Author's note: Writing this chapter was so pleasurable, albeit highly inefficient. I worked on it in bed, on an airplane, and in a café. I continually had to stop writing because I was so turned on, I couldn't think straight. After I played with myself or had sex, I wasn't always in the mood to continue writing erotica. To get anywhere, I had to write in that sweet spot between aroused and utterly horny. Enjoy! And please vote!
By the way, I highly recommend you read Chapter 1 to get a background on Olivia and Ethan's story.
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22-year-old Olivia felt both excitement and trepidation when she awoke Monday morning. She spent her weekend sexually frustrated, unable to satisfy herself with her toys. None of the scores of men who hit on her at the club on Saturday night interested her remotely.
Especially not when I have Ethan to look forward to, she thought.
Olivia went for her usual morning run in her sports bra and tiny, tight, shorts, noting with pride how the men (and many women) stared at her with lust as she passed. As much as she tried to clear her head, Olivia couldn't help but fixate on Friday evening.
Why hadn't Ethan come upstairs?
Olivia felt her cheeks redden with the same embarrassment she felt on Friday. Olivia shook her head and ran faster, trying to focus on the day ahead. She was so distracted she didn't even notice the man with the camera following her all morning.
In the shower, Olivia carefully shaved every inch of her luscious body. And although Ethan hadn't specifically asked, she shaved off her landing strip, hoping to impress him with her bare, smooth, young pussy. She felt a tingling at the naked sensation, and she could feel her pussy moistening between her thighs.
She put her wet hair up in a towel and proceeded to lather herself with her favorite sweet-smelling lotion as she listened to the morning news. As Olivia applied her makeup, she wondered what would happen at work today.
My pussy has never craved cock like this before.
Olivia puckered her lips and applied bright red lipstick, imagining it smeared on Ethan's cock later. She then curled her hair into long, wild waves, which she knew would be irresistible. Her hair made men think of only one thing: pulling on it as they fucked her.
Olivia admired her naked self in the mirror, from her full, perky breasts down to her slim waist, bare pussy, and long legs. She turned around to glance back at her firm, toned ass, pleased with herself.
Olivia then meticulously chose her work outfit to adhere to Ethan's rules. She put on a short, pleated, navy skirt, which was 7 inches above the knee, even shorter than he had requested. Olivia sat back on her bed and lifted each leg to carefully roll up her sheer black thigh high stockings, which stopped a full inch before the bottom of her skirt. She hoped that the tantalizing flesh between her skirt and stockings would drive Ethan crazy.
Next, she chose a bright red, lacy bra underneath a tight, white button-down blouse. As ordered, she left the top three buttons undone, displaying her C-cup cleavage and sexy bra. Olivia's matching red, lacy thong stayed in the drawer; the breeze between her legs gave her a shiver and a thrill.
It turned her on so much to dress to Ethan's specifications, and she realized she loved following his orders. Her bare pussy moistened with desire. Olivia rubbed it gently as if to console it. She knew that Ethan would satisfy her. She just didn't know when. The wait was antagonizing.
She looked in the mirror again. Her tits were spilling out of her bra, and her skirt barely covered her ass.
God, I look like such a slut.
The thought was thrilling, and she grinned at her reflection. She slipped on her high-heeled navy pumps and headed out.
Olivia grabbed breakfast and a coffee at her usual place on the way to work. As she was turning around from the cashier, the man beside her dropped his wallet. Without thinking, Olivia bent down from the waist to pick it up. She heard audible gasps behind her. Olivia turned and realized she had just exposed her bare ass and pussy to the entire café. She looked up sheepishly, her cheeks flushing, and handed the wallet back. The man thanked her profusely and gave her a tight hug, smashing her tits against his chest and 'accidentally' slipping his hand under her skirt. Everyone's eyes were on her as she walked out, her hips swaying. The men adjusted their erections, and the women eyed her enviously. Olivia flipped her hair with a grin, loving every fucking second of it.
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At her desk outside of Ethan's office, Olivia sipped her coffee and replied to emails. Ethan was on a conference call with his door shut. She glanced at his schedule, and seeing that his call was wrapping up, she quickly made him a coffee (strong, black, no sugar) before his next meeting.
Her desk phone rang.
"Olivia, come in, please." Ethan was standing, brow furrowed at some papers when Olivia walked in and handed him his coffee wordlessly. He took it without a word or glance.
Seriously? Back to not even looking at me?
The rest of the day passed much like the morning. Ethan didn't say much, and Olivia was absorbed in her work. She didn't even realize it was 6pm until her stomach started growling. The rest of the office had emptied out, and like most evenings, it was just her and Ethan.
Maybe he was just waiting until we were alone.
Olivia lightly rapped on his door, feeling a little nervous.
"Should I order some dinner, sir?"
"Sushi." Again, Ethan didn't look up. Olivia was going crazy. The breeze under her skirt had ensured that she was horny and wet all day. Olivia was pretty sure her pussy had dripped juices onto her office chair. Her tits were straining against her blouse. She had never been this sexually frustrated in her entire life. All she wanted was to rip off her clothes and ride Ethan's cock until she passed out.
Instead, she demurely said, "Right away, sir," and ordered a few rolls and sashimi for them.
She set up their dinner on his coffee table and sat on the couch, her skirt rising to expose more of her thighs. Ethan sat down next to her about a foot away and started eating. Olivia leaned over to grab some chopsticks, her tits almost entirely spilling out of her bra. She was worried her soaking wet pussy would drip onto Ethan's couch.
