by Alia Thomas
Answer the door Richard, Kimberly whispered after a few raps on the door. Nothing. Knocking even louder this time she heard the rustle of sheets as he got up from the bed and seconds later answered the door.
“Can I come in?”
“What kind of foolish question is that Kimberly?”
She had long given him permission to call her by her first name.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” She uttered as she stepped inside the doorway and waited for him to lead the way. It wasn’t a penthouse suite. Richard didn’t want Kimberly to think he was trying to sway her with material things. He had already met opposition when he offered the jet.
Clicking the lamp in the corner on, Richard made sure he was decent before joining Kimberly on the bed where she perched at the edge. The brass trimmings in the ceiling glowed as warmly as Kimberly’s face when she turned to him.
“I have a confession to make. The day we went to lunch I was not completely truthful about my past. There were a lot of things I left out thinking I would appear pitiful. Now I see how short life is and if I want to commit to being your friend, I should tell you about my life.”
The pangs of guilt over Richard’s own unconfessed secrets were building to a crescendo and refusing to take instruction from the conductor. He listened intently after telling himself he didn’t lie; only omitted.
In 45 minutes Richard learned of Kimberly’s mother, the fire, the drugs, the suicide and the scholarship that made her the woman she was today. She didn’t even leave out the dramatic resignation from Goldman & Parks and laughter finally entered the room. Like a soothing salve, it cooled the burns of grief and sorrow while solemnly reminding them about the tragedies of life.
It was Richard’s turn. Jasmine wasn’t a secret, but he wanted to be sure that any woman he let into his life would accept her. He wanted no drama in his daughter’s life. Opening his mouth to speak, he was silenced by Kimberley’s finger on his lips.
The glow in the room was soft and its mist touched every point of the room. Standing, Kimberly turned toward Richard and pulled the silk scarf from her head, allowing the hair to tumble down her smooth back. Eyes as wide as saucers, Richard struggled to believe what was happening for his eyes only.
Crossing her hands at her torso, Kimberly hoisted the white stretchy vest up and off of her velvet body. She wore no bra and her breasts fell free of the confining fabric. Richard felt something jumping below his waist, he was officially aroused. The shorts ended just above her thigh in the front and just below her ass at the back. Turning away from him and answering his prayer, she slipped the spandex garment off her hips and past her thighs. Richard almost lost control of himself.
Two perfect globes of warm copper flesh ballooned from Kimberly’s waist and fell over her sturdy legs. Transfixed, Richard could do nothing but loosen his jaw. Turning and standing in her full splendor to face him she asked, “Do you want me Richard?”
He did not answer. In half a stride, he stood in front of her. Taking her hand from her side, he placed it on his fully erect wood and said, “I think so.”
This kiss was nothing like the one at the restaurant. Hot and deep, Richard’s mouth enveloped hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and Kimberly stood on her toes in an effort to match his height. Erect nipples brushed against his chest, and Richard found his thirst for them gloriously unquenchable. The dark brown areolas and even darker nipples begged to be tasted and as he sucked on her chocolate drops, she moaned.
Kimberly was thick, but Richard was capable. In one motion, he cupped the glorious ass he had admired for so long and lifted his treasure to the bed. It was there that he took a look at what made this caramel beauty so enticing. Her naked skin had no flaws. Kimberly’s skin was softer than silk and her hips were unlike anything he had ever laid his eyes upon.
The mound between her solid legs carried no hair, but the dark lips matched the pout of the ones on her face. Plump and protruding, Kimberly’s pussy begged to be touched and Richard would oblige soon.
Tracing her neck and the curve of her breasts with his finger brought Kimberly to a height of ecstasy. Her back could arch no further and finally her body succumbed to pleasure that had not yet touched her slit. Sprawling her legs, her supple body begged to be taken, but Richard’s exploration was not over. Rubbing his palms on the sleek inside of her thighs, now slick with her overflowing moisture, he appeared to be studying the structure of her appendages. He was worshiping her.
Kisses soon followed everywhere Richard’s hands passed and in a second Kimberly was trying to escape. The pleasure descending on her body was foreign. Never before had such a white hot heat taken her body captive and it was proving too much for her fragile senses. A drum was beating in her head, louder and louder every time he touched her and Kimberly was on the brink of insanity. In an act of desperation, she groaned, “Richard please… I want you to fuck me Richard… please!”
Richard was not ready. Awe struck that the Gods could make such a wonderful creation, he was enchanted. Her pussy was more than a full package. The plump lips parted slightly as Kimberly spread her legs and her clit made its presence known. The dark lips gave way to pink flesh as he finally used his fingers to spread her labia. With a mouth as delicious as cocoa, he knew her juices would be just as sweet.
A hot breath of air touched the nerve endings of Kimberly’s sensitive clit and the beginnings of a climax were evident. Her thighs tried to close but with Richards strong arms keeping them open- there was no choice but let him eat. Fine dining was a rich man’s pastime and Richard Damask had definitely perfected the art. His agile tongue flicked passed the now erect nub of flesh and the sounds from Kimberly’s throat communicated that she was at the peak.
It was his fingers that pushed her over the edge and with just two inserted in her now dripping pussy, she fought an internal battle to hold her climax in. Toes curled, stomach cramped and pussy walls clenched, Kimberly yelled to the heavens, the angels- anyone who would listen about the earthshaking climax that had overtaken her body.
Tiny drops of creamy oil dripped from her open crevice as Richard withdrew his long thick fingers. Not wasting a drop he placed his shiny fingers in his mouth and cleaned them thoroughly. Kimberly never saw. She was busy coming up for air from the sea of pleasure washing over her body. Only when Richard stood up from between her legs, Kimberly came to.
The boxers he wore when he opened the door were now gone and his shaft was rigidly announcing his presence. Without hesitation, Kimberly sat up and pulled her boss onto the bed. Lying flat and breathing deeply, he focused on the queen preparing to rule his rod and staff. The nest of curls surrounding his cock glistened in the light, but that was not Kimberly's focus. The cock in her view was calling her name. She didn’t grab it, instead she simply hovered. Eye to eye like a snake charmer, she followed it until the pulsing stopped and it became still.
Richard’s thoughts were racing. He was in disbelief. A woman he has admired and lusted after was going to suck his cock. The anticipation gripped his stomach with force, and his head pounded as the background music to this dance grew louder and louder.
Warm, wet and wonderful. The envelope of moisture and heat covering his wood was indescribable. With expert precision Kimberly sank the shaft close to her tonsils. The throbbing cock filled her mouth and she imagined it filling other places every time she swallowed it. Saliva ran down the shiny pale shaft and suddenly Kimberly became ravenous. Finally grabbing the shaft, she twisted it in her mouth and increased the suction of the rod of her boss.
Over and over she ate, sucked, nibbled and slurped on the snake she was charming, counting down the minutes until he filled her pussy and possibly her heart. Richard was propped on his elbows watching his white cock disappear into pouted lips in disbelief. Never before had his cock been devoured with such fervor. The globes below her waist clapped every time she descended on the shaft and revealed it again.
Richard had enough. He could no longer count the s
tars dancing before his eyes and the random words ringing in his ears. God, pleasure, desire, erotic… all words parading across his transfixed vision. The final time she lowered her lips over his cock, he held Kimberly’s shoulders and pulled her off the dick she so hungrily ate.
“Ride me Kim,” He mumbled. “I want you to ride me.” Not needing to be told twice, Kimberly climbed the length of his leg finally straddling his waist. As her thick leg shadowed his torso before landing on the other side, Richard sat up and pressed another hard kiss on her lips salted by his own liquids. The head of his cock pressed her still sensitive clit and her sharp inhale made her eyes close.
A deliciously long and thick cock was rubbing on her slick chasm and it would only take a shift of her waist to bring him into her. Kimberly waited, savoring the moment. Richard didn’t have that patience to give. Hand on her ample hip, he forced her downwards and swiftly her wet deep crevice was filled with his cock. He had waited too long. The sensations crawling over his body coaxed a guttural sound from his throat and Kimberly sat, impaled and in suspended animation.
Entranced, she didn’t have the wherewithal to move, and though she was on top Richard took control. His strokes were deep, long and forceful as he injected her black pussy with his white cock until cream covered both their thighs. Kimberly was dripping and moaning while Richard was thrusting and grunting.
Full to the brim and bubbling over, Kimberly bounced up and down feeling the traction of the budging veins on Richard’s thick shaft. Every time she became full to the hilt, her clit rubbed on the short hairs above his cock arousing her even more. The climax was building and the thrusts from Richards’s waist became sharp. With razor like precision, he hit the spot that made her pussy sing.
Moisture was increasing and so was the tension and electricity between Richard and Kimberly. The volume of the moans and screams from the mating two reached decibels above acceptable, but neither cared. The peak of no return was being mounted and none could bring them back now. Kimberly’s eyes rolled back into her head as the final fireworks of pleasure burst and cascaded down her body. The climax was epic. The clenching of her muscles as she climaxed gripped Richards dick, and all but squeezed the cum from a shuddering Richard. His grip on her ass was equally tight as he finally groaned and spouted his nature on Kimberley’s flat stomach. Trembling, the pair was spent of all energy and no longer cared that they may be an odd pair. For a moment in time all was well with the world, and thoughts of death and grief temporarily forgotten.
*****
The morning after sex with your boss could be odd as one may imagine, and in the case of Kimberly and Richard it was no different. He woke first. Slow and groggy, Richard opened his eyes and closed them again. The ceiling seemed to be moving and this of course wasn’t normal. On his second attempt to enter the world, he tried to remove his hand from under the pillow to the left. It was met with resistance and a soft sighing sound.
With the snap of his head, he turned to the direction of the peaceful noises, encountering the angel that visited him last night. There Kimberly slept with her head on the pillow and that pillow rested on Richard’s forearm. Along the crevice of her nose, a tiny trail of water made its way downward and disappeared. She was crying in her sleep. In seconds, Richard remembered the night before and the love they had made. He needed to hold her. Abandoning his urge to get up, Richard rolled over and placed his other hand around her waist. He wanted it to last forever.
Kimberly stirred when the warm arm was draped over her and for a moment, was confused. Was there someone in her bed? Eyes cracking open painfully, she was met by Richard’s sympathetic pools of blue, watching her, protecting her. It was a mystery to her that there was a man in her bed- her boss at that and she sat upright violently and with a horrified inquiring look.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” Richard asked quietly.
“My head aches and I was having a little trouble remembering what happened yesterday, but I remember now.” Staring him directly in the eye, she added, “All of it.”
Despite her headache, Kimberly smiled at Richard coyly and he returned it.
“Is it something you want to discuss Kim? Or do we just leave it as is?”
Sliding off the bed with the sheet tucked around the breasts and hips, he had kissed and sucked last night, she turned to him and said. “Slow down Hun, only women want to discuss feelings after sex.”
It was a joke, and though he laughed, Richard was stung that he appeared so vulnerable to the woman he was falling for. Kim softened her tone and gaze as she added, “There is nothing to discuss Richard. Let nature take its course.”
Like the undercover vixen Kimberly was, she let the sheet fall to the floor and in the natural sunlight, revealed the curvaceous silhouette Richard yearned to touch once again.
Walking to the bathroom and pausing by the door, Kimberly glanced over her shoulder as she dropped a statement and instruction balled into one.
“You are the boss, so I shouldn’t have to spell things out for you.”
It was only seconds before Richard was off the bed and standing behind her, willing to do nature’s bidding.
*****
Four weeks and two days had passed since Aunt Audrey’s burial and Kimberly and Richard made sweet love almost daily after that. Sometimes it was in her office when all the others left. Other times it was in the backseat of his limo when she allowed him to escort her home.
The couplings were hot and desperate. Always trying to quench a thirst that did not want to be quenched. Their interactions were not merely physical, but often bordered on tantric. Richard smelled her when she wasn’t there, he heard her voice long after she had left a room. Kimberly was not only filling his bed, she was filling his heart. This was the primary reason he was having lunch with her today.
Golden Goose was a farm to table restaurant in the south of California. Seafood was a staple, but they trucked their meats and veggies down from the farmers who spent their time tilling the soil.
Quaint and unassuming, it hid in the back of a large casino and the two existed peacefully. He had used the private plane for his special announcement and hoped all would go well. Kimberly wore yellow today- well it was more mustard. Insisting she take a personal day off, Richard was pleased that she quickly adapted to the sunshine of California in her strapless flowing dress that still couldn’t hide her remarkable figure. She wore toe rings and this was the first time he had noticed. Flip flops on her were just as sexy on her as heels.
Calling ahead of time, Richard made sure they were dining in seclusion. The only private balcony available was bathed in sunlight and waiting on its guests. Kimberly was more than ready to get cozy. Richard had a knot in his stomach.
“It warms my heart to see you smiling Kim. You have no idea.”
“My aunt would have wanted it. She was a proud woman but she was wise. Life goes on.”
They sat solemnly as the sad moment passed before Richard broke the silence.
“There is an event I’d like you to attend with me this weekend.”
Kimberly looked up from her inspection of her wine, a little surprised. Up until now they had kept their interactions a secret. Only the chauffeur knew they went places together outside of work. Even then, he could only suspect.
“Are you sure you are ready for that? They are lots of cameras at these things. Our pictures will be everywhere.”
Sighing, Richard reassured her that the paparazzi would not be a challenge in this instance.
“Actually the media won’t be a concern where we are going. We are having a family reunion. I want you there.”
He had Kimberly’s full attention. This was definitely going to take them to a whole new level
“I don’t know about that Richard. I know we haven’t discussed it thoroughly, but your mother doesn’t seem to keen our being friendly. When I’m in her personal space she may be a bit more vocal.”
“My mother isn’t an issue. The old woman s
imply is bored and means no harm. Plus, I want you to know I am not taking this thing between you and I casually. You’re on my mind from the time I wake up until I go to bed. I want to inhale you and keep you in my lungs. I need you in my life.”
Closing his palm over hand on the table, he massaged her fingers and looked deeply into her eyes. Kimberly was convinced that he was being sincere. When he launched into his next statement, things changed.
“Because I so strongly believe in you and me, there is something else I want to share with you.”
She wasn’t aware she had stopped breathing, but Kimberly’s chest ceased to rise and fall as she waited for his next words.
“There is someone near and dear to me that I have not told you about. It was to protect her and not to scare you away. We have been though a lot together, her and I, but now that I can clearly see what type of woman you are, I want you to meet her.”
The bastard had a girlfriend or wife?! Kimberly’s once smooth palm became slick with sweat and confusion. Richard had a girlfriend but still wanted her to attend a family gathering. She was lost until he continued.
“My daughter Jasmine is beautiful and smart and I want her to meet the special woman in her father’s life.”
The sweat on Kimberly’s palm increased.
*****
Richard had lied to her. He had chosen to keep a life changing secret from her and Kimberly felt betrayed. This was why Kimberly had stopped dating in the first place. Men were never what they appeared to be. All were selfish just like Kimberly’s absent father.
“Why would you keep something like this from me?” Kimberly asked as she slipped her hand from Richard’s and wiped it in a dinner napkin. Pausing for the petite waitress to place the beef Wellington and glazed carrots on the table, Richard only spoke when she disappeared through the beaded curtain separating them from the main dining hall.
“Please don’t be angry Kimberly. It wasn’t a lie. I have suffered at the hands of a few women who pretended to be in it for the long haul, and then they disappear after a few tennis bracelets.”
