That 'thing' again (part 2)

(12/5/13)
At the appointed time, late in the day Natasha came striding up the front walk to my office.  I never get tired of watching her.  Upon opening the door, she gave me an ever increasingly warm hug, lingering in the hug. I am sure she is not even aware of the need to press herself against me or that she dares not sit down until I lead her over to the sofa.

Me settled in my chair across from her and she sitting on the comfy sofa, she was looking at my chest or rather the pendant hanging around my neck.  
"Sharon, that thing is still happening. It is getting so frustrating and I don't know what to do about it.  I really appreciate all your help about it, though. Boris and I had an argument today, so I am a bit unsettled today. Forgive me please.  OH MY, Sharon that is most beautiful pendant I have ever seen you wear. You look simply wonderful today and I already feel better just being here."
I took the pendant from around my neck, holding it by the delicate gold chain.  

"I am glad you like it Natasha, I just got it from an admirer and I love how it sparkles in the light  I am sorry you are so frustrated by that thing, bothering you. I hope I can put your mind at ease and we can spend some time together"

I twisted the chain and it spun in the light sending off shards of light flickering in Natasha's eyes as she watched. I started moving it side to side, like I had done with other pendants in the previous visits. As if on automatic, Natasha's eyes followed.  Side to side, flickering lights... tired eyes... visibly drooping, Natsha's body sinking. . 

"I am glad you like my pendant Natasha, and you find it relaxing after a long but oh so frustrating week."  No longer did I say the word relaxing when Natasha's body just sank deeper into the soft sofa. Her eyes looked at the pendant trying to keep up with the swinging gem. "Just relax, Natasha, and follow the pendant with your eyes. Each week it gets better to relax here with me. You have been thinking being here is the perfect end to the long, frustrating week.  You have been wanting to relate all your frustration with your week in confidence with me"

Natasha nodded, trying to voice her sentiments but all that came out was "yesss... relax... deprr"  Natasha repeating the word relax is a trigger that accelerates her relaxation and drowsy feeling. Natasha picked up on my suggestion to share her week with me. I just love it when a subject hypnotizes themselves.
"Sharon... umm... Boris and I have been fighting over our lack of sex.  I so need to climax, but I haven't been able to without.... ummmm...  I don't even know. Ever since you helped me quit smoking... ummm, I just cant seem to climax at all."   

I watch Natasha squirm and let out a soft moan when relating what was on her mind. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sat just there. It was a strongly sexual act. She wasn't even aware of her mouth sucking on her finger. It make such sensual image as she make sucking sounds. 

(12/7/13)
"Natasha, relax deeper. Feel your body go limp and weak.", I whispered to her. Natasha, just let go.... even her finger dropped out of her mouth as her hand plopped onto her lap. "Natasha, you want to relate your dreams to me. You had this most wonderful dream where you and I were making out on the sofa. You have been wanting to tell me about your feelings for that have grown each time we talk. You are so glad I cured you of smoking and wish to repay me for my kindness. When I snap my fingers you will wake and feel warm, aroused. You look in my eyes and realize what you want"

Snapping my fingers, Natasha opened her eyes looking at me. Then she looked at her watch and fished out some $20s to lay on the desk. I came over to the sofa, smiling looking at her. Natasha just looked in my eyes, letting out a soft gasp and moaning softly as she put her finger back in her mouth, sucking on it.
"Sharon, I can't tell you how appreciative I am for you curing me of my awful smoking habit. I don't think I can thank you enough for the kindness you show me."  I feel Natasha leaning closer to me, inhaling her perfume and thinking how awful that she can't climax at all (NOT!!). 

Natasha looks at me quietly asking, "Sharon I am feeling very warm do you mind of I unbutton my top?  I don't know why I am so warm" She kept looking in my eyes, waiting for my response.
"of course not, Natasha, I want you to feel comfortable and relaxed with me. Open your top if it makes you feel better" Sometimes people just need permission to proceed.

I watched Natasha's fingers fumble with the buttons, as slowly one by one the buttons popped open revealing her modest breasts with dark nipples. Subtly she ran a finger over each nipple as she pulled her top off her shoulder and laid back against the sofa. I couldn't help but admire her perfect breasts and amazingly rigid nipples.
"I feel better, thank you Sharon", were the words that slipped out of her mouth as her finger slid into her mouth again.  Sitting there with her breasts exposed to the cool air with her finger in her mouth, listening to the slurping sounds of sucking. I watched her droopy eyes as her lips were sucking on her finger and she looked so beautiful.  I, too, was feeling warm and .... well, rather dewy at the moment. 

"Oh Sharon, will you join me on the sofa? I really like to be close to you. You have been so very kind to me", whispered Natasha.  Her eyes never left mine, and I could see lust in her eyes, as I sat very close to her. Natasha took her wet finger from her mouth and circled her nipple as she leaned very close to me. I could feel her hot breath on my face, as she looked in my eyes. "Sharon, I was dreaming about you last night. I couldn't get you off my mind. I... umm... would love to kiss you Sharon. I hope you think that's ok, with me being your client and all.... pleaseeeeee"

I laid my hand on her tummy as her lips touched mine, igniting a fire in both of us. Natasha had the most beautiful lips, full and sensuous, promising pleasure. I felt her lips pressing against mine, as I felt a little tremor shake her body. Her tongue licked my lips as we kissed longer.... my hand exploring the soft firmness of her belly.

(12/15/13)
Kissing took on a life of its own, as Natasha yielding to the probing of my tongue in her mouth. Her body was warm and sensuous as my hand explored her belly and slide over her right breast. I felt her nipple respond as she gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair, hungry for more kissing.

Finally, breaking the longest kiss in history, Natasha laid back looking in my eyes. "Sharon, I just can't have sex with Boris anymore, I just can't. I never really liked it very much anyway, but it got me to the US and modeling. Now that I am here, it is impossible to engage sexually with him anymore."  She looked in my eyes, and confessed what she had been carrying around with her.  Finally, as she lowered here eyes, "I am sorry to take so much of your time", Natasha said as I watched her chest moving up and down with her panting. "but I just find you so comforting and I just have no secrets from you. I... umm.... wonder if you would like to go out to dinner some night.... I don't know why I asked that"  

"I would love to, Natasha", I smiled answering before she could retract her invite.

After Natasha covered herself up again, I escorted her to the door.  We exchanged the hottest, deepest kissing with her pressed back against the door frame. I could feel her body melt to mine.  We said goodbye, and I watched her beautiful body make its way toward her car.  She looked a little unsteady but I was hoping the dinner would happen soon.

(12/23/13)
I got a phone call from Natasha Monday morning and as I answered I thought her voice sounded different. I heard a breathless kind of Natasha, "Boris is out of town, Sharon and I was ... um wondering....  if you would come over tonight for dinner. It would mean so much to me, Sharon. I really, really love to spend time with you. 7pm, ok? I leave your name with the guard at the locked gate"  I had to admire her honesty with me and the hesitation in her voice as she said what she had to say and clicked off. I smiled sitting there thinking about Internationally knows model, inviting me for dinner.

After business hours I showered and dressed in a nice conservative black dress, heels stockings.... a pretty pendant. I took her address from my file and drove to her place, 15 minutes early.  The guard said I was expected and directed me to her large home. I rang the bell, and was greeted warmly by Natasha. She took my hand, led me and after the door clicked shut gave me a warm kiss.  She had on a flowing dress that seemed to glide over her body as she moved. Quite lovely and fascinating.

We sat on the loveseat across from the sofa, sipping wine and talking intimately. Natasha has this delightful way of leaning in when she talks with me, almost touching me with her lips.  
"I apologize if I was forward and too direct, Sharon" she whispered. "I really like you and wanted to spend an evening with you. I have been thinking a lot about you, lately", she confessed to me letting it hang there. I caressed her cheek as I felt a shudder come over her. "... a lot of thinking, Sharon"  "I wanted you.....  you..... here", she seemed to be rambling and overwhelmed by my touch.

(12/24/13)
Natasha, as if on auto pilot confessed "I really like your new pendant, Sharon. It goes so well with your dress and ....  your eyes..... your eyes"

I lifted it up off my bodice and took it off as her eyes never left it. I held it in front of her eyes, slightly above her eyes twirling the gold chain in my fingers as she looked at it.

"I am so glad you like it Natasha, I picked this one especially for tonight and for you. Do you see how close the color is to my eyes, almost perfectly... almost perfectly", I whispered to Natasha. Her eyes went from the pendant to my eyes, back to the pendant, back to my eyes. "I think the combination of my eyes and pendant is very relaxing, Natasha. Let your eyes follow the pendant while you look in my eyes. Feel how relaxing that is, Natasha. Feel it.... deeply", I suggested to the beautiful model. She just seemed to sink before my eyes, her tired eyes never leaving the pendant that was begun to swing side to side. Her eyelids looked so heavy and tired.

"Sharon, I love looking at the pendant you selected just for me. ... love looking.... looking deep... love.....", Natasha whispered as her index finger entered her mouth. She sucked on her finger, slurping sounds as her hips moved suggestively.  

(12/29/13)
Natasha got that far away look in her eyes that I love so much. "Just watch Natasha, there is nothing so important as watching and relaxing. Every time you feel aroused, you slide your index finger in your mouth and such it suggestively. Sucking your finger gets you even hotter and needier. You came to me to cure your smoking, which we did so amazingly successfully. You are very appreciative of me curing you of smoking. In fact, you love me for curing you of smoking. Only recently have you noticed the inability to achieve climax in any situation. You have been ultimately frustrated about that, but so relaxed when you are with me. You are seeking me out more and more, because it feels right. It is only natural because you feel so hot and relaxed with me. Hot and relaxed with me, Natasha. Now when I say the single word 'alert' you will look at me and feel so close to me. There are no barriers between us, like there are with you and others. You feel hot and alert now..... alert"

Natasha opened her eyes looking in mine, her lips were sucking harder on her finger as she blinked once. "Oh Sharon, I am so fortunate to be able to spend time with you. I hope you are feeling the same way about me and being here."  Natasha almost had the entire finger in her mouth, sucking noises were heard as she leaned forward, like she felt she needed to do. "I hope you feel this way with me, Sharon. I can not get over how sexy your lips are, Sharon. I feel nothing .... umm... Sharon, I hate to admit to you but I can not climax at all. I have tried everything, Sharon. I feel so like crying, it never happens anymore", Natasha said as she slid her finger from her mouth with a little pop. She was so close I felt her breath on my lips as her hands held my head. Natasha practically threw her luscious body on me as we shared a deep moaning, groaning, grinding kiss.