The Protege - S01 E29

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The Protege - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

Cynthia, entered and glanced around, before stepping in behind me and pressing against we gently. 'Ms. Carmichael, You continue to impress. You have those overblown ego maniacs eating out of your hand. She pressed closer and put her chin over my shoulder and whispered as her hungry eyes devoured me through the mirror. "I can't stop thinking about you." She brought my panties to her nose and breathed me in. "I want to kiss you all over..." She moved to my left shoulder and tickled my ear with her lips. "I want to drop to my knees and taste you..."

I whimpered and closed my eyes as her hands slowly slid around my hips and down the front of my thighs. My pussy gushed with hot wetness, as her hands slid below my hem line to my bare thighs and then moves higher, pulling my dress up as they moved. I opened my eyes to see hers cutting through me in the mirror. My dress moved higher exposing more and more of me. I didn't care that someone could walk in. The feel of her warm soft hands touching me, exposing me was like no drug I could ever imagine. She pulled it up further exposing my engorged labia

"Oh Leasie, there it is. I want to taste that pretty pink pussy so bad. I want to run my tongue ever so slowly between those hot little lips... You teased me with a taste from he table, but I need it straight from the source."

"Please." I sighed trembling from her touch. Each breath that passed over my ear, stent a deep tingle down my spine that was difficult to describe. It was an intense tickle that nearly caused my back and neck muscles to spasm.

Her hands caressed my belly and slid down toward my inner thighs. I could feel her heart beat with her chest pressed against my back. "Leasie, (she took a deep breath.) I want you right here, right now."

"Take me Cynth..." There was a sudden burst of female laughter just outside the door. Cynthia's hands withdrew, my dress popped down and she spun instantly away as the door opened. It was Emma and Lena from our Investment Management Team.

"Ladies, everything ok with our Clients?" Asked Cynthia calmly.

"Perfect." Replied Emma in her French accent.

"Great, Leasie, we should get back to them." She said as she

exited.

I took a deep breath and followed, trying to look in control.

After the show, we had a dinner with the LVMH group, that was a truly European experience, it was an event that lasted over four hours. There was food and drink that was non-stop. Our jackets never left the limo. It was cleavage, flirtation, selling and manipulation. Cynthia was amazing to watch in her element. She had them all ogling, drooling and hanging on every word.

I had to admit I enjoyed it for the most part until the VP of Human Resources, got way too handsy. I thought for second he was going to feel my naked ass under the table. I played it off comically, but grabbing his hand, spinning away and delivering a mock two cheek face slap.

"Sir, I do not know what kind of girl your think I am, but you may be right. I said in a Southern Lady's accent and grinned.

His eyes widened with shock, but my grin put him at ease and he laughed, along with his colleague next to him. The rest of the room seemed oblivious, to crisis averted, even though my first instinct was to give the letch a real slap, business consequences be damned.

Finally dinner wrapped up around midnight and the clients had early meetings the next morning, so we did not need to entertain them further. It had been a very long day and I was relieved for the break. I had already had too much food and wine and fully anticipated partying into the night, so this was a pleasant surprise.

After bidding them au revoir, our team went their separate ways, leaving Cynthia and I to share a cab. I felt suddenly terribly nervous and shy like a young teenager alone with a boy for the first time. We had declared our intentions in writing in the meeting room that afternoon and despite the lustful encounter in the conference room the reality of the two of us being alone hit me like a freight train.

My heart raced. I could not think of anything to say to start a conversation. I had never been romantic with a woman and a wave of anxiety rushed through me. We were only five minutes from the hotel and a cab pulled up. She got in first and I slid into the back seat after her.

I sat looking straight ahead paralyzed. After a long awkward silence, she reached a hand to my cheek and gently turned my head to look at her. I could sense anxiety in her eyes as well.

"Nervous?" She asked with a shy smile.

I put a hand on hers as she touched my cheek and nodded.

"Me too. This is new territory for both of us. She smiled warmly. "I promise you Ms. Carmichael, whatever happens will not affect our professional relationship. And as nervous as I am, I know one thing for certain. I want to explore a personal relationship with you more than anything."

Her words caused every nerve in my body to take notice. Her eyes held my gaze and my apprehension seemed to melt away as I placed my hand over hers against my cheek. I was leaning toward her oblivious to anything around me. She leaned in and our lips met. The warm softness was like nothing I had felt before. My body tingled and I let out a subtle sighing moan.

The kiss was nothing short of electrifying. It was a rush of warmth, the engulfed me completely. Heart rate, breathing, hormones, nerve endings all intensified. Our lips melted together and our tongues intertwined magically. Before I could begin to think about anything we had arrived at the hotel. The cabby, cleared his throat to get our attention. "We have arrived Mademoiselles."

She slowly pulled away and looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Woooowwwww. She panted eyes wide. I could only nod in agreement. After a pause she continued. "Merci.' She said and handed him some cash.

We slid out of the cab and walked quietly to the elevator. When the door closed, she looked at me longingly. "I am so nervous. She gasped. "I feel like a school girl at my first dance. I want you so bad Leasie, it scares me. nodded terrified. "I really want this night to be perfect, so do you think maybe we could get showered and freshened up before."

"Yes please, I'm in complete agreement. I can be ready in 20 minutes. I said relieved.

Twenty minutes it is. She said happily.

We rushed to our bedrooms and I jumped into the shower. I tried to move as quickly as possible. I washed and shaved at record speed. I dried off, combed and dried my hair, put on a touch of makeup, perfume and the hotel robe. It felt like maybe fifteen minutes so I felt confident I would be ahead of her.