My Sexy Awakening

Getting to know each other

This week has been hectic. I worked very intensely, editing a famous Hollywood brat's biography that has never accomplished anything significant in his life besides being a movie star. The book is a collection of stories about how he was so stoned most of the time when he was young that he barely functioned, his time in rehab, the way he replaced drugs with s*x, the success his movies have achieved, and how he lives a life of luxury. Boring. I am trying to re-write the text in a way that inspires those who have an addiction and are considering getting help, not as an exposé of a decadent, shallow celebrity. Let's see if the publishing house buys it.

I was out of town for a couple of days to meet with him and work on the manuscript, and the guy is genuinely disgusting. He made me wait for at least two hours during our first meeting, he did not stop making passes at me, and he paraded all over the place just in boxer's briefs until I begged him to dress up and he dared to answer, "that's a first, women always ask me to undress." What a nightmare. I finally got home last night, and I am ecstatic that I do not have to see him again anytime soon.

The highlight of this week has been the frequent texts and calls I exchanged with Paul. He told me more about his family, upbringing, and dreams. Interestingly, all he wants to achieve in life is not related to his professional development. He told me that he wants to cut back on the time he dedicates to his job, that he misses being more invested in the charities that his grandmother founded decades ago and that all he truly wants is to have his own family. He loves kids, has two nieces and two nephews that he adores, and is very close to his sister Xandy, who came back to town a few years ago and just accepted to join the family business to work in the real estate area. He hopes he will have more time for himself because his sister is involved with the company.

He also told me how impressed he is by my accomplishments as a journalist. He even said that a few months before we met, he read one of my articles on the shortcomings of childcare and thought it was an excellent piece. He told me that because of my article, they made some adjustments to the human resources policies of his company to support workers with young kids.

Today is Friday, and I had a busy morning but will be more relaxed in the afternoon. A few hours ago, I received a new velvet box from Paul, and now I am waiting for Lucy. At our third and last meeting, we will talk about how to dress for different functions, like parties, formal dinners, balls, galas, weddings, and the like. I told her that my social life is non-existent, aside from my visits to the coffee shop with Amanda and my trips to the farmer's market with Mariana and Tom, but she wouldn't have any of it.

She made me try several cocktail dresses, formal skirts, blouses, and two gowns. I ended up with a beautiful collection of garments that I doubt I will use anytime soon. Before leaving, she gave me a letter that Paul had written for me. I sat on the patio a proceeded to read:

Dear Andrea,

I hope you got another red velvet box today. Please bring it with you when we meet at 7. I know Lucy made you try different attires, and I would be highly pleased if you wore the little black strapless dress that I chose especially for you and black lingerie. You will receive another package soon. Please send me a picture when you are ready. See you later, darling.

Paul

I finished reading the letter just in time to receive another gift from Paul. I opened the package, and there was a letter instructing me to wear the fantastic pair of black Louboutin's inside. I am not a big fashion fan, but my mother was, and I remember her excitement when my father gave her a pair of Louboutin for her 40th birthday.

I dressed as Paul instructed and, once again, I was astonished at the way I looked. The outfit was slutty but elegant at the same time, which I thought was a weird combination. The dress was short, and it barely covered my butt, so the garters were visible. I sat on a chair, crossed my legs, and looked straight into the cell phone that was programmed to take a picture in 5 seconds. The result was surprising. Is that the way I look? Really? I sent it to Paul right away, and a few seconds later, I got his response. "I advise you not to get attached to this tiny dress of yours because I will rip it off the first chance I get to put my hands on you. You look edible."

I was on the patio at seven sharp, waiting for Paul with the red velvet box in my hands.

-Hello darling. Did you miss me?

-You have no idea, Paul.

-Good, because you have been the only thing in my mind and crotch for the past week. Do you have the red velvet box, Andrea?

-Yes.

-Open it, darling. Let me know when you are ready.

As soon as I did, I found a purple vibrator inside. It was much larger than the bullet Paul got me the first time, but not that large. I became instantly excited about it.

-I am ready, Paul.

-This vibrator is different than the others I gave you. This one isn't intended to produce c******l stimulation but to deliver vaginal orgasms. It is designed to stimulate your Gspot. I want you to facetime with me and then follow my instruction, this time.

-Ok. … Done.

-Very well, Andrea. Please stand up and slowly, very slowly, remove that little dress of yours. That way, darling, let me see your magnificent body. Turn around for me. Gorgeous. You look like a pinup model. Your curves are killing me, sweety. You have no idea what you do to me. Now, sit down, please. I want you to use your left hand to caress your n*****s and your right hand to massage your c**t. Close your eyes and concentrate on the sensation. Imagine that it is me, the one and only one touching you—that way. Keep going, darling. When you feel you are really wet, insert two fingers, just like that. Look at me. Look how hard I am for you. Remove your fingers now. Take the toy and insert it in your p***y. Start to increase the intensity of the vibrations gradually.

The combination of Paul's manly voice and the stimulation of the toy was driving me insane. Seeing him jerking off was a total turn-on. It was too much. I felt in sensory overload. The minute Paul told me he was about to come, I had a powerful orgasm that left me panting and cursing. It took several minutes for both of us to control our breathing.

-Paul… This was amazing. You are amazing. Thank you.

-No. Thank you, Andrea, for allowing me to watch the sexiest thing I ever saw. You have no idea how beautiful you are when you come. It is just breathtaking. I would give anything to change places with the toy. Will you let me meet with you any time soon?

-I have been obsessively thinking about that. I really want to meet you, but I am still afraid you won't like me that much. I do not know why it is so tough for me. It is like my fears are dominating my decisions.

-We talked about this, Andrea. I am already crazy about you. Is there something else bothering you that you are not telling me? … Andrea?

-Yes. But you may think it is stupid.

-I would never think that your fears are stupid, darling. Please tell me how you feel.

-I am scared of falling for you. I know you are afraid of commitment, plus you are perfect; I crave commitment, and I am plain old me. I do not think I can survive another loss, Paul.

-Darling, we do not have to rush anything. We can wait if it makes you feel safer. Allow me to convince you that I am all in for you, that I genuinely want you to give this a chance, that I am crazy about you. We can talk about this over the week, and hopefully, I will end up persuading you that you are a unique, stunning woman and that I would be the luckiest man alive if you decide to meet with me. What do you think? Will you let me try to convince you, sweetheart?

-Yes, I will. Thank you for being so patient, Paul, so understanding. Thanks.

-You are worth it, darling.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing. As usual, it was a fantastic night. Too wonderful indeed… We said our goodbyes, and we promised to meet again tomorrow for drinks and dinner. We also decided to watch a movie together, each of us looking at our own screen. I am a bit skeptical about how this experiment will result, but we will give it a try.