When
she had arrived at work that morning, Monica had dragged her into her
office to discuss what had happened last night with the escort that
Amanda had hired.
“We
had sex,” Amanda said, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she sat
down in her chair. Monica perched herself on the corner of the desk.
“And?” she prompted.
“It
was fantastic,” she sighed, breaking into a smile for the first
that day. “He knew exactly what he was doing, he was sweet,
considerate, and gorgeous. I mean, really, really gorgeous. And the
way he kissed me, oohh.” Her eyes closed as she remembered Steve's
lips on hers. “Monica, he was the definition of perfection.”
Monica
smiled. “I knew you'd enjoy it. Money well spent?”
Amanda
nodded, her smile falling from her face as she remembered paying
Steve to be with her.
“I
have to get crunching these numbers,” she said, blinking back
tears. Monica nodded, stating she had two reports on her desk that
were due yesterday. Amanda smiled, hugged her friends and closed her
office door.
Now
she was sitting at her desk, staring out the window, watching the
world go by.
She
bit her trembling lip when the sad thought crossed her mind that the
only way she would ever experience sex or intimacy again would be by
hiring someone for a couple of hours.
She
grabbed her purse and pulled out Steve's business card. She stared
at it with want and desire, her body tingling as she remembered his lips
caressing her body, sucking on her nipples until they were hard as
diamonds and how his hands expertly explored her body with a passion
she had never felt before.
Payment
or not, Steve had actually wanted to be with her. His eyes had been
filled with lust as he entered her swollen flesh. She suddenly felt
a little better about everything that had happened.
By
the time lunch rolled around, Amanda's mood had changed. She was in
a foul mood. Her report had taken forever to complete, one of the
interns had spilt coffee on her and the photocopier had somehow
managed to shoot toner all over her nice white blouse.
She
stormed out of the office, wearing her black jacket covering the mess
that was her blouse. Her feet hurt as her shoes pinched and her hair
was just a mess. She was going out to buy a new top, grab some lunch
and some gel inserts for her heels, then she'd be back at her desk,
fluttering around until it was time for her to leave.
Amanda
stormed out of her building and marched down the street.
Twenty
minutes later, she had bought a new top which she had changed into
immediately after leaving the store.
She
stopped to look in a jewellery store window, staring at engagement
rings, knowing that she's probably never be in possession of one.
“Amanda?”
Her
head snapped up.
Standing
before her was Steve.
“S-s-s-Steve,”
she stammered, her eyes growing wide as she backed off a little.
He
looked different. His blonde hair was slicked back and he was
wearing an expensive black suit, with a blood red silk tie.
He
caught her elbow as she teetered in her heels. “Well, that was
graceful,” she said, smoothing down her black pencil skirt.
Steve
grinned, his eyes lighting up. “So, what were you looking at?”
he asked, nodding his head as an indication. Amanda turned her head.
“Nothing, really,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Steve arched an eyebrow but said nothing.
They
walked in silence until Steve asked her how she was doing.
“Good.
Fine. I had a photocopier throw up its toner all over me, a report
that was suppose to have only taken an hour to complete, ended up
taking me four hours, and a stupid little intern that has no real
business about being in the company spilt his coffee on me, so I had
to come out to buy a new blouse.” She glanced up at him. “I'm
so sorry, Steve. I'm having a bad day.”
Steve
pulled her over to a bench and sat down next to her. “It certainly
sounds that way,” he said, leaning back, his strong, muscular legs
parted slightly.
Amanda
couldn't help but stare, licking her lips, as she remembered those
strong legs wrapped around her. She shook her head, clearing her
thoughts. She was lusting after a man that was not available to her.
The story of her life.
“So,
how can we turn your bad day into something that puts a smile on your
face?” Steve asked, suggestively. Amanda looked up at him and saw
that mischievous twinkle in his eye that she had seen the night
before. Right before he had rubbed her clitoris with such fury as
their bodies gyrated against each other, exhuming all the pleasure
they could from each other.
“I
don't know,” she replied, desperately thinking of something
non-arousing. Dead puppies. Her grandmother. That stupid intern
from her office. “Shoot me?”
Steve
arched his eyebrow. “Do we have another option? One that doesn't
result in the death of a wonderful woman.”
It
was Amanda's turn to arch her eyebrow. “Wonderful woman? You
wouldn't be killing a wonderful woman. It would just be me. Trust
me, I could do for an eternity of sleep right now.”
Steve
frowned. “OK, that eternity of sleep thing was a little funny, but
Amanda, you are a wonderful woman. I know I haven't known you for
very long, but what I saw of you last night already proves my point.
You're wonderful, you're sweet, you're kind, and above all, you are
beautiful.”
Amanda
stared up at him. That mischievous look had gone. “And how many
women have you told that to?” she said, rudely, before getting up
and walking off, leaving Steve sitting alone, looking perplexed.
Back
in the office, Amanda was over come with guilt. All Steve was trying
to do was boost her self-confidence and she had shot him down and
acted like a spoilt brat. How the hell was she suppose to work when
all she could think of was him?
She
stared at his business card, biting her lower lip, tasting her
strawberry lip gloss. That's it. She was going to call him,
apologise and should he accept it, she was then going to book another
couple of hours with him.
She
picked up the phone before promptly putting it down again. She
couldn't call him directly. Not after how abrasive she had been.
Amanda
tapped her long French tipped nails on her desk. Sighing, she picked
up the phone and began to dial...
Steve
stood outside the hotel, a card in his hand. He had been booked
tonight, but when the escort agency rang to say that someone offered
to pay double for his company for the entire night, he couldn't pass
it up.
He
studied the card. Ms. Prescott, room 1216. No first name given.
Sighing, he stepped inside the lobby.
Ten
minutes later, he was standing at the entrance to room 1216. He
straightened his tie, smoothed back his hair and knocked loudly.
“It's
open,” came a woman's voice from inside.
Steve
opened the door. The room was huge. A suite in fact. A large, king
size bed sat centre of the room, a small lounge like area near the
window with a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall. He could see
a bottle of red wine sitting next to two glasses. Ms. Prescott
has clearly done this before, he thought as he entered the room.
Except,
there was no sign of her.
Steve
stepped out onto the balcony. Aside from a couple of potted plants
and two iron chairs, it was empty.
Steve
headed back in, moving over to the bathroom. The door was shut. He
knocked. “Ms. Prescott?” he called.
“You
may enter,” came a woman's voice.
Steve
pushed open the door and gasped.
Sitting
in a large bubble bath was Amanda.
Steve's
jaw dropped. “Amanda? What the -?”
“I
wanted to apologise for the way I acted earlier today,” she said,
leaning back, the soapy bubbles barely covering her breasts. In
fact, Steve could see her nipples breaking free of the bubbles,
begging to be touched and sucked.
“So
you hired me for the whole night?”
She
nodded. “I rang your agency and told them I would double your
usual rate for a night with you. I asked that you not know it was
me, because I had a feeling if you did, you wouldn't have shown up.”
“And
what makes you think that?” he asked, removing his jacket,
discarding it on the vanity.
Amanda
stared up at him, her green eyes filled with want and desire. “Because of the
way I acted,” she said softly.
Steve
removed his tie, slipping his shoes off before removing his shirt to
reveal his chiselled chest. He unzipped his pants, dropping them to
the cool tiled floor. His boxer-briefs followed. He removed his
socks and stood before her completely naked, his body bronzed like a
sculpture that would impress Michelangelo.
Amanda
licked her lips, her eyes glazing over as Steve told her to scoot
forward. She obeyed, the water rushing past her body.
Steve
climbed in and sat down, pulling Amanda back against his body. He
cupped her breasts, running his fingers across her hardened nipples,
pulling them until they were rivalling him in the rock hard
department.
"Even
if I had have known it was you, I still would have turned up,” he
whispered, dipping his tongue in her ear, sending shivers down her
spine. “I enjoyed our time together, and all day, I've been
wondering if I would ever be able to fuck you again.”
Amanda
shivered as she felt his hand glide down over her stomach and slide
in between her thighs. Steve kissed the back of her neck as his
finger teased her clitoris, rubbing it in slow, circular movements.
Amanda's head rolled back, her eyes closing as Steve continued to
play her body like a harp.
His
tongue tickled the sensitive skin along her neck as his finger
slipped into her wetness. His lips pressed against her flesh, his
teeth nipped at her, causing her moans to become louder.
Amanda's
body was responding to his touch. Despite being in a bath, he could
feel her juices flowing over his finger as it plundered the depths of
her body, withdrawing only to tease her delicate clitoris that was
engorged.
Every
inch of her body felt like it was on fire. The slightest caress from
him caused a low moan that began in her toes.
Steve
slid two fingers inside her. His erection pressed against the small
of her back as her hips rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that
would send her over the edge.
He
slid down a little so that her head was resting on his shoulder.
With his free hand he fondled her breasts, watching her face as she
tried to remember how to breathe.
Her
skin was flushed, her eyes had rolled back in her head and her body
was grinding against his hand, begging for release, when she turned
the tables on him. Her hand slid behind her back, grasping his
length, causing a strangled gasp to escape from Steve's mouth.
“Is
this OK?” she asked, her hand sliding up and down his pulsing
member.
Steve's
eyes closed, his head falling backwards, his breathing changing. “Oh
God yes,” he said breathlessly. Her hand grasped him tighter as
she quickened her pace, only to slow it down again before upping the
intensity.
Steve
bit his lip. He couldn't come before she had. Not a rule of the
agency, but his own personal rule. He pushed her upright, removing
her hand from his cock. “But this is about pleasuring you,” he
said, his eyes snapping open, staring deeply into hers.
He
pushed his fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clitoris,
his free hand holding her wrists to prevent her from attempting to
pleasure him.
Amanda
groaned as that familiar tingle spread throughout her belly. With a
sudden cry, she lifted herself slightly, her head falling back, her
hair caressing his shoulder as her orgasm took control of her body.
Steve
whispered soothing words to her as she settled back down, her body
twitching. He withdrew his fingers, giving her a couple of farewell
strokes, causing her body to shudder.
He
nipped at her neck. Amanda yelped, craning her head around to look
at him. Her eyes glowed an ominous green. “You're good,” she
said, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Steve
placed his hand on the back of her head and lent in for a kiss. Her
tongue massaged his, her hand returning to his cock, rubbing him, her
slender fingers stroking him. She felt his cock respond to her
touch, quivering with delight as her grip increased.
They
parted and Steve let out an animal like growl as Amanda focused on
bringing him to an orgasm. Up. Down. Up. Down. Squeeze.
Release. She teased Steve expertly until he pushed her away,
scrambling to his feet.
Amanda
watched with interest as Steve began to masturbate himself. His hand
became a flurry of motion. In a matter of seconds he was groaning as
his cock spewed forth its hot, sticky load all over Amanda's breasts.
Amanda automatically began rubbing it into her skin, feeling the
heat of his come mingling with her body.
Steve
opened his eyes, watching Amanda as his cream disappeared into her
skin. “Looks like someone is dirty again,” he said,
suggestively, winking at her.
Amanda
grinned in a teasing manner. “Then why don't you help wash me?”
To
be continued...
I have no idea how I missed this story when it first came out, but I like it. Very befitting sequel that takes over where Desire left off.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your interview, I know this isn't based on personal experience, but in any case it's just as hot as something that is. Well done.
A befitting sequel to the amazing and alluring Desire. Rhiannon Irons nails it yet again.
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