The Protege - S01 E21

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The Protege - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

I was almost panting and decided to take action if I hoped for any sleep. I left my bunk as quietly as possible. I entered the bathroom and carefully peeled off the running shorts and panties. I looked at myself in the mirror as I reached between my legs. My eyes closed as my middle finger slid down the gap of my labia, the surrounding fingers sandwiched my pussy lips between them.

"Oh Cynthia, you make me so warm and wet. Oh, please touch me," I panted, confident the noise from the engines more than drowned out my voice.

My fingers slid up and down the length of my crack, not yet penetrating. I imagined her hot breath as she whispered in my ear, "Do you want me inside you Leasie?"

"Yes please..." I inserted my middle finger, "Oh Cynthia that feels so good, I need it so bad, Oohhh Yeeeess! Please don't stop, you make me so crazy... Oh, please, make love to me. I want to taste your hot cum."

I thrust my finger to the hilt and pulled it out shoving all three fingers into my mouth, tasting my own juices.

"Mmmuuhhhh," I moaned, sucking them clean. 'Tastes so good."

I thrust all three in, "That's it baby, please make me cum for you, I need it bad!" slid them back out and sandwich my clit between two of them and began to work them wildly, bracing myself on the sink. "Oh Cynthia, baby I'm cumming for you, Oh, please yes, feels so g,good. I opened my eyes with my mouth wide open, "Aaaahhhhh! Yyyeeeessss!, Yes!, Yes! Oh God yes!"

My fingers moved so fast I could hear the sloshing sound of my juices against my screaming pussy. "Cumming for you... H. hard. Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! YYYYeeeesssss!" I moaned, legs stiff and trembling. I hoped the sink could hold my weight as I lost control of my legs.

As my orgasm passed, I panted heavily looking in the mirror. satisfied and horrified at the same time.

Knock! Knock! I nearly dropped on the floor. "You OK Leasie? Are you airsick?"

"I'm OK, be out in one minute, I composed myself.

"Sure? You sound a little distressed."

I wished I had just said, "Yes a little air sick," instead of, "I'm fine."

"Just had to pee, be right out," I said, awkwardly...

I thought I heard Cynthia make a comment under her breath, "Hell of a pee." but could not be sure. Then she spoke loud and clear, "Ok, going back to bed."

I cleaned myself with some hand soap and tissues, got dressed, and quietly crawled back to bed face to the wall. She did not stir or speak, which was a relief, and eventually I fell asleep.

When we awoke, she did not say another word about it. We got dressed and the plane landed. There was a limo waiting. Johnny loaded our bags and the whirlwind weekend began. The hotel was Incredible, the suite had a living area with kitchenette and full bar. Off either side of the living were large bedrooms, each with its own double sink bathroom with walk in shower and full-sized tub.

As she outlined, we took about a two-hour nap before touring the sights of Paris. We were like two old besties having a good time in Paris for the weekend, barely talking any business. I managed to keep my lusty thoughts in check, even at the restaurant she loved so much. It was an intimate established family restaurant with all the ambiance you would expect in Paris. Saturday, we spent seven hours in the Louvre, examining every piece and discussing them all. Afterwards, we went to dinner which in itself is an event. We spent nearly three hours at the restaurant, where they even took us into the kitchen. They showed us the food they were making and we were allowed to taste it. It was like nothing I had ever experienced in the states. Cynthia had the duck confit and after seeing it simmering, I had to have the Bouillabaisse. It was amazing, even after the historical context, that it was a stew originally devised to use up parts and scraps that could not be sold at the market. I only managed to get lost in her eyes a time or two during dinner. She apparently didn't notice.

Then we walked for nearly two hours along the Seine River, in the moonlight in Paris... A dream come true.

Sunday was a day of sightseeing; the Eiffel Tower, Champs- Élysées, The Notre Dame Cathedral and two palaces. We finished the night with a late dinner and two bottles of wine. We sat on the couch for an hour, talking at first about the work day tomorrow. First, two meetings with fashion industry execs regarding pension and retirement account management, but more importantly to them is convincing Cynthia to invest in their stock as part of her investment fund's assets. The afternoon would finish off with a fall fashion show, featuring several major designers.

Then the conversation turned personal and comfortable. We sat facing one another with our feet folded beneath us, knees touching. When her perfume hit my brain, I leaned forward without thought and kissed her shiny red lips. Electricity pumped through me, so soft and warm. I breathed in her perfume and pressed my tongue into her warm mouth. She began to reciprocate, and another wave of tingling warmth washed through me. When I placed a hand on her cheek, she grabbed it and pulled it away, breaking the kiss.