Lisa
Lisa continued reading the story, her mouth watering for more, her pussy aching with each word she read and a hunger and desire filling her very being. Eagerly she went to the next page, knowing what was coming, but needing to read it as if she had no idea. Needing to keep going as if it were a drug...she was mesmerized, entranced, controlled. Her body responding to every erotic word picture that had been perfectly placed together...her hips pulsing forward, her fingers tracing across the skin on her neck, and her pussy filling with hot liquid as the storyline continued and her desire for more quickened.
Realizing that she was fully turned on and still sitting at her desk at work, Lisa got up quickly from her desk and headed towards the bathrooms. Closing the bathroom stall quickly behind her, she was so glad the doors sealed each stall in from floor to ceiling. She quickly unzipped her pants and slid her hand down between the soft plush lips of her pussy, the warmth causing a gasp and soft moan to escape her lips. With her free hand she continued reading the story as the two characters engaged in a hot, steamy, sexual encounter. With every word she read of their encounter, she slowly ran her fingers from her pussy to her clit and back, her body twinging with each pass on her clit. As the characters in the story neared climax with each other, she rubbed harder and faster, moaning softly in unison with the characters as they climaxed, and she slid down to the toilet seat. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she breathed out a controlled sigh.
Knowing that she had to return to work, Lisa quickly commented on the story, washed her hands and walked casually back to her office. Two of her employees saw her return and entered her office to discuss cases they had on their caseloads.
Once her employees left, Lisa closed her eyes and sighed. This was the tenth time she had read the same story over the course of a few weeks, and each climactic orgasm had been better than the last. She scanned back over the comment she had left, her heart pounding in her ears. All she wanted was to get through the day to the evening she had planned: she had set up a meeting with the author of the erotic stories she loved so much. She knew she had to meet the person who could control her so well through her writings.
*Several hours later*
Lisa stood in front of the full length mirror, scrutinizing her look. After several failed outfit attempts, she had settled on a simple cobalt blue dress that was smooth to the touch and shone in the light. The dress had a v-neck that plunged below the bra-line, so her round perky breasts sat free within the folds of the material. She turned to look at her butt, which was cupped perfectly by the skirt of the dress, which hugged every curve effortlessly. She looked down her toned, pale legs to the blue heels she had chosen to go with the dress, she pulsed her leg muscles, smiling at how they tightened.
Her brown hair with purple highlights sat just above her shoulders, the ends curling under subtly and softly cupping her face. She pursed her plump, red lips at herself in the mirror and nodded her head slightly in approval. She was ready.
As the Uber driver tried to discuss the weather and her day with her, his eyes clearly fixated on her through the rear view mirror, she answered each question flatly, her mind elsewhere. Her mind had strayed to the characters from one of her favorite erotic stories, the scenes unfolding in her mind as if she was reading them again. She was brought back to reality by the Uber driver opening her door and telling her they were at her destination - a fancy lounge and restaurant she had chosen for the occasion. She accepted his hand as she stepped out of the car, and she realized upon standing that her blue lace thong was warm and wet from her memories of the story. She blushed at the thought of meeting the author like that, but knew there was nothing she could do about it.
Lisa went inside the lounge and headed for the section she had described to her pen pal and the author of the stories. She sat on the plush black velvet couch she had reserved to wait. She didn't know what to expect in this first meeting, or even what the author looked like. All she knew was that the author was going to come with a red rose in her hand. She casually scanned the room as she ordered a drink from the waitress who had just come over.
A few minutes later, she looked up and her eyes locked with the stunning emerald green eyes of a woman walking towards her with a red rose. She noticed the woman blushing as she realized that she had allowed her eyes to roam slowly over the woman's entire body, appreciation across her face.
The woman wore tight black skinny jeans above black strappy heels. She wore a black and white striped shirt, the neckline barely covering her tan breasts. That was topped by a fitted blue jean jacket which perfectly accented the outfit.
"Hi, I'm Diana." The woman said as she reached her.
Standing up quickly, knocking over an iced water the waitress had brought and clumsily picking it up, she said "Hi, I'm Lisa." Her face flushed as she noticed Diana's dark wavy brown hair cascading down her shoulders like a soft cotton blanket draped over a bed.
Diana reached out and put her arms around Lisa's shoulders. Lisa hid the shocked look on her face as she followed Diana's lead and hugged her. Lisa was only too aware of the fact that her milky breasts were perfectly aligned and pressed against Diana's tan breasts. Every cell of her body awakened at the touch of Diana's skin against hers.
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Lisa!" Diana's voice broke Lisa out of the seductive alley her mind had been going down and she pulled back and smiled at Diana, noticing her perfect babydoll pink lips.
"Yes, so nice to meet you too Diana..." Lisa fumbled through her words as they sat down on the sofa. She looked at the floor as an awkward silence surrounded them. She wondered why she was so nervous all of a sudden. After all, she was just meeting a pen pal whom she had admired for months.
Diana reached out a warm, tan hand to Lisa's shoulder. "Why are you so nervous, Lisa?" Diana's voice sounded like warm coffee on a lazy Sunday morning. Lisa looked up into her emerald eyes...mesmerized by this dark haired beautiful woman in front of her. Her skin felt on fire where Diana's fingers were just beyond the shirt line on her shoulder.
"I don't know...you're more beautiful than I ever expected, and I guess it just caught me off guard. Silly really...you would think I was meeting someone for like an actual date or something and not a friend who I truly admire and want to get to know in person, because your writing is amazing and addictive and so..." Lisa's words trailed off as Diana chuckled a quiet, calm chuckle at her rambling.
Lisa looked back into Diana's eyes. "You're very beautiful too, Lisa. And you look so elegant in that dress...though your ivory white legs are what caught MY attention first." Diana looked seductively down to Lisa's legs.
