This is not just a sex story. It's a love story, with discoveries, first times and lots of sex. It more or less wrote itself, so both characters get their say; I hope it works. I didn't want any gross exaggerations of giant breasts and genitals, movie star looks, etc. but I did want it interesting - and fun. Of course any constructive comments and compliments are welcome. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing! I've always felt I could write, and Literotica has given me the push to put it out there, so thanks for that, and thanks for reading.
This is part of a four-part series. It should stand by itself, but will make more sense if read in the series.
"I've had it, Lilith."
Asher pushed himself back. The computer chair rolled easily from his desk. In front of him, on one screen a gust of wind transformed itself into a sleek car, over and over again. The other screen was a jumble of YouTube clips, half-read emails, Google and the control panels for his animation software.
"It's a beautiful evening. I've actually made some progress, for once. The client actually likes the storyboard. I'm quitting while I'm ahead."
Lilith looked up from her desk, and took in the rough brick walls and polished floorboards of their studio office. The Mondrian poster. The clean lines of the modern furniture. The odd shaped windows letting in the colours of the evening sky. She still couldn't believe it.
Two months ago, nothing. Nothing, but a need to leave the country town she had grown up in, and two phone numbers from the big city. One call led to another, and somehow, here she was, temping for an animation agency. Well, "agency" was a bit strong. The agency was just Asher. Brilliant, witty, creative, and hopelessly disorganised Asher. His main work was animations for TV advertising. Mops that did the work for you, signs that were happy to see you coming into the shop, delivery vans racing with your parcel. He had just won a big contract with a car manufacturer, and now it was critical he get properly organised.
Lilith had arrived at just the right moment. A range of casual jobs had given her the skills and initiative to rescue Asher's office system. She set up a calendar that reminded him to be ready for meetings, instead of remembering them half an hour after they had started. Emails got replies. And on the phone, her cheerful, self-deprecating style won over many an angry caller.
Asher was more than grateful. And there was something about Lilith. She walked so lightly. She moved easily, and had a way of putting her head to one side as she smiled, that lingered in his mind. He loved beautiful things. He used a Mac, mainly for its clean design. His work always had that extra touch of beauty, and Lilith, Lilith had that extra touch as well. Asher found himself admiring the curve of her shoulder or breast, the grace of her walk, her womanly fragrance. And sometimes he saw something else in her eyes. A smouldering fire, untapped energy.
He was always the gentleman. He viewed her as an attractive desirable young woman (early 20s?), but unhappy relationships had left him nearly 30, single, weary and wary.
Lilith gazed at Asher, noting yet again his unruly hair, fine features and beautiful hands. Although technically her boss, he was so courteous and appreciative of her work they had quickly become good friends. He was even introducing her to friends as "my rescue party", and was starting to give her some of the animation work as well as the office jobs. He was good-looking, fun and he respected her brains. She still couldn't believe it.
He was also a terrible flirt. When he smiled his beautiful smile, and raised one eyebrow, Lilith knew his suggestive comments were all good fun. And she could give it as well as take it. they enjoyed each other's company a lot. "A good laugh every day, or your money back." Asher would say. Sometimes it was "A good laugh every day, or your clothes returned." And there was something about Asher. Sometimes she saw something in his eyes, a passion, a need.
"I'm walking out of here, I'm going down to the beach, and I'm going to enjoy the sunset and a good coffee. I've a strong suspicion the work will still be here when I come back, so I'm not going to think about it, or even your tender gaze. Any plans involving the boyfriend?"
Lilith was slightly taken aback he had caught her staring, but returned the service. "Oh, I've told him to have dinner ready for me. I think butter chicken on a bed of rice. I said if there was some nice cold champagne, he might get lucky on another bed."
"Lilith! I hope the poor boy has been taking his vitamin pills! You are full of surprises."
"I like surprises. In fact he gave me quite a surprise just the other day. I was bending over getting the lettuce out of the fridge, when he came up behind me."
Asher was startled now. His eyebrows shot up.
"I didn't realise how ready I was for him. Luckily I had on just a short skirt and no panties. It was fantastic. I think we made quite a bit of noise."
"Lilith! I can't believe I'm hearing this."
"It was wonderful. The only problem is, we're not allowed in that supermarket ever again."
A moment of charged silence. Then Asher threw back his head and roared with laughter. It was an old joke, and he had been absolutely taken in.
"Oh, oh Lilith! You had me completely!" there were tears in the creases around his eyes. "I was yours to take! Owned! Lilith, My life is richer for knowing you." Asher shook his head and chuckled.
Lilith for her part, was in a swirl of emotions. Her racy story was further than she had gone before with Asher, and perhaps further than was wise. What had come over her? Even now, she was feeling a stirring inside her, after putting herself bent over in the supermarket fresh fruit department. And the words he used...
She recalled earlier that week. The big contract's first payment had come in, and life looked good. Asher had got out his Yamaha keyboard, put it into computer's sound system and played a soaring Keith Jarrett improv. Lilith was transfixed as the music washed around her. She found herself staring at his face as he stretched his fingers over the keys. Then he had looked up, their eyes had locked, and the music had seemed to almost melt away. She felt a warm urging below her waist, a tingling. When Asher stopped playing she tore herself away and ran to the toilets. Sitting by herself with her panties down she ran her hands over her thighs and up into her pussy, imagining his fingers going there, feeling the soft damp folds and their moisture. What had come over her then?
"Er, Lilith? You seem to be stuck somewhere. Computer off. Go home. Boyfriend. Champagne. He's a lucky man." The last sentence Asher said under his breath. "I'll lock up. You need to get home, I think."
Lilith started, shut down her computer and found her bag and her shopping. Her treat for herself was some new clothes, her first venture into the inner city boutiques, and the oversize paper bag beckoned invitingly.
