(Author's Note: Many thanks for everyone reading my stories. Pt 3 of Chloe's Introduction is on its way but this story came to me in something like fever dream after a few intense chats at Emily's, and i felt compelled to put it into words. I hope you all enjoy it. Many thanks to PixieHoff for taking the time to review and her inspiration and encouragement!).
The Italian restaurant Sasha's bosses had booked for them was an out-of-the-way kind of place which thrived purely on its reputation. The food was excellent, and the wine was very expensive, and Sasha's bosses were picking up the tab for a job well done.
It was the end of the meal and people were swapping seats and mingling, chatting over drinks, and laughing at little office in-jokes. Sash joined along as best she could, being the middle manager in the department and the lynchpin between the higher-ups and her own team, but she found it difficult to concentrate because of one person in the room being constantly on her radar.
Jules Danvers was a radiant woman with short dark brown hair, the sort of person who makes you lose focus on everything else in the room. Now she was stood by the bar, talking to two of Sasha's bosses, Brad, and Len. She was wearing a black, sleeveless dress which ended above the knee, showing off her legs nicely, and every now and then her eyes flickered in Sasha's direction. Or at least that's what she told herself. It might have been the wine convincing her.
One of Sasha's team, Steve, made a ribald comment so Sash turned and pretended to chastise him, much to the amusement of her team. She had developed a good relationship with them and there was a decent atmosphere of familiarity between them, underscored by a lot of respect for the way she looked after them.
She couldn't stop thinking about Jules though.
It had been over five years since they first met, on a work's training course. It was at a remote location in a hotel, and they and twelve other trainees were staying there for a week. It hadn't taken long for Jules and Sasha to hit it off, and by the last night of the course they were in bed together. Sash smiled to herself at the memory -- that sounded so quaint to what really happened. She looked over at Jules, watched as she smiled, laughed heartily at some silly comment.
"Excuse me guys, I'm just popping out...for some fresh air", Sasha said, standing and going to the cigarette machine, using her bank card to get a small pack.
She pulled on her leather coat and went outside, and round the corner, out of the sight of the large picture window at the front of the restaurant. Standing at the mouth of an alleyway, she lit a cigarette and took a long slow drag.
Jules and Sasha had enjoyed a very hot relationship- surface of the Sun hot. Jules was submissive, Sasha liked to be in control and the pair meshed together perfectly. But one day, she just.... left. Jules got a promotion which meant moving to another city, and then the pandemic hit, and both got used to the other not being around. It had been three years since Sasha had set eyes on Jules. Sasha had many relationships, one or two even managed to make her stop comparing to Jules, but they never lasted. When she saw a company-wide email congratulating Jules on her wedding, Sasha suddenly realised that somewhere in the back of her mind she'd been waiting for Jules to come running back to her. How foolish she felt, then. What a fool she'd been, she thought bitterly.
So here she was, now, a director no less, come to oversee the start-up of a new partnership. Something Sasha and her team had been heavily involved in, putting in long hours to see it through, but Jules had not said a word to her except when in the company of others, keeping away from her office and in the orbit of her bosses.
Sasha exhaled a thin plume of smoke. To hell with her, she thought. If she meant nothing to Jules, then she could feel the same way.
Except she couldn't, could she.
"Got a spare?"
Sasha turned to find Jules standing on the corner, her long black coat covering her dress.
"I thought you'd quit", said Sasha, a bit sullenly, trying to keep her emotions in check.
"I could say the same," Jules replied.
"I had...it's just.... tonight's been...."
Jules took a cigarette from Sasha and leaned her head to allow her to light it for her.
"Congratulations on the promotion, Sash darling", smiled Jules.
"Thanks...as it happens, I'd been doing the job since the beginning of the year, but it's nice they've finally formally accepted it and paying me appropriately."
She watched Jules' perfect lips purse around the butt of the cigarette as she inhaled its smoke, blowing out a thin plume into the air.
"Well, I always knew you'd -"
"What the hell, Jules." Sasha suddenly exclaimed, startling Jules for a second.
"Excuse me?"
Sasha sighed deeply.
"Are you really doing this? Office small talk? Treating me like we'd just met?"
Jules stared at her, then cast her eyes to the floor, taking a drag.
"You've come down here and commandeered this project, my guys have worked tirelessly on this, and you've treated us like lepers the whole time you've been here. And that's the royal us because we both know I'm the one you don't give a shit about."
"Sash...please, let me-"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you got married. Mrs Danvers. But even so, Jules. Are you that.... are you that embarrassed by me? By us?"
"NO!" Jules burst out.
"Firstly, I didn't' know you were here. The stupid organisation chart hadn't been updated since forever and was still showing Simon....whatshisface, the guy who retired, I finally learned. So yes, it was a shock to see my ex running the project management team.
"And, well, finding you here, seeing you, here, it awakened old memories. And you're not a leper, Sasha, you're a bloody Siren. So yes...I've kept my distance. I'm married, happily so. Honestly. Truly. She is the love of my life. And yet, I've had to keep my distance from you."
"How's that worked out for you," Sasha ruefully asked, reflecting on her own failure in that regard.
"Well join the fucking dots, Sash. I'm a married, happily married, woman and I've been avoiding my hot ex for the past fortnight. And yet here I am. Now. Talking to you. So how the fuck do you think it's going!"
Jules took an angry drag on her cigarette, expelling the smoke swiftly, then took another breath to calm down."
"So, tell me Sash, have you thought about me at all."
"Hardly gave you a second's thought. Until you turned up in the boardroom last week and now, you're all I've thought about", Sash admitted.
Jules flicked her remaining cigarette away and stared at Sasha, and Sasha stared back.
"What have you been thinking about, then?" Jules asked, stepping a bit closer into the alleyway.
"it doesn't matter", Sasha said.
"Oh, it does to me, Sash. I've thought about you a lot. About...what you used to do to me." She stepped closer. "About...what I want you to do to me."
Sasha swallowed hard. She had been thinking similar, dirty thoughts all week. She regularly masturbated at night and all of her fantasies had centred on Jules. Jules stepped closer and Sasha could now smell her perfume.
"What do you want, Jules?" She whispered, hardly able to find her voice for a second.
"I want to know.... I need to know... if you still wear it." Sasha knew exactly what she meant and slowly nodded to her. Jules stood very close to her now, her hand sliding down Sasha's inner thigh, finding the strapon latched to her leg. As soon as she did, Sasha cupped Jules' face and leant in, kissing her.
Jules kissed back, her mouth parting, those gorgeous lips pressing against hers. Sasha pushed her back against the wall, her hand sliding under the woman's hair, stroking her neck and nape as her tongue pushed past her lips. Jules moaned when she felt the thick, soft muscle enter her mouth, exploring, re-familiarising itself.
Jules slid her hands inside Sasha's coat, caressing her hips, pulling her closer. Her hands went to Sasha's belt, pulling it, yanking it loose and unbuttoning her. Sasha's trousers were pulled off of her hips, down mid-thigh, and Jules freed the thick shaft taped there. She stroked it as they kissed, her fingers sliding along its length. She put her hand on Sasha's chest and pushed her back enough to allow her to crouch down. Looking up at her ex's face, Jules took her girlcock into her mouth.
Sasha moaned loudly at the sight of Jules sucking her shaft. She put her hand in her hair and rocked her hips, making the shaft slide in and out. It wasn't long before Jules was attempting to take the whole length, tilting her head to allow it to slide into her throat. She gagged a little, coughed, but she could take the whole 8 inches of it.
Jules stood up and lifted the hem of her dress, feeding the shaft between her thighs so it rubbed against her panties, sliding under her, pressing against her, making her pant and moan for it. Sasha spun her around, her hands against the wall. Her coat pulled to one side; Sasha lifted Jules' dress up to her hips. She roughly grabbed Jules' panties and yanked them to her knees, making her moan and gasp. She spread her feet, looked over her shoulder and said, "fuck me!" with a lusty urgency, that Sasha felt in her own pussy.
Sasha's girlcock was covered in saliva and she rubbed the blunt head against Jules' cunt-lips. She leaned in hard and thrust the shaft into Jules, making her gasp again but she pushed back, hard, meeting Sasha halfway.
"Do it. Do it to me."
Sasha was in her own lust and passion now and started thrusting hard and deep into Jules. The thick shaft slid deep into her wetness as Jules pushed back again and again. It was a mini battle between the two as to who was setting the pace, Jules' wetness was running down her thighs. She reached under and touched her clit, and it was like pulling a trigger. The woman started to shake and shudder hard, moaning, panting, as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Sasha's own climax was close behind, as the strapon nub rubbed her mound and clit. She shuddered, making the shecock shaft jerk and twitch inside Jules.
They stayed like that, joined, for a moment while they panted heavily. Jules staring at the ground, Sasha checking to see if anyone was about. She slowly slid out and Jules pulled up her panties and straightened her dress.
"Come to my hotel"
The taxi ride through the city was tense and quiet, both women staring out of their respective windows, wallowing a moment of post-orgasm clarity. Sasha wondered if she should go home, forget about Jules. Again. Jules wasn't thinking such things, although she was nervous about what might or might not happen. She took hold of Sasha's hand as they pulled up to the four-star hotel, and as Sasha turned to her, she simply said, "Lobster". It was their old safe word. The signal to stop. Hearing her say it, brought the passion back to Sasha, the desire for her lover, realising that the trust was still there between them.
Sasha nodded. "Lobster it is then."
The elevator was swift, taking them to the top floor of the hotel. Jules led Sasha down a large corridor with fewer doors that on the lower levels, and stopped outside one of the rooms.
