Something happened to me recently that changed me. I feel like a door to my sexuality has been opened. Maybe I was repressed, I don't know. I only know that I look at women differently now, and think of myself as a woman differently.
My story will make an impression on you as well, at least if you are excited by cunnilingus. I learned that I care about this act very much, that it can excite me like nothing else. Even now, writing these words, I feel my heartbeat accelerate and my mouth feels dry.
Here's what happened. I watched my colleague Corinne receive oral sex in the most incredible way. She didn't know I was there in the pantry, behind the double doors, where I had been cleaning up from the photo shoot that had just ended.
What makes the memory so vivid in my mind is the totality of the setting and the circumstances, the smell of fruit and spice from the pastry, the deep blue of Corinne's skirt, the neon orange of her panties. The memory is precious to me, it's a secret I have, it's anchored it in my mind, always just below the surface, ready to emerge when I get under my duvet at night.
Let me describe myself. Not that it matters what I look like, since I wasn't involved in the scene I'm going to describe, but I figure you might want to be able to picture who's speaking. I'm medium height and very skinny, with pale skin and long, straight brown hair which I wear in a ponytail when I'm working. I also wear glasses. I accept that I'm nerdy, and while people wouldn't call me sexy exactly (I don't have the best posture and have never been called graceful), I know that I'm cute.
I'm from the States originally, but had ended up in Leeds, where I work with a production company as a grip, which means I'm an expert at mounting cameras securely for complex shots. I had traveled with a crew to Denmark to film a segment on Danish pastry making.
After a tough day of filming, the rest of the crew had already left to go back to the hotel. We had used the pantry to set up one of the shots, and had moved around the bags of flour, nuts, and sugar to make room for our equipment. I was as tired as everyone else, but I decided to stay behind a few more minutes to put things back in their place. I remembered where things were, and wanted them back where they belonged. I'm precise that way.
When I had finished tidying up, I turned off the light and stood just inside the pantry, looking through the glass panel of one of the double doors into the main kitchen. Corinne was still there, talking quietly with the Danish guy who had showed us the process of glazing and filling. I can't remember the guy's name. He was not good looking, sort of unremarkable. Right away I could tell something was about to happen between them, and I stood where I was, not knowing what to do.
The scene seemed strange to me. The lights in the kitchen were mostly off, just the hanging lights over the central wooden table were on. When the light bounced off the blond, weathered wood of the table it gave the room a warm glow. There was the smell of apricots, sugar, and butter in the air. It was surreal.
Corinne and the guy were standing close together. I could see that she was in control. She had a half smile on, and was saying things to him quietly that I couldn't hear. I knew she was going to have her way with him somehow. She was wearing a skirt and was leaning on the wooden table, with her right leg bearing her weight, while her left leg was slightly bent, and she tapped his leg with her knee. I thought how attractive she was, and how lovely and smooth and shapely her legs were. The rich blue color of her skirt and top looked great with her bright blond hair and light complexion. Her eyes seemed wet almost, glazed, and they sparkled in a sexy, flirty way I hadn't seen before. I simultaneously wanted to slap her and thought about what it would be like to kiss her.
The contradictory thoughts running through my mind at this moment caused my whole being to tighten. I was jealous of her, angry at how everyone venerated her just for her beauty, despite her not being bright or talented. She was the one in front of the camera doing the interviews for our team, and no matter how bland her questions, men and women both just melted for her. She somehow had that way with people.
I was attracted to her at that moment, I'm not ashamed to say, even though I had never had this thought before. But now blood was rushing to my head, and I felt a tingling and warmth between my legs. I remained where I was behind the pantry doors, paralyzed, watching as though in a trance, knowing that something important was going to happen.
Corinne reached for a pastry from a sheet pan on the table behind them. She ate it slowly, laughing gently between bites, while the guy stood there next to her like dork, facing her completely, watching her like she was the most amazing thing on earth. I felt jealous of him. I could almost feel the contrast of the crackling buttery pastry and the tender soft apricot in her mouth. Time seemed to have slowed down as I watched her wipe some crumbs from her lip.
