by Jaden Tanner
When her office door burst open, the background noise of the open plan office filtered through to her. But Maren didn’t turn around. She could see that John Feyn had entered her office and was now closing the door behind him in the reflective surface of her window.
“Hey.” He said and walked up behind her.
“Hey,” Maren eyed the reflection of this tanned, cheerful guy. As always, his hair was completely disheveled. He was unshaven and, despite the freezing temperature, was wearing a Calvin Klein T-shirt and worn-out denim jeans. Being a photographer, his look wasn’t considered unkempt, but rather gave him an air of adventurousness. A soft cloud of bittersweet grapefruit, wood, and wild pepper scent surrounded him.
Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier, Maren affirmed and breathed in deeply. John smiled. He seemed to notice that she liked his enticing scent and stepped closer to her still.
“Stein said to come see you?”
Maren nodded. “It’s about our next big assignment. Yours and mine.”
“Yours and mine?” he smiled. “What about Caprice?”
“She’s fuming because she’s not allowed to come.”
“So we will be left to our own devices then?” he grinned.
Maren nodded and could feel his breath on her neck. The air seemed to suddenly fill with electricity.
“That’s nice.” When he put his hand on her arm, it felt like tiny electric currents were zipping through her body.
“We’re flying to L.A.”
“How come?”
“To keep our eyes and ears open and check out what’s going on in the lead up to the Oscars.”
“Well, apart from the setting, there are definitely more exciting stories to be developed.”
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he lightly placed a kiss on Maren’s neck. Oh, John. Such a tease.
“Has the hotel already been booked?” he whispered between two further kisses.
“Lori’s already taken care of that,” Maren replied. Stein’s secretary wasn’t just the heart and soul of the place, but was also responsible for the editorial office’s logistical needs. “She’s booked us into a hotel on Sunset Boulevard.”
“Good.” John wrapped both arms around her lithe body. Maren felt his warmth through the thin fabric of her blouse. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes. John’s hands started wandering, touching her flat stomach and then travelling upwards, searching for and finding her breasts.
Her nipples became erect and as he massaged her tits, a languorous moan crossed Maren’s lips. She felt the heat rise in her groin. “We can’t,” she attempted a half-hearted objection, when she felt his erection against her backside.
“Says who?” his gravelly voice replied. While his right hand skillfully unbuttoned her blouse, his left hand slid between her legs.
Maren couldn’t help herself — she spread her thighs.
When his hand was on her pubic mound, she pushed her groin towards it. He massaged her softly through her pants and it almost felt as if she was naked down below.
Naked and ready for him.
John’s free hand slid into the cup of her bra. He pushed the fabric aside and massaged her breasts. Softly, he twisted her nipples.
When a moan crossed Maren’s lips, he gently bit into her neck. “Open your eyes,” he breathed and pushed his cock against her butt more forcefully now.
Maren followed his orders and watched their sexy performance in the large office window.
He grinned as he followed her gaze. “Those people down there don’t have a clue what we are getting up to up here.”
She nodded silently. Oh my, she thought, he wants to fuck me here in the office, right by the window.
There was no way to lock the doors at the editorial office of FLASH magazine. If that had been different — she wouldn’t have thought about it twice and let him take her on top of the desk right away.
His movements became faster and his fingers rubbed her hot slit more and more hastily.
“I can feel how wet you are through your pants,” he breathed into her ear.
Maren nodded. She bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from groaning loudly. It wasn’t unusual for John to play around with Maren and Caprice when on assignment. But now? In the office?
Wincing ecstatically, Maren felt her inescapable climax nearing. She’d now turned off her common sense completely and forgotten that at any moment, one of her colleagues or even Walter Stein could have stormed into her office.
“Fuck me,” she heard herself say as she reached back and started rubbing him over his pants. The hard bulge she could feel underneath brought her to the brink of insanity. What she wouldn’t give to feel his hard cock inside of her right now!
He pushed himself towards her hand, rubbing himself on her.
“You turn me on so much, babe” he whispered.
“Then just take me, already!” For Maren there was now no going back anymore. She wanted it right here and now.
But, all of a sudden he pulled back
“What are you doing?” Maren asked surprised, fighting for breath.
John grinned. There were beads of sweat on his forehead.
“I will fuck you. And it will be soon.” Without another word, he disappeared from her room and left her behind on her own, feeling weak at the knees.
Exhausted and simultaneously disappointed, Maren sank into her office chair. For a few seconds, she considered finishing herself off. Her hand slid downwards. She could still feel her damp heat through the fabric of her pants.
Then she returned to her senses. As she buttoned up her blouse and attempted in vain to organize her thoughts, her office door burst open.
Caprice rushed in. When she saw how Maren’s face was flushed with strands of her hair falling into her face, she stopped in her tracks. “Oh, am I interrupting something, cherie?” she grinned provocatively.
“No.” Maren lied and managed a small helpless smile.
“What were you doing with John? I just saw him coming down the hall, looking very … jumbled.”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“Oh, you little wildcat.” Caprice laughed and sat on the edge of Maren’s desk, opposite her. This made her short skirt ride up. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and Maren could see her freshly waxed vulva.
Caprice followed her gaze and nodded sympathetically.
“I get it — so, he left you hanging at the last moment?”
Maren avoided her gaze and remained silent.
“Can I possibly help you out, darling?” Caprice leaned over to her, granting her a perfect view of her breathtaking cleavage. “Should I finish what he started?” Her right hand stroked the inside of her thighs, while they spread further apart. Her pussy was already shimmering with desire. Almost tenderly, she touched her clit and massaged herself. A soft moan passed Caprice’s lips. “Shall I?”
“No.” Maren shook her head. It made her feel uncomfortable that it had been Caprice of all people, who had figured out what had just happened here.
Caprice waved her aside and tried hard to hide her disappointment. She quickly pulled down the hem of her skirt and attempted to sound indifferent.
“John is … cute. Have a great time with him in L.A.”
There it was again, this bitter undertone in her voice of her best friend. “Are you jealous?”
“Don’t be silly.” Caprice emphasized her answer by a wave of her hand. “But John is pretty damn good in bed.”
“Thank you, I know full well that you’ve already …”
“Well, he does indeed like to have a lot of fun in bed. And as is well known, so do I.” Caprice said lightly.
“What did you want again?” Maren tried to change the subject and pointed at a piece of paper in Caprice’s hand.
“Oh this … Chris gave me an address.”
“The realtor guy you spent last night with?” Maren furrowed her brow.
“Oui, he owed m
e a favor.” Caprice winked at Maren. “So he was kind enough to give me Greg Wilson’s address.”
“Hold on a second,” Maren jumped up. “He has the private addresses of Hollywood stars?”
Caprice shook her head. “Not exactly. But Chris knows so many important people, including many over there, in the States. And he took the liberty to, erm … procure Wilson’s contact details.”
“What … I mean, how …”
“Now I owe Chris a blowjob.” She laughed and the earlier aggravation in Stein’s office seemed forgotten. “One of my easiest exercises, as you know, chérie.”
Caprice slid down from the edge of the desk and straightened her dress out. She placed the piece of paper on Maren’s desk in front of her. “Here” she said. “Meet him and find out if he really is gay.”
***
“You absolutely must give Robin Kingsbridge my love,” Caprice called into the bathroom that night, while she ran around the apartment like a headless chicken, busily gathering her things for her upcoming trip to London.
All the nastiness of the previous morning seemed to have evaporated, and Maren felt that Caprice was finally looking forward to her trip. No wonder — London was Europe’s trendiest capital, after all. Maren could vividly picture her friend strolling through shops around the streets of the East End, and returning laden with goodies and little things that one just couldn't find elsewhere. She was happy for her friend and had readied herself for her flight to L.A. over the course of the day, too.
It was evening now and the lights had gone on all over the city of Hamburg, but despite their ubiquity they could hardly break through the thick fog which had enveloped the city. As soon as it had gotten dark in the afternoon, the temperature had dropped, too. The non-stop rain had turned into a slushy snow that nevertheless melted into gray sludge, once it hit the city streets.
Maren was happy that she would escape the awful weather for a few days. Once she had packed her suitcase for the morning’s departure, she had made herself comfortable in the bath, a glass of wine, and a book in hand. Her calm and warming bath experience was completed by a gorgeously scented bath oil and lit candles. Maren hadn’t responded to her friend’s suggestion of bathing together. Even though they shared the apartment and both knew what the other one looked like naked, Maren preferred to sit in the bathtub alone and indulge in the pleasant fizzing of soapy foam on her skin.
“Robin Kingsbridge?” Maren called back in the hallway’s direction and lowered her book. “I don’t even know whether I’ll see him.”
Caprice's steps came closer. She poked her curly haired head through the bathroom door. “I bet you’ll cross paths with him, chérie.” She clicked her tongue and apparently indulging in a reminiscence of interviewing the Hollywood actor a year earlier.
“And what if he’s shooting another commercial about some espresso coffee maker?” Maren attempted a half-hearted jokey objection.
Caprice shook her head and slipped into the softly lit bathroom. “But not in February, at the exact same time as the Academy Awards.” She looked around “You’ve made it very romantic in here for yourself.”
“Just the right way to enjoy the peace and quiet before the storm,” Maren replied with a smile. She eyed Caprice. Her friend was wearing a dark red Kimono, which ended just below her hips. The thin fabric struggled to cover Caprice’s ample breasts. In the flickering of the candlelight Maren could see how her erect nipples were pushing through the fabric.
Caprice sat down on the edge of the bathtub and let one of her hands run through the lukewarm water. “Would you like some company in here, chérie?”
Maren shook her head. It seemed like Caprice wasn’t giving up so easily this time, but Maren didn’t have any intention of sleeping with her roommate. She briefly thought back to the situation with John that morning. In her office, he had driven her to the edge of reason within only a few moments. As a result of that juicy incident, Maren had been all over the place for the rest of the day and hadn’t been able to rid herself of the tingling in her groin. She wondered whether the photographer would deliver on his promise to sleep with her in L.A.
“Are you daydreaming?” Caprice’s voice pulled her back into the presence and out of her thoughts. As she bent down to Maren, her Kimono opened as if on its own accord. One end of its belt slid into the water.
“Ooops,” Caprice said but didn’t make any attempt to pull the belt out of the water again. Her seamlessly bronzed skin shimmered soft like velvet in the candlelight. Maren winced imperceptibly as she felt Caprice’s hand on the inside of her right thigh and continue to slide up, a target in mind.
“Caprice …” Maren ventured a tentative objection.
“Psst.” Her friend placed the index finger of her free hand to her lips. “Close your eyes and just imagine that it’s Robin Kingsbridge’s hand.”
“You’re crazy,” Maren whispered, but couldn’t resist following Caprice’s instructions. Hollywood star Robin Kingsbridge was her absolute favorite actor and had often become the object of her secret fantasies.
The thought of this gentleman actor being the person on the edge of her bathtub right now and not Caprice, was simply too tempting to resist. She let her imagination run free, although she knew that in reality they were never going to end up having sex. Nevertheless, she now didn’t feel Caprice’s hand between her legs but that of Kingsbridge. She could practically see him now, coming closer with his restrained body language and becoming determined to throw her into a whirlwind of lust and desire, while nevertheless maintaining his inner — almost stoic — calm. Lurking, in an almost relaxed way, he sat on the edge of the tub, to please her and provide her with waves of pleasure, his energetic chin pushed forward and a hungry gaze in his brown eyes, greedily eyeing her wet and shimmering body, as if he wanted to devour her.
She knew that a million women all over the world would be envious of her, but she wasn’t proud — Maren indulged in his caresses and leaned back her head, while the bathwater quietly splashed around her.
Maren could feel a skillful finger slowing making its way to her groin. Moaning quietly, she angled her legs. As his fingers parted her labia and began their devious fondling, Maren completely lost her grip on reality. Two fingers slid into her ready pussy, penetrating her softly yet demandingly at once. She enjoyed the caresses and reared up in pleasure when she felt another finger massaging her clit.
The water made small waves, which moved faster as his caresses did, too. Maren groaned lasciviously and gave herself over to the stroking sensation. She stretched and pushed up her small, pert breasts out of the water, enjoying the coolness of the air blowing on her erect nipples.
“Yes, ma chérie, that’s right — just let yourself go.” Caprice’s voice pulled her out of her hot juicy dream.
Damnit, that’s not Kingsbridge, the Hollywood hunk that’s fingering you — it’s Caprice, everything inside of Maren was screaming. She opened her eyes and looked up into the sweaty face of her friend, who was obviously enjoying watching Maren near climax. And while she’d been pleasuring Maren, she had masturbated herself. The Kimono had slid off her body and was now lying on the floor.
“Something wrong?” Caprice asked, a puzzled look on her face as Maren withdrew from her caresses.
“Yes, there sure is,” said Maren with a trembling voice. “I was just caught up in another world.”
“Well you seemed to be really enjoying yourself,” Caprice grinned and rose. She grabbed her Kimono and in the candlelight, Maren could see how wet with desire Caprice’s pussy was.
“I know,” Maren replied with a shake of her head and sat up in the bathtub. “And I almost fell for it. What did I let myself get involved in?”
“It was a sexy fantasy — so what?” Caprice fluttered her eyelids and pouted. “But I guess it wasn’t quite enough.” She seemed a little bit offended and turned around. “Ok, never mind.” she called over her shoulder and stormed out of the bathroom. “You don’t know wh
at you’re missing …”
Maren sank back into the warm bathwater. The mere thought of the Hollywood star driving her to erotic ecstasy had turned her on. Despite her disruptive encounter with Caprice, she could feel desire building inside her again as she imagined how it would feel to be with Robin Kingsbridge.
Her right hand slid between her legs as if of its own accord. She could still feel her inner moistness between her labia. Her middle finger gently slid into her, while her thumb caressed her clit.
When Maren closed her eyes, Kingsbridge was back at her side. In her fantasy, she could see his lustful gaze while his hand was pleasuring her underwater.
She could hear a passionate moan come from Caprice’s room. Her friend was also finishing off what she had started with Maren. The buzzing of her vibrator was mixed in with the sounds of her heavy breathing.
Her movements became faster and the floodgates could no longer contain her orgasm. Maren had long passed the point of no return. She had completely abandoned herself to the fantasy and allowed the handsome Hollywood star to gaze deep into her eyes while he brought her closer and closer, until, finally she reached climax.
Suddenly she didn’t care one bit whether Caprice could hear her loud shrieks of passion. Maren had left the world behind and her sole purpose of living had become pure passion and pleasure.
Incredibly relaxed, she stepped out of the bathtub a moment later and dried herself off, before slipping into her soft bathrobe that she grabbed off the hook on the door. With a smile on her face, she blew out the candles and drained the tub. The spiced fragrance still hung in the air as Maren slipped back into her bedroom.
***
The next morning there was a strange vibe in the air, as the two friends took the taxi together to the airport. While Maren reflected on her trip to L.A., Caprice was getting as excited as a little girl and was rattling off the name of every single designer that had showed his collection at London Fashion week.
Yet she still hadn’t tired of complaining about the early departure time: Their flight was at 7:15 a.m. They were going to already reach the metropolis on the Thames river around eight a.m. — a time of day when Caprice would normally still be indulging in her beauty sleep.
