by Brit Ryder
“Do you think we got away with this? Or do you think we are being videotaped and are somebody’s entertainment tonight?”
“We were definitely my entertainment.” She walks over to the mirror to adjust her dress. Her clutch purse, dropped in the excitement the second the door closed, is near the door. I reach down and hand it to her. She opens it and pulls out a cigarette and a thin book of matches. I watch as her lips pucker around the butt ready to inhale the moment the flame hits the tip. It’s sexy as hell. She’s graceful in the way she cups her hand around the cigarette to protect the flame even though we’re inside. She’s a smoker. She told me she wasn’t. I smile at her lie.
“Share?” I ask. She exhales, the plume of smoke arrowing out of her rounded mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. She hands me the cigarette and I notice her long, red nails for the first time. I’m sure I will have scratches on my back from them, even through my shirt. I take a long drag because I need it. Because I want it. I give her back the cigarette. She drags on it. I reach out to gently run my fingers over the top of her cleavage. “So soft. So lovely,” I say. We take a few more puffs in silence. She holds it for me when I take my final drag, then runs it under water to put it out. I would have stayed here for the entire cigarette.
“Shall we?” She turns and heads for the door before I have a chance to answer. I follow her and we head up the stairs. We aren’t quiet, but we’re careful. Before we enter the foyer, I pull her close to me. My fingers splay across her stomach, my thumb resting between her breasts.
“Thank you,” I say. She turns and kisses me swiftly. Her lips are soft and supple.
“No, thank you.” She runs her hands down the front of my shirt and turns. I know she is leaving. I watch her walk past the guard and out the front door. I look at the ginormous clock hanging in the foyer. Our entire exchange, from the moment I saw her until the moment I watched her walk away, was sixty-eight minutes. Barely an hour. I can’t stop my smile. I sit down on a bench and reflect. That was fucking awesome. It was sexy, hot, and passionate. I should have done this a long time ago. Thank you, dating site.
I remember the office sent me an email that I probably need to read, given that tomorrow is a big day for us. I pull out my phone and am surprised to see several text messages from Lily. Before I get a chance to read them, I hear the click of heels in the foyer again. Thinking she’s back, I look up. Maybe she wants dinner or to have sex again—this time in a bed—but it’s not her. No, the clicking heels headed toward me, the long legs in a tight fitting red suit do not belong to the woman I just fucked. Instead it’s the real Lily.
Chapter Four
“Did you get my messages? I’m so sorry I’m late,” she says. She sits down beside me and puts her hand on my forearm. “Hi. I’m Lily. It’s so good to finally meet you.” I stare at her in disbelief. If this is Lily, who in the hell did I just fuck senseless downstairs?
“Um…uh…hi, Lily. I’m Emery,” I say.
“I know.” She is confident, smooth, and everything I fell in lust with the last few weeks. Her long brown hair rests just past her shoulders and her brown eyes are twinkling playfully. She has very similar features to my mystery woman, except she is dressed far more conservatively.
“No worries about being late. I took a moment to appreciate some art myself. If you’ll excuse me, I need to make a quick phone call, then I promise I will turn the phone off,” I say. She nods and immediately looks down at her phone, scrolling through emails, my presence seemingly forgotten. Yes, this is the Lily I know, the one who is all about her work. I need space from her, from this. Pretending to make a call, I put the phone up to my ear and casually stroll away. I don’t know if I should be ashamed of myself for what happened, or laugh hysterically. It’s a story no one would ever believe. If my clit wasn’t sore, I wouldn’t believe it either.
This is the part where I should make my apologies and head home. I look at Lily sitting on the bench, her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up on her thigh and I shiver. This is Lily, the woman who wants me to take control; the woman who asked me to do delicious things with her. Decision made, I walk over and sit down next to her. She greets me by sliding her hand down my thigh and giving it a squeeze. I jump a little at the intimacy of the placement of her hand and am surprised by the shudder that circulates throughout my body.
I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Her lips briefly touch my earlobe when she whispers in my ear. Her hand starts rubbing up and down my thigh, her fingertips inching closer to the apex of my thighs. My hips buck slightly against her touch. I want more. “Have you been thinking about me?” I nod. I feel the tip of her tongue against my neck and lean into her. I could get used to this kind of attention. “I want you to do everything you promised to. Do you think you are up for it?” Her warm breath is tickling my neck. In person, she is everything I expected and more. Less than a minute ago, I wanted to walk away and spend the evening thinking about what happened twenty minutes ago. Now I want to spend time with the real Lily. I reach for her hand. “Ready?” She winks at me. It doesn’t feel right for me to take Lily downstairs, too, so I lead her down the other hallway where the ancient artifacts are. She reaches for my crotch the minute we round the corner. I jerk back because I’m still sensitive.
“Are you okay? I’ve been thinking about this all day. I know you have, too.” She leans into me, wanting a kiss. Shit. I’m sure I will taste like smoke so I deflect for a moment. This Lily, the real Lily, doesn’t smoke, nor does she like her partners to smoke.
“I hear someone. Let me check.” I slip into the hallway. As soon as I’m out of her sight, I pop a mint that I crunch up immediately. The water fountain is across the foyer, but I don’t think she’ll mind if I’m gone for an extra minute. She made me wait. When I return, she is back on her phone. I walk up behind her and touch the back of her arm. She leans into me, and for the first time since the real Lily arrived, I feel a spark in my pussy. Maybe I’m not too sore for this after all.
“Are we alone?” She turns and presses her breasts against me. She is thin with only a few curves, unlike my mystery woman who was buxom with a tiny waist. I want to be with Lily anyway. She is the woman who has been in my mind for the past few weeks. Our chemistry has been unmistakable. I touch the curve of her small breast and she smashes her hand onto mine. “Harder.” She is not playful. Foreplay is finding a dark corner.
“I know where we can go.” I lead her out of the room to the foyer. We walk past the stairs where my earlier interlude happened and sneak into the coat room near the other entrance. Nobody is at the desk because it’s summer. Maybe there will be somebody here this weekend, checking sports coats and wraps carried in to ward off any possible chill. We are able to duck underneath the velvet rope and slip behind the unlocked door. I lock it before we head into the back.
“I can’t see anything,” Lily says. I fumble in the dark until I find a window high up with shades that don’t move. I am able to pull back a corner to let a sliver of light into the otherwise pitch black room. The shaft of light falls right on Lily and I take a moment to look at her. She is younger than my mysterious woman and anxious to get started. “That’s better. Now come here and let’s get this party started.” I watch as she unbuttons her blouse for me. The lacy camisole underneath shimmers in the light. “Touch me.” It’s a command, not a request. I oblige. I slide the blouse down her shoulders, the idea of tying her arms behind her back with it crosses my mind, but I ignore it. Something tells me she doesn’t want me to wrinkle her. I wrap my arms around her to reach the zipper on her skirt. “Kiss me.” She’s demanding like she was last night. Again, I oblige. She moans against me when I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She challenges me for control. This time I don’t give in. My passion ignites and I regain power of this kiss. I break it off, on my terms and turn her around.
“Step out of your skirt.” I hold her hand while she balances her weight on one leg and uses the other to shake the skirt from her heel. I lean d
own to pick it up and place it over one of the empty hangers.
“Such a gentleman,” she says. “Now show me your cock.” She reaches for my crotch but this time I’m ready, and instead of jerking, I press into her hand.
“Have you been thinking about me today?” I ask, my breathing increasing. I reach down and rub my hand between her legs, her lacy panties rough and wet against my fingers. “I guess I have my answer.”
She presses against my hand and moans. “From the moment I woke up.” She kisses me again and rubs her thigh on the outside of my leg. I hold it against me and press my hips into her spread legs. “Emery, I can’t wait much longer.” I lift her up, this wisp of a woman, and smile when she wraps her legs around my waist. There is a small counter on the side of the room and I place her down on it. Her fingers fumble against my zipper, the second woman to do so in less than two hours. I haven’t cleaned up so I stop her hands.
“Here, let me,” I say.
“I want to watch you sink into me,” she says. She slides her panties off while I take my cock out. “I am wet enough for you.” I ignore her and continue slipping the condom on. She doesn’t need to know what just happened in the bathroom.
“This is more for me than you,” I say. I know it doesn’t explain anything, but she doesn’t push.
“Hurry up. I need you inside of me.” The counter is the right height I need. She scoots her hips closer to the edge and watches as I tease her with the tip. She groans in frustration. “Emery.” That’s all it takes. I push into her and she leans back on her elbows to take all of me. “Oh, baby, yes.” She spreads her legs wider to accommodate me. I place my hands on her knees and start moving. She is not as tight as the mysterious woman so I’m not gentle. She can handle hard. I lick the fingers on my right hand and rub her clit every time I thrust deep inside of her. “Fuck, yes, oh, fuck,” she says. The shade falls back into place plunging us into total darkness. As much as I enjoyed watching myself fuck her, being in the dark has its advantages, too. I grab her hips and pull her off of the counter. “Why are you stopping?” Her breath is ragged and punctuated with tiny moans against my cheek.
“Turn around, Lily,” I say. I like saying her name. I like that I can say it and mean it. I wonder if I called my mysterious woman Lily. I don’t think I did. She turns and bends over the counter, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. I smile because I just won. Last night I promised that I would do this to her and I feel like she just conceded. With the real Lily, it’s power. Everything is exactly how I envisioned it to be with her. I lift her hips up higher and bring her back against me. My cock slides into her perfectly. We both moan at the contact. My clit quivers.
“Don’t stop this time.” It’s a command. I purposely pull out slowly, then slide back in. I’m the one in control, not her. I will do what I want, when I want. She whimpers with need. Now that I have her attention, I stretch my long body over hers and grab the counter, my hands laced in hers.
“Are you ready?” I ask. Her ass grinding against me is my answer. I pound into her, moving my hips as fast as I can, building myself up. She’s quiet for the first time. I worry that I’m hurting her, but she finally makes a noise. It’s a primal cry and sexy as hell. I feel her entire body tense up and a wail escapes her lips when she comes. I keep drilling her, desperate for her to come again, but I stop when her body collapses against me. Her legs are shaking so badly I have to hold her up by her waist. I can’t help but smile arrogantly in the dark. “I thought you said you were ready?” I tease.
“Jesus,” she says. I hope that’s good. I slowly pull out of her and keep my arm around her waist just in case she can’t stand up on her own. She turns to me and slides down the counter to rest on the floor. She is only wearing her camisole and her heels. I kneel in front of her. She reaches out to me, kissing me passionately, almost fiercely. “That was amazing.” I smile at her. She strokes the back of my neck, smoothing out my ruffled, sweaty hair. “You didn’t come, did you?”
“I’m not worried about me.” Right now I’d rather have a cigarette than an orgasm. I’m exhausted. I lean back on my hands and we stare at one another in the dark room. She leans forward on her knees and places her hands on my thighs. Her appetite is insatiable.
“Take your cock off,” she says.
“Why?” I’m too tired to move.
“Because I want to taste you,” she says. When was the last time I allowed a woman to get me off with just her mouth? I think about it for two seconds before I unzip my pants and remove my cock from the harness. “Mmm. These are nice.” She runs her hands over my boxer briefs, slipping her fingers inside to reach my pussy.
“Just your mouth,” I say. She pulls my pants and boxers down to my knees, trapping my legs. I can’t spread them apart, but she doesn’t seem to care. I’ll give her control for a little while longer because this feels good. Her tongue darts up my thighs and she buries her face against me, licking me all the way up to my clit. Christ, she’s amazing with her mouth. I start bucking my hips into her, wanting more pressure, but she teases me and licks me softly instead. I’m close so I put my hand to the back of her head and hold her against my pussy. “Suck me. Yes, like that.” I start my climb, anxious to come. I kick off my pants and boxers to free my legs and take control again. I need the friction. I need to rock my hips. I reach for my phone and point the flashlight on her. I want to watch. Heat reaches my clit, my face. My nipples harden, my breath hitches, and I moan out another explosive orgasm. I jerk against her and lessen my hold on the back of her head. She looks up at me and licks her lips.
“Even better than I imagined,” she said. She leans back on her heels and I fall back on the cold floor.
“Even better than I imagined,” I repeat.
She laughs. She stands up and reaches for her skirt. I’m almost too tired to get dressed. I slowly rise and fumble around in the dark picking up my clothes. I have to put my cock back on since I have no other means to carry it. I manage to dig around under the counter until I find a tissue to dispose of the condom.
“Are you ready?” she asks. My belt isn’t even latched.
“Absolutely not, but if you need to go, I understand.” I lean my hip against the counter as I find the hole in my belt. She flips the switch and we both blink at the stark invasion of the light. Her blouse isn’t as wrinkled as I would have thought given the frenzy with which it was removed. She tucks it into her skirt, her movements fluid and practical. She lacks the grace that my mysterious woman has. I shouldn’t compare them, but I can’t help it. Side by side, they are completely different. Even bent over taking my cock they are different. Lily tried to control me, control the sex, but I expected that. My mysterious woman surprised me by giving herself to me one hundred percent from the beginning. I’m attracted to both, though, their differences vast and almost equally attractive. Almost. I smooth back my hair and straighten out my collar.
“I’m so glad we adjusted our schedules to meet today,” she says cooly like we didn’t just share such an intimate act. When she looks down at the tiny sliver of a watch that dangles from her wrist, I realize this was probably a one-time deal, like my mysterious woman whose name I will never know and will probably never see again. My heart sinks. I wasn’t expecting to feel anything. Lily doesn’t need me to hold her hand or walk her to the door. She needs her phone back in her hand or on her ear, and less of me.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say, knowing full well she’s done. I don’t mind. I need a shower and a break. My thoughts retreat to the pack of cigarettes on my kitchen table and I’m already trying to justify smoking one again. I did just smoke, but technically it wasn’t mine, so I don’t count it. Not because I’m stressed, but because I just had sex with two beautiful, very different women. I should celebrate. Lily places a small kiss on the corner of my mouth, as she would a distant relative or superficial lunch date. I almost roll my eyes.
“I’ll call you,” she says. I smile down at her. We both know she won�
�t any time soon. Today was a much needed hookup for both of us. Our sexual build-up was fantastic and the finale was amazing. Now we are starting back at ground zero.
“Okay. Don’t work too late or too hard.” I follow her, neither one of us bothering to sneak out. Surprisingly, we aren’t caught by security and leave the museum together. I walk her to her car and make small talk. I tell her I plan on relaxing tonight because I have court tomorrow, she tells me she has about another four hours of work. I notice Red Bull cans in the front passenger seat of her nondescript sedan, along with fast food wrappers and manila folders I hope aren’t case files. Her car is an easy target and we live in the city.
“Thank you again, Emery.”
“I’m glad we had today.” I drop a quick kiss on her thin lips and head to my car. She waves as she drives off. I know she’s already on the phone, business as usual.
I slip into my car, happy and also confused by my afternoon. It’s a fantasy come true, but I wasn’t expecting the emptiness that’s in my heart. The real Lily was everything I expected, only colder. My mysterious woman was everything I wanted, only warmer. She is somebody I would love to see again and I don’t have a clue who she is or how to find her.
Chapter Five
“Emery, over here.” Carl is already inside the courthouse, coffee in one hand, a danish in the other. At least it’s not a donut. He motions for me to sit next to him, but I shake my head.
“Carl, I’m going to be sitting on my ass for the next God only knows how many hours. I’m going to stand until we have to go inside for sure.” I shove my hands in my pockets and fiddle with my car keys. I purposely pull the front of my blue uniform slacks tight, remembering the look of yearning my mysterious woman gave me at seeing the outline of my cock. The memory gives my ego a nice boost.
