“Hey!” Angela cried as the buzzing against her clit slowed to a medium hum.
“You weren’t paying attention to me. That’s what you get.” Anderson said. His eyes looked like they had been forged from steel, and yet they were still gentle in a way.
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”
“About what?” He asked.
“Maxine.” She lied.
Anderson nodded. She could tell that he knew she was lying by the way one corner of his mouth tilted up as his head moved with the nodding motion. She hated lying to him, but this wasn’t the time or the place to tell him about her desires.
The waiter came by their table to take their drink order. Angela had never been to a restaurant where the wait staff wore black suits the covered pristine white shirts. Anderson ordered a bottle of wine that was foreign to Angela.
The light from the candle on the center of the table flickered against Anderson’s eyes, making them shine. With each flash of light, Angela could see the playful glint in his eye. Angela could tell that there was something rolling around inside Anderson’s mind. He was thinking of something, but his facial expression gave no indication of what might be going on inside his mind. He just wore a pleasant, easy expression. His lips were curled into a smile that he seemed to be trying to conceal, and his eyes were wrinkled at the corners.
The thrum inside her wet pussy shot up from a hum that was low and gentle to a strong vibration that made her muscles clench the moment it shot up. Angela couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped her lips.
The waiter came back to their table holding a bottle of wine. The bottle seemed black in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The blackness of the bottle was split in half by a dark green label that was accented by cursive words that were written in a recessed gold font. The words shimmered in the flickers of the candle light.
The waiter placed the wine into a metal bucket full of ice and rolled it back and forth between his palms, making the ice clink against the bottle and the metal bucket. The entire time the waiter stood next to their table, Anderson kept playing with the controls. He had it set at a sort of wave pattern. The intensity would slowly rise until it was at full-force. It would stay at that intensity for a few moments and then it would begin to decrease, leaving her wishing the sensation wouldn’t leave her clit.
After the waiter left their table, Anderson reached for the bottle and pulled it out of the bucket. Ice cascaded off the glass surface of the bottle and made a tinkling sound as they filled in the space where the bottle had been just seconds before.
He lifted the bottle and poured himself a glass. He asked Angela to lift her glass so that he could pour the sweet wine into her glass. With the vibration thrumming inside her body, she was unable to hold the glass still. Instead, her hand shook uncontrollably. The impact of the glass against the bottle made a distinct clinking sound. Anderson had a mischievous smile, knowing exactly the effect he was having on Angela.
Chapter Four
Redemption
As soon as Pat closed the door of the Rolls Royce, Angela lifted her skirt and pulled down her silky panties. She could see that Anderson had not lost his erection from the car ride earlier. It could have been the control he had held over her body as well as her mind, or it could have been the anticipation of the ride home. Angela wasn’t sure what had caused it, but she honestly didn’t care. She had been fantasizing about getting on his cock the second they got back into the car.
Now that her panties were laying on the floor of the car, she focused her attention on Anderson. She slowly undid the various fastenings of his slacks. The fabric felt smooth and expensive as she slid her palms across the slick fabric. She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband and pulled them until they were lying in a crumpled pile on the floor of the car.
Her mouth was instantly wrapped around the tip of his thick cock. As she pushed her head down until her nose touched the skin that covered his pubic mound. She sucked hard; it was as if she were trying to milk his cock with her mouth. She had a quick, easy rhythm with her sucks. She took turns focusing on the head and the base. At first, she would suck the tip of his cock until her lips wrapped around the shaft, making him utter a loud moan. Then she would press her head down onto the base of his cock, taking him into her mouth until the entire length of his cock was inside her lips and the tip was down the back of her throat.
Anderson entangled his fingers inside Angela’s dark hair. She could feel his tight grip that pulled her hair, sending a slightly painful sensation radiating through her nerves. The pain only served to arouse her more. Anderson pushed her head down and then pulled it back up so that her lips were soft against the tip.
Without warning, Angela rose from the carpet. Her knees found the leather of the seat as she straddled Anderson’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as she teased his cock with her pussy. Her fingers traced his muscles as she worked her way down his chest and abdomen. When her hand found the swell of his cock, she wrapped her fingers around the tool and rubbed the tip across her wet slit.
Anderson looked at her with pleading eyes. It was as if the tables had turned. He was the one begging for an orgasm. When Angela felt that they had both had enough teasing, she held his cock still and slammed herself down onto his cock. Their moans resonated in unison. Anderson turned the vibrator to a medium speed and kept it inside her.
Angela held onto Anderson’s shoulders as she rose and fell on Anderson’s stiff erection. She felt him stretching the walls of her pussy and hitting her cervix with each movement. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and heard a low moan escape his lips. She kissed him in the middle of his moan, silencing him.
She enjoyed being in control for the time she had the power, but it was short-lived. Anderson took control of her body as he lifted her and say her down on the seat next to him.
“Lay down.” He commanded.
Angela did as he said. She laid against the cold leather of the seat and spread her legs wide open with the vibrator that started in her pussy and wrapped to her clit still firmly in place. Anderson wasted no time inserting himself into her soaking wet orifice.
“You were a very good girl during dinner, so I’m going to change the rules a little bit. I’m going to let you cum.”
With that, he began to fuck Angela like she had never been fucked before. It felt like there was a deep-seated hunger inside him that could not be satiated until he shot him semen inside her. His hands felt hot against her skin as he held her thighs to his chest, opening her up even more.
Angela started to feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm welling up inside her. It felt like a warm wave that started in her toes and flew through every nerve, making their synapses fire rapidly. She felt that she wouldn’t be able to hold back the orgasm that had been building inside her body for hours. She longed to feel the orgasm take control of her mind and her body, to feel as if she were floating on a loud of bliss for a few moments.
Anderson gave her a few more thrusts that were strong, forceful, and was enough to send Angela spiraling into the oblivion of the most intense orgasm she had felt thus far in her life. The orgasm completely consumed her, making her incapable of thought or focusing on anything but the waves of pleasure full sensations that were rolling through her body.
It seemed that sending Angela over the edge was just enough to bring Anderson to orgasm as well. Angela felt as the hot liquid filled her orifice. Anderson’s eyes rolled to the top of his eyelids, making it apparent that he was feeling the same sensations that Angela had felt moments before. She could feel his thighs tremble against her own.
Anderson leaned down and kissed Angela lightly. He laughed and kissed her again. She felt his hand travel up her body, tickling her skin in the process. Anderson ran his fingers through Angela’s silky hair. Angela’s eyes closed as she enjoyed the gentle sensation. She felt more content and happy than she ever had before. Even with Mark, there had always been someth
ing missing. She could never figure out exactly what was lacking, but it was undeniable that there was something missing.
With Anderson, she had never felt that anything was missing. Their sex was incredible, he treated her like a lady in the streets and his personal slut in the sheets. He was very kind and generous toward her. He treated her like she was the only woman in the world, let alone in the room.
Chapter Five
Girl Talk
Angela sat down on the couch. The velvety fabric felt nice against the parts of her legs that weren’t covered by her denim shorts. Maxine held her arm out and offered Angela the bowl of popcorn. She indulged and took a large handful of the fluffy popped kernels that were slathered with butter. As she ate them, they melted on her tongue with a slightly salty tang.
On the television was a movie about a woman who had been locked in an insane asylum against her will. It was on one of those women’s entertainment channels. The girls were only paying half attention to the melodrama, however. The topic of conversation was how Angela felt about Anderson, and about Mark.
“I don’t know, Maxine. They really are great men.”
“Except one is your ex. Ex’s are ex’s for a reason, Angela.”
“I know, but he feels different somehow.”
“Does he really, or do you just want him to be different this time?”
Angela had no answer. She was stunned by the truth that her friend may have revealed. It was as if Maxine had stumbled onto a part of Angela’s mind that she hadn’t been aware existed. Her words went right to her soul.
“I wish I had an answer, Maxine. I really do.”
“I think you do know. I think you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. I think you know that you need to stop seeing Mark. You have a really good thing going with Anderson. Why not throw out the old and welcome the new? I know that’s what is holding you back from fully committing to him.”
“I don’t know, Maxine. I really do like Anderson, but I can’t shake the feeling that there might still be something there with Mark.”
“That’s your choice; I can’t make it for you,” Maxine said quietly, “Pass the popcorn, please.”
Angela moved the bowl closer to Maxine. She had to admit that she had been clutching the bowl of popcorn like she was somewhat of a popcorn hoarder. Maxine was her best friend, and she knew that she was only looking out for Angela. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel that she was trying to force Angela into making a decision that she wasn’t sure she wanted to make.
She couldn’t deny that there was at least a little bit of truth in what Maxine had said. It could be entirely possible that Mark truly was holding her back from fully committing to Anderson. She didn’t hold back sexually, but she had to admit to herself that she was actually holding out emotionally. She wanted to have Anderson in every way possible, and she was pretty certain that he felt exactly the same way.
Angela trusted Maxine more than she trusted herself at times, but it was hard to trust her about whether or not she should give up on Mark. Mark hadn’t been the worst boyfriend, but he definitely wasn’t the best either. Sure, she felt strongly for Anderson, but she also had some remaining feelings for Mark.
It was glaringly apparent to her that soon she would have to make a decision about which man she would choose, and she would have to choose soon. It wasn’t fair to the men to keep them in limbo like they were at that moment. Mark was lingering in her heart, and Anderson was quickly forging his way into her heart and her mind.
“How are you feeling?” Angela asked Maxine.
“I’m really feeling a lot better. I’m still not completely better, but the doctors say I have nothing to worry about and I am on my way to a complete and full recovery.”
“That’s good! I’m glad to hear that.”
“Well, I am too, but I just can’t shake the feeling that they’re either lying to me or they’re wrong.”
“Why?”
“I’m really not sure, Angela. I just feel like the sickness is hibernating, like it isn’t really gone.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“I really hope so, Angela. I really do.” Maxine said with tears beginning to well behind her eyes.
Angela’s heart felt that it was in the grip of a very strong clamp. She could tell how worried Maxine was about her illness returning. Her worry inspired worry in Angela. She wondered what would happen if Maxine fell ill again. She wasn’t sure if she could really handle that again. She had been so worried about her friend when she was sick before, and she knew that it would only be magnified if she fell sick once again.
She tried to put the worry out of her mind and enjoy the time she had with Maxine. It wasn’t often that they were able to just have a girls’ night in and watch television and eat fattening foods together. They were both very busy women, and it could be hard to make time for each other. She made a promise to herself right there in that moment that she would make a decision about the men in her life, and she would spend a lot more time with Maxine.
“Well, I have to get going.” Maxine said.
“Oh, so soon? Come on, stay a little longer.”
“I really can’t! I’ve got to go home and start dinner.”
“Oh, alright. Just leave me to stew in my misery.”
“What misery? You seem pretty happy to me.”
“I’m miserable because I want Chinese food for dinner, but I don’t like any places that deliver. Leaving my apartment is completely out of the question. The couch has accepted me as one of its own and I just can’t betray that trust right now.”
Maxine threw a pillow at Angela. They both stood up from the couch and walked toward the door. They shared an embrace that was more than just a hug. It seemed that both of the girls were holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping them both alive. Angela kissed her friend on the cheek and told her that she loved her. Maxine pulled away and took Angela’s hand. She squeezed it gently, and walked out of the open door.
Chapter Six
Plans
Angela heard the tell-tale sound of the upbeat music radiating from the drawer of her desk. She slid the door open and pulled out her cellphone. She smiled when she saw that it was Anderson calling her.
“Hello?”
“Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?”
“I’m just working. What are you doing, flying around the world?”
“No, no, no,” Anderson laughed, “certainly not flying anywhere. I’m sitting in my office being buried by a stack of papers and thinking about this amazing, beautiful, sexy woman I’ve been seeing.”
“Who is she? I’ll fight her.” Angela said. She was playing coy; she knew that Anderson was talking about her.
“Woah there, tiger. She’s you,” Anderson laughed, "here’s the reason I called: what are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m just working.”
“Not anymore. I have already spoken with Frank and he is going to give you paid time off tomorrow. He is really impressed with you, Angela.”
“He’s given me time off? Why?”
“Because I asked.”
“Well, what are we going to do?”
“I thought we could have a date with our clothes on for once. I’m going to pick you up at 9 in the morning, and then the rest of the day will be a complete surprise.”
“That does sound nice. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you, though.”
“We can always make up for lost time after the date.”
“That’s true. Oh, Anderson, I have to go. My work phone is ringing and I really have to answer it.”
“That’s why Frank loves you! I understand, doll. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Anderson hung up the phone, and Angela answered her. It was a boring business call. A client wanted to ask her if they had received her fax of an inconsequential document, that they really didn’t need.
The moment she hung up the phone, her mind instantly be
gan churning the conversation and dissecting it into little tiny parts. She was sure that Anderson had something in his mind, and that it would be something to remember. He had said that he wanted to have a date with her with their clothes still on their bodies.
She had really been wanting to get to know Anderson on a deeper level, and she guessed that he felt the same. She had gotten to know Anderson’s body more than his mind, and she really wanted to know more about him. Whatever Anderson had in mind for her, she knew she would enjoy. He was a billionaire, after all.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on; her mind was consumed by Anderson and his plan for the next day. Every time she faxed a paper or answered her phone, she did it with only half of her mind. Sure, she made a few mistakes, but nothing anyone would notice. She corrected her errors quickly. The rest of her wandered to what the next day would bring.
She imagined them going to a different city than where they lived. She could almost smell the salty air that would blow against her skin and through her hair. The restaurant would have a pot-bellied man singing sweet, gentle music in thick Italian language.
Of course, that was only her dream. She knew that what Anderson had planned would probably not be quite as lavish as her imagination, but it probably wasn’t far off. She knew that the next day would be full of fun and excitement.
Later that night, Angela climbed into her bed. The foam mattress cupped her body and made her feel cradled. Her dark blue satin sheets felt luxurious against her tanned skin. Her pillow only added to her comfort. She wasn’t sure that she had ever felt more comfortable in all of her life. As she burrowed into her nest of sheets and blankets, she thought that only one thing would make her more comfortable.
She wanted Anderson in bed next to her. She wanted to feel his strong arms wrapped tightly around her chest. She didn’t necessarily want him in a sexual way (not that she would mind that), but instead she just longed to feel him next to her. She wanted Anderson in every way possible. She wanted him to take control of her body and her mind; she wanted him to take all of her and leave her completely speechless.
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