“Great. Thank you, Ryan. See you on Friday.”
“See you Friday, Natalie.” I started to close the door. “And don’t forget to do your homework.”
Chapter Eight
Natalie
I exited the office onto the sidewalk. Outside, the sun was bright and the streets were full of cars and people going about their day. And none of them had any idea of what just happened.
But what did just happen? I blinked a few times and pulled out my sunglasses as I headed back to my apartment, which was a twenty-minute walk away. I took a few more deep, calming breaths, and as I did, I felt my skin prickle. My skin. I was more aware of my skin, my body than I’d ever been. I think that over time I’d learned to disconnect my mental state from my physical state. Yet in that office, it was like I could feel everything. The air as it entered my lungs, Ryan’s pulse as he touched my body—even the little hairs on my arms, as they prickled and responded to the slightest shift of pressure.
How sad , I frowned.
I guess I needed this help more than I realized.
Once back at my apartment, I headed straight to my bedroom and opened one of my boxes, the one that contained my underwear. Embarrassing as it is, that short session had left me soaked. Was I really that inexperienced? I thought to myself as I changed into a fresh pair of white silk panties. My thoughts drifted where they shouldn’t…back to Ryan. I felt a heaviness in my belly as I stood there and looked at my bed.
I sighed.
Well, Reese, you’ve always been an A student , I said to myself, as I closed the drapes and climbed into bed to do my homework.
I lay under the coverlet and closed my eyes. I hadn’t done this in a while, but I could tell my body was ready for it. I ran my fingers down to my sex, and then along the outside of my panties. The white silk was already starting to soak through, and I felt very… sensitive. I found myself thinking about Ryan. Those hands. That day at the library. Those eyes. That fucking sex-God hair . How he’d grabbed me and dragged me to the restroom at Dr. Lerner’s office. Yeah— that was fucking hot.
I tugged on my panties, causing the fabric to tighten around my clit. The pressure was divine and I started to move my hips back and forth, creating a satisfying rhythm.
See, Reese, you aren’t a sexless freak. You know what you enjoy. I said to myself, and as I did, I could feel myself flush. I started to admonish myself. Goddammit, why am I blushing? I’m alone here and I’m thirty years old, for Christ sakes.
I furrowed my brow, and tried to concentrate on the feeling. I pulled my panties tighter and rocked my hips, all the while thinking of Ryan. I remembered how he’d run his hands over my tits in his office. It had probably been the single most erotic moment of my life, sitting back, with my eyes closed, as he slowly caressed them. I had felt something deep in me when he did that, and here I was feeling it again now.
I squeezed my thighs together, further intensifying the pressure on that that sweet nub. Moving my hips faster, my breath started to quicken. I tried slowing it with the even, steady breaths that I’d used in the office, but that served to only speed up the orgasm that was now barreling toward me at breakneck speed. I only had to wait a moment more and then I was there .
My sex exploded as waves of pleasure pulsed through me, spreading relief all the way down to my toes. I fell back against the bed, trying to recover my breath as my brain tumbled its way through a fog. I was sweaty and hot and my panties were, once again, soaked through. I blinked a few times before giving up and closing my eyes. Shit. That was probably the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
And I had Ryan Andrews to thank.
~
This cross-country move was turning out to be much more than just a means to an end. It was actually a blessing in disguise. I was thankful to have my new job as a distraction to fill my time between my appointments.
“See you Friday, Natalie.” I started to close the door. “And don’t forget to do your homework.”
Chapter Eight
Natalie
I exited the office onto the sidewalk. Outside, the sun was bright and the streets were full of cars and people going about their day. And none of them had any idea of what just happened.
But what did just happen? I blinked a few times and pulled out my sunglasses as I headed back to my apartment, which was a twenty-minute walk away. I took a few more deep, calming breaths, and as I did, I felt my skin prickle. My skin. I was more aware of my skin, my body than I’d ever been. I think that over time I’d learned to disconnect my mental state from my physical state. Yet in that office, it was like I could feel everything. The air as it entered my lungs, Ryan’s pulse as he touched my body—even the little hairs on my arms, as they prickled and responded to the slightest shift of pressure.
How sad , I frowned.
I guess I needed this help more than I realized.
Once back at my apartment, I headed straight to my bedroom and opened one of my boxes, the one that contained my underwear. Embarrassing as it is, that short session had left me soaked. Was I really that inexperienced? I thought to myself as I changed into a fresh pair of white silk panties. My thoughts drifted where they shouldn’t…back to Ryan. I felt a heaviness in my belly as I stood there and looked at my bed.
I sighed.
Well, Reese, you’ve always been an A student , I said to myself, as I closed the drapes and climbed into bed to do my homework.
I lay under the coverlet and closed my eyes. I hadn’t done this in a while, but I could tell my body was ready for it. I ran my fingers down to my sex, and then along the outside of my panties. The white silk was already starting to soak through, and I felt very… sensitive. I found myself thinking about Ryan. Those hands. That day at the library. Those eyes. That fucking sex-God hair . How he’d grabbed me and dragged me to the restroom at Dr. Lerner’s office. Yeah— that was fucking hot.
I tugged on my panties, causing the fabric to tighten around my clit. The pressure was divine and I started to move my hips back and forth, creating a satisfying rhythm.
See, Reese, you aren’t a sexless freak. You know what you enjoy. I said to myself, and as I did, I could feel myself flush. I started to admonish myself. Goddammit, why am I blushing? I’m alone here and I’m thirty years old, for Christ sakes.
I furrowed my brow, and tried to concentrate on the feeling. I pulled my panties tighter and rocked my hips, all the while thinking of Ryan. I remembered how he’d run his hands over my tits in his office. It had probably been the single most erotic moment of my life, sitting back, with my eyes closed, as he slowly caressed them. I had felt something deep in me when he did that, and here I was feeling it again now.
I squeezed my thighs together, further intensifying the pressure on that that sweet nub. Moving my hips faster, my breath started to quicken. I tried slowing it with the even, steady breaths that I’d used in the office, but that served to only speed up the orgasm that was now barreling toward me at breakneck speed. I only had to wait a moment more and then I was there .
My sex exploded as waves of pleasure pulsed through me, spreading relief all the way down to my toes. I fell back against the bed, trying to recover my breath as my brain tumbled its way through a fog. I was sweaty and hot and my panties were, once again, soaked through. I blinked a few times before giving up and closing my eyes. Shit. That was probably the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
And I had Ryan Andrews to thank.
~
This cross-country move was turning out to be much more than just a means to an end. It was actually a blessing in disguise. I was thankful to have my new job as a distraction to fill my time between my appointments.
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