At place Saint-Germain-des-Près, she called out, “End of the line!” The woman ran gloved fingers over the dashboard. Elvira reached out to open the door for her and her arm brushed against the woman’s breasts. Both were wearing the same perfume, L’Instant Magic by Guerlain.
“Be seeing you soon,” said the woman, peering through the window with a little wave of her hand.
Elvira bought fresh bread, rice, artichokes and fruit at the supermarket. As she turned her key in the lock of her apartment door, she saw the unknown woman again, ensconced in her hallway. Her smile looked as if it were painted on sticking plaster.
“I left my gloves in your car.”
The witch has probably bribed the garage attendant to get my address. Elvira suddenly had the feeling she’d seen her somewhere before. In New York, probably… A shiver ran down her spine. Was her stormy past pursuing her to her very door? She was overcome by a burst of paranoia, like one of those attacks recovered junkies sometimes experience. What if this woman’s been paid to investigate me, do me an injury, kill me? If she was merely prying into Elvira’s present means of subsistence, an expertly applied arm lock should be dissuasive enough: she would escort her out of the building by force. The woman patted her shoulder.
“Doctor Goult’s treatment has made me thirsty. Can I have a glass of water?”
Already the clever little vixen had slipped into the kitchen. Elvira turned on the tap and filled two glasses to the brim. She handed one to the woman who took a few sips, pasted on another artificial smile and began questioning her again.
“Did you have our friend the dermatologist touch up your face?”
“A shot of Botox in the bunny lines. And you?”
The woman stood looking around the room and seemed not to have heard the question. Elvira took a sip of water, drew a deep breath and took another sip, gripping the glass, ready to pounce. A Saint Andrew’s cross was propped against the living room wall. The woman gazed at it with empty eyes. Two perforated leather straps with metal buckles hung from the cross-ends. The woman balanced her glass on the edge of the sink and undid one of the mother-of-pearl buttons on her blouse. She fanned her throat with her hand. The trembling silk clung to her full, round breasts. Is Doctor Goult responsible for that perfect pair of tits? Like Elvira, she wore no bra. Her face took on a touch of humanity, a tint of old-fashioned pink, like Japanese greasepaint. The woman came up to Elvira, took her hands and pressed them to her own breasts. Elvira finished unbuttoning the light blue silk blouse and tugged at the cloth, freeing the last button from a fold in the skirt.
She bunched the woman’s breasts together and pressed them to the sternum. The woman moaned. Elvira stroked her cheek. Next, she pulled off her own sweater and dropped it on the rug. The woman gazed at Elvira’s bare bosom and murmured:
“I took a long time choosing between New York and Paris.”
“I’m happy to hear you say it. So did I. And I’m glad I made the choice I did. New Yorkers are impossible people, especially the women.”
Elvira’s voice was no longer the same. It had become sharp, authoritarian. She dug her nails into the porcelain skin leaving pink streaks on the woman’s arm, then between the two breasts which were back in place now, tips slanting toward the armpits. Throwing her weight against the other woman’s pelvis, she backed her toward the wall. Step by step, the American retreated toward the cross, quite unruffled. To make it easier for the dominatrix, she raised one arm, hand hanging limp. Elvira attached her wrist to the cross, passing the prong of the buckle through the third and last hole in the strap. The woman held up her other arm. Her head was bowed. In her rolled-up eyes, the white of the iris had supplanted the bright brown of the pupils. Their faces were almost touching. The woman looked straight at her. In her eyes, there was no trace of fear, she did not so much as blink. Arrogant bitch! They locked gazes, with the American squinting. Words fell from her lips without a twitch of her facial muscles: “I’ve just come back from a trip to Peru. Machu Picchu… Have you ever been there?”
Elvira twisted her ear with wiry fingers.
“No, I’ve never been up to Machu Picchu.”
She gripped both the woman’s nipples and twisted them clockwise. Then she dug her nails into them. The woman’s gaze began to waver. A shudder ran though her shoulders. There were creases on either side of her mouth. Her lower lip hung loose and moist. Elvira bit hard into the limp bit of flesh, meanwhile pinching her again and again, at regular intervals. Then she relaxed the pressure but left her nails where they were. The woman rose on tiptoes as if to recoil from another pinch. Elvira rubbed her hands together and without a word, slapped her twice. That did it, I’m wet as any slut! A lock of dark hair danced in front of the foreigner’s pale face. The bun was slowly coming apart, the locks of hair like snakes coming to life. Elvira seized one of the barrettes that slipped over the ear and brandished it threateningly before the woman’s eyes.
“How long have you been spying on me?”
“I don’t understand,” the woman said, exaggerating her American accent, and then sucked her lower lip
What an actress, she’s doing all she can to excite me! Elvira cheeks were burning. She dropped the barrette and pressed her sex against the American’s thigh; the other woman’s body was jutting forward like a ship’s figurehead. As she rubbed her cunt up and down on her visitor’s firm flesh, cum flowed in little spurts down her own thighs. She ran her hands over the woman’s hips, feeling for the skirt zipper. She jerked it open and pulled the skirt down around the knees. The woman wriggled.
“A skirt around the knees isn’t very stylish.”
Elvira laughed sadistically. She caught hold of lips that still bore traces of purplish lipstick in spite of all the sucking and nibbled on them. They had the sickly sweet taste of tinned litchi nuts. Now and then, she would stand back and chortle with glee. The American looked her straight in the eye. I’m going to teach this one a lesson.
Elvira seized her panties with two fingers, seamless Lycra panties, cut low over the flat hips, violet like the shoes and bag. Her own panties were twisted up inside her vulva and each of her moves deepened her excitement. She pulled the Lycra away from the woman’s white skin and slipped her hand inside. Her fingers moved downward one after the other, the way one imitates the footsteps of an imaginary character in a story told to a child. For the first time, the woman’s eyelids fluttered. She tried to fend off Elvira with her tongue, gluttonously licking her cheeks and nose. Elvira’s index finger entered the plucked slit, followed by the middle finger. Her left hand pulled the skirt down farther, leaving it crumpled around the woman’s calves. She inserted three crooked fingers and pushed upward. With each to and fro, her wrist rubbed against the woman’s bare belly. Another finger entered the gaping vagina, then the thumb and finally the whole hand. Elvira’s torso was pressed against the woman’s bosom. The woman gave a cough, not a real cough but an imitation meant to contract the belly and eject the churning fist inside her, but it was no use.
Elvira leaned forward, took one of the breasts in her mouth and began sucking on it vigorously. She moved her head back and forth, mouth wider and wider till it touched the rib cage, engulfing the whole apple of flesh. The woman’s closed eyelids quivered. Drops of saliva dribbled from her mouth. She moaned in time to Elvira’s fist and mouth and came with a long scream, neck stretched, eyes suddenly open and staring at the ceiling beams. Elvira sighed.
“In my study, there is a plane ticket to Lima. I just purchased a week’s excursion up to Machu Picchu. How could you know about that?”
Lips pursed as if to keep from replying, the woman rattled her wrists in their straps. Elvira released her and closed the light blue silk blouse. The woman pulled up her panties and skirt, picked up the jacket and pocketbook she had laid on a kitchen stool and left. Elvira snatched up the phone and called Dr. Goult.
“What was the name of the American woman I saw in your waiting room as I left your office?”
“About my age, dark brown hair, with violet shoes and matching handbag.”
But the dermatologist had seen no American patient that day. Elvira put her hand over her pounding heart, took a deep breath, jumped up and hurried down to the third level of the garage beneath her building. She opened the door of the Mercedes and searched the passenger’s seat and the dashboard compartment. No gloves. Yet she distinctly remembered the woman wearing them when she got into the car. The attendant had given out no information about the person renting space #353. Nor had he seen a brunette in a tweed suit.
The next day, when Elvira described the incident to her analyst, he told her to stop being so hard on herself.
THE KITCHEN LIGHT
Nicole Wolfe
She hadn’t expected to get a face full of tits in the lighting section of Home Depot.
Kate had been walking backward down one of the aisles and looking up at the numerous lights. She had no idea which one she wanted or where to begin finding a particular model. She could hear one of the store employees talking behind her and figured she might as well ask for help
She turned around just as the employee turned around. Kate ran freckled nose-first into the woman’s chest. Kate, at five foot one, got the worst of it as this other woman’s breasts, wrapped in a ribbed cotton shirt, smacked into her face. Both women jumped back.
“Sorry!” A tall, strong tomboy of a woman with mocha brown hair laughed as she rubbed her breastbone. Her name tag read HALLIE. “Can I help you?”
Kate rubbed her nose. “Sorry. Yes. I’m looking for a kitchen light. I need one over my sink.”
Hallie held out her strong arms and tilted her head back. “Just let me know which one you want.” Hallie brought her gaze down to meet Kate’s. “And I’ll pluck it off the shelf for you.”
Oh, my god, Kate thought. Is this woman hitting on me?
Heat plummeted from Kate’s face to her toes and made her cotton summer dress itchy. She rubbed at the back of her neck and flapped the front of her dress a couple times.
Hallie smiled. “Yeah, it gets hot back here. It’s all the lights. Maybe.”
Kate pointed up to a simple light with an opaque shade and tried to avoid Hallie’s gaze. “I think I’ll take that one.”
“Are you all right?” Hallie asked as she pulled the box containing Kate’s light off a nearby shelf.
“Yes. I’m just hot, that’s all.” Kate thought she noticed a smirk run across Hallie’s face.
The other woman held out the box. “Do you want me to install this for you? I can come over to your house and do it. No charge. Would you like that?”
Kate squirmed. “I don’t know.”
“It’s no trouble. I could come by tomorrow. I’m not doing anything.”
Kate bit her bottom lip. Her weight shifted back and forth on her feet. “I’m not so sure that I—”
Hallie brushed a lock of Kate’s hair away from her face. Kate’s hand rushed up to her chest and clutched at her dress. Hallie pushed her hand away and Kate’s feet almost left the floor as the strong woman yanked her in for a full-mouth kiss. Kate’s eyes widened with surprise as Hallie’s tongue tickled across her upper lip and coaxed Kate’s into coming out for a quick tussle.
Hallie broke the kiss, but held Kate close to her by pinching one of her nipples through her dress. “Leave the light, your address, and the receipt with customer service. I’ll come by tomorrow around one. Is that okay?”
Kate was frozen in place, her eyes still locked on Hallie’s.
“I’ll be there at one,” Hallie said, pinching Kate’s nipple harder. “You’ll be waiting for me. You’ll be ready for me. Right?”
“Yes.”
Hallie released her grip and turned away. “See you then, ma’am.”
Kate felt a million pinpricks rush over her body. Her knees buckled and she caught herself on the edge of a shelf.
Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes?
She shook as she left her information at the customer service desk. She assured the young man there that she didn’t need any help, and then ran for her car.
My god, that woman’s going to be in my home! What am I going to do? She’s going to…she’s going to think I want sex from her and I don’t! I was just confused and she…she took advantage of me! She’s going to come over with that light and want to put her hands all over me and kiss me and touch me and oh, shit, what am I doing?
Her free hand had pulled the summer dress up past her thighs by the time she reached the first stoplight. She remembered the feel of Hallie’s shirt on her face. She remembered the other woman’s smell. Kate remembered Hallie’s knuckles pinching her nipple. Her own hand crawled into her white panties and she yelped as she pinched her wet clit at the intersection of Twelfth and Andrews in broad daylight. Her thighs clamped onto her hand and wouldn’t let go until she was through the stoplight and two blocks away.
She looked around outside the car. She was alone in traffic. She brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean. She sped home. The summer dress was off and tossed to the floor before she was through the living room. The vibrator was in her slippery, open cunt within moments of her digging it out from the bedside nightstand. She came three times that night.
Kate had the house clean by ten thirty the next morning. She put extra care into the kitchen and went over it with a careful eye many times. After trying on four different outfits, she settled on another simple summer dress. She paced a well-worn trail all over the house. The television provided no distraction. She sat with one leg draped over an arm of the plush living room chair and fucked herself silly until five minutes to one.
One o’clock came and went. Her heartbeat began to drop to its regular rhythm. Ten minutes passed, and she smiled.
She’s not coming.
She got up and went for a glass of water.
The doorbell rang as she brought the water to her lips. She forced her trembling hand to put the glass down before she dropped it. She took a step toward the door and stopped.
I could pretend I’m not home.
The doorbell rang again.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. Hallie leaned on her forearm in the doorway, dressed much like she had been the day before. She smiled and blew a big, pink bubble of gum from her mouth. She held a shiny red toolbox in her other hand. The bubble popped, making Kate jump.
“Hi there,” Hallie said.
“The kitchen is right in here,” Kate said without looking at her. She turned away and led her across the living room. She had the boxed light on the counter and had brought the stepladder from the broom closet.
“Where do you want it?” Hallie asked while unfolding the stepladder.
“Right above the sink is fine. There’s already a hole there from the old one I took out.”
“It shouldn’t be a problem.” Hallie walked up the first two steps and examined the wiring. She looked down at Kate, who stood like a girl brought into the principal’s office. “I’ll come get you when it’s done.” She pointed to the living room. “Go. Sit.”
Kate went into the living room to sit down before her knees shook any more.
Hallie flipped the light switch up and down a half hour later. “All done. Come here and try it out.”
Kate walked into the kitchen and turned the light on and off, then smiled at the new cone of light beaming down onto her kitchen sink, and then felt Hallie’s breasts pressing into her back and her breath on her ear. She turned around to face Hallie, bracing herself on the edge of the sink.
“When I said, ‘come here and try it out,’ that’s not what I meant,” Hallie told her, and then bent down and kissed Kate’s quivering mouth. Kate gasped and tried to step back, but she was trapped between Hallie’s strong body and the kitchen sink. She slipped left and right but was caught in Hallie’s arms. Another kiss landed upon her whimpering mou
th, then another.
Hallie grabbed her by the hair and held her in place as her kisses moved to her neck. She pulled Kate’s head back, making Kate grunt and clutch at Hallie’s strong waist.
“How ’bout you suck my tits?” Hallie said as she used her free hand to hike up her cotton shirt. Kate’s eyes flamed with desire as she saw Hallie’s tanned breasts for the first time. She didn’t need much encouragement, but Hallie pulled her into her chest. Kate sucked and licked as Hallie dragged her face back and forth between her tits.
“Bite ’em,” Hallie said, and Kate obeyed. She held a nipple between her front teeth as Hallie pulled her head away a bit to stretch her nipple out before she pulled her back in for more slurping and sucking.
Hallie slipped two of her fingers, sticky and sweet with musky syrup, into Kate’s mouth. Kate groaned and sucked at them.
“You like that? You like tasting my pussy?” Hallie asked. “Maybe I’ll let you eat my fucking cunt in a little bit, but first take off that dress.”
Kate gulped for breath. Her gaze was hazy.
Hallie grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. “I said take off that fucking dress.” She cracked Kate with a hard spank. Kate yelped and pulled the summer dress over her head and let it drop to the floor.
“Now that’s a sweet ass,” Hallie said, and then leveled another slap onto Kate’s backside, making her scream and clutch the edge of the sink with white-knuckled fingers. Hallie’s fingers rubbed over Kate’s seam and tickled inside her wet hole. “And a wet pussy, too. Real fuckin’ wet. I bet you were thinking about my fingers in your cunt all night, weren’t you? Weren’t you?”
Kate managed a half-spoken, half-groaned “Yes” and grunted when Hallie plunged two of her fingers into her cunt. Kate pushed back onto Hallie’s hand and clutched at her breasts. Hallie’s wet fingers slipped out and up to Kate’s asshole, smearing Kate’s come over it. She wanted to beg for something in there, but she didn’t need to bother. Hallie’s wet thumb popped in without trouble, and soon her four other fingers were back in Kate’s cunt.
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