YESTERDAY:
"...and remember, I don't want you having sex with your girlfriend either." Lily said with her trademark crooked smirk as she put a cigarette to her dainty lips and blew a stream of smoke directly into my face.
"Yes Lily." I said quietly, looking down at her shoes.
"Good boy." she said, her smirk now a full on smile "this is mine," she continued as she gently patted my now painfully erect cock through my jeans, "this is mine just as it's always been, and I choose not to use it. Understood?"
I swallowed and croaked "Yes Lily."
"Good. I will see you at the Shopping Centre tomorrow at 10, now what do you say Davide?" she teased, playfully adding the extra "e" onto my name as she'd done for years (I guess to make it sound French - it amused her so I was never going to argue.)
"Thank You Lily." I replied, bowing my head slightly.
ONE WEEK AGO:
"Davide!"
I froze. I knew instantly who that charmingly posh voice belonged to, I felt my cock twitch. I turned and saw Lily standing behind me. Lily Brent, the girl who I'd worked with 5 years ago and not seen since, the girl who on our team nights out would press up to me and kiss me, who would slip her tongue into my mouth and press into me whispering filth into my ear. The girl who wouldn't have sex with me as she had a fiancΓ©, but would insist on sleeping in my bed and would tease me all night long. The girl I had been simultaneously furious/infatuated with for the 2 years we'd worked together.
But that was over half a decade ago when we'd both been 24 years old. Other than generic happy birthday messages on Facebook we hadn't seen each other since, and I'd put her out of my mind and had a girlfriend back home I was very happy with. Running into Lily in a London hotel bar wasn't the big deal it would have been way back when.
"It's so good to see you!" she shrieked interrupting my chain of thought and surged into me for a hug, I instinctively embraced her and smelled her perfume as she pressed into me. It was like being transported back 5 years, I inhaled deeply against her dirty blonde hair and neck. The intoxicating blend of her fragrance mixed with cigarette smoke made me light headed. Just as it always had. She stood over a foot shorter than my 6'1, but at bar stool level we were at the perfect height. She drew back and smirked at me, one of her hands placed on each of my shoulders. "Come and join me, I hate drinking alone."
"...ok." I stammered as she took my hand and lead me to her booth.
Three hours and too many drinks later I was really enjoying myself, I remembered how much I loved her company and how similar our senses of humour were. We talked about both being in London for work, I did feel a pang of jealousy however as she mentioned her now-husband and talked about their sex life and the things she did to him. She seemed to be studying my reactions to her tales of servicing her husband, I noticed it had got to 1:30am and decided to end the night before my envy became obvious.
"It's been lovely seeing you." I blurted out, noticing that familiar smirk on her face "I'm going to call it though, big day tomorrow."
"Oh ok Davide." she smiled "will you stand outside with me whilst I smoke?"
"Of course" I said, figuring I could end the night after a single cigarette, and seeing her smoke would fuel my self-relief when I got to my room. I always loved seeing her smoke.
Standing in the hotel courtyard, Lily lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly. She then moved closer