As promised, things heat up in this chapter. Thank you so much for reading through my first story. It's nerve wracking to take the plunge with publishing on here!
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The week passed uneventfully for Cassandra. Work was fortunately slow as she found herself distracted by texting Javier in the spare time. They talked about everything from where they grew up, to local restaurant recommendations, and favorite movies. The safest of topics.
They made plans to get dinner again on Friday and she was looking forward to it. After all their talking, and the sexual tension of that first kiss, Cassandra found herself trepidatiously excited to see him again.
As Friday finally arrived, Cassandra stood in front of the closet that morning, debating what to wear. She planned to meet him right after work. That meant a balancing act of tasteful yet attractive. Lingerie was the easy choice: simple black lace set. Classy and timeless.
Admiring the contrast of black against creamy ivory flesh, she ran a lacquered red nail along her hip, tracing the fabric edge of the black lace panties. The intensity of the kiss was still fresh enough to stir a heat in her body. Glancing at her watch, she made a last minute decision to ditch coffee and make time for morning masturbation.
Cassandra turned from the mirror to her bed and climbed on top, getting on all fours. She licked her middle finger and reached back between her legs, pushing aside the fabric of the thong. There was a glint of moisture already sparked from thoughts of the kiss. She gently rubbed the pad of her finger over that sensitive nub of flesh, alternating between caressing over the clitoral hood and under to the almost too-fragile clitoris.
Her opening contracted and flexed with the stimulation of the clit. Not leaving it unattended, Cassandra dipped back further, slipping a single finger inside for a few strokes before returning to her clit.
She fantasized not only of the kiss the other night, but if it had gone farther. If she hadn't stopped him. If he took her right there in the hallway against the wall. If they moved from the wall to the couch. If he had bent her over the sofa and fucked her with her skirt pulled up to her hips, panties torn away.
Cassandra's motions became more frantic with the thoughts and she moaned into a pillow, face buried. She imagined him taking her in this exact position: on her hands and knees, ass arched into the air. The thought of him roughly pounding into her was too much as an orgasm took her by surprise. Usually, she could feel one building up, but this took her breath away as she spasmed. Cassandra's body shook as she continued to fervently attack her clit for a solid twenty seconds after, thoroughly milking the orgasm out of her. No drop of ecstasy was left behind. The sensation finally turned to painfully sensitive and she let up.
With a peek at her watch, she bounded off the bed, pulling panties up as went. Cassandra ran to the bathroom with a sense of urgency to wash her hands. Just as quickly, she darted back to the bedroom to finish dressing. She was now on a time crunch after her little detour.
The first time Javier had seen her, Cassandra was wearing a casual dress and she wanted to impress him with something a bit more provocative. Finally, she settled on a grey pencil skirt that hugged the swell of her hips and ripe ass, with a black button-up flowy blouse. She made a mental note to undo the top two buttons to flash a hint of cleavage to spice things up after work. A simple black blazer and pumps completed the outfit.
Cassandra reached into the dresser and grabbed a black lace thong as a back-up fresh pair, should the evening head in a more sensual direction.
Heading out the door, she felt a thrill in her chest, excited for what the night might bring.
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Cassandra arrived a few minutes early to the restaurant and made her way to the bar for a little liquid courage. It was warm enough that she ditched the blazer, draping it on the bartop. Even in heels, she was short enough that as she leaned against the bar top, breasts pressed together and strained against the fabric. She flashed a sliver of exposed flesh and cleavage towards the bartender, catching his attention.
"Hey there, can I get a gin martini on the rocks? Olive, please?" Cassandra ordered.
The bartender gave a quick nod of his head. An unfamiliar voice spoke beside her, "I don't know if I've ever witnessed a woman order gin."
Cassandra tilted her raven head, bright blue eyes flashing on the older well-dressed man to her left, "Is that a compliment?" Her voice held a coy yet challenging tone.
"It's just unusual. Most younger women order something fruitier like a lemon drop martini or a cosmopolitan," the stranger replied, a little too obvious as he gave her a once over.
"Then perhaps you spend too much time around girls rather than women," Cassandra responded, not usually this quick witted, but in rare form.
"Touché. Is that an invitation?" The stranger smirked, steely blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
Cassandra shook her head, wondering where the bartender was with her drink. She was careful with her body language, only turning her head and not full body towards the businessman, "No, no thank you."
"You aren't drinking alone, are you?" The stranger asked, undeterred.
A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped, startling.
"I'm a minute late and you're already making a new friend?" Javier spoke from her right, relief washing over her.
Cassandra's eyes were a little wide when she turned to Javier, hugging him instinctively, whispering into his ear as he leaned down to clasp her, "Thanks for saving me."
"I highly doubt you need saving. You look like you can handle your own." A touch of mirth in that smile, dimples twinkled as perfect white teeth peeked out.
Cassandra left a hand on his bicep as she spoke, "Oh, I can, but this is far more preferable."
Javier took in her features, commenting, "You look great. Very different from last time... but different is good."
"Don't worry, you clean up well too," she quipped, smoothing her hand over the fabric of his shirt. He had dressed up for the date, a departure from that first meeting in basketball shorts. "Your belt even matches your shoes."
"Thanks, I like this belt. Quite a bit actually. Do those sorts of things matter to you?"
Cassandra paused, considering the question, "It's less about what you are wearing, but the intentionality behind it. It means you're detail oriented."
"Are you always analyzing things?" Javier raised an eyebrow.
"It's hard to turn my brain off," she said with a shrug, breaking eye contact.
Javier leaned down, speaking softly into her ear, "I'm sure there are ways to distract that mind of yours." The deeper tone, usually reserved by men for darker inclinations, caused something deep inside of her to tighten. A healthy flush rose up her cheeks as her date turned to place his order with the bartender.
Javier's magnetic brown eyes turned back to Cassandra. She held his gaze, letting the unadulterated chemistry hang thick between them.
He broke the silence first, "How was work today?" Cassandra shared her day as they moved from the bar to table, catching up on their week over dinner, despite having been in touch.
It was the spring blossom of a relationship, when there is still so much unknown between two individuals, other than an undeniable sexual attraction. Dinner naturally progressed to a slow walk to her car. The conversation seamlessly continued while bodies drew close, hips brushing.
"This was an enjoyable evening, even if I found you already moving on to older pastures," he gently ribbed, that boyish smile lighting up his features.
Cassandra groaned, rolling her eyes, "This is me." They drew up to her car as she added playfully, "I can't help it if I'm a corporate bigwig magnet."
"Oh really, is that the case? You telling me you have a waitlist going on at work?" He teased, sliding an arm around her waist as he drew her in close.
"Now you're just putting words in my mouth," she quipped defiantly.
Javier wasted no time, murmuring as he leaned in for a kiss, "I can think of other things to put in that pretty little mouth." He kissed her thoroughly and deeply; her body responded in proper form, melting into his grasp. Bringing his massive hand up to cup the nape of her neck, his fingers accidentally caught in her dark hair.
"Oh, no, I'm so sorry," she blurted, pulling her mouth away. Javier didn't let up on his grasp on her, but merely untwined his hand from her raven locks.
Faces inches apart, Javier's eyes held something dark, although he smiled, "Why do I have a feeling you like having your hair pulled?"
Cassandra laughed nervously out of instant reflex, at loss of words. She managed another apology, not acknowledging the words. "I'm so sorry again."
