A Woman's Touch

Chapter 5: Magic Touch

We arrive at the meeting on time, I did take a sip of the drink Milan had given me. Only a sip, the rest I left alone. I did not want to incapacitate myself to the point of spilling my feelings for the woman I'm intrigued about or cry pitifully in front of everyone about the bullshit I went through back home.

However, a little courage never hurt anyone before.

We sat in the meeting room, listening on to the latest news around us. I was starting to become bored out of my mind, I don’t understand how Milan can sit here listening to tedious statistics. Fashion isn’t as glamorous as I had originally thought. Nevertheless, we ended the meeting on a high note, Milan pitched her ideas for next issues spring fashion.

They agreed by springtime they’ll have the proper equipment for Fashion Week. It’s when all the dazzling models, gifted artists, talented actors, and every kind of magazines outlet like Marie Claire that will be there to watch Milan’s success.

She is one of the greats just like Versace and Chanel. Milan is someone you want to get to know because she has all of the connections one would need in order to make it in the fashion world.

We vacate the building straight away entering back into our limousine where Milan could not get rid of that smile on her face. It was safe to say the meeting was successful.

“Well, it went splendidly don’t you think?”

They didn’t decline her offer, they agreed to this springs line and the demographic seems to be in our favor.

“Bullshit,” oh my, this is unexpected.

“Uh... I’m sorry, I’m confused. I thought it went exceptionally?”

I don’t know how to react to her statement. This is totally not what I expected, that smile did not give me the impression she was pissed off. Somehow I'm a little frightened of her smile or turned on, I can't seem to choose which one?

“They only give me a month to complete 30 dresses for the spring show, do you have any idea how long it actually takes to make a dress? Let alone 30.”

Well, this is very awkward.

I didn’t know how to even answer her at this point, I really assumed the meeting had gone well. Her anger was unexpected for sure but what was definitely surprising is what she did next.

“Why don’t you recognize me?” She says as she stares at me with her intense gaze. My face begins to heat up with her words. Recognize her how? The only place I even knew her was my job. Where else would we have met?

“I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand,” all of a sudden, she slides over to me next to my left. Her hand rubbing my thighs, I was wearing black see-through stockings and a pencil skirt, my legs were crossed. I kept them close because I had no idea how to react.

This woman was touching me, in her car, while her chauffeur drove the limousine. She then begins to kiss my neck moving my black hair to the side. I sighed deeply as she makes contact with my skin. Her heat saturating my flesh. My lips slightly open as my eyes close from her touches.

“Open for me baby...” she whispers in my ear as she nips the lobe. I do as she says as I open legs wide for her as she encourages me with her words. She rips my stockings in the center of my intimate mound. Her long fingers begin to rub me inside over the fabric of my panties.

I open my eyes only to see her staring at me intently. Her gaze swirls with lust as I feel myself become moist from her incessant touch. I want this, I want it bad. She’s making feel things that I’ve been wanting to feel for a long time. Throwing caution to the wind, I straddle her waist as she rips her shirt open displaying her red lace bra.

Her boobs big and succulent, overflowing out of her bra. Yelling my name out to suck on her girls. I take this moment to lick and suck her breasts as her hands grip my perky ass. She then presses a button on the side of the car and a dark slider slips up to close us off from her driver. Giving us complete privacy, I then take off my shirt as well displaying my white lace bra covering my hard n*****s.

She kisses me from my neck to my breasts removing the thin material covering my boobs, she then licks over the pink buds staring at me with her magnifying green embers. One hand underneath as she slides my white thong to the side. Her fingers only sliding up and down to glisten the cunt. Her lips hovered over mine, our eyes connected. The room smells of lust and sweat, a combination of us, a smell I want to recreate over and over again with her.

“You’re so beautiful," she kisses my lips taking my breath away as we battle for dominance with our tongues. Her other hand now gripping my hair angling my mouth against hers.

She’s taken control of me, something about her control feels familiar. As if she has that magic touch that I’ve been craving but already had a taste. Yet my cravings aren’t enough ’til I have more of her.

“I can’t get enough of you...” she whispers as she enters a finger inside of me causing me to moan out loud. My eyes roll back as she begins to finger f**k me. I gasp as she enters another digit inside me. My hands grasp onto her shoulders trying to hold on. I can’t fight this, I want this. I want it so bad yet I can hear the nagging part in my head yelling at me to stop.

Stop.

Stop.

STOP!

“Fuck... stop, stop, stop!”

No, why did I do that? Don’t stop? Why do I need to stop? f**k I’m always ruining everything. I lay my head on her shoulder as I pant heavily. Out of breath, my hair out of place. Clothes ruffled up a mess and my cunt dripping fluids down my torn stockings. I try to control my breathing, I know I want this. But something just doesn’t feel right.

“You didn’t want me to stop the last time I had my fingers deep inside you,” she spoke as she lifts my head up with her slender finger, I can smell myself on her finger. She even inhales my musk deeply as if it was sweet air.

“W-what are you talking a-about?” I stutter as I move away from her sitting on the other side.

“C’mon Omi, think. Do you believe in coincidence or do you believe in fate?” She gets on her knees as she puts herself between my legs. Opening my thighs wide so she can see the torn stocking and white thong she has messed with, moving the thin piece to the side of my labia. She licks her lips as she watches my cunt glisten with moist.

She wants to get a taste.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I am not willing to believe it was her the other night. No way in hell did I just freely give myself to my boss.

“You do know, don’t play dumb. I don’t like games, the only thing I wanna play is you.”

Oh fuck...