spot that could have had me wailing were we in bed. I came in a flood of wetness legs wide to accommodate her fingers, her sex clenching and her shuddering as I did. We leaned into each other to catch our breath. Smiled and kissed again. Naughty Natalie.
Well we emerged, a tad tousled and washed our hands of the girl sex juices and left separately – her first. I looked at myself, all flushed and sparkled. Wow – and then in walked Miss Events lady who looked at me and remarked that I was looking glowing, was I enjoying the class? I could have just lain on the floor and said take me… well the next adventure was just a few hours away…
©Tass 2009
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