OvercomingtheNeed (4 page)

His intermittent groans of pleasure said she was doing just
that. Listening to him enjoy her ministrations tightened her nipples. With her
right hand, she tugged at the neck of her dress and freed her ample breasts to
the cool air. Her left nipple ring—a gold hoop with a diamond gem ball and a
dangling heart-shaped ruby—tinkled and jiggled. She shouldn’t be able to feel
it but the tiny vibrations from that little bit of movement reverberated down
to her pussy.

Naomie rotated the hoop through the piercing while tugging
on it, increasing her reaction to the titillation. Playing with her engagement
ring never failed to get her hot. She wished she had another hand so she could
stroke her throbbing clit. Evolution hadn’t been that kind so she had to choose
which she wanted more—nipple or clit.

Or a third option… Naomie took Dane’s erection to the back
of her throat and started bobbing her head up and down his length. That freed
her left hand, which she shoved between her legs. The wet heat of her pussy
slicked her fingers and aided the quick circles she drew over her clit.

A bolt of gratification paused her movements. Naomie blew a
hard breath through her nose, moaning deep in her throat.

Dane reached under his desk and patted her head. “You okay,
sugar?”

She made an affirmative noise while nodding, resuming her
oral survey of Dane’s log. Her delighted whimpers punctuated her every move.

“Sounds like pussy is hungry. Want me to help you with
that?” He sifted his fingers through her loose hairdo.

Naomie shook her head with a negative noise, worrying his
dick, and then resumed bobbing. This was his time, not hers. She’d had hers
this morning. While she wouldn’t mind another round, she could manage with her
hands. More than manage. She was close.

Dane gripped her hair, tugging at it but not impeding her
movements. “You feel fantastic, sugar. I concentrate so much better this way.”

Naomie let him go and asked, “Is that why your former
secretaries spent so much time under your desk?”

He chuckled. “Jealous?”

“Just wondering why you couldn’t get women who multitask
better. One of them would still be working for you if you had.”

“True.” He pushed against her head.

Naomie slid her tongue up one side of his shaft and then
down the other before taking his length into her mouth again.

He said, “Except for the last one who moved away, they
wanted to sleep to the top or for me to leave you to be with them.”

She let him feel her teeth nibbling his base.

Dane hissed and fisted her hair tighter as though he might
yank her away. He wouldn’t but he’d given himself the option. “Not that I
would, sugar. You know that. But that’s what they thought. When they got too
insistent, I put in for a new secretary. The old one got transferred and the
new one tried her hand at convincing me. A few secretaries later I got Bonnie.”

Naomie nodded. As much as she complained about Bonnie,
Naomie appreciated the woman. At least Bonnie wasn’t trying to steal Naomie’s
husband. Naomie hadn’t known about the other women. She wasn’t the possessive
type…okay, she was but she knew how to share so long as the person knew
share
didn’t mean give.

She didn’t have to worry about Dane. He was devoted to her
as she was to him. Emotionally. Her heart belonged to him even though her body
wandered. His too. They enjoyed an open marriage because it worked for them.
The sex partners they had usually knew not to expect more. It seemed Dane had
nipped a problem in the bud before it started to bloom.

Those former secretaries weren’t completely at fault. Dane
was a stunning and well-endowed man. His mesmerizing gray eyes commanded all
who saw him to bow down and adore him. Naomie wasn’t immune. That was the
reason she was on her knees now, though she could easily put Dane on his knees
as well. They were a matched set who knew what they did to the people around
them and reveled in that power.

Naomie rubbed her clit faster, rolling her hips against her
hand. She took Dane’s dick to the base so she could swipe her tongue at the top
of his sac and swallow around his crown. Dane rumbled his pleasure while
bucking. Almost.

She made a quick trek back to his crown, where she twisted
her head from side to side while sucking. Dane thrust into her mouth as he
leaned over his desk. Naomie went for another deep throat and swallow before
concentrating on his crown again.

Dane was breathing hard. The closer he got, the closer
Naomie got. She pinched her left nipple and whimpered with the need to come.
Dane nudged at the back of her head while lifting off his chair. Naomie took
the hint. She sucked him to the back of her mouth in time for Dane to cascade
his release down her throat.

Naomie drank it greedily while peaking with her own release.
Her and Dane’s pleasured moans mingled with and complemented each other. When
Naomie lifted off his dick, they let out twin contented sighs.

“Ahhh.” Dane fell back against his chair with a happy groan.

Naomie dropped her hand from her body and stared at her handiwork.
A small dribble of cum trailed down Dane’s shaft. She leaned forward and licked
it up while placing soft kisses on his tip.

Dane patted her head. “Want me to return the favor?”

“Nope.” She tucked his spent dick back into his pants and
zipped him up. After climbing out from under his desk, she hopped and bounced
in place to get her breasts back into her dress.

The grin on Dane’s face said he appreciated the show. “No?
You sure?” He reached under her skirt, hooked one finger inside her pussy and
used his hold to bring her close. “Very, very sure?” he asked in a low,
rumbling voice as he wiggled his finger.

Naomie’s slick channel made soft squishing noises. She
shifted her thighs against each other and bit her bottom lip.

“You know you want to. Don’t I get a breakfast muffin?”

“I want to. You know I want to, but I said I would meet Mia.
We’re getting my swimsuit for tonight’s party.”

“But you came all the way out here first just so I could
trade out your plugs?” He started pumping his finger. “I don’t think so.”

Naomie braced her hands on his shoulders. Scooping her hips
so she rode his fingers, she licked the tip of his nose. “I also wanted an
excuse to wear this outfit.”

“And?”

She grinned.

“Spill it.”

Dropping his gaze, she said, “I wanted to piss off your
secretary.”

“Naomie.” Dane yanked his finger free and then swatted her
ass. “Get out of here before you get us both in trouble.”

“But it’s such fun trouble.” She pressed close and kissed
him.

Dane made the kiss deeper. He drew her astride his lap and
gripped her ass while sweeping his tongue over hers. After a nibble to her
bottom lip, he said, “Have a good day.”

“You too.” She gave him one last light kiss and then backed
off him so she could leave. She even remembered to grab the cookie tray on the
way out the door.

“Finished already?” Bonnie asked. “That was fast.”

In an exaggerated manner, Naomie wiped the edges of her
mouth and then licked her lips as though searching for errant cum. She’d gotten
it all before she kissed Dane goodbye but the scandalized way Bonnie looked at
her made the pretense worth it.

Naomie grinned and said, “Not really.”

Yes, Naomie had spent the last thirty minutes—give or
take—sucking her husband’s dick and now Bonnie knew it too.

The intercom on Bonnie’s desk beeped and Dane said through
the speaker, “Bonnie, I need the projection numbers now.”

Bonnie searched around with one hand while pushing the
intercom button with the other. “I thought…they aren’t ready yet, Mr. James.
I’m sorry. You said you wouldn’t need them until after lunch.”

“I finished earlier than I planned. Bring what you have and
get the rest to me as soon as you can.”

“Yes sir.” Bonnie stared at Naomie with wide, amazed eyes.

Bonnie must not have expected Dane to be working while
Naomie was there. That thought was plain on her face and easy to read. From the
conversation, Naomie gathered Dane had worked faster than usual. She had no
problem taking full credit for that.

Naomie grinned and winked. “Yup, I’m just that good. Have a
nice day, Bonnie. Hopefully I didn’t throw off your schedule too much. Bye
now.” She tossed a finger-wiggling wave over her shoulder.

If Bonnie had a reply, Naomie didn’t hear it. She was in too
good a mood. She made her way to the central point of the office where a large
table split the room in half. Placing the cookie tray in the center of the
table and then unwrapping it, Naomie set out her offering.

A woman passing by glanced over and then said loudly, “Hey.
Cookies.”

That brought everyone over. Naomie pointed out the peanut
butter cookies and then faded into the crowd. Several people called thanks but
most everyone was too busy eating and conversing. It was an unscheduled break
and they were taking it.

Naomie smiled all the way to the elevator. While she did
glance in the direction of Aden’s office, she had no intention of visiting him.
He would see her at the next company picnic, or sooner if she decided Dane
needed another at-work treat.

Aden would forgive her because he liked the little fondles
she let him slip on the sly when he thought Dane wasn’t looking. Dane knew full
well what his boss was about because Naomie had told him. So long as Naomie
didn’t let it get too far past fondling, Dane wouldn’t stop her.

She couldn’t say he didn’t care, since he did. An intimate
relationship between Naomie and Aden could come back to haunt Dane. But Naomie
knew how to deal with men like Aden. He wanted the thrill not the act itself—to
believe he was getting over on his wife and Dane. A little fingering and maybe
some licking and Aden puffed up like a peacock, thinking he’d done something
amazing and proving Naomie was a wonderful actress. He hadn’t gotten a real
orgasm from her yet but he thought he had and that was all that mattered.

Stroking the man’s ego improved his mood, which his employees
appreciated. If Naomie didn’t have her shopping trip with Mia, she might have
stayed and bolstered Aden’s mood some more so the man would consider letting
everyone off early. But that wasn’t an option. Dane had primed her pussy and
now Naomie ached for the type of attention Mia loved to give her.

For a Swimsuit

Naomie pulled into her driveway beside Mia’s car. She was
late. Not by much but any amount of time delayed the fun she and Mia had
planned. Naomie got out of the car and kicked the door shut.

Mia got out of her car at the same moment the wind picked
up. It ruffled Mia’s dark-brown ponytail and caught her knee-length flared
skirt, whipping it up and flashing her lack of panties. She didn’t bother
trying to hold it down as she glanced at her phone. “Where have you been? I
thought I got the day wrong. I was just about to call you.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Naomie cocked her head to the side. She
loved windy days, especially windy days that allowed her to gaze at Mia’s round
ass unimpeded. “My visit with Dane took longer than I thought.”

Mia gave Naomie an appreciative look. “In that outfit, I
don’t wonder why. You’re wearing that while we’re shopping, right?”

“No, I’m not. I’m catching a quick shower and then
changing.” Naomie went to the front door and unlocked it.

“What’s wrong with this outfit? It’s hot, mamí. I’ll let you
sleep to the top of me any day.”

“I know you would and my clothes have nothing to do with
it.”

Mia trailed her gaze over Naomie with a wistful sigh. “Such
a shame. Please?”

Naomie laughed. “No. I’m sticky and sweaty and need a
shower.”

Mia followed Naomie to the bedroom, flounced to the bed and
sat on the edge. Her large breasts jiggled beneath her blouse, a clear
indication that she’d skipped wearing a bra as well. Naomie’s influence was
rubbing off on her. Not long ago, Mia wouldn’t have stepped out of the house
unless she was wearing jeans and a cotton shirt. That was still the case to a
certain extent. Mia only dressed with easy access in mind when she and Naomie
were spending time together.

Naomie didn’t know why Mia didn’t flaunt her Latina charms
more often. Her husband Quincy sure wouldn’t mind. But Mia wasn’t the showy
type. It surprised Naomie that Mia had opted for the skirt and blouse without
having to be talked into it.

The way Mia opened her thighs, flipped her skirt to her
waist and passed two fingers over her clit as she watched Naomie undress might
be part of the reason she hadn’t needed convincing. The display stopped Naomie
for a moment.

“If you want a pre-shower snack…” Mia spread her pussy lips.

“You are so tempting.” Naomie shook her head. “No. We need
to get to the mall.” She forced herself to walk to the bathroom instead of the
bed and Mia’s inviting, glistening slit—pink and silky looking and begging for
Naomie’s tongue. She nibbled her bottom lip instead. Poor substitute but it
would hold her until playtime later.

She stepped into the shower and then turned on the water,
using the cold to help bring her libido under control.

Mia stood in the bathroom doorway, watching. The shower door
was clear glass that hid nothing and Mia’s gaze was making Naomie hot despite
the water still being cool.

Naomie said, “Stop staring and go pick out an outfit for me.
A skirt or dress, please. Thanks.”

Mia left the bathroom without a word. She called from the
closet, “How does someone who wears as little as you take up so much closet
space?”

Naomie laughed. “Dane asks me the same thing. It takes a lot
to look as good as I do. Plus I buy two colors—sometimes three colors—of every
outfit I love since my style of clothing is hard to come by sometimes.” She
finished her shower, shut off the water and stepped out while reaching for a
towel.

She was drying herself off as she entered the bedroom. “What
did you find?”

“You look good wet.” Mia looked over Naomie and licked her
lips.

“Down, girl. Heel. There’s plenty of time for that later.”
Naomie winked. “And it’s more fun in public.”

“So much more.” Mia held out the dress she’d chosen.

The blue, fitted crochet dress with flared skirt had a deep
V-neck with drawstring ties across the chest and short sleeves. Naomie had worn
it once since buying it. The skirt brushed the tops of her thighs. It was a
favorite but she wasn’t fond of the padded cups. She didn’t need padding. While
it was true they kept the dress from snagging her nipple ring, she wished the
makers of the dress had opted for a thin liner material. She couldn’t take the
pad out either. It was a piece of dyed foam rather than foam wrapped in fabric,
like with bras. Not that Naomie knew much about bras.

Naomie nodded and smiled her approval. “Good choice. Let me
find a thong to match.”

“Why a thong? Go without.”

“You are such an instigator.”

“It’ll just get in the way.” Mia licked her lips again with
a crooked smile.

Naomie’s clit twitched and moisture that had nothing to do
with her shower gathered in her pussy. “You’re right. The skirt is long enough
that I should be able to get away with it. I’ll take an emergency thong along
just in case.” She paused. “Actually I might already have one.”

Mia opened Naomie’s purse. She pulled out the rose plug with
a raised eyebrow and a questioning look.

“No. I just had Dane switch it out. It’s too much of a
hassle to wear shopping.” Naomie snatched it from Mia before the woman tried to
talk Naomie into putting it back in.

“There’s no thong in here.” Mia handed over the purse.

Naomie searched it but the small bag was empty except for
her wallet and keys. Then she remembered. “Shoot. Dane took it out and I must
have forgotten to put it back in.” She shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll grab another.”

“What about the one you left at Dane’s office?”

“I’m sure he’ll do something perverted with it before
bringing it home.” To be on the safe side, she grabbed her phone and fired off
a quick text to Dane’s cell. She didn’t want one of his coworkers finding the
thong. She especially didn’t want Bonnie to find it.

Dane’s reply text was quick and short.
In my pocket.

“He’s got it,” Naomie said to Mia before tossing both her
phone and purse on the bed. She went to the dresser for a replacement. She
never left the house without a thong either on her person or in her purse.
Preferably in her purse.

That was the fun of wearing loose skirts and why Naomie had
so many of them. The tight sheath skirts required she wear a thong because they
might ride up while she walked. Public indecency fines were annoying. Thus
Naomie opted for loose skirts that played peekaboo with anyone looking. The
person would have to be looking hard to prove she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She tossed a blue T-back thong toward the bed and then
pulled her dress over her head. It slid down her body and hugged her curves.
She twisted and snaked to get it to fall right. Smoothing her hand down the
back made sure it was covering her ass. A little tug at the front drawstring
laces to get that strained fabric effect finished her preparations. “Just let
me grab my shoes and we’re out of here.”

“Finally.”

“Oh hush. I took less than fifteen minutes.”

“That’s fifteen minutes we could have used to drive to the
mall.”

“And it was fifteen minutes well spent.”

“True.” Mia held her hand out to Naomie. “Bring your sweet
ass on.”

Naomie rushed into her closet, grabbed a pair of black heels
and then returned to Mia, who curved her hand around Naomie’s side. Letting Mia
steady her, Naomie slipped on her shoes. “You think the mall will have what I
want?”

“Do you even know what you want?”

“No. But do you think they’ll have it?”

“There’s a swimsuit shop and the lingerie shop. Between the
two, one of them will have something for you.”

“Good.” Naomie steered Mia toward the bed so she could grab
her purse and thong and then they left the bedroom. She stuffed the thong into
the side pocket of her purse for easy retrieval. Thanks to years of practice,
Naomie could put a thong on in under two seconds if the need arose. “My car or
yours?”

“Mine. I can drop you off at home on the way back and see
what Dane thinks of the swimsuit we chose.”

“I wish you were coming. Fred and Arisa will be there. And
you haven’t seen Luke in forever.”

“I wish I could be there too, but I can’t. Demon spawn
number one has a game.”

“What about demon spawn two?”

“We’re forcing him to come with and cheer on his brother.
He’s not happy about it, which means I get to put up with him pouting all
night.” She squeezed Naomie’s waist. “I have to make do with this shopping
trip.”

“But this is the fun part. You get to help me test out
bunches of swimsuits to see how well they work.”

“Yes, we have to make sure everyone can fondle you without
getting hung up on strings.” Mia shifted her hand lower so she brushed Naomie’s
bare ass. “And I do so love helping you with that.”

“I know you do. So let’s get going.” Naomie broke from Mia’s
hold before her friend got her too excited to leave the house. They would have
plenty of time to play at the mall.

Mia snapped her fingers. “Almost had you.”

“No, you didn’t. Now let’s go.” Naomie held the door so Mia
could pass her. She had just locked it when Mia pressed close and cupped
Naomie’s thighs.

Mia laid a kiss on Naomie’s neck. After licking the tip of
her tongue over Naomie’s earlobe, she asked, “You sure you don’t want to stay
in?”

Naomie shifted her ass over Mia’s crotch. She asked huskily,
“You sure you don’t want to watch me squirm while you finger me in a crowd of
people?”

“To the mall.” Mia released Naomie and went to her car.

Same old Mia. The woman loved watching Naomie fidget and
fight with her need to give in to her building desire—public or private. So long
as Naomie was moving, Mia wanted to watch.

Mia’s gaze devoured Naomie as she rounded the front of the
car on the way to the passenger door. Naomie decided to get in like a lady and
put her ass in first. She found Mia’s hand waiting for her when she sat. Naomie
squeaked at the unexpected—but not really unexpected—surprise and Mia wiggled
her fingers against Naomie’s pussy lips.

“Wet already, mamí?”

“For you, always.”

Mia freed her hand and brought her fingers to her lips. She
licked each one in long, even strokes and smiled. “Don’t drench the seat.”

“Too late.” Naomie waved her knees to help usher cool air
toward her heated sex.

“Stop that or we’ll never get there.”

Laughing, Naomie closed her legs. “Sorry.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“No, I’m not. You got me all hot and bothered. Hurry up and
get us to the mall so you can do something about it.”

“I’m driving. I’m driving.” Mia backed out of the driveway
and aimed the car for the highway.

The mall was a short drive that the women spent talking
about the party and what Naomie wanted in a swimsuit. While Naomie loved skimpy
clothing, she was almost the opposite where swimsuits were concerned. She shied
away from the thong style, preferring regular bottoms and bikini tops—if she
didn’t go with a one-piece—featuring full coverage with thick straps.

The one-piece suits she owned tended toward daring styles
with open sides and no backs, but her ass and breasts were covered. Her logic
was simple. She was wearing a swimsuit, not her normal attire. If all she was
going to wear was a thong and string top, she would riffle through her
underwear drawer and be done.

Besides, the effect of covering herself for a day at the
pool or beach tended to make her admirers hornier, as though seeing less of her
skin was a turn-on. It sure worked for Dane. She needed to greet him wearing
sweatpants and a loose cotton shirt one day to see how he would react. Her
guess was her sweatpants would be around her thighs while Dane bent her over
the nearest piece of furniture. He wouldn’t remove them completely because that
would ruin the fun.

Naomie said, “I need to stop by a regular clothing store and
get some sweatpants.” She wanted to test reality against fantasy and see if the
outcome would be the same.

“If you want. I don’t know why.”

“Just something for Dane.” Naomie grinned as she imagined
him tearing a hole in the crotch of the pants and fucking her through it rather
than pulling the pants down. “Two or three pairs should do it.”

“I see that smile, mamí. What are you planning?”

“Nothing. Nothing.”

“Uh huh.” Mia parked in the first spot she saw and shut the
car off. “Should I text Dane and warn him?”

“If you want but it won’t do him any good. And you don’t
even know what to warn him about.” Naomie wasn’t sharing until she’d seen the
end result.

Mia laughed as she opened her door. “You and your
surprises.” She shook her head. “It’s a wonder that man doesn’t have a hard-on
the second he comes home.”

“What makes you think he doesn’t?”

“True. True. This is Dane we’re talking about.”

“Like Quincy is any better.” Naomie had firsthand knowledge
of what Mia’s husband was like when he got home from work. Quincy had rubbed it
against her ass when he caught her napping in his bed after a romp with the
girls. The man was blessed, more than blessed. Almost unreal. Naomie couldn’t
wait to take him for a test drive one day.

Mia said, “Also true.”

They laughed as they walked to the mall entrance hand in
hand. Naomie gave a little shiver when the door swung open—thanks to a man
exiting—and the cold air hit her skin. She would acclimate in a few minutes but
that initial blast always caught her off guard.

Mia asked, “Where to first?”

“Swimsuit. I want to get that out of the way and then we can
play until it’s time to head home.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.” Mia guided Naomie through
the crowd. She wore a mischievous grin when they bypassed the escalator for the
stairs. The man a few steps below them whistled.

Naomie glanced over her shoulder at him. Could he see she
wasn’t wearing panties? Was her jewel-based anal plug visible from his vantage
point? If his intent stare and the way he directed the friend beside him to
take a look was any indication, the answer to at least one of the questions was
yes. The friend met Naomie’s gaze and wiggled his eyebrows. She winked at him.