Chapter 3 - Love
"Okay," I said, "now for step two." Sarah had just passed her interview at the temp agency and gotten her first assignment.
"Step two?" Sarah posed. "What do you mean? I got a job."
"Yes. Step Two is that you get 'discovered' by the people you work with." I made air quotes around the word with my fingers.
"Oh, dear. Do you think that I will?"
"I do. You said that some of our neighbors already know, plus on the Internet, you are not exactly the world's best kept secret. All males masturbate. Many use Internet porn to some extent. Sooner or later, some guy is going to recognize that the hot babe in accounting is Candy Sweet."
"What should I do?"
I put a finger to my cheek. "Oh, dear. You discovered me. Can you keep it a secret?"
I shook my head, "No, that won't work. He wants to tell everyone his discovery and that the hot babe in accounting is a porn star.
"How about, 'Oh, someone else discovered by doubleganger.' Or better yet, "Oh, yeah, did that for a while earlier in my life. No big deal." I used a dismissive tone.
"You mean admit it?" Sarah said.
"There's an advantage to admitting it. No one can blackmail you or think they have an edge to get you to do something that you don't want to do. You keep control. If they threaten to do something based on what they discovered, you have the ability to sue their ass off, and they should know that. Just remember, you keep control of your life."
Sarah hugged me again. She said, "Your idea of using Hugh Rothman as a reference was the turning point of the day. In my first interview, we talked about my experience with him -- not the sex, mind you -- for about ten minutes. I explained about his tutoring and his investment strategy. That's not a secret. There's a book out about him, but I would have kept all that hidden if not for you."
"It's the little things that count. Can I buy a pretty girl a dinner in order to celebrate?"
We went to Patrick's on Main Street for dinner. Sarah was voluble about the interview and then anxious about what the rest of the week would be like at Jaycor. I gave her some 'starting work' advice and suggestions. We walked home.
It was still early, so I invited Sarah to come to my apartment for a liqueur. She liked that idea. I was finally able to show off some of my decorating and art, although it wasn't on a par with hers.
I brought out my collection of liqueur bottles, and Sarah chose to have a Grand Marnier. We were sitting side by side on the sofa. I poured her a demi-glass, but I then took a sip of it as she watched. I turned to her and then kissed her, worming my tongue into her mouth. When she opened, I jetted the rich orange-flavored liqueur into her mouth.
Sarah moaned and deepened our kiss. She also hitched closer to me, if that were possible.
As we separated, Sarah looked at me and then squirmed onto my lap. She said, "Do that liquid kiss thing again, please."
I did, this time with a slightly larger dose of the liqueur and a lot more tongue. Our tongues dances back and forth for a bit before we separated. Sarah was right back for more kisses. She also took one of my hands and planted it atop one of her breasts outside her scoop-neck top.
A half-dozen kisses later, she said, "This is inadequate. I want you to feel me -- really feel me. I want to feel you, too. You kiss better than anyone that I've ever known. I want a lot more. And those liquid kisses turned me on like you wouldn't believe."
My polo shirt was gone in an instant, and then her top and bra. We rubbed together and then she pulled my head to her and thrust one of her generous breasts into my mouth. I already knew that Candy Sweet had large areolas with robust nipples in their center. I'd seen them every night since I learned my neighbor was a porn star. That night, however, I was seeing them first hand and not on the Internet. They were magnificent and far better than the videos.
I rubbed Sarah all over her upper body, and she pushed into me and let me know that she was happy what everything going on and especially happy with me and our skin contact. She had me suck on each of her nipples, then she had an idea.
"I used to work in a strip club. We did lap dances. Let me show you how I used to do them for my really special patrons -- the big tippers."
Sarah stood in front of me in her pleated skirt and stilettos. She started swaying to some tune only she could hear. Her breasts jiggled along with the rest of her. Slowly, she unzipped the skirt and then swayed her way out of it, leaving it in a puddle on my marble floor.
Sarah was left wearing her CFM shoes and little white lacy panties. My heart was beating faster and my mouth had gone completely dry. This truly was the most beautiful woman in the world. God, her body was perfect. She swayed and danced some more, making sexy moves, and then she peeled off her underwear in a sexy move and deposited the undies in my lap -- on top of the hard-on that threatened to rip my pants apart.
Of course, I picked them up and immediately took in her female aroma from her crotch. This was like the best perfume ever. I told her, "You smell delicious."
"Lap dance." Sarah backed onto my lap as her snug runner's ass swayed back and forth only inches from my face. I reached up and stroked part of one cheek and her hips. Where I was getting the courage to touch her, I'll never know.
