Chapter 6
Josh opened the door and walked in the house. It was brighter than its exterior, the living room was elegant it inspired sophistication and style. He led her to the dining room table.
“You can use this table. There are drinks in the kitchen of you are getting thirsty, now food you will have to call it in. I’m all out of food.” She looked at him grabbing a water bottle and disappearing into a room.
She began organizing her papers and grabbing her legal pad and making notes, but it was too quiet for her comfort. She walked to the beat up boom box and put on Christina Aguilera’s Stripped. She made sure that it was loud enough for her to hear it but not loud enough to wake up Josh. She was trying to work but the unfamiliar surroundings were calling her to explore. She began looking at the art work, abstract and obscure. That’s when she heard footsteps. She turned around and found him leaning to the door frame, in all his glory. Oddly enough, she felt familiarity in this place, that confirmed what she suspected all along.
“You like it?” Josh asked. She nodded. “You can have it.”
She was in shock, not knowing what to say or do. “That’s not necessary.”
“Please I want you to have it.” He insisted.
“I thought you were going to sleep.” She said going back to the table and sitting down once again, but she was too distracted to go back to work.
“I had to take care of a problem and then I couldn’t sleep.” He smiled. She could only assume what the problem was; she didn’t know weather to be completely disgusted or just flattered by it.
“Are you ok? I mean is there anything I can help you with let me know.” She said, her eyes dropped to his hips, noticing the problem or what she assumed it was the problem.
“You were right; I don’t understand why I was helping Lance. Unfortunately, he got you first and I am not saying there’s anything wrong with what you did but I don’t know if I want to take it any further.” HE simply said walking back to his room.
Suddenly, she was getting a little hot. Her heart was beating fast and her adrenaline was pumping into her body so fast she couldn’t handle it.
“Wait!” She quipped.
“Red, I have…to…take…care…of…this.” He said when he realized that she was unbuttoning her shirt.
“I just want to watch you, and I want you to watch me. No harm done, we don’t sleep together we just jerk off together.” She suggested. He gave her a hard look. “Fine, this way.”
“Can I at least help you take off your clothes? At least, touch you, please.” He was aching, because he was, she obliged.
He finished unbuttoning her shirt, and then proceeded to unzip her pants. She was standing wearing a thong. She pulled his shirt over his head, undid the pants and pulled down the gray boxer briefs. She could do it, not touch him, and not let him in. He pulled down her thong, but when his finger touched her hip and the piece of garment hit the floor, she gave in and touched him. She had to let him inside her, turned on she grabbed his shaft and licked the tip making his heart skip a few beats. He pulled her up, spun her around and guided her to the bed. She could feel his hard erection pressed against her bare back “Watch.” Was all he said.
(Later that day)
She walked back into the place she called home and put down her things. Never in a million years did she think that she could be this turned on and not even be touched in the first place. That was one for the books; she recorded the experience in her journal and decided that it would be a good night to stay in, invite some friends and just relax, watching movies and drinking beer.
She called Tanya, wondering what happened after she left. A few rings later, a familiar voice answered.
“Yes, boss?”
“Don’t call me that. Anyway, I’m renting some videos, getting some food and buying beer. You want to stay in tonight?” Red asked. Tanya knew better, this was Red’s ritual when she had something to tell.
“What happened?” Tanya inquired right away.
“Are you in or out?”
“Can I bring a friend?”
“Sure.”
“Can I bring more than one friend?”
“Can they bring food and beer?”
“I thought you were taking care of that.”
“Please…if I can get someone else to go and buy it…besides I just had a very interesting afternoon.” With an evil smirk, she relived the episode in her head.
“Sounds kink-ay.”
“Oh you have no idea, hurry up! I am hungry and thirsty.” Red said hanging up because she knew she would just tell her the story over the phone and she wanted to get her reaction in person.
Her phone suddenly rang, surprised she answered it promptly.
“Tanya, I am not telling you what happened.” Not even checking the caller ID, to see that it wasn’t her assistant calling.
“That’s good because I hate sharing my private moments with the world.” Josh replied.
“Yes, I agree. That’s why I am not telling her.” She shivered as she listened to the tone of his voice.
“I’ve never…done that before. Thank you.” His hand was touching the bulge in the front of his pants. He could feel himself getting hard again.
“No need to thank me. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” She let out a sigh as her hard found its way down inside her clothes.
“I couldn’t agree with you more…where is your hand right now?” He knew but he needed to hear it, so he could see the scene in his head.
“We can’t do this right now.” She replied letting out a low moan escape her lips.
“Nobody has to know, Red.” He continue stroking with his hand, up and down.
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