DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10

... most intense orgasm. Le Petite Morte... The little death. When I'm done, I'll teach you if you want."

Not being able to see... To know where the next drop would fall was torture equal having hot wax dripped on my nipples. Wax would cover one nipple, while a fingernail would flick the hardened wax off my other nipple, and, back and forth, the wax burned one then the other.

But it was when the drops of hot wax began to trace a path over my stomach that...NO! She wouldn't! I got my answer soon enough when the first of many molten droplets hit my clit...

The Present... Thursday Afternoon...

I was very pleasantly surprised that the hot wax had left barely seen marks on my pale skin that Sandra assured me would fade by the end of the day. The orgasm I'd had was worth a few fading marks.

Dressed in an outfit I thought was appropriate to meet Danny's mother in, I packed the last of my clothes in a just-bought suitcase. I had everything ready when Danny knocked on my door. I felt the heat in my cheeks as I remembered how hard I'd orgasmed with his imaginary mouth between my legs. Embarrassment mingled with a little desire made it difficult to meet Danny's eyes.

Oh, fuuuck... I donot need this complication,I thought as I tried to control my flaming red cheeks. Last night was only supposed to be about Sandra and I sharing some lesbian fun. But I couldn't deny that it was thoughts about having Danny between my legs, his mouth on my pussy, that sparked and started my ...

... desire to orgasm. Everything had built upon that... Even while Sandra was going down on me, behind closed eyes it had been thoughts of Danny eating my pussy which made my hand reach for the back of Sandra's head to pull her mouth tighter to my pussy.

Luckily, Danny was as unobservant as he was clueless. He didn't seem to find anything amiss in how I acted though how he didn't notice my furiously blushing face was beyond me.

I'd had to do a lot of shopping to find clothes appropriate to meet family and attend a wedding. Just the outfit I'd wear on the train took three shops before I found what I wanted. I needed a'chic-but-travel-comfortable' look combined with a'meet-the-mom-for-the-first-time'look. Trying to hide my boobs was useless unless I wanted to wear a coat all weekend. A skirt to my knees and a blazer over a blouse that showed some cleavage but not too much was the way to go. My boobs would certainly be noticeable but at the same time, it wouldn't be as if I were flaunting them if they were half-hidden under the blazer. That look should meet a mom's approval.

Danny didn't seem to appreciate my efforts when he saw the luggage I had by my door. "Good God! It's only three days, Olivia. Not three weeks!"

"Makeup-Daywear-Nightwear-Rehearsal-Wedding-Reception-Shoes," I pointed at the pile as I ticked off the list. "I only packed the essentials."

Danny grumbled something about being a pack mule. I don't know why. After all, my makeup case wasn't heavy at all as ...