The Protege chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 4

... 10:00PM and arrived at my apartment a little before 11:00. God, I loved private air travel. You land, take your bags, and bam into a cab and on your way.

Ghalib was excited to get my text and greeted me at the airfield. I gave him the quick rundown and he tried to be happy for me, but I could sense disappointment that I would be too big time for him now. I told myself this wasn't true, and I was not that shallow, but the events of the last two months had had a profound effect on my view of the world. I had to admit, he did not have the same international man of mystery vibe I felt before I left for Europe.

I had him pull over and got some wine, to take home. Stacey was waiting for me and we were to go out on the town, but I was just too exhausted and thought some wine and some chick flicks might lessen her disappointment.

Ghalib helped me get my bags to the bellman and I gave him a hundred-dollar tip.

"Are you available tomorrow afternoon Ghalib? We will be moving my bestie in and will need a ride for a shopping day while the movers do their thing." I said smiling.

He perked up and said, "At your service Ms. Carmichael. What time do you think?"

"Let's plan on 11:00AM. I would like to sleep in a little. I'll text you for sure in the morning."

"Great, see you tomorrow." He smiled that handsome confident smile that attracted me to him on that first day in New York.

Stacey was a little disappointed but, wine and movies was a good compromise. I wanted ...

... nothing more than to put on some PJ's and relax. I saw my pajama tank that Cynthia wore during our first phone session in the clothes basket in my closet. I picked it up and breathed in the hypnotic scent of Cynthia's perfume.

The all too familiar warmth between my legs returned as I closed my eyes and breathed her in. I shuffled through hoping to find the pink thong she wore, but she really did take them. I found a pair of pink panties in my drawer to substitute. I thought of calling Cynthia and initiating another session, but it would be 6:00AM on a Saturday and I did not want to wake her. instead I sent her a text.

Me: I can smell you on my pajama top. I'm wearing it and thinking of you. I wish you'd left the panties... I miss you terribly.

When I returned to the living room, Stacey was wearing a bright blue spaghetti string silk tank with two-inch white lace trim across the top that dipped down between her breasts. The bottoms had the same white lace trim around the legs of her shorts with a dangling tie string. When she stood, her belly button was exposed just slightly.

With my new found appreciation for the female body, I could not help but notice how different her body was from Cynthia's but still very sexy. My eyes widened as I took in her image.

Where Cynthia was tall and slender and toned like a statue, Stacey was shorter, curvier and softer. Her belly button was an innie and the little stripe of her smooth pale skin stood in contrast to the bright blue ...