1. Ms. Interpretation


    Date: 4/9/2024, Categories: Occupations, Author: Gordon_Brail 

    ... his.

“You can kiss me.”

“I’m not even sure if this is what I want. I don’t know what I want. I just really needed you here, with me, to have someone as beautiful as you this close to me.”

Akemi allows her smile to show. He’s not trying to make it obvious what he’s saying to her. Nonetheless, she knows it's sweet by the way he lightly adjusts his touch to her face.

“Oh…” she sarcastically comments to herself, watching his eyes as she touches her body to him.“One of those.”

Sam isn’t too shy, however, a light kiss to Akemi’s cheek as his hands slip around her body. He’s hugging her, Akemi returning the favor with arms around his neck, pulling him close for a genuine hug. They hold on to one another, Sam lifting Akemi off the floor as one of her high heels falls. Akemi has no option but to hang on – there’s no way to escape this man’s grasp anyhow and, honestly, she doesn’t mind.

They sway, Akemi’s bare foot and heel limp in the air. She laughs at her situation.

“What?” he asks, looking at her.

Akemi shakes her head, leaning in for a kiss. It’s a simple thing they do, this touch of their lips, Akemi warming up to the idea of riding this man into the bed if that’s what’s needed to calm him down. The thought of herself naked, riding him in the dark does wonderful things for her body and psyche.

Sam returns the kiss, carrying her to the bed. Akemi is eased down, Sam kneeling before her. She watches, Sam helping remove her other heel. She likes the way he ...
    ... massages one foot, then the other.

She moves hair from her face as Sam takes his time.“Tell me what you want.”

“This is how I want to remember you, Akemi. Just like this.” Sam admires her long legs, the feel of her soft skin. He leans forward, lips gracing the tops of her feet. He looks up at her, hands massaging. “You shouldn’t have to be here…like this. You should be with a man, a good man…I just wish it were me.”

Champagne arrives, Sam pouring, Akemi’s dress still attached to her body, though it goes against every primal male instinct that Sam possesses.

He can have her, right now. Over there, and over there. In there. Anywhere.

Sam chooses, however, to keep Akemi right where she is for right now.

Akemi hears him talking, only able to pick up select words here and there, but its really about how Sam looks while he’s talking. He’s trying to convince himself, more or less it seems, but whatever he’s talking about, it seems to include her is some form or fashion. Sam isn’t the only one who harbored expectations for tonight. It’s no shameful thing for Akemi to have needs of her own.

At one point in their evening, the alcohol and Akemi’s curiosity got the better of them. Her dress was easier to hike up than it appeared, allowing Sam to tug and toy with the elastic band around her waist.

Akemi’s kisses remained firm against his neck as her hand slowly rubbed up and down, taking her time stroking under a loosened belt and unbuttoned pants. She didn’t mind ...
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