The Protege - S01 E64

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The Protege - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

I value our friendship above all else and would not want to jeopardize that for anything. If I somehow got in the way of your professional or personal relationship with Cynthia, I would never forgive myself. Not to mention, I owe Cynthia a tremendous debt for helping me land the Yankee job. So, I think it best if we chalk up last night to too much wine and keep our relationship as it has been. Best Friends Forever and roommates!

I want to make it clear. I am not upset, or angry. I just want to make sure we will always be friends. I'm leaving tonight on a business trip and with your travels, we will have time to take a step back and evaluate.

Love You,

Stacey

My mind raced but as I thought about it, she was probably right. We both have had massive change in our lives and now would not be a good time to completely upend our friendship. But I did have to smile as I replayed last night in my mind. Damn she felt good!

I sent her a text

Me: Got your note. Last night was amazing, but you are probably right. Are we OK?

Stacey: It was amazing. So is our friendship. We are definitely OK.

Me: Thanks for being my friend! Gotta go, late for work!

Stacey: Naughty girl!

I breathed a sigh of relief, optimistic that Stacey and I were ok. I showered and rushed to work.

The next four weeks was a torturous whirlwind of work and pent up lustful energy. The first night in the apartment was torture. I returned home at 9:00 PM to the aftermath of the previous night. My bed a was in shambles, Stacey's scent still on my sheets. I found myself nose to the bed breathing her in.

"Stop it!" I yelled to myself. I scooped of the sheets and put them in the wash machine. I cleaned up the wine bottles and glasses. My reflection in the mirror brought back the image of her naked before me, watching herself cum from my touch.

I walked away trying to stop the flow of images in my head. The sight of Cynthia in those jeans, my first conscious thought of wanting her. The magic diamond between her ass and thighs when she sun bathed on her patio. The triangle above Stacey's glorious ass, connecting the dots between her dimples and ass crack. All those images of the women on the beach in Italy.

I finished cleaning up and opened my lap top reviewing the deno of the LVMH web site. This would become my refuge in the coming weeks. Burying myself in work was the only way to stop the barrage of lust filled images.

That first evening I was wrapping up a little after midnight when the personal cell phone chimed with a text from Cynthia. It was a picture of her in a red lace bra and panty laying on the bed in a seductive pose.

Cynthia: Woke up thinking of you.

She looked amazing. Her breasts pushing out the top of the bra and her flat belly and cute little belly button begging for my tongue. Her hair looked flawless. "Just woke up?" I said to myself. "Right."

Me: How about we forget your restrictions on me and have a phone call?

Cynthia: No chance sweetie. You owe me four first.

Me: Four weeks is torture! Going to bed!

Cynthia: No touchy

Me: Good Night:(

I found myself staring at the picture far too long. Eventually I managed to get to sleep.

From then on, I threw myself into work sixteen hours per day. I convinced Maurice and Russell to stay with me during the Australia and New Zealand swing, even though there was no language barrier. They helped keep me occupied and out of trouble. I made sure they joined me on the beach to provide a distraction for my wondering eyes during the weekend R&R.

All things considered I felt much better about my level of control by the end of the four weeks. Stacey and I kept in touch mainly by text and talked once per week. We really never talked about that night, which, I think, made us both happy. I did my best to keep communication and conversation with Cynthia, purely professional. I tried to keep them during business hours on her end so she would be less likely to get off track.

As the timing approached and we began to plan the logistics of getting together, Cynthia began to turn up the heat. I would finish up my Australian trip on a Thursday evening and fly Friday morning. That would give us the weekend in West Palm, then I would spend three days in Miami and have a one-day cruise before returning Thursday evening. I would meet her again Friday morning in West Palm Beach for a three-day weekend.

The morning of my departure I received a text.

Cynthia: Remember, you owe me four.

Me: Don't worry. I plan on paying you back in full, mind blowing, earth shaking magnitude Ms. Cynthia.

Cynthia: Payment in full up front.

Me: I will pay from the front, side, back or upside down. However, you prefer.

Cynthia: I'll be thinking about that all day. Hurry!

The jet had to refuel in LA before continuing to Miami. I left Sydney Friday morning at 10:00 AM. They are 14 hours ahead and I arrived 23 hours later at 9:00PM in West Palm. I tried to sleep on the flights, but anticipation was high. I managed to get a couple hours on each flight, but Jet lag was hitting me when I reached Miami. I texted her upon arrival.

Me: On the ground.

Cynthia: Out front.

When I stepped out could barely breath when I saw here standing with her back to me wearing those fucking blue jeans. Exactly as I remembered, painted on, carrying half way up her ass crack. Here round firm buns were possibly the sexist sight I have ever seen. Her wide leather belt strained downward in the center from the pull of her belt loop. Her ass cheeks formed a perfect smile as they met the back of her legs.

I got close without her noticing and sat my bags down. Then 1 snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear as my hand reach the inverted V between her ass cheeks. I slid my hand down and between her legs, palms up. "You rotten little tease. I told you what those jeans do to me and you wore them anyway. I cannot be responsible for my actions."

I pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck from behind rubbing her ass and pussy through those jeans. She tilted her head and exposed her neck freely. I didn't care who saw and when I breathed her perfume my pussy was engulfed with warm wetness immediately. "Solled my panties in thirty seconds." I thought to myself as I kissed and fondled her freely.

"Missed me a little?" she joked. She had a skin tight black short sleeved button-down shirt and was standing in front of a black and white Suzuki crotch rocket. Her hands were on it as if it were hers. But she could not have come pick me up on this. What about my bags? It looked brand new and had an R with GSX under it. It was a crotch rocket for sure. One of the racing bikes where the driver practically lays on their stomach while driving.

I wanted to slip my left hand in her blouse and....

She spun around and hugged me and slid her hands to my ass. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. After as long moment of, what's the right word? Enthusiastic kissing, she seemed to recall we were in public and pulled away. She held both of my hands between us, took a step back and looked me up and down.

"Damn Leasie, you look... Stunning. She smiled and her pale blue eyes smiled too. The black blouse formed to her breasts perfectly, and her nipples press against the tight fabric begging for attention.

I was wearing a sleeveless V-neck handkerchief sun dress I picked up in Australia. I had not seen anything quite like it. It had a deep v neck with a six-inch-wide lace trim on each side of the v. The lace would be best described resembling and antique white table runner. The back was a low-cut v without the trim with a tie string across my upper back that held the dress onto my shoulders.

The dress was a black fabric with a red and white floral pattern. It got the handkerchief name from the cut of the hem. It resembled a folded bandana.

There was a point at each knee and an inverted V in front that exposed just a bit of my inner thighs. It also V'd up on the sides with a point hanging down on either side in back just outside my knees. The Inverted V in back also provided a peek at my thighs.