Carefully, I peeled off my wrap-around blouse and tossed it to the floor, then shimmied out of my pencil skirt. For some reason, I pictured Clever sitting on the edge of the tub in her slacks and socks, with her dress shirt undone. She was watching me. Slowly, as if to be putting on a show for her, I unclasped my bra behind my back and let it drop to the floor from my loose fingers. The warm air in my home greeted my nipples, yet I imagined it to be her tongue. Instead of it being my digits, it was hers to pull down my laced panties and leave them on the hardwood floor. Lastly, I stepped out of my heels and inside the hot bath that was waiting for me, imagining her naked, toned body inside. The water engulfed me, swallowing my 5â1â in height, whole. At the moment, it was her firm, warm, tattooed arms enclosing my thin frame after such a long and tiring day.
For a moment, after turning over onto my back, I had a different picture. Clever would leave me and somehow slide to the end of the tub in a difficult position due to her height. She would eventually lift my backside above the surface, laying my thighs over her shoulders. After teasing my slit with soft kisses, her tongue would massage my clit until I creamed on her tongue, accompanied by a wail that would vibrate the tub and ring our ears. Unfortunately, my fingers would have to do the trick for now.
I couldnât stop at orgasm number one. I needed at least two more. My pleasure was fulfilled after dipping two of my own fingers inside of my center, pretending that they were hers. Slow, at first, I reached for my G-spot. Then, faster I plunged with my foot over the tub, and my knee damn near at my chest.
Something build inside of me. It was that pleasurable stiffness in my abdomen before the massive explosion. âGod! Clever! Yes!â I swooned, the closer to the edge I had gotten. This time, my orgasm was so strong that I couldnât do anything but gnaw on my bottom lip, tilt my head back, and let my glistening C-cup breasts jiggle as my chest stiffly heaved.
I loved to go to bed exhausted after something as excited and as pleasing as that. Clever was more than my boss. She was the person to help me reach the most explosive, spine tingling orgasms without the masculine, herself, even knowing it.
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