Layla emerged from her ensuite and looked over to where Amy lay fast asleep on her side facing the ensuite. Her pale skin seemed to glow against the black silk sheets, one lush full breast peeping from beneath the cover, its rich, juicy nipple making Layla's mouth water with the urge to taste it again.
God, she had been such an exciting lover last night. Innocent to all the pleasure that Layla could bring her, she had blossomed with each lick and caress of Layla's knowledgeable mouth and hands. It had not taken long before she had been begging Layla to fuck her, to take her and make her hers. Oh, yes, Layla's body tingled with the memories, her nipples tautening beneath her silk shirt, pussy dampening in anticipation. Even more exciting had been when Layla had taught Amy what pleased her and had allowed the young woman to explore her body as Layla had explored hers. The sex had been as explosive as Layla had imagined with her. Beneath her shy nature was a hot slut just waiting to emerge and Layla was determined that she would be the one to free her.
She gathered up her handbag and gave the sleeping figure one last regretful look. There was nothing she wanted more than to return to that bed and taste Amy over and over again until neither of them could move but she had things that needed doing. Pleasure could wait until the evening and she would ensure that it would be just as explosive as last night had been.
She gave the room one final glance, checking her cameras were still recording, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Down the stairs she pulled her overcoat on over the fine cut suit and left the house. Her driver was waiting to take her into town to where her office was located. A smile teased her ruby red lips as she thought of the morning's work ahead of her.
Amy stirred and stretched in bed, her mind pleasantly fuzzy as she slowly began to wake. Her hand stretched out across the width of the bed, a frown marring her face as she encountered a cold empty space. She stretched her fingers, wondering why she felt silk beneath her hand rather than the functional cotton sheets she normally slept upon. For a second her mind was blank but then the fog cleared and she remembered everything from the night before with a crystal clear clarity that had her entire body flushing with embarrassment. Oh, dear God, what had she done, she asked herself as she lay frozen in the bed.
Remembering was easy as her mind replayed the events of last night over and over again. She recalled how Layla had seduced her, fingering her to a mind blowing climax that had her crawling into her bed and inviting her to repeat it over and over again. Not only repeat it but also returning the favour as she had explored the older woman's exquisite body. Suckling at her full tits, nibbling on those pebbly nipples before going down and finding that exquisite pearl that had had Layla calling out such crude and filthy words that Amy had felt compelled to continue until her face had been soaked with her sweet juices.
Sex had never been so hot or mind-blowing before. Even all her fantasies with Mark had never given her this much pleasure or made her want so much more. How she would have loved to be awakened by Layla fingering her pussy or even to have woken Layla up by feasting upon those perfect tits.
Her pussy tingled, a now familiar dampness becoming evident between her legs. With a half-smile upon her face she rolled in the bed, the silk sliding against her sensitive nipples eliciting a moan to slip out. She lightly stroked her hand over her naked body, fingers caressing until they reached her tit and the nipple that stood proudly erect. The tips of her fingers stroked the aching nubbin, pleasure arcing down to her aching pussy making her squirm slightly.
She tugged on the nipple, gently squeezing the nipple, mimicking the action of Layla's mouth the night before as she had feasted upon her tits. She sucked on the fingers of her other hand before letting them trail around the other aching tip, shivering as the cool air chilled her flesh making her nipple tighten further.
Her hand pushed the silk sheet down her body as her fingers sought her wet pussy, sliding between the sodden folds as they found that tight knot of nerve endings, pleasure streaking through her body as she circled and rubbed. Amy remembered how she had lain on the bed just like this the night before, Layla's husky voice encouraging her to explore her own body, to stroke and tease, to tug and pull on flesh that burned with a level of lust she had never felt before. Her own fingers had sunk into her wet cunt, plunging and pumping as Layla's filthy mouth had encouraged her to fuck herself hard, to own her pussy, to cum so hard that her juices had squirted everywhere.
As the memories played out in her mind, her fingers moved faster, rubbing and circling her clit before finally sliding inside her pussy, pumping in and out. Her other hand tugged hard on her nipples, pinching and squeezing at the bouncing tits as her body writhed and danced with pleasure on the bed.
"Yes, oh, fuck, yes," she gasped, her hips arching as her fingers pumped faster and harder. "Oh, fuck, Layla, look what you're doing to me, making me your slut, addicted to what you've released. Ohhhhhh, God, need to cum, need it bad, wish your mouth was on my cunt, licking and sucking it as you fuck me." She pulled hard on her tit before going down to play with her clit as her fingers dove deep in her sodden pussy. She could hear her juices squelching as she drove herself onwards towards another shattering climax that had her body jerking with pleasure as she screamed Layla's name over and over again.
Exhausted she lay back on the bed, heart pounding, chest heaving. She licked her sticky fingers, nostrils filling with her musky scent as she remembered how she had tasted her fingers after coating them with Layla's essence. Her pussy tingled again as she buried her face in the pillow. Where was Layla? Why wasn't she here to share this with her? She thought of her husband, Mark, and wondered if she would ever have sex with him again. She couldn't face just doing the missionary position with him anymore. She wanted more passion, more heat, Layla.
A smile lifted her lips as she wondered whether her stuffy husband could be persuaded to share their bed with his mother. If he could let himself go she had a feeling the sex would be off the scale for Layla would not allow him to be repressed. Oh yes, she thought, her blood starting to heat again, sex with the two of them would be amazing, mind-blowing, addictive. She might never leave her bed again.
With a smile on her face, fingers lightly caressing her pussy, she drifted off to sleep where she dreamed of Layla riding Mark whilst she rode his face as Layla sucked and bit her tits.
Layla's city centre office was on the top floor of a modest looking ten story office block. Different companies rented the various floors ensuring an anonymity to those who came and went which suited Layla. Few people visited her suite on the tenth floor, a level shared only with another company. She pressed her card to the digital scanner and tapped in her access code to release the door and entered the suite. Two doors on her right led to the restrooms whilst a door on her left led into the kitchen and break area. Ahead of her sat the reception with the doors to the smaller offices leading off behind her.
