The Look of Lust

Damaris was Nyla’s best girl, so she had a relationship with her whether she wanted it or not. A lucrative one in which she invited her over once a week for a meal, and the guise of friendship. It was Damaris’ impetus on that–they both probably knew it was easier to keep an enemy close at hand than not.

One of her top clients who had never asked to see any girl more than once, now only wanted to see Damaris. Nyla could not deny that she had some kind of appeal, and plus she did look so much like Carole. And like Gui, Jared Martel was stuck on Damaris.

But even while Nyla wondered what kind of je ne sais quoi Damaris possessed, she looked in the distance for Andres who she knew had to be nearby but she could not see him and it made her ache for him in her heart the way she did between her legs.

Now that they were lovers she felt him even when he was not with her. The first time they made love, they had waited so long. When he entered her, they were both still. The sensation of entering felt like maybe the high that a criminal got entering a place they did not belong. But the two of them did belong, and she grabbed his buttocks and he moved in and out of her. Her hips floated after him between thrusts inside her, like she did not want him to leave her body even that little bit.

Presently Nyla crossed her legs, and looked for Andres surreptitiously. Her heart and between her legs hungry for him…

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Damaris drank the brunch cocktail, which she was not even sure what juice it was for the mimosa. No, it was a Kir Royale. She had an appointment with Jared after, and all she could feel was the way her body vibrated when he called her beautiful. She shivered thinking about his sound, his touch.

Nyla mentioned him, and Damaris bit her tongue not to give herself away. She sipped her Kir Royale, and it was tasteless as she was only thinking about Jared.

Damn Jared!

He made her toes curl when she just thought about him, and not just about the sex. His limited communication was as intense as words. The way he looked at her, touched her and worshiped her in bed he did not have to say anything at all. He made her feel like no other man did and how could she forget that?

But he was a client, he was not an option. Not that she had not ever dabbled with that before, but that was not who she was now. She was trying to get her life together. Nyla even had to give her her due—she was her best girl. She worked hard, and she had worked hard with Jared why he made love to her—had sex with her–the way that he did. It was a perk of being good at what she did. Even though the thought of him touching her made her shiver again. She could barely eat or drink because anything she put in her mouth tasted like Jared. She could taste him, feel him—everything already. When Nyla mentioned him, Damaris hoped she did not see her look of lust…

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Waiting

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Leap

Chloe enjoyed the drive out of the city with Rafe. He suggested taking her to this place outside of the city so they could be together…alone.

When she had a crush on Oscar, that crush was exactly that a girlish infatuation. But when they got together, and when she met Rafe after this was authentic. This was love. She had never even admitted it to herself that she was in love with Rafe, but she was and there was no denying it anymore. Sitting with him now in the passenger seat of the car, she looked out at the water and did not resist the urge to run out to it. Piece by piece, she took off her clothes and looked back at him, sticking out her tongue and licking her lips. When Rafe chased her—which she wanted him to do—the adrenaline ran through her as she ran and dived off the board into the water.

She was in a bikini in the water, but when Rafe jumped in he was in nothing. Naked and beautiful, he swam toward her. Chloe was wet from the water, and wet between her legs. He wrapped his arms about her and kissed her, Chloe throbbed all over from his touch. From the closeness of his body. From everything of him.

Chloe wanted everything, and she was not sure how she was going to have it—Oscar, Rafe… Oscar was her man, there was no question about that. But in the water now with Rafe with the sun pouring down on them—this was her everything.

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No More Waiting

Should she have felt different? Nyla stood in the sand-covered part of the estate, her legs close together and her toes crossed. The sun draped her bare skin, and she wrapped her arms about her body. She did feel different, because she could still feel Andres inside of her.

They had waited so long for this, and now she wanted to savor her memory of it. Her memories were strong, but the feeling of Andres finding her now and pressing himself behind her was stronger. He wrapped his arms about her, his hand covered her breast as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Nyla pressed her head to his chest, her lips parted and she was not sure what was hotter–her nipple in between his fingers or the sun burning on her body. Andres placed his fingers in between her parted lips and she sucked them fiercely so hungry for the taste of his skin which made him squeeze her nipple harder until she cried out.

She needed him again, and turned to face him already hard against her. With her lidded eyes she stared at him so they could lie down even in the sand to make love again, not caring where she might get sand on or in her.

She would never wait for him again…

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Morning Commute

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Reprise

Eliza felt like the luckiest woman on earth. She and Oscar had ended up in the cafe where she first saw him with Chloe. She wondered if it was a haunt of any of the guests that had been there that day—who might have seen him chase her into the bathroom then?

Today would be a reprise then for those lucky few or many.

The cafe was a favorite because they served amazing food and especially coffee. A brand that her favorite museum used, and why she sat there for hours after she looked at her favorite pieces.

Oscar grinned at her expectantly. She sipped her coffee like it was her last one, before licking her lips. He looked at her lips, her breasts and it was hard to tease him like this but she could not help it.

They knew what they were there for.

She crossed her legs, and kicked him truly accidentally under the table. He took her ankle in his hand, pulled off her heel and caressed her foot under the table. He was not a fetishist, but he knew every part of her and how to play her.

Eliza closed her eyes, and he absently rubbed her foot in a way he knew would make her literally melt. She was limp and practically unconscious from the persistent pressure of his fingers in just that place.

“Are you ready?” he said, as she searched for her shoe under the table and followed him to the bathroom.

Return to the scene of the crime.

The lovely bathroom had not changed except for the soap–which was now guava and not papaya scented.

“I should make you wait you tease, but that would only be spiting myself,” Oscar grinned at her.

Eliza wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him. His kiss was amused but serious, as he slid his hand under her dress. This time by the sink they had sex. Oscar lifted her chin to make her look in the ornate mirror—at herself gripping the edge of the sink and him behind her. Eliza could just see his nakedness around her hips, and she moved her hips faster. She bit her lip but instead of being contorted in pleasure, there was mischief about her countenance.

Yes, she was the luckiest girl in the world—Oscar had finally come around. This was what she always wanted, even if she never told him and it was just a fantasy.

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Flashback: Heavy

Damaris has been the star for the last few weeks, but don’t forget Nyla!!! Here is a flashback … for next week!

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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Retreat

Chloe swung her hips delicately to the Amy Winehouse version of “Girl From Ipanema,” while they were at Retreat— a new pop-up bar created to promote a PR campaign her friend was running. Eliza watched as Chloe held Oscar’s hand, and bumped her hip with Rafe’s.

Eliza and Rafe had been monogamous since they got married, but they never said that their marriage would not be open. Eliza could tell that Chloe had an attraction to Rafe, and that he did not mind.

As for herself, being around Oscar all of the time did not make her immune to his charms. There were several times that she felt like she and Oscar felt something more than just being friends. From the time that he came looking for her in the cafe, she felt something more between them. Maybe that was why she tried to bring Chloe into the mix, so she would not think about Oscar and herself anymore.

Chloe continued to bump hips with Rafe, and Eliza saueezed his husband’s hand. Rafe looked down at her, and she smiled up at him before she let her gaze linger on Chloe.

Chloe’s dress had no back, and her nipples were on view through the dress so you could see her nipples like small roses through the gauzy material.

Rafe smiled at Eliza, as he put his arm about Chloe’s waist and gently squeezed her backside which made it obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. As if she knew that she was going to be fucked that night. Well Oscar and or Rafe—Chloe was going to get fucked.

Eliza went to the bathroom to look at her face, and in the mirror she saw Oscar’s face above hers like a kind of aura. She spun around to look at him, and realized that she had wanted him to follow her to the bathroom.

“I can’t see you Eliza and either not want to fuck you, or think of having fucked you.” He placed the latch across the bathroom door behind his back without taking his eyes off of her. Eliza looked at him, as he came at her and saw a vintage Rosie the Riveter poster in the corner of the bathroom exclaiming, We Can Do It!” while Oscar proved to her they could do it.

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Cherry On Top

Damaris walked into the restaurant–which was a change for her and Jared. He usually came to her place called her beautiful, and walked out without saying much more to her.

But in the restaurant, he would have to say more to her? She was not sure…

When she walked over to his table, Jared looked up at her, wrapped his arm about her hips and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes because she was wet as soon as she walked close to the table.

After she sat beside him, he kissed her neck and placed his hand right between her legs without haste. She could tell he was looking to see if she was wet.

She was wet, and parted her legs so that he could do whatever he wanted between her legs –which included him giving her a hand job that made her squirm and stare at the pretty painted lady on the wall holding a cocktail. Damaris closed her eyes when she came, and Jared tapped her leg to let her know she should place them closer together.

“You’re beautiful…” he said, and she clenched her teeth.

With his hand on her back, he ordered for both of them when the waiter came over.

Everything was amazing, every bite was amazing. They both ate with one hand because Jared held her thigh with his hand, and she held her hand over his.

“No dessert,” Jared said to the waiter, as he squeezed her thigh under the table.

Damaris knew she was it.

He led her from the table after he paid the bill. They walked to the elevator bank that led to the rooms that you needed a special key for. Damaris was startled when he cornered her in the elevator.

“Touch me,” he said.

She did, he was hot and hard and she got on her knees immediately to worship him.

He tugged her up by her hair. Damaris looked at him, as he unzipped his pants. She salivated looking at his thick shaft. Tasting it even before it was in her mouth, because she knew how good he tasted.

When the elevator door opened, Jared placed his hand on her back to lead her to his hotel room. Where she would be whipped cream, chocolate syrup and his cherry on top…

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Dinner Party

Rafe smirked at Eliza, and she stuck her tongue out at him. Her focus was on setting the table for their intimate dinner party.

She and Oscar had talked shortly after seeing each other in the cafe. He needed to know that she did not judge him, and she needed to know that they were still friends. Their conversation was extensive, and to show good faith she invited him and Chloe over to have dinner with her and Rafe.

“Everything looks lovely, Liza,” Rafe said, pulling her close to him.

He still held her close when they let in Oscar and Chloe. Oscar held Chloe’s hand protectively, and Chloe smiled shyly as a greeting.

Oscar told Eliza that he had told Chloe about them, and Eliza wanted Chloe to know that she was not a threat. When Chloe sat down, it was clear that Sally or someone had raised a very elegant young woman. Chloe had perfect table manners, and though she did not touch Oscar, but her feelings for him were clear. She avoided looking at Eliza and Rafe, which troubled Eliza.

By dessert, Chloe leaned close to Oscar and he caressed her bare arm absently.

When Chloe got up to go to the bathroom, Eliza followed her. Chloe looked stricken when she saw Eliza’s reflection in the mirror.

“Hi,” Eliza said, making eye contact with the younger woman in the mirror.

Chloe smiled back at her reflection, before she walked past Eliza. Unlike with her Chloe’s mother when she came to her apartment, Eliza took Chloe’s arm,

“I am not the enemy.”

Chloe nodded, and Eliza was not sure that she believed her.

Apparently she did, because that was the first of many couples’ dinners that the four of them had. Chloe began to open up more and more, which made Eliza happy. She even started to talk to Rafe. Chloe’s conversations with Rafe were such that she spent more time with him almost than she did with the rest of them.

Eliza did not mind, she knew her husband was sexy, and she knew he liked the attention as well.

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked her, and she was aware that they were staring at their partners with each other.

Eliza nodded, and Oscar took her hand.

“I know that women are atrracted to my husband, that nothing is wrong with a little flirting.”

“You think they are flirting?” he questioned.

“What do you think?”

Eliza was not sure what to think herself, but looking at Chloe and her husband she was not sure what kind of complication that this would make…

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