The Sensual Sunday Story continues as we follow Giorge meeting her obsession. From being a voyeur watching him once to meeting him at work. How will she cope? Find out and may you enjoy the read.
Sensual Sunday: The Client! Two
Dressed casually with a half open shirt he stopped the conversation with his assistant. A smirk is drawn across his face, closing the nearby folder. “You must be Giorge, glad you are not wasting all of my time here”
-“Yes well… uhm… I…” Giorge is unable to speak a well thought out word. Fighting of the feelings and emotions her body are sending her in. The warmth over powering her, she can feel the drops roll across the arch of her spine. And then these urges putting her in heat, remembering all those moments she came thinking of him. Muscles in her legs ready to cave in, but she tries to keep on her two feet. Eyes franticly looking for a point to stare at, without being disrespectful to the guests and look away, licking her lips to keep them from drying out. There is no sun out but she feels she is cooking in a desert.
His assistant stands up showing off her voluptuous body, tightly squeezed in a fitted jacket. “I like you to meet, Harry Grappler, the new male face for Vincenzo Fashion. You will call him Sir Harry. My name is Miss Monica Nolan, his personal assistant. So if you please, we like to get started, since you’re so late we have no time for personal questions and we have a shoot in 10.”
“Yes, thank you. My name is uhm… Giorge Voluttuoso and please if you would follow me to the uhm… to the studio.” Giorge has a good look again at the woman and daps a handkerchief across her head. The blonde hair, the curves, they all match with the woman she saw this morning. Dressed to most certainly show of her best assets.
Surely not that Giorge has anything to complain, wearing a simple pencil skirt, a bright red blouse with just enough white lace showing, along the edges of the left open blouse. Grandma’s pearls giving enough shine around her neck. Nothing being over the top.
The three walk over to the elevator as Harry leans over and presses the button before Giorge could. His breath close enough to have her feel the warmth caressing her like a summer breeze. His fragrance setting her body even more on fire. The imagination of him, the way he would smell and feel up close have Giorge dangle from a small thread over the abyss.
Straining herself not to jump, she clenches her papers so tight her knuckle turn white. Holding her breath for that instant she waits fro the doors to slide open and have him walk inside to give her some space.
“No need to looks so uptight Giorge, I won’t bite, …unless you want me to, of course.”Harry starts laughing leaning in a corner of the elevator.
She stands on the opposite side looking back at Harry and Monica, who lets harry rub and even squeeze her cheeks as her reactions clearly show. “Stop it, can you for once act like a professional, Sir Harry”
-“Oh come on Monica, you love it, just admit it”
Giorge presses her hands and papers down on her self. The slight pressure enough to have her bite her lip and quickly cling on to the railing, so she would not fall over form the electric current her clit shot through her.
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