Like Tinder

Damaris was obsessed with her new apartment. She had not expected Graham to have died, and she had not known what to think when Sabrina—Nyla was left in charge of his business given their past history.

But Nyla had not failed her–the apartment was amazing.

The business had evolved to a level that Damaris had not imagined it could, with an app that worked like Tinder. She was able to go through it to find carefully screened clients so she could swipe clients that appealed to her. If a client swiped her, she would be alerted only if she had swiped him.

Damaris swiped Jared, he was tall, dark and handsome like something out of a fairy tale or movie. He worked in finance, and described himself as a workaholic. She swiped him, and was happy because she wanted to be a workaholic now–they had something in common.

It took het an inordinate amount of time to get ready for their session. But after she looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, she was semi-satisfied with her appearance.

Right then, she saw him waiting in the lobby on the tiny screen by her door. He did not look nervous, he was a cool customer and she put on her cool exterior as well.

When he came upstairs and she opened the door, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Jared,” she said softly, looking up at him.

Damaris turned around, and he wrapped his arms about her waist. She wrapped her arms over his arms and for a very frightening moment, she had a flashback that made her squeeze his forearms. Playing off her touch as passion, Damaris turned to look up at Jared.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, as he kissed her neck.

Damaris offered her neck to him, so he could kiss her more. His kisses went right between her legs. She stood with her legs parted, the warm throbbing between them was a familiar ache that lingered. Her hand moved over her stomach, as she tried to refrain from touching herself and gasped when Jared’s hand moved over hers and between her legs. The desire to ride his hand was strong, but she did not. As much as she ached for him to take her out of her misery and give her what she wanted, Damaris did not want the experience to be rushed for him.

Jared’s hands moved over her body like a wand, removing her clothes and leaving her barer and barer to him.

There was no prelude with him, he was not fast but he got right to the good stuff. He was the type of little boy who had scraped the cream of the Oreo right away and discarded the chocolate cookies.

He licked her like the cream of an Oreo—using just a little bit of teeth which she liked. Damaris cried out and clutched the expensive sheets—it was not a show. Jared drove her crazy, he held her hips when she almost squirmed off of the bed. She caressed his head, as he licked her like cream. He made her feel so good, she had not felt this good since the last time time she had sex…

Damaris closed her eyes and panted, as she came suddenly without warning.

In the shower, after Jared left she washed between her legs and she spasmed a little bit because she had come that hard.

They already had scheduled another session…

More Masturbation Monday here, and read the first in my new Medium series…it all starts with a kiss!