NOTE: I'm sorry for all my readers, this time it took me a really long time to write a new story. As my only excuse, I can say that the last period wasn't the best at all, as for all the rest of the world, and as obvious consequence my writing routine has been affected. It's a long story too, complicated, maybe too much, so for the first time I divided it into two chapters (the next one is almost ready, it's coming soon). I tell you already, the sex come just in the next chapter, in this one you'll only find some warming up.
I can also already reveal that another story is almost completed and another one is well underway as well.
I also want to express all my gratitude to those who wrote me during these long months, supporting me and giving interesting suggestions. I'm really happy when I receive your messages, sharing your opinions and advises. Please continue to write me, leave your commentaries and encourage me.
But I also want to explain something. I don't really care if my stories are plausible. What I find amazing about writing is the complete freedom it gives you. I mean, it's just about imagination. If you can think it, you can write it. That's powerful. And since I write in first place to free my sexual fantasies (hoping you enjoy them too, of course), and that I like big tits, lesbian sex and seduction plots, in my stories I just try to put all this stuff together. I just want to write about reluctant straight girls ending up licking big breasts. I don't care if big tits cause backache or if a married woman would never cheat on her honeymoon. This is my imagination, I hope at least here we can be free.
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When her first work day finally arrive, Gwen almost couldn't control her anxiety. After all, she had recently graduated, and that, after countless internships and stages, was her first real job. On top of that, it was a unique chance, given that the architecture firm where she had been hired was one of the most prestigious in New York.
How it was possible that they had chosen her between so many candidates, all of them excellently qualified, perhaps even more than her, remained a mystery. The interview had gone well, sure, she had answered all the questions brilliantly, and she was aware of the value of her project for a new skyscraper in the Queens, innovative and visionary, but something kept whispering in her ear that it was not just for that she had been chosen.
She still remembered the day of the interview. At the end, the head of the studio, the famous Indian-born architect Kavita Kellerman, had asked her assistants to leave, so that she could ask Gwen a few questions in private.
When everyone was gone and the last of Kavita's assistants closed the door, Gwen felt herself shiver under Kavita's inquiring gaze. To the agitation and tension for the interview itself, aware of the enormous opportunity that working for such a prestigious firm could represent for her, now was added the awe she felt towards that woman whose projects she had studied and admired during the university years. The shapes and geometries that Kavita had introduced into architecture were bold and revolutionary, so soft, plastic, almost sensual, and had been a constant source of inspiration for Gwen during her studies.
Finding herself now alone in front of her idol filled her with a mixture of disbelief and terror.
Kavita's deep dark eyes rested on Gwen, who felt herself deeply scanned by that probing gaze.
"Gwen, dear, look up, you can't be afraid of me if you want to work here..."
Gwen, swallowing, slowly raised her eyes to Kavita.
Gwen owned a monograph on Kavita's works, and the biography on the back of the book was complemented by a photograph of the famous architect, so she had an idea of what she looked like before meeting her. Gwen had always admired the portrait of that determined, inspired and luminous face. She was undeniably a beautiful woman. However, now it was the first time Gwen could see her in person, and she realized that simply saying Kavita was a beautiful woman would not be enough to fully convey the charisma emanated from her.
Kavita must have been around forty-five, Gwen estimated, yet it seemed that the age, rather than wrinkles, had added charm to her face. Her Indian ancestry was evident, and her skin had a delicate caramel tone. She was not beautiful in a classic way, like those super make-up models that occupied the fashion magazines, nor in an artificial way, like the actresses who try to maintain their youth with silicone and Botox. Kavita was beautiful in a profound, total, primitive way. She had soft shoulder-length hair, black and shiny as ink, a wide forehead, big dark eyes, and a beautiful mouth, with plump lips highlighted by ruby lipstick.
"Gwen, darling, relax, there's no reason to be in awe. In fact, first of all, I want you to know that you are currently at the top of the candidate list. I was favorably impressed by the quality of your work and your ideas.... but that's not enough... ".
Gwen swallowed nervously: "W-what do you mean? Tell me what you are looking for, and if I can I will be happy to do my best to live up to it. I really care a lot about this job..."
"Gwen, dear, I'll be honest with you... even if it didn't say on the ad, the profile we're looking for is actually for a personal assistant. My personal assistant. This has both positives and negatives, I guess. On one side it would be a unique opportunity for you to learn by my side and to get to know the world of modern architecture up close, on the other side it would certainly mean making many sacrifices. You see, in this job working hours is flexible, sometimes I can have a meeting late at night, or have to stay well beyond the normal closing time to finish an important project... Conventions on weekends, abroad trips... if you accept, as my personal assistant you would be involved in all this, and no doubt your private life would be conditioned... Are you really willing to do it? Think about it... I consider myself a balanced and fair person, but I may result very demanding sometimes, and I give absolute priority to work... I would require the same from you... I see a wedding ring on your finger..."
Gwen hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip as she used to do when she was undecided about something, twisting her wedding ring. She was thinking about Finn, her husband. Gwen had dated a lot of boys in her life, but they had almost all been short relationships with little meaning, youthful adventures, which in retrospective haven't meant nothing special. With Finn, however, it was immediately different, he was a very special boy, sensitive and sweet. They got married from just a couple of years, and they were deeply in love. In the last few months they have started trying to have children, and certainly such a demanding job would have required a lot of energy, leaving her less time to devote to her husband. But on the other hand, the prospect of entering the whirling and glittering world of high architecture that Kavita frequented was very seducing, and the idea of being part of it excited her terribly... It had always been her dream! And then she knew that she and Finn were a solid enough couple to overcome any adversity, and while Finn wouldn't have been happy about it, she knew he would have accepted her decision and support her as always. He was a great husband, and they had long promised each other that they would have never limited each other in life.