Chapter 19

We went past the guard at the door, who barely looked at us. She punched the elevator button. While she waited, she looked like she was vibrating, though I couldn’t see anything actually moving. The door opened and she stepped in, waiting for me to follow her.

“Where’s Katrina tonight?” I asked her.

“Oh, probably at her boyfriend’s. As usual.”

“So you’ve got a private room? Like all the other important people?”

“She stays here during the week, so not really a private room. Except for the weekends.”

The car dinged, and the door opened. “This way,” she said. I followed her.

It was only a couple of doors down the hall. “This is it.” she said unnecessarily as she pushed the door open.

“I like it,” I told her. “Especially the telephone.” In fact, I was still just a bit jealous of her, having a phone in her room.

“Have a seat,” she said. “I’ve got to remember where I put my shoes.”

She made a show of looking around for her shoes, but it really wasn’t that big a room and not that many places for them to hide. There were two single beds at opposite ends of the room, two desks, and a shared closet. One of the desks where I was standing near the door had the reading lamp on.

There were some papers and envelopes scattered about next to the PC keyboard. Several were addressed to ‘Miranda Tomlinson’. Neither she nor Katrina had ever told me her last name.

“Still can’t find ‘em. Sit on the bed while I look,” she called to me.

So I sat on her bed and changed the artist’s brush on her clit to a tongue just barely touching it. I also sent her Foundation, which would make her sensitive to touch.

She finally picked up a pair of shoes in plain sight and brought them back to the bed, plopping down beside me, legs touching. She leaned down and unlaced her shoes, pulling each one off, then pushing her feet into the replacements.

“Can I help?” I asked. “I hate bending over to tie my shoes.”

“Oh, that’s decadent, not even having to tie my own shoes. Dare I? I could get used to it, then I’d have to call you every time I have to put on shoes. I’d be the envy of all my important friends.”

“As it should be. It’d be good for them to remember their place in the hierarchy.” I knelt down on one knee before her. I put my hands around one ankle and slid her pant leg higher, my hands brushing against her leg. I tied her shoe slowly. I could hear her breathing get more shallow.

I shifted slightly, facing her other leg, and slid my hands up her ankle to get the pant cuff out of the way. I heard her make a tiny sound as I tied the shoelaces.

“There you go, ready to jog wherever the mood strikes you.”

She was staring at me, trying to decide how she was going to play it. She extended a hand, as if to help me to my feet again, and when I took it she shifted on the bed, forcing my body to fall towards her. She reached out her other hand to catch me and they wound up around me, our faces inches apart.

I don’t know who moved first, but in seconds her tongue was down my throat and she was trying to suck my own tongue into her mouth. We did that until we were both breathing heavily. I pulled back a bit and looked at her.

“That was really nice, but where did that come from? We were taking a short walk for you to change your shoes. I hadn’t realized that turns you on so much.”

“Hell, I don’t know, Carter. I don’t know why I suddenly did that, it just seemed to be the right thing at the right time. Does it bother you?”

“No, of course not. In fact I liked it. I just hadn’t realized that you were contemplating that. ‘Cause now it’s got me wound up, like there’s an electric field surrounding us.”

“Maybe I was more aroused than I thought. I didn’t have that much wine, so it’s not that. But I’ll tell you that my skin feels so sensitive now. I don’t understand exactly why.”

“What do you want to do about this? I’m one of those guys who’s not comfortable going further unless his partner’s fully on board.”

“Well, listen to you! That’s pretty rare. We don’t come across that very often. Mostly guys are all over us after they’ve had a drink or three and we have to fend them off with pepper spray. They don’t understand, or choose to ignore, the word ‘no’. Sneaky move, Carter, getting us to lower our defenses that way.”

“Mindy, I’m serious. I confess that I feel some electricity between us, and you’re hot to boot. But if you don’t want to follow up on that, say so and I’ll stop.”

“Carter, I’m pulling your chain a little, because it really is kind of rare that a guy will have those kinds of ethical qualms when he’s making out with a girl. Yeah, I’m in. I was turned on by all those dirty stories and somehow you and I wound up together in my fantasy. So where were we?”

I nodded, and leaned in to nibble and kiss her neck just under her ear. I worked my way slowly down until I was at the place where her neck joins her shoulder, and I added a little tongue, too. My hands were brushing her arms through her shirt, up and down slowly. I could hear her occasionally making a quiet humming noise.

I had her full attention, so there was no problem walking the thread up to her epicenter. It was surprisingly neat and orderly, it felt comfortable and cozy, a place she could relax in. Because she was relaxed. She was enjoying the feelings, liking the tongue play. I looked around for what she wanted out of this, and what she didn’t like.

I was a little surprised, because I couldn’t see much of the latter. Most women whose epicenters I’d visited usually had a list of sexual things that they didn’t care for or which frightened them. I couldn’t see Mindy’s. She liked guys playing with her tits, that was clear. She liked getting oral, was okay with giving it. Oh, here was something: She found facials a little disagreeable.

I couldn’t get a sense of how she responded to slaps or spanking, but my gut said she wouldn’t care for them. I found nothing whatsoever about anal, pro or con, which was a first. I was going to have to feel my way through this, being careful not to do something she hated.

Still trading tongues I brought my hands up and started undoing the buttons on her shirt. She made a tiny moan in her throat and I could feel her getting more aroused. I’d sent her Foundation, so her skin would be extra sensitive. The touch of my fingers on her chest, even through the shirt, would be like sparks.

I had to pull her shirt out of her waistband to get to the last button so I could pull it free. Without looking I brought my hands up and cupped her tits and she sucked in her breath.

They felt fantastic! I’d seen her boobs once before from across a room when we were at a dorm party last year and had played Truth Or Dare in a mixed group. She’d chosen Dare and her instruction card said to remove one item of clothing. She had been trying to get this guy Jimmy who she was hot for to notice her, so she’d dropped her shirt.

She’d worn no bra. Her tits, from across the room, looked firm and full. I’d been surprised, because she tended to wear loose clothing and no one could sense what was under there. But I was taken aback at how nice they were. I pulled away from her so I could look.

“Jesus, Mindy. Those are spectacular. They feel wonderful.”

“Do you like them? I ordered them special.”

“Make fun of me, I don’t care. These are beautiful. I’ve got to play with them a little.”

They were beautiful, and very firm, with prominent nipples, which seemed to be quite hard now. I took one in each hand and squeezed. She closed her eyes. I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, running my tongue around it. She said quietly, “Oh, Jesus.”

After a minute, I switched to the other side and sucked that one while rolling the other nipple between my thumb and index finger. I linkcast Silk to her because I wanted her to feel my touch as sensual.

I started kissing my way down her body slowly, with an occasional flick of the tongue. The tongue left a little rush of pleasure and relaxation, which rolled over her. By the time I’d gotten to her navel I could hear her talking softly to herself. “Oh, right there, yes. So nice.”

It was a little awkward with my hands on her back while my face was much lower, so I reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks through her jeans. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

Funny, because that’s just what I was saying to myself: “Oh, my God. This butt is amazing!” Mindy, of all the girls I’d met at ----------, seemed to make an effort to dress down, to wear baggy clothing, a little old and torn. I thought it was a fashion choice, that she was making an effort to have people focus on her for her mind rather than her body. I supposed I could ask some discreet questions to find out for sure, but later.

Right now, I was really surprised at how firm and toned her ass was. I need to...

“Mindy. Stand up. Right by the bed.”

She looked like she’d just woken up from a pleasant nap, a bit startled to find herself here. It took her a moment.

I stood up and held out a hand to assist her. “These are in the way. I need to get them off you, just stand there.”

I knelt down and unlaced the shoes I’d just tied, and pulled them off her feet. I looked up and caught her looking down at me. Her tits were swaying as she breathed. It was amazing to watch.

I buried my face in her stomach, kissing and licking my way south, while my fingers fumbled with the button on her jeans, which was tight because the pants were form-fitting. I finally got it open just as my tongue reached it. I started trying to pull them over her hips, but they were resisting. She reached down to help me and between the two of us they finally worked loose.

“Hold on to me and lift your left leg.” I was able to work one side off her leg. “The other side,” I told her, and in moments the jeans were puddled on the floor, and she was standing before me in her pink panties and her socks.

“Jesus, Mindy. You have an incredible body. I had no idea.” I was running my hands up and down her thighs, feeling the muscles and reveling in how they felt. Above me, she started coughing, as if she’d swallowed some saliva.

Her ass was calling to me, and as I looked up at her I reached up and squeezed her butt cheeks, my fingers in the crack of her ass. They felt terrific, really round and toned. She closed her eyes and said, “Oh, yes, right there!”

I pushed my face into her stomach again and continued moving down, tonguing and kissing. When I reached her panty line I kissed my way down until I was just above the top of her slit and pushed my face in. She slapped her hands on the back of my head and muttered a mantra of “Yes, yes, yes,” while she pushed me into her.