1 comments/ 47314 views/ 5 favorites Dinner with the Boss Ch. 02 By: smhgirl2002 Removing the cap from my red lipstick and applying a thin coat on my soft lips. Checking my reflection in the bathroom mirror and smiling at the attractive reflection smiling back at me. Running my fingers once more through my long blonde hair, I head downstairs, grab my car keys, and hurriedly make my way to the garage. As the engine kicks over and my car comes to life, my mind drifts back to three days ago, Christmas day. Semela's voluptuous curves, delicate fingers, warm smile, and of course that special sparkle held deep within her dark eyes. My eyes happen to glimpse the time on the radio and I throw it into drive and speed off up the street. Ten minutes later, I anxiously walk into the shop and try my best to disguise my initial shock. In front of me stood Jonathon, the assistant manager. Where is Semela I wonder? I walk into the backroom and find myself alone as I hang my leather coat on the back of the bathroom door. I look at the schedule and sure enough Semela was scheduled to be here. Jonathon makes his way to the front of the shop and stands quietly observing the customers. Finally he informs me that he would indeed be working this evening. Apparently Semela had called in at the last minute stating she was using a personal day. Referring to my feelings as disappointment would be a gross understatement. Worry also accompanied my new misfortune. It wasn't like Semela to miss work especially last minute. I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps her and her husband had gotten into a fight that morning? Luckily the shop was buzzing with activity most of the day, keeping my mind involved in my work instead of worrying about Semela. The shop phone rang as I headed out for my break. I quickly answered it, hoping it would be a short call because I was hungry and needed a break. The person requested precise directions to our shop as he was unfamiliar with this part of the town. I gave him the best directions I could offer and after a sarcastic comment he hung up on me. "Can't wait to meet him later in the afternoon," I thought to myself. The phone rang yet again and I answered it immediately thinking it was him again. The caller hung up after I said our required greeting leaving me to listen to the dial tone. I hung up and headed out of the shop to grab some lunch thinking my directions were helpful enough for the gentleman after all. Slipping my cold fingers into the leather gloves as I walked out of the shop at the end of the day, I started across the parking lot to my car. I certainly am not one for the front parking spots. I prefer to park out in the middle of nowhere, the north 40 as I refer to it. Although I must admit, on cold nights such as this, I wish I had parked in the front spot. Halfway across the parking lot, light splashes over me and I realize a vehicle is behind me. I turn around and the small car stops. Straining to make out the model of the car, they turn their headlights off and I realize it is Semela's car. I walk to the passenger's door and knowing it would be unlocked, I quickly open the door, slide into the seat and close the door. Semela doesn't say a word, just puts it into drive. We drive past my car and leave the parking lot altogether. After awhile we end up at a nearby park and Semela pulls up alongside the curb and shuts the engine off. I look out into the night, the moon shining brightly. For the first time that evening, I look over at Semela. Oddly enough, I wasn't a bit surprised to see her dressed in a business suit as I had requested before leaving her home that day. "It was you on the phone wasn't it?" "I had to see you again," came the reply. I leaned over and ran my fingers down her cheek, her eyes closing at the feel of the cool leather. "You took a personal day because of me?" "I couldn't see you at work. That afternoon was amazing. I haven't felt that good for a long time, I felt certain feelings that I thought I had shut out years ago. I couldn't wait to see you again and talk to you, but I had this fear. I don't know, I thought if I saw you at work, all of this would be lost. I would feel as if I was waking up from a wonderful dream." Her eyes looked deeply into mine as she confessed her fear. "You look beautiful." "Thank you," I replied. My fingers quickened there pace on her soft cheek. Her own fingers wrapped around my index finger as she took my finger into her mouth, sucking on the leather material. I felt a deep stirring within and softly gasped at the contact. She pulled her head back and seductively stripped my glove from my left hand. "Your fingers are still a bit cold dear," she teased as she placed now two fingers into her mouth and gently sucked. I used my teeth to pull the glove from my other hand so I could push her head back and kiss her while my hands traveled across her suit jacket. The material of the jacket only fueled my desire. Our tongues danced wildly together, little moans escaping every few seconds. We finally pulled apart and I began unbuttoning her black suit jacket. Underneath the jacket she wore a silky white blouse. I couldn't help but stare at her chest. Not only was she wearing such a beautiful blouse, but also a black bra underneath the white material. Semela laughed as she watched me stare at her chest, knowing I wanted to kiss and lick her breasts. Semela pushed me back in my seat and there I stayed, feeling as if I was suddenly paralyzed. At that very moment I couldn't move, all I could do was watch. Semela removed the jacket and began loosening the blouse as my hungry eyes looked on. Within seconds, Semela opened her blouse, my eyes glued to her cleavage and sexy black bra. This bra was different from the one she had worn the other afternoon and surprisingly, it turned me on more than the previous one. Her delicate fingers began tracing her breasts, quickly moving across the center of each cup. I licked my lips unconsciously when her manicured nail dug into the top of her left breast and ran down leaving behind a fresh, red mark on her delicate flesh. Suddenly I grabbed Semela and my lips crushed hers with such intensity. Her fingers unbuttoned my leather coat and she helped me rid myself of it and it fell to the floor mat. I pushed the passengers seat as far back as possible and Semela moved the steering wheel up and climbed over onto my lap. I found the clasp to her bra and quickly undid it, leaving the bra and silk blouse to fall between us. My hands groped her breasts, my thumbs stroking her hard nipples every few seconds while we continued kissing. Semela moved so she was able to straddle my leg, her pussy resting on my thigh. As she began pushing her pussy harder against my thigh, I drew back so I could suck on her nipples. The car filled with pleasing sounds. Semela moaning continually and the sound of me sucking harder on her nipples while she continued to grind against my thigh. "No more teasing," she breathed heavily. "I want your fingers inside of my pussy, I want to feel you." I readily obeyed and seconds later, I maneuvered my fingers into her soaked panties and to her inviting pussy. My fingers slid easily inside of her and I watched as her eyes closed once again and her mouth opened slightly. "Fuck me," she ordered. I stroked her inner walls, my pussy now openly drooling with my own excitement. Once my thumb caught her throbbing hard nub, she began humping my hand, focusing on her oncoming orgasm. I felt her body shudder as she rode her orgasm out, my hand covered in her sweet juices. I held her while she remained like that until she slowly raised up a bit so I could pull my hand from inside her pants. I brushed her own juices on her breasts and then slowly kissed and licked them. "What are we doing?" I asked her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and continued sitting on my lap much to my enjoyment. "You are an employee of mine, a friend of mine, and I definitely wish to have you as a lover." I grinned as I realized our relationship would be that of lovers and friends. "Let's go back to the shop," I suggested with a daring smile. Her eyes sparkled and quickly she began climbing back over to the driver's side. Dinner with the Boss Ch. 03 My hand quickly grabs the white blouse just as Semela begins to look for it. "Give me my shirt," she says smiling. I lean back in the seat and cross my arms, her silky blouse resting over my arm. "Beg," I reply simply. I'm barely able to pull the blouse out from her grasp in time. I narrow my eyes and teasingly shake my head. Semela's eyes lower, temporarily defeated. "Please give me my blouse." I hand over the blouse and she tears it from my grasp laughing. I couldn't help but giggle. "See, that wasn't so hard." Semela looks at me, her eyes seeming to hold a question in mind. Her question goes unasked as she buttons her blouse, leaving a few undone in my favor. "You drive," she says unexpectedly. I am not even able to get a word out to protest by the time she throws open her door and is walking to my door. I throw open the door and her and I switch sides. I turn the key and pull away from alongside the curb. Her hand gently rests on my thigh before slowly advancing up. My breathing becomes quicker the higher her fingers rise on my thigh. I exhale loudly as her hand arrives to the crotch of my jeans. "Are you paying attention to the road?" "Trying," I whimper. Semela's fingers keep moving up until she arrives at the bottom of my shirt. Slowly easing the bottom of my shirt up, her fingers lightly brush against my tender skin and once, even dipping directly into my belly button causing my right foot to push down harder on the accelerator. We arrive back at the shop in record time and I jump out of the car and make a near dash to the passenger side. I throw the door open and grab Semela's hand helping her out of the car. Several steps away from the entrance door, I tell Semela to get her keys ready. I grab them and briskly open the heavy door. I don't even bother to lock it. I immediately force Semela back against the door, my sexual need at its greatest. I unfasten my belt and let it crash onto the floor, the sound not even causing me to blink. I undo my pants and grab Semela's hand, forcing her fingers into my panties and moan loudly as soon as her cool fingers make contact with my warm, dripping pussy. Her fingers gently flick my clit, and within seconds my knees begin weakening. Suddenly, her fingers move to my cleanly shaven mound. As great as the feeling was, I needed her fingers fondling my clit. I look deep into her eyes, constant whimpering the only sound I'm able to manage. That special sparkle I love, now so clearly present in her dark eyes. I almost cum from that look alone. As her fingers continue caressing my smooth mound, her other hand moves to my face, pushing a piece of my blond hair behind my ear. "You know that little game you pulled on me in the car?" she asks firmly. "Mmmm yes…" "You enjoy exhibiting complete control don't you?" Her fingers slowly slide back down to my pussy. "Ohhhh god yes." Her powerful fingers stop and she withdraws her hand completely. I groan in frustration as well as a bit in confusion. "I understand why you like to remain in control dear, but I happen to know you would prefer to be submissive. My submissive." I stare at her disbelieving. I had never been in this position before and in all honesty, I wasn't quite sure I knew how to respond. Semela turns and walks towards the back of the shop, away from me. I remain standing, not sure if I was supposed to follow behind or not. Near the back, Semela stops and turns to face me, a perceptive smile on her beautiful face. "I can give you everything you need and crave. You can't deny your feelings for me much like I can't deny what I feel for you. You crave an older woman who can love you, protect you, yet at the same time be a good friend. Nod if you agree." "Ye…" I quickly shut my mouth and slowly nod my head instead. A few seconds tick by slowly, my faltered breathing the only sound. "Come here." She snaps her fingers and points to the floor just in front of her. I take my first step and she stops me. "On your knees, crawl to me." I stand there momentarily in a daze. Finally the submission I never knew I possessed overwhelms my entire being and I quickly fall to the floor on my hands and knees. I begin crawling, my knees already hurting a bit by the time I arrive by her feet. Her firm, yet loving hand grasps my arm and she easily helps me to my feet. "We will begin slowly." Her finger brushes my chin and raises it a bit so she can look into my glossy eyes. "We will not always be together in this manner, you will know strictly by my demeanor at the time. Do you understand?" "Yes….Miss," I reply hoarsely. Just as I answered, her fingers dove into my pants and her now warm fingers resumed contact on my hard clit causing me to jump as my excitement rushed back to me. "Call me Semela," she said as she forced me back against the counter. My hands gripped the edge of the counter for support as my moans flooded from between my lips. Her fingers worked there way inside of my pussy as she vigorously fucked me. Knowing her only concern at this moment was bringing me pleasure, I wrapped my arms around her back, eagerly moving upwards beneath her blouse. My hips started rocking, keeping rhythm with her delicious strokes. I leaned into her, Semela placing her other hand behind me on the counter supporting us both while my nails dug into her back. My nails leaving deep marks on her back, I bite my lip and then out of nowhere scream as my orgasm engulfs my entire being. My whole body forcefully shakes against Semela, while she steadies the both of us. She removes her fingers from my pussy and licks my glistening juices. Even after that satisfying orgasm, the sight causes a stirring in my pussy once again. Knowing this, she presents her fingers to me. "Suck them dear." I couldn't help but briefly hesitate as I considered my new position. I never thought I could be the sub for an older woman yet the very thought turned me on so much. Whether as my mistress or just as my lover, either way Semela would remain in my life. Suddenly a single sexy thought crashes into the front of my mind. Semela as my Mistress one day at the shop during business hours… "Ohhhhh," I moan as she guides her slick fingers into my eager mouth. Dinner with the Boss Ch. 04 During Semela's week off, I keep myself entertained at the shop by playing the handheld poker machine and engaging in light conversation with customers. A half a hour before the shop was due to close, the phone rings. I quickly make my way to the back to answer it. For the first time, I wasn't scheduled to work with another. I was completely alone in the shop. I grab the receiver and not truly understanding why, remain silent. The person on the line also stays quiet, probably expecting me to say the required greeting. After a few seconds I whispered, "I miss you." I hear soft laughter and knew it was Semela. "It's only been five days dear, but I miss you too." "How is your week off?" I ask suddenly giddy. "About to get a lot more stimulating." A customer walks into the shop and begins rudely shouting, "Do you carry..." "No!" I respond immediately. Again I am blessed with her laughter. "You know the safe in the back?" "Yes," I reply. We have two safes in the back of the shop, one that only managers and I know the code to and then one that only Semela knows the numbers too. Nobody else knows what is in there although we speculate. More than likely, just business reports and other important documents concerning the business that Semela wishes to keep safe. Although I have always imagined a giant vibrator in there that she uses after hours, but that might just be me. "Once the shop closes, go into the back and open the safe. Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often. Here's the code...See you soon dear." The line disconnects and I am left standing behind the counter wondering if my speculation was indeed true. I stare at the clock and with only ten minutes left, I go ahead and close the security gate. I spin the appropriate combination and throw the safe door open. Sure enough, a pearl white vibrator was on top of a pile of brown folders. "Ohhh god," I moan as I pick up the thick vibrator. It was at least eight inches long and so thick I was already doubting I could take it in. With her final words reverberating through my mind, I slide my black pants off and tear the damp thong from my body. I push the papers and notebooks aside and sit on top of the brown desk top. "Since the first day you started working, I have had to use it often." I turned the vibe onto medium and slowly inserted it into my pussy, my walls stretching to accommodate the thick monster. My mouth opens wide, yet no sound escapes. Once my pussy was wet enough, I began working the vibe. Within no time, I was fucking my pussy hard. "Fuck me baby, oh please let me cum?" I envisioned Semela squatting between my legs bringing me to the edge and stopping for seconds at a time, my juices pooling out between my swollen lips. I looked directly between my legs and nearly screamed, "Please?" After sucking the vibe clean of my juices, I started walking to the bathroom to wash it, but upon reconsideration, I put the warm vibe back into the safe and locked it. While placing the papers back neatly on the table, I glimpsed next week's schedule. I quickly grabbed it and my breathing stopped when I realized Semela and I were alone on Tuesday night. My mind wandered as it tends to do. "Mistress?" I asked into the silent room. Late Monday night, I received another call from Semela. This time the number was her cell phone number. "How did you get along in the back by yourself the other night dear?" My mind instantly returns to that evening. How it felt to have that huge monster inside of me. "It was wonderful, thank you." I wanted you to know exactly how you make me feel." "You felt amazing inside of me. "You don't know the half of it dear, but I guarantee you soon will." I was surprised to hear her hang up. She knew what she was doing to me. Keeping in contact, yet only briefly at a time. Just enough to get me stirred up. I couldn't help but wonder what she held in store for me. I walked confidently into the shop the following evening, my hair bouncing in a high ponytail. I had carefully chosen my outfit. My tan pants that fit snuggly and accentuate my ass. My simple black shirt went perfectly with my pants, but this time I only buttoned two buttons. I figured if there was any night I could get away with showing off my gorgeous breasts, this was it! I stopped cold as Semela stepped out from the backroom. Another black business suit, but this time the jacket also consisted of pink stripes. The stripes helped draw attention to her breasts as well as making her appear slimmer. My eyes moved slowly over every inch, every delicious curve of her body. Without taking my eyes away from Semela to see if any customers were nearby I say, "You're beautiful." The pen that Semela had been holding fell to the floor beside her and I immediately bent down to pick it up. Her hand firmly smacked my ass as she said, "Get to work." I licked my lips and softly moaned at the unexpected contact. The first hour of the shift was nearly like all others. I had to greet the customers and sell, but unlike other shifts, Semela wasn't her usual fun, easygoing self. She remained close by, almost always behind me only a few feet, constantly watching me. After relaying the benefits of our newest product, I went to the register to ring up my sale. As the woman was busy writing her check, Semela came up beside me with more sacks to place under the counter. As she bent over, I couldn't help but look at her. My gaze was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat and I quickly snapped back to reality and grabbed her check blushing, to process it. As Semela bent over to restock our smaller bags, I kept my eyes on the woman trying to keep myself from another embarrassing encounter. Suddenly, I felt Semela's elbow push against my pussy. I groaned loudly. Semela had raised her arm while replacing the bags, her elbow therefore in perfect position. The customer raised her eyes astonished, not aware of the intrusive elbow at my pussy. I practically threw her receipt at her and she hastily left the shop. "What was that?" Semela demanded. "I, I..." "Go to the back now." Her tone, full of authority turned me on so much. I immediately followed her order and she was right behind me. Before the door had even shut behind us, her hands were all over me. "How dare you startle one of our customers, that is bad for business do you understand me?" "Ohhhh yes," I moan. "And your attire, do you really think this is appropriate for work young lady?" "No Mistress," her hands trailing under my shirt, cupping my breasts, fingers gently flicking my hard nubs. "Do you always leave home without a bra or do you only do it for me?" "Always for you Mistress. I want to look sexy for you." Her full lips inching closer to my own. Her perfume intoxicating me, preparing me to submit to her every desire. "Get back to work," she breathes heavily into my ear, the gentle breeze causing shivers. "Right away Mistress." It takes everything I have to pull myself away from Semela, from my Mistress. I walk back out into the shop in a daze. Semela remains in the backroom much to my dismay. Our shop filtered out and soon I was alone. I was deep in my own fantasy that I wasn't aware of the back door opening. A hard slap on my ass gets my attention. I quickly turn to Semela who is grinning a wide grin. She is fully aware that she has me right where she wants me. Unfortunately, a man walks into the shop just then. Semela smiles brightly at him and asks if she can be of service. He informs her he just wishes to browse. She returns her attention on me. "Oh dear, you have something on the corner of your mouth." Her fingers run along the corner of my mouth and then quickly across my lips. With that, she turns and walks away swaying her hips confidently. I lick my lips savoring her touch and surprisingly, her taste. I smile when I realize she had been fingering her delicious pussy in the back this whole time. Just before closing, Semela disappears into the back. I rush the last few customers and close the security gate a minute early. Semela returns and closes up. I stand and watch her every move. "Count the money young lady." Her fingers run across my cheek as I try to concentrate on the money. "Despite your inappropriate clothing and embarrassing a customer, you did quite well." "Thank you Mistress. I am glad I pleased you." "Now it is time to please your Mistress even more." She pulls me to her and kisses me roughly. My body melts at her contact. She grabs my hand and forces it into her pants. I stiffen at the contact. Mistress was wearing a strap on! "I told you, you would soon know how wonderful I felt inside of you." My eyes grow wide with excitement. "Really?" I say not knowing at that moment what else to say. "No I'm kidding," she teases. She slowly removes my pants and matching thong. Her finger runs over my pussy. She sits me up on the countertop and steps in between my legs. She takes my hand once again and directs it to the button on her pants. I quickly unbutton her pants and with a deep breath, pull them down her lovely legs. I stare at the strap on, my pussy abuzz with excitement. "I love it," I exclaim. Semela steps even closer in, the tip pushing against my pussy. She slowly slides it into me. "I knew the other evening would help prepare you for this," Semela reveals. Realization hits me. So that was what the other evening was all about, in preparation for this. Once it is all the way inside, she slowly pulls it out and then back in causing me to moan. She slowly builds up speed and my arms wrap around her and pull her even closer. Her left hand pulls my hair tie from my ponytail, setting my long hair free. As Semela picks up rhythm, my hands move down her back and grip her ass. My body began moving in time with her strokes. Her eyes were shut tightly, the base of the strap on rubbing her erect clit. "You are amazing," I moaned. Semela's hands gripped the countertop and she moaned as her orgasm engulfed her. I held onto her tightly and I was shaking only seconds behind her. She began stepping back, but I quickly grabbed her. "Stay inside." Her fingers run down my cheek, "I'm not going anywhere dear," she whispers. Dinner with the Boss Ch. 05 "Leave a message at the tone," an automated voice said and I quickly hung up. "Where is she?" I wonder to myself. My mind plays through the delicious memories from Tuesday night. As she held my lithe body tightly against her, the warm strap on dildo still comfortably inside of me, Semela told me she had another surprise for me. Her husband was gone until late Wednesday night which left her and I alone for the entire evening. We left the shop shortly thereafter and I anxiously followed her to her home, each red light we hit frustrating me a bit more than the last. My arms wrapping around her waist before she even had a chance to close the front door. "I want to thank you for this evening. I have never felt so good," I had whispered into her ear. Eventually we found our way to the bedroom and I finally got the opportunity to show my appreciation. Semela's beautiful legs wrapped tightly around me as I forced myself harder against her, the fake cock completely inside of her, her juices flowing endlessly. Four days had passed in silence and now I had my own surprise for Semela. I dialed her cell phone number one last time and waited until that annoying robotic voice picked up. I hung up and walked to my car. Twenty minutes later, I parked a block away from Semela's house. I didn't know if Drew was home or not, so I decided I had better be careful. I walked over to her block and cautiously approached the house. Through the large front window, I could see lights shining brightly on the main level. I looked around at my surroundings, thankful it was nighttime and decided to wait a minute and hope for some luck. Within minutes, I saw Semela walk by heading to the staircase. I ran over to the front door and softly knocked in case Drew was upstairs. A few seconds later, I knocked again and the door finally opened. "What are you doing here?" Semela's face beaming with surprise. "Thought I would stop by, is it okay?" Her face expression suddenly changing, her eyes dropping. "Drew is upstairs in bed. He's not feeling well." "I tried calling you." "He took my phone. He thought I seemed in too good of a mood Wednesday night when he returned and he knows it was not because I was happy to see him." "I have a surprise for you, when can we be together?" Suddenly we heard the sound of a toilet flushing and then running water. "You have to leave," Semela said quickly. "I'll arrange the schedule so we work together next week okay?" "No," I immediately said. "It has to be outside of work." A smile played upon her lips. "Meet me tomorrow at Westbrooke around 5," I quickly said. Semela reached her hand out and I took it and gently squeezed it. Our eyes locking, minds racing. "Semela!" Drew's voice bellowed. We quickly snapped back to reality and she withdrew her hand as if she had been bitten. "Tomorrow at five," I whispered. "I'll be there." My heart ached as the door shut and I heard her lock it. At least I knew she would soon be near me. The next day right at five, she pulled up alongside my car in the parking lot at Westbrooke and I motioned for her to join me. As she closed the passenger's door, I asked if she was okay. "Drew doesn't know does he?" "I told him I had to work tonight because Rebecca called in sick. He wasn't too happy, but he does understand that comes with the job." I leaned over and placing my fingers on her chin, pulled her face closer. Our lips only centimeters apart I whispered, "I missed you." "I'm here now," her breathing already faltering in anticipation. Her own hands reaching for me. I pull away and start the car, a look of confusion on her beautiful face. "Onto my surprise." The trees and buildings pass by as I drive. I stop at a red light and smile at Semela, her hand reaching out taking mine. I give it a gentle squeeze. We remain hand in hand until I pull into the parking lot of the motel. A wicked grin passes her lips and I hop out and open the door and help her out. I had made the reservation earlier and had already been in the room to prepare. I lead Semela to our room before telling her to close her eyes. I barely open the door, the soft music playing from the small stereo across the way encompasses us. I allow us only to step a little bit in before I close the door and tell Semela to open her eyes. I hear her gasp as she sees how much time I spent on perfecting the room. A trail of small rose petals sprinkled about on the floor, eventually dividing into two separate directions. To the left, all the way into the bathroom and to the right, where the bed lies. Small scented candles rest on the bedside table top, the dim created almost breathtaking. "Which path shall we explore first," I say softly laughing. Semela looks at me amused, and certainly impressed. "The path to the right." "You know I was sure you would choose that one first." I pull her body into mine, lips meeting briefly before eagerly exploring. Arms around one another, I lead her to the bed where she notices one red rose lying perfectly in the middle of the bed. She murmurs inaudibly and quickly grabs the rose. She looks deep into my eyes, her face full of surprise as well as gratitude at knowing how much time I had spent on this surprise and I did it just for her. "You are simply amazing, this is so beautiful. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before." I gently take the rose from her hand. I let the soft petals gently caress the soft delicate skin of her cheek. I notice her eyes close as I move the red petals down and across her neck. "Slowly remove your sweater for me." I pull the rose back as Semela's hands reach under her creamy cashmere sweater. Her breasts bounce as she peels the sweater off and lets it drop onto the side of the bed. My fingers trace along her bra. "This must go as well." I set the rose down on the table, her eyes watching my every move. My fingers gently dance on her back before unclasping her bra. As the cups fall away exposing her breasts, I lower my head, my warm moist lips enveloping her hard nipple. I watch her head fall back as she moans, forcing her breast further into my mouth. I slowly tease her dark blue jeans down her legs. Her arms wrap around my neck as she pushes her whole being against me. I place my hand under her thigh to help steady her as well as pull her even further against me, our lips hungrily kissing one another. My other hand traveling all over her warm body. Several minutes passed before I maneuvered us close enough to the bed that I was able to teasingly push Semela onto it. I turned so my back was facing her and slowly peeled away each article of clothing, my panties the last to go. Before turning around, I tossed my panties behind me. Semela caught them and her and I were both giggling. "Feel what you do to me." I turned around in time to see her fingers tracing the crotch of my panties. I stood in front of her, my hands grabbing my own breasts, my nipples rapidly hardening. I ran my fingers down my taut stomach, her eyes following my descending fingers until finally I reached my bare pussy. Semela reached her hand out and I took her hand in mine crouching down, I began sucking on her finger, the same one she had traced my wet panties with moments earlier. "Ohhh I remember when I did this to you in the car that night," she moaned. I sucked harder and finally let my tongue just tease the very tip of her long finger. Rising, I pushed myself against Semela, her back landing on the mattress. My knees on either side of her, I push myself into her, the feeling of her cool silk panties on my pussy greatly arousing me. I feel her hands cup my breasts and I grab her hands and push them out above her head and hold them there. "You're mine right now," my eyes full of control. I grind faster against her, her silk panties drenched, a combination of our mutual lust. I push my face against her neck, sucking and gently nibbling. "I'm close, I can't take much more," she moans between breaths. Leaving her freshly blemished skin, I use my left hand to keep hers down on the mattress and use my other hand to tear her panties away exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. I push two fingers into her soaked pussy, my thumb pressing against her aroused clit. With her arousal intensifying she rides my fingers feverishly, searching for her approaching bliss. My thumb flicks her clit as she bites her lip. "I want to feel your body shiver baby, I want to feel you explode on my fingers." "Ohhh yes, fuck me baby," she hollers. An abundance of her juices leak out alongside my fingers onto the wet sheets beneath us. I remove my fingers and pinch her right nipple leaving it glistening with her own juices. I position myself so my pussy is directly above her erect nipple. "Lift your breast." I groan loudly as my clit makes contact with her hard nipple. Shivers run throughout my entire body as I grind myself against her nipple, Semela trying to keep her breast in position which is difficult considering her breasts are soaked with my juices. My hands squeeze my own breasts together and as my orgasm begins to engulf me, I pinch my nipples hard, my nails digging into my tender flesh causing me to scream. I collapse on top of Semela, breathing loudly, my body trembling with aftershocks. "I,…I have wanted to do that… for days." I move my hands down her arms and finally to her sides. Now finally able to move her own hands, she runs her fingers through my hair. "What went on here certainly did not show your submissiveness young lady." Her ability to say that without hesitation or breaking into a smile made me laugh. I was soon joined by Semela. We laughed for a couple of minutes. I wasn't sure why we kept on laughing, but as for myself, I just couldn't help it. I felt so good, so happy having Semela with me. We rested in bed talking for nearly a hour. "Let's explore the other path," Semela said. "We need a bath before we leave." This instant was the first time I experienced nervousness around Semela. I tried to say something, but no words left me. I took her hand in mine again, but this time I pulled her wedding ring from her finger and set it on the bedside table close to the rose. Semela didn't say a word, her eyes searching mine. I once again tried to speak but couldn't. I lowered my eyes and only then was I able to speak. My voice softly shook as I whispered, "We don't want it to get wet." I have no idea how much time elapsed in silence, seemed like an eternity to me. "I am so much older than you, nearly thirty years your senior." "I know," I replied. "Yes I know you do. I also know you don't care, in fact you like it very much." I couldn't help but smile. Finding my ability to speak I said, "I know you love your son, I promise you won't lose any contact with him." "I also loved Drew," she replied carefully. I exhaled suddenly nervous again, "I know you love Dr…" then I realized she had used past tense when she had said love. "I love you Semela," "I love you." I whispered, "I love you," repeatedly as I kissed her neck and shoulders. "The ring shall remain on the table," she said as she took my hand. "As for us, we still need a bath," she said, that sparkle clearly evident in her eyes. We followed the rose petals into the bathroom, side by side, hand in hand.