Robin Michelle Writes











{4 September 2010}   Day 3 #write365

I did get this written yesterday, mostly. Until someone, um, let’s say “distracted” me.


Day 3 #write365
Sunglasses, toilet, hose

Lisa squinted over the top of her sunglasses watching the curvy redhead as she wove her way through the crowd. She cursed her bad luck under her breath. If she hadn’t tripped over that damn hose and broken her leg, she’d be up and following the beautiful stranger. But weighed down by cast & crutches, Lisa was going nowhere fast.

Lisa had noticed the redhead the moment she walked into the party. She was beautiful, curvy, maybe a few years younger than Lisa, dressed sexily but not trashy. Men and women alike noticed her. And she had especially noticed Lisa — they’d been sharing glances and smiles for the past ten minutes. Until she’d headed to the restroom, with an inviting look over her shoulder at Lisa.

Sighing deeply, Lisa mindlessly sipped her drink as she thought about how she would have liked her evening to have gone…

After only a few shared looks, she approached ‘Red’. They exchanged names, chatted, laughed. There was some flirtatious touching, and suggestive hints were mixed into the conversation. When Red headed to the restroom, Lisa didn’t hesitate.

They entered casually, hoping to find it vacant. Or at least not too crowded. They were in luck; only a few other women were there. Selecting the stall furthest from the door, Red went in first but left the door unlocked. Lisa waited for the woman at the sink to leave, then slipped into the stall.

Lisa wasted no time. In the space of a breath, Red was in her arms. Lips pressed, tongues tangled, nipples hardened, hands groped, hips thrust. She maneuvered Red into the space between the toilet and the wall. Lisa slid her hand into Red’s pants, enjoying the gasp when her fingers rubbed and pinched her hard clit. Red moved her mouth to Lisa’s nipple, lightly biting and sucking. Lisa’s breath caught as her cunt clenched and became even wetter…

“Hi.”
Lisa looked up to find her fantasy standing at her table.
“I’m Ginnie. Mind if I join you?”
Lisa smiled, “Absolutely.” Maybe her evening was going somewhere after all.

~fin~

Robin Michelle



{2 September 2010}   Day 2 #Write365

Day 2 #write365

02Sep2010
Butterfly, dress, eraser

Rob stayed in the conference room after everyone else had left, watching as Claire gathered up all the papers, pens and various items left behind. As always, her presentation had been flawless, providing all the necessary information and anticipating the questions that would be asked.

Claire was a consummate professional, a valuable asset to the company. Hiring and then quickly promoting her had been two of the best business decisions he had ever made.

Rob’s train of thought was broken by the sight of Claire’s lusciously round ass as she bent over directly in front of him to pick up a dropped eraser. He shifted in his seat and stifled a moan as his cock hardened. Claire slowly and sensuously stood up, giving Rob a wicked grin and a saucy wink as she did.

Yes, hiring her had been good for business, and for him. He had finally found his equal.

Everyone considered Claire a killer in the boardroom, so devoted to her job that she had no time or interest in any sort of relationship. Hell, most of her coworkers and business associates weren’t even sure if she were straight or gay or what. He’d even heard rumors that some thought she must be asexual as there was never anything flirty or provocative about her dress, language or behavior.

Rob knew better. He knew that underneath that perfectly fitted business suit were two beautiful tits, barely covered by a silky bra, worn only for appearances. Moving his eyes down the curves of her body, he wondered which bra and garter set she was wearing ~~ ivory, peach, pale blue… When she had to wear underwear, they always matched.

Rob pictured the garter belt, how it framed her ass as she bent over, waiting for his touch, how the garters stretched down her thighs to the tops of her silk stockings. Turning her around in his mind, Rob saw the beautiful butterfly tattoo on Claire’s left hip, just above and to the side of her mons. The butterflies were so realistic that every time he went down on her, he almost expected to feel their wings…

Claire’s hand on his zipper as she knelt in front of him brought him out of his reverie.

“Everyone’s gone home,” as she eased the slider down.
“The doors are all locked,” her hand slid inside and eased out his cock.
“We’re all alone,” she looked him in the eyes, licked her lips, and opened her mouth…

~Fin~

Robin Michelle



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