I knew she was mine. She lowered her eyes when I was introduced to her, inclining her head and shoulders in a charming, full-body nod. "Elizabeth. Matt has told me a lot about you."
I smiled, turning my head so I was looking at her only obliquely. I saw her demeanor change as I turned. Good, she was already starting to tune into me. I imagined I could smell her interest. "Half of it's lies and the other half is surely exaggerated."
I turned my head in time to catch her glance at me; our eyes met and she said, "I wouldn't be so sure."
Matt broke in, guiding Sarah around to the bar, asking her what she wanted to drink. I regarded him, this husband of Sarah's, and wondered if he knew. No, I decided. Those guileless eyes had never even thought that he had invited the woman who would posses his love into his very home, and that she was planning how to take her at the same time he was chattering about the latest news about the new stadium proposal. I would have to be slow, and very careful. She would frighten easily, I could see that in the way she giggled, a little too breathlessly, when Matt caught her wrist and brought it to his lips. Best to fully ensnare her before making a move.
The evening wore on; I was trying not to fidget. The first night of a new conquest is always the most exciting--the thrill is in itself almost worth the rest of it. There are other rewards, of course, but the knowledge that this woman would be mine was quite enough for me for the rest of the evening. At the door, saying good-bye, I hugged Matt, and didn't miss the jealous flash in Sarah's eyes. I stepped away from Matt, and took one of Sarah's hands in mine. Her hand was slightly cool, the skin soft. I lifted it to my lips. "Thank you, my dear, for being a wonderful hostess." And out of sight of Matt, I turned her hand palm-upright in mine, and kissed the hollow of her hand slightly longer than is ever really necessary for such a courtly gesture. I raised my eyes to her face. she had flushed slightly, her freckles upstaged slightly by the reddening of her skin.
I released her hand. Matt hadn't even noticed; he was getting my coat out of the closet and had missed the whole exchange. Step one, accomplished.
The scene was repeated over the next few months; I gradually grew bolder. Sarah was always the one to invite me over now. I think Matt was relieved that Sarah had made a new friend out of me. For her part, Sarah never rejected any of my advances. She always flushed, but never snatched her hand away, nor did she step away from the pecks on the cheek that always lingered a little too long, a little too close to the jawline, the earlobe. It was time. I planned out my next move with a pounding heart. I'd always been the aggressor before, but this next move was far more powerful than anything I'd ever tried before, and everything depended on Sarah. Should she panic, the game would be up and I'd never have another chance. But, if she found herself ready to be possessed . . . She was ready, I promised the doubts roiling in my gut. It was time.
This particular dinner, Matt had something to do right after dinner, and Sarah and I were cleaning up, as usual. I was drying the salad bowl as I asked her how she and Matt were doing. Her jaw clenched a little, and she shifted her stance before she answered. Tiny clues, but they were all I needed. Things under the surface weren't going well, and she was vulnerable, no matter how cheerful her reply. Smoothly, I changed the subject to the matter of girlhood secrets. She laughed when I asked her if she'd ever promised to keep something secret for all time. "Yes, of course, but it's been so long I think I've forgotten all of the things I promised never to tell."
"Don't you think a shared secret is one of the most important bonds women can have between each other? We trade secrets because it brings us closer together."
"Yes, but it seems so childish, to tell secrets, to be in secret clubs . . ."
"Ah, but as grown women, we have other secrets." I'd put down the bowl and the towel, and stepped close enough to her that I could barely feel the heat of her, only a pair of steps away. "Secrets that we keep, together."
Sarah looked at me, eyes bright, not moving away. "What sort of secrets?"
I took the step that covered half of the distance between us. "The secret we're about to share." I raised my hand to her chin, and turned her face towards me. She flushed slightly as she looked into my eyes, and I ached. Such demure perfection! I longed to strip her and take her right there on the kitchen floor, among the heaven;y scents of a repast eaten in good company. But not yet; this one needed cultivation. "You see, Sarah, I'm about to kiss you. And you're going to kiss me back. And it will be something you will never tell anyone. You will never bring it up in casual conversation, you will never tell Matt about it. This kiss will belong to us and us only, and it will bond us as any secret does. I will never tell anyone, either, and this kiss will be sacred till the end of our lives because of it." As I lowered my lips to her mouth, I murmured, "And, some day, you will decide that such secrets are meant to be shared over and over again, and you will return to me, and you will kiss me and tell me, "I am yours, utterly." Then, our lips met.
Her mouth was delicious. I pressed my lips to hers, and she responded almost immediately, giving her lips and tongue over to me as I played with them. I ran my tongue into her mouth, touching her tongue with the tip, taking her mouth as I fully intended to take her body, one day. and she melted into it, leaning against me, her body pressing against me as I pulled her closer.
Finally, it was over. I heard Matt's footsteps in the hall and I broke the kiss, picked up the bowl, and continued drying as if nothing had happened. For the rest of the night, Sarah did not look me in the eye.
The next week, Sarah called me as if nothing had changed. She left a message on my office voice mail, telling me that there was a new film at the local independent theater that she was thinking of going to see. I called her back; answered slightly out of breath. She was distracted, obviously. "Sarah. I got your message and I just wanted to tell you that it sounds wonderful."
The breathiness was still in her voice as she said, "All right! Where shall we meet?"
"I carpooled to work today; why don't you stop by the office about five? Matt's out of town, i know--we could make it a girl's night out."
"Sounds good. Five, then--Tell Stacey I'm coming in so she'll buzz me in, okay?"
"Done. And, by the way . . . what were you doing when I called?"
"Oh . . . nothing. I was out in the garden, is all. I . . . thought I'd ignore it, but then I realized it might be you calling me back." I shook my head silently. Sarah. You don't lie very well at all, do you? I knew that particular breathiness, and it wasn't from running into the house from the garden. Nor was the tension in her voice from taking a call she'd meant to ignore. But I wasn't going to call her on it, yet.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your gardening. See you at five."
At five, I was ready. i made a few adjustments to my wardrobe, and told Stacey to buzz Sarah in when she got here, and tell her to come right into my office if the door was closed. I prayed she'd be on time. There are few things that five minutes can spoil but this was one thing I didn't want any of my coworkers walking in on. Perhaps later, though--the lovely brunette at the front desk was one I'd had my eye on for months, but the difference in power between us would make her conquest too easy. I like my fish to wriggle when they're caught.
At 5:02 PM, I was standing, jacket off, by the window. I have a lovely view of the corporate parking lot, and I saw a familiar green Accord in one of the visitor spaces. Well, she'd nearly been on time. Three minutes would have cut it close. Not too close, hopefully. The door to my office opened, and Sarah walked in. "Hi. I hope I'm not interrupting . . . Stacey did say to walk right in."
"That's fine. Stacey knows about my tendency to work with my headphones on, so she never tells people to knock first. Hey, I'm glad you're here. I have a change of clothes with me, so we don't have to stop by my place on the way to the theater."
"You going to use the bathroom to change in?"
"Nah. Lean against the door. I'll just peel into my after-work clothes, and with you to guard the door I don't have to worry about Kevin or Santosh walking in on us." She did as she was told, and we started idly chatting about the weather (which had been fine lately) as I proceeded to slide out of my suit and into a skirt and tight blouse.
I'd had a feeling that today would be the day that Sarah would call me; Matt was out of town on business (with a lovely young coworker of ours who just happens to be both straight and interested in sleeping with all of the junior executives but me), and I figured that she was probably feeling like distracting herself. So I'd slipped into my gym bag not only a set of after-work clothes, but a set of lingerie I'd just gotten from Victoria's Secret a couple of weeks before. I wriggled out of my navy skirt and slip, and kicked them up onto my desk. And, likewise, I slid out of my pantyhose, slowing down slightly like a woman concerned with running a good set of nylons. Which wasn't really my intention, but it worked. Even as we talked, I could feel her eyes on my hands as they slid down my calves. The gaze felt hungry.
Somehow, this was not going according to plan. She was supposed to be intensely ashamed at this stage, still; that shame was what I'd been counting on to control her. I slowly shucked my silk blouse, and dared a glance at her eyes.
She was looking at me, and again I felt that intense hunger from her. My instinctive response was to meet it with my own; but I checked that impulse immediately. I met her eyes, and she smiled. What the hell, i thought. I might as well give her a little show, while she's looking.
Any woman who's spent time trying on different kinds of bras will tell you that demi cup bras are, while particularly sexy-looking, a devil for keeping the straps on the shoulders. When you compound this with the satin that this bra I was wearing was made out of, you have a perfectly natural excuse to fall out of your bra at any opportunity. Which I did. Not right away, of course. I dug in my gym bag for my cosmetics case, intending to apply a coat of lipstick while I had her attention. I walked around to the front of my desk and perched on it, all innocence in my bra and panties, and proceeded to put on lipstick with a brush in one hand and a small mirror in the other.
I crossed my legs and motioned for her to keep talking. I was struck by the sheer audacity of what I was doing, running around mostly naked in my office for the sole purpose of seducing a coworker's wife. No guts, no glory, but I was having the most devilish time applying an even coat of lipstick. My hands were shaking.
"Hey, Sarah? Want to come do this for me? I'm a little cold, and my hands are shivering." This was the test. She had a perfectly reasonable out; I was, after all, unclothed, and she could tell me to put my clothes on and then do my makeup. But the hunger I'd felt from her hadn't lied. She smiled and came over, holding out her hand for the brush.
She tilted up my chin in what seemed to be a reflection of the way I'd kissed her last week. Her hands were steady as she brushed the lipstick on, and she commented that she'd been a drama major in college and this was like the old times, when she'd put on makeup for entire casts. "A bit different, I suppose. Almost none of them were in their underwear." She put the brush down.
"Well, I seem to be warmer now than I was before." I could smell her perfume, a subtly floral scent, hang in the air as she resumed her post by the door. "I suppose I'll put my clothes on and we can go." I made sure she was looking at me as I got off the desk, the bra strap on one side falling and the top portion of the bra revealing the top of my nipple. I stood in place for a long second, and then got dressed, feeling her eyes on me with every movement.
This was not going according to plan. So it was time to change the plan.
In the car on the way to the movie, I asked, "So what's up with you and Matt, now?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. We don't have sex anymore. I'm pretty sure he's balling someone else."
I felt myself coloring slightly and told myself to stop it. This is not how a hunter acts, I reminded myself sternly. You don't let something that you could definitely be in your favor even embarrass you slightly.
"So what if he is? Are you going to leave him?"
She shrugged. "He's had affairs before. So have I. We stay with each other out of loyalty, mostly, I think."
"i wouldn't have expected that, with how you guys act around each other."
"Oh, he's nuts about me. He just can;t keep his dick in his pants, is all. i play damsel to his knight, everyone sighs about how much in love we are, and then we go and conduct our lives and everyone's happy."
We made small talk for the rest of the ride to the theater. I was turning over plans in my mind, but I was starting to wonder if I wouldn't have to do much more than I'd already done.
The film turned out, surprisingly enough, to be a film from the International Women's Film Festival, a drama about lesbians. It was a decent movie, but I was having trouble concentrating on it. Sarah insisted on sitting in the back row of the small theater, and I found out why after the movie started, the only illumination in the theater coming from the flickering screen.
Sarah had settled down in her seat with a sigh. I could feel her shifting position beside me, occasionally, and I wondered what she was doing. Getting comfortable, I assumed. As I glanced over, I found out exactly how comfortable she'd gotten. She had her hand between her legs, rubbing herself slowly as she watched the movie.
I watched her, dividing my attention between the screen and the spectacle of the woman beside me. Did I dare? I decided that the worst that could happen was that she could reject me, and so one of my hands slowly slipped around her shoulder. She leaned over as best she could with the armrest between us, giving me the angle I needed to drop my hand down and start massaging her right breast. I did so very gently, very lightly, but it was, i knew, unmistakable for a mere mistaken brush of the hand.
Her nipple was hard under her shirt, and I could hear her moan very faintly as she rose slightly, asking for more attention. I grinned to myself, in the dark of the theater. I had her. Or, I amended as she quietly writhed in the seat next to me, perhaps she had me. It would be interesting to find out which.
The movie ended, and I regretfully let go of the nipple I'd been massaging. She straightened in her seat as people filed out of the theater past us. I asked Sarah, "Coffee? Or something else?"
She met my eyes. "Something else. I have something at my house I think you'd like to see."
As we were walking out of the theater, Sarah grabbed my hand. "Oh, wait! i forgot something."
"What, in the theater?"
"No. This." And pulling my face to hers, she proceeded to kiss me there on the busy sidewalk. Startled, after a moment I remembered to kiss her back. She pulled away and said, "By the way, i am yours. Do as you like with me. And if you run out of ideas, ask me and I'll provide some for you."
I pulled her close again, and said into her ear, "I've a mind to go home with you and fuck you in that big bed you share with that husband of yours. And then I'll think of more interesting things to do to you."
She slid out of my embrace and started towards the car. "Don't worry. I'll help."
"With which?"
She turned, still walking towards the car. "Both, of course."
The ride to her house was fascinatingly tense. We both were casting sidelong glances at one another, and it took all of my self-control not to start teasing her right there in the car. As far as I could tell, she had not orgasmed in the theater, and so by now she must be dripping wet under those jeans of hers. We did not speak much, and I found myself holding my breath several times before we reached our destination. I wanted to posses her, to have her belong utterly to me. And, I thought, there was a way I could do it.
When we got to her house, Sarah let the two of us in and then locked the door behind us. There were no messages on the answering machine, and Sarah didn't bother to turn on any lights. The only light in the room was a faint glow from the street lamps, only bright enough to make out vague shapes by. It was time to establish who was in control.
I caught Sarah by the shoulder. As she turned, I reached for her hands, gently puling them above her head. She offered no resistance. I backed her against the wall, and looked at her in the faint light. Her eyes were intent on my face, and I shifted my grip on her wrists to one hand as I pressed her against the wall. With the other hand, I slowly traced the outline of her breast, then ran my thumb over her nipple. she gasped in response.
"Ground rules, Sarah. Tonight, you belong utterly to me. If I give you a command, you will do it immediately. If I ask a question, you will give me a truthful answer. I can take you to places you've never been before, but you must believe, totally, that you belong to me. Do you understand?"
Her voice was tense, almost moaning. "I understand."
"Good. Now, Sarah, I want you to tell me how long it's been since you've had sex with another person, and who that person was." I began massaging the breast I had in my hand, slowly. I hoped the darkness was complete enough to hide my smile.
"Ahh-ah . . . three months. Matt."
"You seem like a hungry young woman, Sarah. Are you sure it's been three months?"
"Yes. Yes. It's been . . . a long time." She gasped as I leaned forward and began sucking on her ear, nipping at the lobe with my teeth. she pressed her body into mine and I leaned against her, pushing her back against the wall.
I let go of her earlobe and said into her ear, "Have you ever slept with a woman before?"
"Once. In college. Ah!" I'd pinched her nipple; as well as she was responding to me I could believe she'd been three months without sex. She stammered, "I--I'd thought it was a once in a lifetime thing, but . . ."
"And what on earth possessed you to masturbate in the theater tonight?" I shifted my hand to her other breast, careful to keep her hands pinned above her head.
"I . . .Oh! I wanted to see if you'd notice." I slid my hand down to her crotch, nudging her legs apart. I'd been right, even through her jeans I could feel her arousal.
"Well, I definitely noticed. All right." I let her arms down. "Do you keep candles in the bedroom? I think I remember that you've got votives in there."
"Yes . . . and matches, too."
I nodded. "I want to you take off all of your clothes but your bra and underwear, right here. Leave them on the floor. After you're done undressing, we'll go into the bedroom and light candles." she slid out of her jeans and shirt quickly, dropping the discards on the floor. Even in the dim light, I could tell that she had the body I'd suspected her of having; she was an hourglass figure, and her skin was so pale that she was easily the most visible thing in the room. She turned and started walking into the bedroom, I following her, my eyes on the swaying of her hips. As we reached the door of the bedroom, i stopped her by putting an arm around her waist. I pulled her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck; when she moaned I knew I'd found a sensitive spot and proceeded to nip gently at the exposed skin. I reached down and again slid my hand into her crotch. Her underwear was soaked, and she groaned and pressed herself into my hand as I ribbed her. I smiled to myself and nibbled my way to the front of her neck, turning her as I went, and then kissed her lips again, starting gently and ending by drawing her lower lip through my teeth, which elicited yet another groan. I was suddenly possessed of a feverish urge to take her right there , but restrained myself. It would be exquisite to draw this out.
I pulled away from her. "Candles, Sarah. Just two or three." As she went to light them, I pulled off all of my clothes and sat on the end of the bed. I watched her as she bent to light the candles, and suddenly had an idea. At once, i put it into action.
"Sarah, stand before me. No, not there, take about a step forward. There. Now, i want you to take off your bra and underwear. Slowly, please."
I read nervousness in the lines of her body as she slowly unfastened her bra and released her breasts, drawing the straps down her arm. My breathing quickened as I saw the lovely shape of her breasts and the nipples, hard from arousal. Her skin was given a golden cast by the firelight, and it seemed to me that she was a living, if slightly self-conscious statue. She licked her lips as she eased her panties over her hips. My eyes widened as I realized that her mons and pussy were clean-shaven. AS she finished and stood straight before me, I smiled and rose from the bed. I was terribly hungry, and I could smell that same hunger from her. I came close to her and kissed her, and then growled deep in my throat as my lips and teeth began to work at her throat. she tilted her head back, baring her neck to me, and I could hear her breathing coming hard and fast. I steered her over to the bed, and laid her down on it.
I wanted to touch her everywhere at once. She was beautifully responsive, asking wordlessly with her body for more. I luxuriated in her body, running my tongue over her breasts, lingering on her nipples, tracing the lines her bra had left on her. She had a mole near one of her nipples that I delighted in targeting, licking at it as my fingers played over her thighs. The ache of lust in my cunt was almost overpowering. I fount hr clit with my fingers and began to give it quick rubs and tweaked, her entire body shivering as I continued to work her breasts with my mouth. I started to rub her clit with my thumb as i slid a pair of fingers into her sopping cunt, using the responses and the tension she was giving off to play her body like the finely tuned instrument that I knew it was. She panted and writhed, and then took a deep, gulping breath and began to cry out in a thin, high voice. There were no words, but I knew exactly what was happening as her pussy clenched around my fingers and her whole body shook with release. My fingers rode her all the way through her orgasm; and then, before she had a chance to relax, I did what I'd wanted to do from the first moment I met her. I licked my way down her body, beginning at her breasts, taking a long and loving detour into her navel, and then moved down the rest of the way, to her hot, still-quivering cunt.
She tasted sweet and musky, and delighting in her I started licking her fiercely, making my tongue hard and invasive. She groaned and wriggled, pressing her cunt up towards my face. I ate her out through another orgasm--this time she swore and screamed all the way though it. Once she'd shivered to a stop, i decided to give her a break, stretching out beside her and kissing her. She licked her juices from my lips. Then she smiled. "Your turn, Elizabeth." I raised an eyebrow, but then she began to massage both my breasts at once, ducking her head down to lick at my nipples, and i forgot anything about protesting.
At first, she was a little bit hesitant, but I had no reservations about showing her exactly how much i liked to be touched, and she soon seemed to forget about her nervousness and threw herself wholeheartedly into finding out just how much she could drive me wild. It was an eternity, spent in a bright haze of pleasure. At some point we forgot about whose turn it was and simply spent a long time in each other's cunts, the scents of sex and the feel of each other driving us on even as it seemed that we both had to tire, sometime.
After a very long time, we slept. I don't remember when it happened, really. All I remember is waking up the next day, knowing that I'd fallen asleep some time before.
I woke before Sarah. reaching out, I stroked her sleeping skin. She rolled over and cuddled into me. Slowly, she woke, smiling.
"You know, I don't think I've ever woken up feeling this good. I think I could climb a mountain or two right now. Or . . ." Her impish grin left nothing to the imagination, and I kissed her again.
"Showers first, then we think about other things, how about that."
Her grin suddenly got wider, and she wiggled around, managing to catch both of my hands in hers. she pinned me in a posture reminiscent of the pose I'd held her in last night. "I don't think so, Elizabeth. Last night, I was your toy. However, this morning, and every day afterwards, you will be mine."
I looked at her, astonished. "What makes you think I'd agree to anything like that?" But to my astonishment, I could feel a familiar burning starting up in my cunt. The thought of being taken even as I'd taken so many of my lovers was turning me on, and I sputtered, trying to wriggle free. This was definitely not what I'd had in mind for the morning.
She laughed. "what did you think, that you could take possession of me for a night, and I'd want to always be your toy? No, my dear. Maybe everyone else you've slept with did; but I'm not everyone else. All you proved to me was that I want you to be mine. you have spirit and power, and I want to control that."
"Who the hell came in during the night and replaced the Sarah I knew with this one?"
"No replacement. You played right into my hands. And the thought of being my toy has you hot, already, doesn't it?" I couldn't deny it. "You're the only kind of woman worth having. Oh, I told the truth last night when I said I'd only slept with one woman; i just haven't been able to find the kind of woman I've been looking for. You're unafraid to take chances. I can promise you, that taking this chance will be the best decision you've ever made."
"But . . . but . . ." I was reduced to inarticulate gestures with my body.
"It's easy, Elizabeth. Just say, 'I am yours.' Kiss me. That's all you have to do."
I lay still for a moment, thinking. Then I said, quietly, "I am yours." And I kissed her, to seal my words.
Oh, I thought, you will pay, sweet Sarah. Just as soon as I can figure out how to turn the tables . . .