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doubts flood away. She kissed
my neck tenderly. Soon the front of my blouse was open and her hands explored
my breasts, softly stroking my hardening nipples. The heat from her hand
penetrated the silky fabric of my bra, and she slowly worked her finger underneath
and pulled it up, freeing my breasts to fall exposed and wanting for her touch.
She backed off to look at them, allowing me to see the gentleness in her expression.
Desire and warmth flooded me as she looked back up into my eyes, and I think
that was the very moment she actually possessed me.
    She placed one hand under my hair, bracing my neck, and the
other in the small of my back, and then tenderly laid me down on the floor as
she knelt over me. My blouse fell to either side, and she kissed my breasts and
stomach while reaching under my skirt to the hot damp pulse between my legs.
She pushed it up and drew my panties down and off. Her mouth flamed and I
tasted both desire and scotch as she kissed me. She pushed my legs up and traced
a hot path downward with her mouth until she rested between them comfortably.
Teasing and tasting the sensitive skin, then blowing softly on the moist trails
she left. Splitting my labia, and then allowing them to close again, torturing
my swelling, throbbing clit. Her tenderness nearly drove me mad.
    My head rolled back against the floor and my eyes closed
tightly. She spread me with her fingers to gain full access to my wet
smoldering need. I moaned as the power of her affection surged through my body.
She pressed her open hungry mouth to me. Her tongue plunged deep as I pushed it
back out only to have her lap at my clit then stop and go back to penetrating
me with her thick skillful tongue. Her face was soaked as she drank in all I
offered. My hips thrust toward her reaching for more. She played me like a fine
instrument drawing my symphony of pleasure.
    When I thought I would surely fall off the edge of my
sanity, she took my swollen clit in her lips and plunged two fingers deeply
into me. My back arched and I pushed against her with all I had to take every
inch of her. Flashes of pure truth rolled into soft waves of profound awareness
as she laid her head on my spastic stomach and wrapped her arms around my hips.
I ran my fingers through her thick dark hair while she rested. I held that deep
honest moment of tenderness in both my heart and the palm of my hand, and then I
fell asleep.
    When I opened my eyes she was gone, and I was covered with
the soft throw from the sofa. The chill on the cold floor beneath the rug was a
direct contrast to the warmth that filled my memory. I slowly stood and walked
into my bedroom. The clock on the nightstand showed12:37 a.m . I took off what remained of my
clothes and crawled into bed. Sleep did not return easily, though. My mind
raced back to the intense look in her eyes and the way she’d made love to me. What was that? Was it even real, or had
I emptied that bottle of scotch myself and it was all just a drunken dream?
    The buzzing in my head from my alarm ended whatever dreams I
might have imagined. A hot shower and a large cup of coffee would set
everything right again. I raised the shade on the door and then flipped the
open sign. I saw her bike still parked in the same spot. I turned quickly, and
there she was sitting in one of the large reading chairs in the far corner,
just watching me.
    I started to speak, and she raised her finger to her own
lips to quiet me.
    “Continue your routine, Laura. Like I’m not even here”
    I released the lock on the door and walked back to my desk,
glancing her way as often as I could get away with. The first customer strolled
in a short time later, and I was quickly distracted. She remained in the chair
watching. What is she doing? Why is she
acting so strangely?
    More questions than answers drove me crazy, and I just
couldn’t hold it any longer. When I could take it no more, I walked over,
locked the door, and pulled down the shade. She placed her book