The 7 Day Reawakening Of Rebecca 1

The 7 Day Reawakening Of Rebecca

Chapter 1

For the last few weeks, I've been on the phone with my friend Marie Dickinson. And she's been telling me about the almost unbelievable situation between she and her son, Steven.

Ever since she let me know about living with him in Arizona, there was more sexual tension developing between them. Not to mention the temptations she was facing in their relationship...well that had gotten my mind and heart racing about my own situation at home.

Regrettably, things hadn't been good between me and my husband, Robert. Simply put, he hadn't fucked me in months. Our love life just seemed to go topsy-turvy overnight. Not that our bedroom exploits had ever been momentous, but we did have two wonderful children. So, there had to have been some sparks that happened between us sometime, right?

And I don't want this to come across as boasting, but there'd been times, whether I was shopping, at work, or out with friends, men were checking me out. Some had been blatant enough where they'd approach me trying to start conversations, usually with the intent of asking me out for a drink. And I knew by the way their eyes would scan over me, more than that if I were willing.

From my time as a teenager, even before Robert and I had started our relationship, I'd been told by some of my friends, how envious they were of my come-to-bed looks. Fortunately I'd never had too much of a problem keeping my weight and body size reined in. And like I've already said, I'd always had lots of attention from more than a few men. Probably because my size 38d breasts stood out like a sore thumb.

Even now with me at thirty-nine years old, I'm happy that my over the shoulders length brunette hair hasn't shown any signs of graying. At least not yet.

In my phone conversations with Marie, she'd told me much about her and Steven, and where they are these days in their unconventional mother and son relationship. A couple of nights ago, she'd admitted to allowing Steven to see her fully nude.

My friend had been showering when she glanced over and noticed her son watching her in the bathroom. As far as how she felt about it two days ago, I could tell she still wasn't sure if she'd done the right thing by not ordering him to leave. What she did end up confessing was how she'd wantonly flaunted her nakedness, getting turned on by lathering up her breasts and pubic region as his eyes remained riveted to her.

But as exciting as that sounded, I didn't want to burden her with what's been happening in my life. I've always respected Marie and we've had some fun times down through the years, just like close friends should. So I did tell her some things about a coworker of mine that I had begun having an amorous liaison with recently

I first met Lisa Angelika Nowak not too long after she had hired into our company, Waxworth & Longmire. We're an advertising firm with some pretty influential clients all over the country. My role with them is what's called an 'Orientation Counselor', a fancy title for 'I help people fit in more effectively in our company.'

About fifteen months ago Lisa had been hired to do photography. One of her main jobs is when there's an off-site shoot, she's in charge of all the arrangements going along with that. From what I understood, she'd been doing a fantabulous job and pretty much everybody enjoys working alongside her. From time to time, there would be projects that we'd both be involved in. When that happened, she'd have her job to do and I would have mine, so we did have an idea who each other was. I have to say from the first time I was around her, how she spoke, the no-nonsense way she performed her duties, along with her beautiful looks, I found her to be very captivating.

She's about five feet four inches tall, with a light frame. When she wears a skirt her gorgeous legs really stand out. As far as her womanly qualities are concerned, her breasts are wonderfully proportional, 34c, to be precise. Lisa is thin, but not too skinny. Her body size is an asset helping to show off not only her waist, but the firm fine feminine ass the good Lord must have designed specifically for her.

Lisa's hair is blonde. And with both of her parents being second generation Polish immigrants, she's a true blonde. I know that because later, I would find out first hand. But she wore her hair shorter, in what's referred to as a "Bob" hairstyle. And with the way she spoke, with her voice possessing a European/Polish accent, there was definitely a hint of sexiness to it. So even before the two of us became much closer, it wasn't easy to take your eyes off of her. Yes a very good-looking woman, indeed.

Not too long ago, our company invited certain representatives to go to Las Vegas. With both Lisa and I chosen as participants. So the company paid to put us all up at the MGM Grand and it turned out to be a wonderful experience for all. Especially for Lisa and I. That's where our connection really turned into something much more than either of us could have ever expected.

We arrived on a Thursday, and we were supposed to do our work during the day, and in the evenings we'd be free to roam the city, or do whatever else caught our fancy. As it turned out, we all had our own rooms on the fifth floor of the hotel. Lisa and I were just a few doors away from each other. Thankfully, the company was willing to pay for each of us to have our own private room, so no one had to pair up with another.

The fact is, I'd always been happy about Waxworth & Longmire not minding to splurge for the sake of their employees, at least when it was called for.

Anyway, after our first day of working, we were free around five o'clock. Everyone was excited to finally get a taste of the city that never sleeps. I was on my way to my room when I heard someone speaking behind me in a European type accent, calling my name.

"Hello, Rebecca?"

I prefer being called Becky and not many people referred to me by my proper name. Well, my mother used to when she was alive, and about the only other ones were the nuisance phone callers trying to get me to buy whatever junk they were trying to sell.

"Oh hello, Lisa, how's it going?"

"Not bad, I was just wondering if you knew what would be fun to do while we're here in Vegas? This is my first time visiting, so I really don't have much of a clue about this town. When I was asked to come here for the week, I just figured it would be easy to find my way around, but now after seeing the city, I'm not so sure about that."

As my gorgeous coworker gave me a look resembling a child who was lost and looking for their parents, she asked, "Any suggestions for me, Rebecca?"

"Well, there's always the one-armed bandits at the casinos, Lisa. If you're tempted to try your luck there."

"Yes, that sounds like it could be fun. But I don't want to do it alone. Do you mind if I ask if you have any plans for the evening?"

I really didn't have much going on. I'd been thinking about just going back to my hotel room and then go to sleep. But I also knew I should phone Robert my husband, just to check in. I told him that I would call after our first day here.

"I'm needing to call home, but after that, I really don't have much going on, Lisa."

I could see the anticipative look on her face. And for some reason, I changed my mind about going out that first night. "Y'know it's been awhile since I've had some fun. Would you like to hang out with this old girl and see what trouble we could get into tonight?"

I started to laugh, and Lisa began to laugh along with me, too. "Yes, thank you. I would like to go with you to a casino, Rebecca. But as far as you being an old girl, I don't see anyone here like that. If you don't mind my saying it, I've admired you from a distance for a while now. Everything that's been said about you by those we work with, have a great admiration for you. And I hope it doesn't sound too forward, but I think you're a very beautiful woman. There's nothing about an 'old girl' that I can see in you."

Wow, Lisa had just given me a compliment that I didn't see coming from any direction. And I've got to say, it felt pretty nice to get it. My life at home with my husband was just about one grade higher than drop-dead boring. So to hear those words from a woman who I frankly thought was not too hard on the eyes, definitely put a spring in my step.

I agreed to meet Lisa at her room after calling Robert, and I had time to freshen up a bit. My husband and I didn't seem to have a lot to talk about. He told me he was at the house and that the kids, well our kids aren't really kids. Robby, our son, is 19 and Susan, our daughter, is 21, were hanging out with friends for the evening. When I asked him what plans he had for the night, he sounded a bit evasive. So I didn't pursue it and figured he'd probably just end up watching tv and then go to bed. What I found sad is when we said our goodbyes on the phone, neither one of us said 'I love you' to the other. I almost wanted to cry after that, but I didn't want my evening to be ruined just because my husband seemed non-committal of whether he loved me or not. Garnering my resolve to have a good time, I then headed to see if Lisa was ready to go, and I knocked on her door.

When I heard her footsteps approach, she said, "Who is it?"

I laughed and told her it was 'room service'.

She too started to laugh on her side of the door and asked, "Tell me, what kind of service do you offer?"

Deciding it wouldn't be too forward if I answered somewhat flirtatiously, I answered "Any kind of service you need ma'am."

When Lisa opened the door, her appearance just about took my breath away. She was wearing an elegant looking Burgundy V neck blouse and a satin black short skirt that revealed how stunning her legs were. Her makeup wasn't an overproduction, but was just right for her face and skin tone.

"Wow Lisa, you really look...fantastic. I'm afraid all the men are only going to be looking at you, tonight. Should I be jealous?"

"Rebecca, I don't think you've got any reasons to feel that way. I'm sure all the men aren't going to be able to keep their eyes off you. And I'm sure some women, as well."

Once again, she was almost making me blush with the provocative compliments she gave on my looks. But frankly, about this time, it was me who was starting to wonder if I could take my eyes off of her.

We left the hotel and walked across the street to the OYO Hotel and Casino. We'd already decided we wouldn't try to go too far since it was the first evening we were there. We each spent about fifty dollars, and pretty much lost all of it gambling. Then we stopped to get a drink at one of the bars in the hotel. And even with it being a Thursday night, there was plenty of action going on.

They had a live six-piece band playing some kick-ass 1960's rock and roll. And after we'd gotten a couple of drinks in us, Lisa invited me out on the dance floor. With the two of us standing only about a foot, or two apart, the wild dance moves I watched her making caught my attention. I'd never considered myself that much of a dancer. But with my eyes glued to Lisa as she moved her body and shook her hips to the music, I could tell she was really enjoying herself.

After about three or four numbers from the band, I had to excuse myself and go take a seat. But Lisa asked, because she found the music so freeing, if I didn't mind if she kept dancing. Telling her I didn't, I sat and watched my blonde-haired beautiful friend provocatively rocking her body all over the dance floor.

As the band announced they were getting ready to take a break, they played one more from the sixties called, "Secret Agent Man," and that's where Lisa showed she hadn't any inhibitions as she let herself go. As the guitar driven tune drove itself into our ears, the melody sang by the lady vocalist was just as sexually forceful. As the rock driven tune kept playing, it was like I couldn't take my eyes off of Lisa as she, and roughly twenty other people excitedly danced in front of me.

With her short bobbed blonde hair cascading around her face, her arms moved in perfect syncopation with the solid back and forth thrusting of her hips. As I continued to watch, our eyes locked and then she smiled at me. Drawn to the twerking of Lisa's bewitching backside, it was if she was performing just for me as her perky breasts bounced inside her blouse while she gyrated to the music. And those legs. I didn't want to stop staring at those beautiful legs of hers, barely covered by the black satin skirt rising and falling.

And it wasn't like I'd ever done something like that before, ogling another woman as she danced. But there was something about my coworker that made me much more interested in her, than I knew I should be.

After the band left the stage, with her almost out of breath, she came and took her place next to me. That gave us some time to just sit, relax, and get to know each other a little better. She told me about her love of photography, and how she enjoyed getting out into nature with her camera, to just shoot whatever seemed right to her. I asked her if I could see some of her work whenever possible. She said when we got back to our hotel, that she'd love showing me photos on her laptop computer she had brought with her on the trip. And since she was a serious professional, she'd also brought much of her Nikon mirrorless system with her, and was willing to show me how it worked...if I was interested.

After a few more drinks, it just seemed like we were old friends that were catching up with each other. As our conversation naturally flowed, I couldn't help noticing how she would look so intently at me, as if she were peering directly into my soul. Her blue eyes really caught my attention and I complimented her on them.

"I must have got them from my father. He was born with blue eyes, too."

"Oh, that's nice. I know he's proud of you today, Lisa."

"My father is dead. Both of my parents are gone. They died in a car crash."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. How old were you...when they died?"

"I was 14. That's when I went to live with my grandmother."

My heart ached for her, and I reached over and softly took her hand. I could tell she didn't mind because once our fingers touched, they interwove. And then she gripped mine even tighter, giving me a look that said how much she appreciated it.

"What was it like living with your grandmother? Hopefully moving in with her went as smoothly as possible for you both."

"I don't talk much about my life with my grandmother because unfortunately, things didn't go very smooth during that time."

"Oh, I didn't mean to pry, Lisa. I hope I haven't offended you."

"Rebecca, I don't want you to think I didn't love my Grams. She was wonderful. But there were just some things that happened. Things that aren't easy to talk about. And how could I be offended with someone as sweet as you are. I think I'm the one who's lucky to have you for a friend tonight. Would you like to get one more drink before we head back to the hotel?"

Regretting that my time with Lisa was going to come to an end, I started feeling just a little sorry for myself and whispered low enough to not be heard, "

Sure, that sounds fine. I don't think I'm drunk yet. But hey, with the shit going on in my life, I'm sure as hell willing to give it a try.

"

The waitress brought us each another drink. When we were done we went to stand up out of our seats. But I was a little disoriented as to what direction we needed to go back to our hotel. As I started walking the wrong way, Lisa took hold of my hand and began leading me in the opposite direction. As we walked along, I noticed she still had a firm hold of my hand. I've got to say I wasn't bothered by it whatsoever. It just felt right. We went along for the next few minutes, holding hands and gazing at each other, with smiles on our faces. With as giddy as I felt, I began to wonder if it was the booze making me feel that way, or if Lisa had me under some kind of spell. And if she did, I was enjoying it.

Once we arrived back at the MGM and to the fifth floor, it was around ten o'clock. She invited me to her room. We chatted for about the next five to ten minutes and then I remembered to ask Lisa about her photographs. She excitedly opened her laptop and showed me some of the ones she'd taken over the last year, or so. Many were beautiful landscape images. I could tell she really knew what she was doing. She was talking about different lenses, depth of field, and shutter speeds. Things I knew nothing about, but I could tell she did, and that she enjoyed sharing her knowledge with me.

I began to wonder what else she and I could share with each other. The last few images she showed were something I wasn't expecting to see. They were black and white shots of nudes she had done of different people. They were, frankly, quite graphic, yet artfully done.

One that caught my attention was an erotic black and white image. It was a tight shot of a beautiful Black woman kneeling before a White man, holding his large semi-erect penis in the palm of her hand. I guess what really turned me on was how close the model's mouth was to the head of his cock. I was wondering if the next shot she showed wouldn't be that same woman taking the man's cock in her mouth. And then for some reason, I wondered if she didn't have any that showed a closeup of a woman's pussy. Maybe even one that showed hers.

But I found all of her photos erotically stunning. And because it had been so long since I'd had sex with Robert, looking at them had made me horny too. So, to hopefully take my mind off of that, I confessed to her that years in the past someone had approached me about doing some modeling for them, but it never panned out. That's when Lisa said she's always looking for people who will pose for her. I then answered by saying I was sure my modeling days were far behind me. Lisa just gazed straight into my eyes and declared that she would love to get me in her studio because she thought me to be a very beautiful woman. I knew then I was blushing like a schoolgirl, when I told her she must have me confused with someone else. And it wasn't like I wanted to, but I started to cry after Lisa had given me that compliment.

"Don't you believe me, when I tell you how beautiful you are, Rebecca?"

She came around to my side of the table where her laptop was sitting, and stood amazingly close to me. She brought her hand up to my face and gently slid the backs of her fingers along my cheek, trying to wipe away the tears that had begun falling almost heavily now.

"Well, Lisa, you're about the only one who's told me that in a long time, now."

"Rebecca, you're too gorgeous of a woman for someone not to be telling you how much they need someone like you in their world."

After Lisa made that lovely admission, that's when she brought her face and lips closer to mine, and we were probably only an inch apart from each other. We just stayed that way for mere seconds, until she closed in on my mouth and touched hers to mine. I found that I couldn't move away from her. In fact, after our lips made light contact, I decided to take the initiative to bring us even closer together.

I could smell the alcohol on Lisa's breath, and I'm sure she could smell mine, as well. Yet, she didn't appear to be drunk. I would say neither of us were; however, I'm sure we weren't feeling any pain either.

As our kiss lingered, we finally broke away from it. Now we were only gazing at each other with smiles on both our faces. Then, as if the fates were guiding us, we returned to our soft caresses. It really felt so sweet. I have never in my life kissed another woman, as Lisa and I were with each other. Then she put her arms around my waist drawing me in again to her, and our kissing only intensified. I don't remember who was the first to open their mouth and introduce their tongue to the other, but once it started, I did all I could do to escalate it.