"That's all it is sweetheart." she intoned again in that honey-dripping voice. "Just a little scrap of fabric. All that's between me and you." My pussy quivered a pulse a bolt of all the possibilities of what she could do to me ran through my head at once, in an instant.
She looked at me over the dinner table. We were closer than two diners should be to eat. Face to face. Her hand on my thigh. My breath hard to catch. Her finger tips pressing into my leg, eager, mere inches from my wetness.
"I..." I began, but she silenced me before another word could escape with the most dazzling kiss I'd ever had. Away fell the world. The people. The Diner. Just her and me in a moment of bliss.
All good things... I hadn't noticed, but she'd broken the kiss and moved back. I unclenched my toes, opened my eyes and lost myself in hers. Not sure I wanted to swim out again.
She withdrew her hand from my skirt. Nails scratching gently but purposely down my warm flesh.
"Kassy, if you want to come and play, like the submissive I know you are, then come and play. I'll make sure you're first time doesn't scare you away for good. Deal?" The words took a second to make sense and for just a heartbeat I leapt. She was beautiful. Serine, austere. 10 years my senior and my boss, a fashion house VP at that. Green eyes pierced me, her tight, cream top with the impossibly deep v neck for breasts that gorgeous flashed a promise to match the words as I glimpsed hard nipples piercing the silk. "Think carefully now. We could go back to how things were, see each other on Monday like this never happen. I want you, Kassy, your stunning, and I want to eat you whole, but this is a dance for two. Come along and I'll show you how deep my rabbit hole goes."
And with that she got up from the table, edged out from the booth and without a second glance striked heel after heel towards the hostess and the exit beyond. Kassandra's head was spinning and not from the half glass of champagne Miss Harrington insisted on. Was she crazy? Could she do this? 4 weeks ago she thought she was straight. But now, now after the flirting and the ball gag she secretly discovered in her bosses desk and then the fantasies of Her... She swallowed. Grabbed her purse and followed. Her eyes down in case anyone could read her blushed face and know what was happening.
Kassandra caught up to her at the lobby. Some doorman holding the double doors as she strode out into the crisp December air. She was within touching distant, though Miss Harrington must know she was there from the clatter of her own heels speeding to catch up, and yet she did not turn to acknowledge her. She just walked over to the nearest car and opened the door and held it, without looking back at her.
"In, little rabbit."
The momentum of the promise propelled her inside. Her naked thighs on the leather, the short skirt bunched up as she slid over to let Miss H in. Door slam made her jolt back to reality. The hard, heavy metallic clunk breaking the spell.
"London and 5th".
"Yes Miss Harrington."
"And mind the bumps, my friend isn't feeling so great."
"Yes Miss Harrington. Of course."
"Rest your head in my lap Kassy. It'll help."
Kassandra was once again a little disorientated. How did the cab driver know her? She wasn't ill, wait, was she? I am feeling a little dizzy. Her hand came up to Kassy's hair at the back and went deep. Fingers sprawled sending sparks of pleasure from them. 'She smells amazing' Kassandra thought and went unresisting with the hand as it led her down.
Fingers toyed in and around, up and over her scalp. The feelings were delicious and everywhere. This wasn't what she expected, not at all, but she kept her eyes closed and face to the leather skirt as this domineering woman, her unexpected crush, showed an idle but specific care. She felt loved and safe but excited and in unknown waters. Her own nipples now were hard and grazing the fabric with every subtle jostle.
They swept around some hard corner and she felt the pull slide her away from this safe nest so pushed a foot out to stop her moving. The hand at her head swapped and the other landed at her thigh, very high. Her brace had caused her skirt to ride very far up indeed as tender fingers now stroked the exposed skin. Up and down, just a little, but always right to her crotch and never leaving her leg. She was wetter than she could remember in a long while.
Delirious from the overload of simple pleasure she mewled in wanton need and opened her legs, exposing the scrap of pink lace covering her pussy to... to Whatever! Kassandra wanted to reach down there and push it aside to allow access to her needy wetness but with her arms where they were she was pinned, lest she move and break the moment.
