Insufferable Proximity (21 page)

She was amazing, sitting there in the grey dress, her large firm breasts sitting up on her chest proudly, begging for his attention. She had a sliver-sized waist that led to a set of the most impressive hips he had ever seen and he could not even find the words to praise her luscious ass. He could not even watch her walk now without wanting to bend her over and sink his teeth into her temptingly lush behind.

He ran his hand down her neck to the top of her breasts and dipped his finger under the fabric of her dress, feeling the edge of her strapless bra.

“I told you nothing under this dress.” he growled.

“No, you said no panties.” she shot back at him with a pout.

“Then let me clarify this for you right now, you don’t wear under garments until your contract is up.” he said and she decided to keep her mouth shut. She was a good lawyer and as a good lawyer, she knew when to keep quiet. She would not go to work without panties and especially not a bra, but if she kept refusing, he would keep checking her. If she kept her mouth shut and agreed, maybe he would not find out that she would definitely be wearing under garments to work. “Take off your bra.”

“Excuse me?” she asked looking at him incredulously.

“Take off your bra.”

“There is no way in hell I would ever remove my bra in a public restaurant.” she denied him, shaking her head.

“No one is looking back here.” he said, the arm he had wrapped around her, holding her tightly to him, was now skimming across the under swell of her breast and traveling up. “It’s too dark to see what we‘re doing.”

“I don’t care I am not doing It.’ she protested, trying to still his hands, but he was too enthralled by her body to stop what he was doing.

“Either you take it off or I will.” he warned her and she glared at him for a moment.

She felt a chill rush through her tightening nipples as he slipped a finger under the fabric and then slid it over her bra-encased breast. He then reached behind her and started to unzip the back of her dress.

“What are you doing?”  She hissed, holding the front of her dress to her chest as it began to fall down.

“Removing your bra.” he took the zipper down to the very bottom and she felt the cool air of the air-conditioned room against her bare back.

“Stop it!” she cried as she felt him effortlessly unhook the back of her bra

“You don’t even need it.”  She felt his hand sliding under the opening of her gown, then across her skin to reach up between her breasts and pull her bra out from under her dress. He wanted to leave her dress unzipped and force her to pull it down while he ate, but knew she would freak out. So instead he zipped it back up as he put her bra on the middle of the table, she immediately reached for it but he grabbed her hand “Leave it.” he ordered.

“Why so the waiter knows what we’re up to?” she raised her arm to cover her chest, feeling her breasts bounce freely under the material with every movement she made.

“He knew what we were up to the second I made the reservation, sex is the only reason to come to this place.” he pulled her arm down from her breasts, “Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there.” she hesitated for a moment before she put her hands behind her back. Julian bent his head to kiss the flesh he uncovered as he pulled the top of her dress down a little, careful not to fully expose her yet. He pulled back to see her dress was dangerously low, the fabric draped over the tips of her breasts and revealing a thin slash of her areola. He slid his hand up her thigh, his fingertips igniting against her skin like a match being struck. Heaven felt the rapid tattoo of her heart accelerate as his fingers closed in on her bare sex.

“Slow down.” she whispered trying to close her legs but he slid his hand under her short skirt. When the tip of his finger made contact with her sex, she stood straight up. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Sit down.” his voice was low but demanding nonetheless. She slowly lowered herself back into the seat “you better not move again.” he warned her, sliding his arm back around her shoulder as his other hand reclaimed its spot on her inner thigh. His hand was back under her skirt and he watched her face as his fingertips outlined the dewy petals of her sex. She tried to pull his hand away from her tingling flesh, but he only increased the pressure instead of withdrawing. She had to make a move, feeling the pressure begin to build, she tried to stand back up again, but he was holding her down.

“Stop.” she pleaded but he ignored her, kissing down her neck to her shoulder, his hand moving gently over her sex as he tried to calm her body down.

“Just relax.”

“I can’t do this.” she whined, feeling the pressure beginning to consume her.

“You don’t have a choice, Princess, you might as well relax.”

“How can I relax when you’re feeling me up in public?” she said low enough for only him to hear.

“Then don’t relax, just shut up and enjoy it.”

“You’re crazy.” she turned to him, “I’ll never enjoy you groping me.”

“You already know I can prove you wrong,” he whispered kissing her lips.

“That was a fluke.” she said, refusing to admit the truth.

“Is that a dare? Because you know it will only take me a minute to make you cum, and prove you wrong,
again
.” as he spoke, he managed to reach behind her with his free hand and pull her zipper down an inch. He withdrew his hand from her thigh, reached up, and pulled the top of her dress down, baring her breasts, she immediately reached up to cover herself but he yanked her arms back down.

“No.” she cried.

“Stay still and no one will see.” he said bending his head to take the tip of her breast in his mouth. His head and shoulders covered her naked torso as he slid his hand back between her legs as he groaned like a beast.

Her back was board straight, she was frozen stiff and scared shitless yet again. She felt the electrical currents darting out from his fingertips and sinking deep into her sex. She felt the sweat begin to bead on her forehead, afraid the waiter would make an unwanted appearance or someone else would decide to wander back. She was silently praying that the room was dark enough that no one would be able to see them, even if they had looked back.

He kissed from her nipple to the hollow between her breasts then over to the other hardened tip, taking it deep into his mouth. She felt his fingers playing with her sex, circling the pulsing nub before sliding over it. She felt like she would pass out from the pressure of the situation, afraid she would have a panic attack, but also afraid for him to stop. She had mixed feelings once again and if she had the strength to grab the plate of fruit, she would happily dump it over his head for forcing her to feel so conflicted.

His hand was doing a magical trick to her body that was making her mind forget her surroundings for a moment. She was almost lost, beginning to forget that she was sitting topless in a restaurant as he mastered her traitorous body. Then she felt it coming, that all-consuming orgasm that he wielded at his will. Somewhere deep inside of her a little voice of reason screamed, snapping her back to reality before the orgasmic wave hit her and obliterated what was left of her modesty.

She had to make him stop or she would embarrass herself even further, she tried desperately to pull his hand from between her legs, but he refused. In one last desperate attempt to save herself from slipping into a sexually induced oblivion, she tried to escape him, but he held her body close to his. She felt her knees begin to wiggle as the familiar tickle began to build between her thighs and slowly wreaked havoc throughout her nether region. She felt it build, setting her bloodstream on fire before finally exploding and shooting thousands of electrified feathers throughout her body.

He watched her as she came, holding her tightly and increasing the pressure until her body finally stopped shuddering. He smiled more to himself, loving to watch what he could do to her, but most of all he loved the way she responded to him. He had been with women who were masters when it came to sex, porn stars, call girls and even professional actresses, but none of them had ever been able to respond as naturally as she did. Not one of those women could even hold a candle to the complicated women he was beginning to loath a little less.

When her body had settled down and he was positive she was no longer coming, he lifted her leg then slid to the floor. He was kneeled between her spread legs, his mouth going to her pulsing sex like a magnet, forcing her to cry out as his tongue slid deep into her opening. Her body began to shake as she felt the tip of his tongue snaking across her inner wall. She clenched her thighs and grabbed his head as he withdrew his tongue then licked her flesh clean, sucking on the pulsating nub for a moment before finally relenting. He slid back up to the seat and gently pulled her to his lap then quickly pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts. He pulled her against his large chest as he zipped the back of her dress and she leaned against him. With all of her energy spent, it was a welcome relief and she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Heaven?”

“Yes?” she reluctantly pulled her head up to look at him.

“Do you see that little stage?” he pointed to the small stage with the dim spotlight on the far side of the building.

“Faintly.” she answered.

“If you ever wear another one of those horrible suits to work, I will strip you naked and force you to perform up there.”

“Perform?” she asked as the sated look on her face was replaced with irritation.

“Dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

“That’s irrelevant.”

“Julian?” her tone was almost sweet.

“Yes?”

“I hope you trip over a tree branch and break your mouth.” she laid her head back on his shoulder as he grinned.

***

Heaven was exhausted the next morning and even the half pot of coffee she had drunk did not help.

“I’ll be in court all day,” Julian told her as he pulled into his private parking spot, “Alice will pick you up after work and take you back to the house.”

“Maybe I’ll just go to my house and wait for you instead.” she suggested and Julian frowned.

“Don’t even think about it, you go back to my house and wait for me there.”

“Fine.” she started to get out of his car but he grabbed her arm.

“I want you naked and in my bed by the time I get home.” he said and lightly kissed her lips.

“I’ll think about it.” she got out of the car as quickly as she could then watched him pull away before she headed towards the door.

She sprinted to her office, thankful that she had not run into anyone on the way. She decided to take advantage of Julian’s absence and wear another one of her old suits. She opened her closet, grabbed a black pantsuit then ran into the bathroom and quickly changed.

Heaven once again walked down the hall in her oversized suit, tight bun and black glasses, but this time she felt a little different. She felt confident as far as her coworkers were concerned, but it was not the same.

***

Heaven had forgotten to change out of her old suit after work and was still wearing it when Alice picked her up.

“Hey Sevigne, how was your day today?” Alice assaulted Heaven with her cheerfulness the second she sat in the passenger’s seat. Alice smiled from ear to ear, her glowing-neon orange lipstick clashing with her electric-lime green mini dress. As if trying to make the colors blend, Alice had done her nails in the same color green and decorated them with tiny orange skulls. To top her look off, she wore faux gorilla fur boots and fingerless leather gloves.

“It was good.” Heaven nodded, after wearing her old suit all day and stepping back into her old routine, it was refreshing to be called Sevigne instead of Heaven.

It had been a fairly good day, Julian was not there to overwhelm her with his demands or remind her of the contract. Although she found her mind wandering back to him on occasion, she reminded herself of how happy she was that he was not there, his absence brought relief to her mental dilemma and double-crossing body.

“Nice suit.” Alice smiled.

“Why thank you, you have impeccable taste.” Heaven grinned and Alice giggled.

“I do, don’t I.” Alice was proud of her eccentric style.

***

While waiting for Julian to come home, Heaven finished the work she had brought with her. She was surprised to find that despite all of the chaos going on in her life, she was able to fully concentrate. When she was done with her work, she cleaned off Julian’s desk then organized everything. She found herself restless, but not sure what she wanted to do, so she grabbed the remote control and turned on the television. She rarely watched television, sure, she loved the occasional horror film, but that was the extent of her visual entertainment. She was ready to go up to his room and start rearranging things when Julian walked through the office door.

Julian paused at the door, seeing her sitting behind his desk made his cock inflate to an unnatural magnitude. Then as he neared her, he noticed what she was wearing and he felt his anger begin to inflate as well.

“How was court?” she asked as he stood before the desk.

“You wore that suit to work?” he asked calmly, but she could see his rage boiling below the surface.