The Protege chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 1

... cologne smelled great as I broke the hug and kissed his cheek. I felt a wave of warmth down below at the feel of his firm body.

"I can't believe, I'm working for Cynthia Freakin' Liebert!" I said jumping up and down with my hands on his shoulders.

I wanted to take him in and do him in the new apartment, so bad. "Calm Down Alecia!" I told myself. "You don't screw random guys... just a quickie, I'm so cranked up right now!" I looked at my watch.

"Thank you Ghalib!" I need to be at the Pier Six Helipad at 6:30. Can you pick me up? What time should we leave? I'll need a ride home Sunday night too..."

"Whoa, take a breath, Alecia, you don't want to get too excited. You need to play it cool. This is Wall Street, they will chew you up and spit you out," he said calmly. "I'll pick you up at 5:30 right here. That will give us plenty of time."

I looked at my watch. " Ok gotta pack, see you soon," I said kissing his cheek again. "Thank you so much.

I handed him a $100 bill and ran for the apartment, "Congratulations!" he yelled as the door closed behind me. I waved without looking back.

I went in and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes and took several slow deep breaths, trying to center.

"Ok, gotta pack," I said, the scent of her perfume seemed to be in my apartment. I shook my head. "Can't be," I smelled my hands. They did seem to have a touch of her scent on them.

I had almost three hours. I needed to pack, shower, Call ...

... Mom, Call Stacey and apologize for bailing on her and the Yankee game, Call Delaney and Lawrence and give them the news and my apology for the change in plans.

I made the calls first. I felt terrible for cutting Mom off after two minutes, but it was that or 2 hours. "Be careful, sweetie!" she said with a mix of excitement and fear for the adventure I had ahead. Her and I both! The others were all understanding and happy for me. I promised we'd do it soon.

Part of me knew that wasn't true. Cynthia made it clear, my life was hers for at least eight months. I spent over an hour agonizing over what to pack. I did the only thing I could do and overpacked. From Jean, to tennis shorts, jogging outfits (of course), yoga pants, business skirt, blouse and jacket, both bathing suits, running shoes, flip flops, heals and flats. I am a master packer and got it all into a roll on, with a brief case/make up bag, purse and hand bag, just in case.

It was 4:15 PM when I had a bit of an adrenaline crash. I had to shower and change and got my shorts and shirt off and threw myself onto the bed, spread eagle in panties and braw. I closed my eyes trying to relax, but the events of the day played over in my mind. I popped the front of my braw and let the girls breath. The flow of blood through my breast and the warm July air through the open windows felt amazing.

This time tomorrow I will be on the beach, I thought. I slipped off my panties and jettisoned the braw completely. I lay there, ...