Hidden Desires

by Laurie Ames

  Chapter Four

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  The Grand Slam hotel was incredible. The hotel had magnificent character and design, but it wasn’t anything Ellen hadn’t seen before, growing up in wealth had ensured that she had seen the very best of everything. Several people passed her and threw appreciative looks at her and her date. She couldn’t remember his name-- he was exquisite, from the tailored suit to his tall muscular physique, he looked like every woman’s dream…every woman’s boring dream!

  God, she was bored to tears! So bored that she had started looking around for anything remotely interesting to keep her awake.

  “Your mother tells me you are a princess,” he said. Even his voice was dull as dishwater! How was that possible? She smiled and nodded, she prided herself on being a lady.

  Thirty more minutes. She told herself, thirty minutes and I’m out of here.

  A loud cheer came from a table at the other end of the hotel. Ellen looked up to see someone blowing candles from a cake. A birthday? She looked on interested. The party of four was five tables away and partially hidden from view, but right now they were more entertaining than this mannequin that was seated before her.

  “You girls, aww. Thanks. You didn’t have to do this.” The voice of the celebrant carried over to her, sounding very familiar.

  Ellen stretched up to look closer, then stopped and ducked down. That voice…its Molly Parker…her new employee! Electricity began to stir at her core. What was wrong with her? She had never felt this way before. She could feel the silky fabric of her panties bunching tight against her pussy, gently tickling her aroused labia. Earlier when they had their first meeting, not looking at Molly was the only way she could stop herself from leaping across the table and assaulting the young woman with the hot body. She had a certain look about her, from the well-manicured nails to her perfectly threaded eyebrows. She looked very neat, like a girl that loved to spend time taking care of herself. The pouty lips and high cheek bones that framed those gorgeous blue eyes told her that she wouldn’t mind getting down and dirty.

  Molly had on the silliest birthday hat she’d ever seen, a plain white blouse and faded blue jeans but for some reason she couldn’t stop staring. Her lean frame rocked back with laughter when someone in her group made a comment. She looked on, there were three guys and one other girl, the girl holding Molly’s hand like her life depended on it. Girlfriend? Huh. She would have thought that Molly would be at home getting her work presentation ready for tomorrow.

  “What’s up? Are you okay?” Ellen’s date asked.

  “Yes, why?”

  “You just looked a bit… well… kind of distant and upset a minute ago.”

  Suddenly she wasn’t so amused anymore. She checked her watch, 25 more minutes! To hell with it. “Yea, upset stomach,” She lied. “It was lovely meeting you my dear,” she said, unable to remember his name. “Say hi to your grandmother for me.” She kissed the guy on his cheek and then walked out. She needed to be home anyways, lots of work to do. After all it was still a Monday.

  She had walked to the Grand Slam because it was so close to her penthouse and she had needed the fresh air, so there was no car to collect from the valet. She was at the back of the building by now, the streets were dark save only for a few streetlights ahead. She heard the shuffling of feet and voices behind her.

  Hey! There’s that familiar voice again! She stopped abruptly and turned around, suddenly bumping into Molly. She had been following so closely that they were now face to face. Molly’s breath reeked of alcohol.

  "Sorry," Ellen said, while looking at Molly like a deer in the headlights.

  Molly just smiled sheepishly at her, as she waved her friends off goodnight.

  But Ellen couldn’t help becoming suddenly aroused. What is this attraction she’s feeling? Is Molly drunk? How drunk is she? Is this how she spends her Monday nights?

  “I saw you with your date earlier, he’s very handsome,” said Molly finally breaking the silence.

  “He’s not my type.” Ellen said quickly. Too quickly. Oh god, why had she said that? Oh no. What if Molly had read the subtle innuendo in that statement. She needed to change the train of thought, fill the sudden silence that had elapsed between them. “Happy Birthday!” Ellen said. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so self-conscious, but she did. She ran her long lean fingers through her blond hair.

  At first, Molly didn't respond, she just stared at her with a strange expression on her face. Suddenly she grabbed Ellen’s hand and pulled her a bit away from the street. They were shadowed by a tall building, and it provided a sense of false privacy.

  “I noticed the way you were looking at me today,” said Molly with a smirk.

  “I beg your pardon?” Ellen replied, her eyes resting on Molly’s gorgeous plump lips. Before she knew what was happening, Molly leaned in and lightly grazed her lips. She tasted like wine. Sweet aged wine. She had been wondering what kissing Molly would feel like and had expected her to be tender because of her gentle frame. She was happily wrong. The kiss became a full ambush on her lips of taking, sucking and biting that brought emotions raging to the surface. She leaned in accepting the full force of the kisses, her surroundings totally forgotten. She was drifting into uncharted territory, one where her compass was aimlessly spinning, confused by an abnormal magnetic field. All that existed was this right now, and she wanted more.

  Molly began exploring her slim waist, as she pulled her even closer. Ellen was amazed by the powerful fluttering she felt in her belly. A small part of her expected Molly would stop at any moment. Instead, she tilted her hips slightly and pressed her mid-section into her with a fluid grinding motion. Someone was happy to see her. Molly nibbled lightly on her lower lips before tracing her lips down, kissing her chin and her neck. Her hands were doing a whole different kind of magic on their own moving around Ellen’s body with purpose. Then they went low, then lower. Ellen’s abdomen muscle flinched, waiting with anticipation for what came next. Oh god, she's pushing up my skirt and pulling down my lace black panties! She didn't know if it was the fact that they were in public that made it more risqué, but it felt delicious to be free from the confines of her panties. She held her breath and closed her eyes when Molly’s fingers touched the edge of her pubic mound. She froze momentarily.

  “Are you kidding me, practically right here in public?” asked Ellen with a look of astonishment.

  "I have wanted to do this from the moment I saw you,” said Molly, whispering the words between her lips, taking Ellen’s tongue into her mouth and sucking it hard. “Why not right here, enjoy the moment.”

  Her fingers reached down lower, stroking the contours of her nether lips, taking in the heat radiating from her. Ellen gasped as Molly’s fingers then passed her sensitive inner lips. She explored tantalizingly slow, for as long as she could. She wanted to make Ellen gasp repeatedly.

  "You like that, don't you?" Molly’s voice echoed in her head as she rubbed her fingers around her moist slit.

  “Hmmmm, that’s starting to feel too good, please don't stop,” begged Ellen. “Don't ever stop. It's been so long since I've been touched like that. Oh my god, I'm so wet for you. Please keep doing that.” She desperately wanted more, her heat and wetness urging Molly on.

  Molly slowly inserted her fingers, first one, then two. She started fucking her with her fingers, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace to match her growing excitement. Ellen moaned out loudly and pushed back on her fingers. Molly’s fingers coordinated their actions like a well-oiled machine, with all the desired consequences. Ellen met her movements with her hips, all the while still standing steadily in place. Ellen began to pant wildly as they were speeding towards an earth-shattering conclusion.

  Suddenly Ellen held herself back. They were in public for Christ sake! Get it together she told himself. This was wrong, she shouldn’t be doing this with an employee, she had seen enough office romance turn sour to know never go there. But this felt so good
. Why did this feel so good? She needed to stop, what would business associates think? What would her Mom think?

  “No. We shouldn't be doing this.” She needed to regain herself, she tried to pull away, but Molly just pulled her closer.

  "Why not?" She asked. "I know you like it.”

  I know you like it? God! How wrong she was, she loved it! She was going out of her mind right now.

  "Or would you rather I used my mouth instead of my hands?"

  Oh God that would feel nice! Just the thought of this woman’s mouth, sucking her, the hotness of it, her tongue licking her, teeth grazing on her clit, her full pussy being devoured. The thought of doing that in public made Ellen even hotter. Her throat went dry.

  “What about your friends?” She changed tactics as Molly licked her neckline. “They will be waiting for you.”

  “Don’t worry about them.” Molly kept probing her slit while her mouth kept doing wonders to Ellen’s neck, earlobes, and jaw line. She was so close. "I love your beautiful face so much,” she whispered as she kissed it, moving slowly back to her mouth and lips. “So feminine, yet strong.”

  “I don’t want to orgasm here in public, let’s stop before someone sees us,” moaned Ellen.

  “I know you want it and I think it’s too late to turn back,” replied Molly as her hand fucked her ever faster.

  She took her lips back in her mouth and continued her god-like worship on them, then bit them…hard…and just like that Ellen lost it. In a few seconds, she was gasping and moaning and breathing faster. "Oh god... Don't stop... Don't stop... Don't..." her voice stagnated as they worked together to lift her higher and higher.

  Molly could feel herself starting to convulse as she lost control and tensed all her muscles. Molly knew what to do and found the delicate balance in keeping the stimulation going but easing off the over-sensitive clit at the right moment, while her fingers pushed deep, curving round to grip her.

  "Fuck." Ellen tried to keep her voice down as her orgasm built. Molly was hitting every spot exactly right. "Fuck fuck fuck." Her body started to shudder, but she stayed firmly in place. She trapped her hand, refusing to give it back as her body rocked faster. "Holy Shit." She squeezed Molly’s fingers with her thighs as she gave into the overwhelming sensations. She felt the hot relief rush out of her body as she orgasmed onto Molly’s hand. Molly kept pumping into her pussy until her energy began draining away.

  “Now this is for being such a cold bitch during our business meeting,” said Molly.

  Ellen uttered a confused noise; she was clearly surprised when Molly had abruptly started up again. After a moment's hesitation, Ellen had settled into the rhythm again and was quickly on the verge of climax again. This time Ellen wasn't going to get off that easily. Molly stopped just before she toppled over the edge, only for a moment; just a pause to stop the impending high.

  Ellen groaned her disappointment, letting out aching sounds. Molly resumed and as she felt her tightening, paused again. Again, the disappointment and the encouragement to continue started up. Molly loved this game. And the longer they played, the more intense it would be in the end. Ellen gripped her fingers with her legs, squeezing as tightly as possible.

  As Molly stopped at the crucial moment the third time, her legs clinging to her hands, she sighed and looked straight at her. Ellen’s expression wasn't so much annoyed, but more surprised with the lack of empathy to her sensations.

  “What are you doing?” Ellen squealed in a high-pitched voice. “You keep stopping just before I come! I thought you were good at this. Just let me come, please! I'm going to explode!”

  Molly grinned at her and flicked her tongue teasingly. It was only then that Ellen realized she had been deliberately building the suspense. "You're such a tease," she sighed with a smile, as she rolled her eyes. “You're just keeping me dangling on the edge deliberately, driving me more insane every time you stop! Just give it to me! I need it so badly! God, I'm so horny.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t act so damn high and mighty, huh?” Molly had intended to let her have it the next time, but this was even more fun now that she was in on the game. Molly couldn't suppress a snicker. Her hands came back to life, as did her fingers. She did not need to do much after that, the build-up being so strong, the suspense driven to the extreme. Ellen started to tense up again, her legs trembling, her fingers clawing into the back of Molly’s head. She let out a loud growl and did not release her grip on Molly’s fingers. “I don’t care who’s watching, just give it to me!” She half begged, half commanded, thrusting herself at Molly.

  Molly seemed to enjoy driving Ellen into a frenzy, while kissing and stroking her. Ellen’s whole body convulsed and trembled as Molly’s fingers were driving her crazy. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and she breathed deeply through a half-open mouth. She felt her climax approach rapidly and couldn't hold off any longer. Ellen clutched Molly tightly as her body jerked uncontrollably. There were intense sounds of pleasure as she moved through her orgasm until the killer waves became smaller and, eventually, subdued to a gentle surf. Molly moved her hand to cup her while keeping her fingers inside as she kept shuddering. She was covered in a light sheen and Molly could smell her sweet perspiration. She was elegant even in this state of complete bliss.

  "What did you just do to me?" Ellen sighed after a moment, opening her eyes to look at Molly, appearing awestruck. “That was incredible... I did not know my body could do that! I have never had an orgasm even remotely like that. I feel like I've been tossed around in a powerful thunderstorm, and I'm now floating away on a soft fluffy cloud.”

  "You're not with a man now, honey," Molly couldn't help saying. She wasn't an activist or an elitist in any way, but genuinely believed that a woman could do things that a man couldn't even dream of.

  After her intense trembling started to fade, Ellen stood there flush with embarrassment. She had just let this woman jerk her off in public. But it was so hot, and she couldn’t stand the fact that this might be over. She wanted to have so much more.

  "You...uhm...want to come to my place?" Ellen asked before she could stop herself. "It’s just a few blocks away and we could chill." Chill? She sounded like a little schoolgirl. She didn't know why she was acting out of character; all she knew was that she wanted to explore this intense sensation between her and Molly. She needed more time with her, so damn it to hell, she would worry about the repercussions in the morning.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She said instead, forcing whatever fear she was feeling to the back of her mind.

  "Sure, why not.” Molly said a little surprised. "That could be fun, lead the way.”

  They arrived at Ellen’s home 15 minutes later; when she saw the look on Molly's face, she felt a sense of pride at her sumptuous home. At over eighteen million dollars, her house was a masterpiece.

  "Nice home!" Molly said looking truly impressed.

  "Thanks." She put in her code and opened the door. "Tea?"

  "Tea? No thanks, maybe something stronger?” Molly said. "How about bourbon?"

  "Don't have any, …Martini?"

  "Sure, why not.”

  Ellen was nervous, she rarely drank alcohol because she was such a light weight and it fogged her business decisions, but right now she required a stiff cocktail.

  She mixed together a very potent amount of London dry gin and vermouth and carried two cocktail glasses over to Molly. Her hands shook a little as she poured, meanwhile hoping to god that Molly wouldn’t notice. “Uhm so… how was your day?” She tried to make conversation.

  "You don't have to be polite with me, you truly are a natural born ice queen.”

  "Why would you say that?"

  "First impression.”

  That amused Ellen, that this woman would have such a wrong impression of her. She had just met this woman, but she had more feelings for her than she had ever had for any other person. All her life she had chosen not to dwell on this side of herself. She had been tau
ght that having such feelings were weak, so she always fought them, never exploring them. But now tonight, all she could think about was exploiting this delicious opportunity.

  As if Molly could read her thoughts, Ellen spoke bluntly and honestly. "Why do you have to label anything? If you’re attracted to me and if you want me, why can't that just be enough?” Putting it that way summed it all up, but there were still a few things Ellen was curious about. "What about your religion?" she asked. "Doesn't it frown against this? How can you have faith in a religion that shuns the lesbian community so blatantly?”

  "It doesn’t make me frown against them,” replied Molly.

  Ellen realized that all the time they were talking, Molly had been slowly advancing on her, and right now she was positioned firmly between her legs, looking straight into her eyes. Her mouth was instantly dry. "I'm new to this,” she whispered.