My Cousin Cynthia and Me: A Morning to be Remembered

I set my alarm for 4:15, determined to tackle the day with Cynthia, but my body had other plans. A raging headache and nausea took over at 3:17 AM, forcing me to take a few extra minutes to collect myself.

After a hasty attempt to settle my stomach with a bagel, I felt somewhat human by 4:30. I decided to put on a brave face and pretend I was fine, hoping to bluff my way through the early morning jog.

Cynthia arrived a bit late, and I was grateful for the extra time to compose myself. As we set out on the beach, the sky was ablaze with an orange hue, a perfect backdrop for our run.

I opted for a sporty outfit, complete with mid-thigh black running tights and a black lycra v-neck top. Trying to replay the events of the previous night was a bit of a challenge, but I decided to play it cool and see if she’d bring it up.

“Looks like you’re ready, shall we?” Cynthia asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was looking stunning in her pink form-fitting yoga pants and matching sport tank.

“Three, two, one, go!” she shouted, and we took off at a brisk pace. I was immediately struck by the way the shimmering hot pink fabric hugged her curves, and I found myself fixated on her ass as we ran.

As we picked up speed, I couldn’t help but think about the previous night’s encounter, and my hormones began to stir. I tried to reign in my thoughts, but it was no use – I was captivated by the sight of her sweaty backside.

Eventually, we made our way back to the house, where a mouth-watering breakfast spread awaited us. The conversation was light and easy, with no mention of the previous night’s activities.

“I gotta say, I was impressed how you were ready to go this morning,” Cynthia said, smiling as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “I was feeling pretty rough myself.”

“I got sick around 3:30, but some Tylenol helped me shake it off,” I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie with my new boss.

As we finished our breakfast and Cynthia excused herself to shower, I decided to take a moment for myself. I retrieved the silver bullet from my bag and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over me.

As I began to wash myself, I imagined Cynthia’s hands on my skin, her fingers tracing the curves of my body. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself reaching for the silver bullet, my passion building with each passing moment.

I let out a moan as I touched myself, the water cascading down my face as I surrendered to the pleasure. My mind was filled with images of Cynthia, her fingers dancing across my skin, her tongue probing my lips.

“Oh yes, feels so good!” I squealed, my body trembling with desire. “Please, Cynthia, make me cum… Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!”

The orgasm washed over me, leaving me breathless and shaken. As I finished, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret – I had let my hormones get the better of me, and now I was left to deal with the consequences.

With a sigh, I cleaned myself up and headed back to the main part of the house, feeling a bit more composed. But as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in over my head – and that Aunt Scarlet was just getting started.

Cynthia stood before a large blanket, applying sunscreen to her belly in the bright sunlight. The black string bikini accentuated her curves, and her even tan showcased her toned physique. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of attraction as I gazed at her.

“Do you like it?” she teased, looking back over her shoulder.

I turned tomato red, unable to break away from the sight of her sweet ass. “It’s just not fair, you have one of the world’s greatest business minds and one of the world’s hottest bodies as well. I’m sorry, but you definitely rock that bikini,” I stammered, trying to play off my staring.

“Can you get my back for me?” she handed me the sunscreen.

She lay face down on the blanket, toes pointed, and legs spread. Her ass screamed for me to touch it. I asked, hoping for a yes, “legs too?”

“Please, then I can do you.” She turned her head to the right, laid her head on the blanket, and closed her eyes.

I knelt between her feet and squeezed out the sunscreen onto my palm, beginning to rub it on her ankle. I picked up her foot and covered her feet, giving them a bit of a rub. She moaned her approval, so I stepped it up with a full-blown foot rub.

“Oh Leasie, that feel wonderful. I didn’t know you were a masseuse too,” she sighed.

I moved to the next foot and applied lotion while working her heel with my thumbs. “That feels amazing. You can do that all day if you want,” she sounded like she was in a dream state.

I worked her calves, causing her to continue moaning and sighing. I kneaded her hamstrings and thighs, feeling the heat rise between my legs.

My focus was on the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her lady parts. It dipped in between her labia ever so slightly. As I applied the lotion further up her legs, I found myself leaning closer, rubbing my lubed hands over her warm, soft skin.

“Not a hint of razor stubble anywhere. Not a single hair poking out of the tiny strip of cloth,” I thought to myself, my mind racing with desire.

I was breathing deeply and found it difficult to swallow as my heart rate rocketed. I wanted so badly to slide my hands over that firm ass and peel off those bikini bottoms. She had to have shaved herself completely to wear that tiny bikini.

As my hands reached the top of her thighs, my fingers touched the bottom of her warm buns. Leaning in, I caught a whiff of her scent and noticed a tiny wet spot forming on the thin strip of material covering her crotch.

“I was startled by the sight of her perfect ass in a tiny thong that exposed most of her golden globe cheeks,” I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Can you untie me please?” she asked. “I don’t like tan lines.”

I pulled the string, untying the lower strap and then the upper, tossing the strings aside, exposing her entire back. I squeezed out more lotion and massaged her upper back and shoulder. She moaned and sighed her approval.

“Damn Leasie, you have a real talent. I’ve paid two thousand dollars and not gotten a massage this good. Please don’t stop,” she grinned softly with her eyes closed.

As my hands moved over the curve of her shoulders and touched her neck, she sighed with such pleasure it sent a new wave of warm wetness through my vagina. I wanted to lean all the way forward, slide her ponytail aside, and kiss her neck.

I fought to control my breathing, trying to shift my focus off ravaging my new boss and role model, telling myself I could ruin the opportunity of a lifetime.

“There you go, all done,” I said, breathing slowly and deliberately.

“Are you gonna let me burn my cheeks?” She wiggled her butt.

“Uh…I guess not,” I said, squeezing out a little more lotion spreading it on both hands. I backed up slightly and placed a hand on either cheek, thumbs toward the center and fingers pointing up.

I started at her hips and pressed slowly up, pushing my fingers under the edge of her thong. My heart pumped, and the heat between my legs intensified.

“You’re on the beach… anyone can see,” a voice whispered in my head.

I slid my hands down, thumbs pressing gently into her ass crack as I worked down and around her buns. My thumbs dipped down and glided over her upper thigh and lower ass, moving back across to her hips.

I gripped her inner thigh, spreading her labia apart and letting the thong cameltoe a bit, which allowed her dark pink labia to peek out ever so slightly.

“Need some more lotion,” I whispered, trying to sound calm. “How do you manage to have no tan lines down here?”

“I’ll show you later,” she replied with her eyes closed, grinning. She relaxed and her cheeks spread slightly.

I began to spread lotion, pushing firmly on her buns in small growing circles. Then I worked my thumbs into her ass crack a little further each time and gripped her a little more firmly with each circle.

As I reached the top of the circle, I noticed the exposed tips of her labia were glistening, and the strip of material covering her pussy showed wet spots soaking through.

“I quickly jumped up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist,” I thought, feeling a sense of panic wash over me.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked, straining her neck to look behind.

“All done,” I replied, thinking about my next move. “Where are you going?”

“I got an unwanted visitor this morning. My breasts feel like they were put in a vice and I wanna make sure the dam doesn’t burst. I’ll be back in a few,” I said, trying to sound convincing.

“Do you need anything?” she asked.

“I think I have all I need, thanks,” I said, heading back to the room. I stood in front of the mirror, removing the towel. Although not as bad as I thought, the spot was pretty noticeable from the front, and really noticeable from the bottom.

I started the shower, removing my swimsuit. The dam held, but I removed it and cleaned up the aftermath of my lustful thoughts in the shower.

“Retrieving the silver dildo for round two, but thought, ‘I don’t even need it,'” I thought, my mind consumed by Cynthia.

I sat on the bench in the walk-in shower, leaned back, and let the water run as I closed my eyes and imagined peeling off her bikini bottoms.

“I envisioned kneeling between her legs and slowly spreading them wider as I leaned in close enough to breathe in her scent,” I thought, my fingers moving instinctively.

I inserted two fingers into myself, imagining they were entering her. I could hear her sighs of pleasure as she began to rhythmically move her hips to hump my fingers.

“Oh Leasie, I’ve never felt anything like…OOHH Leasie, I’m gonna cum sweetie!” I said in a high-pitched squeal.

My fingers moved insanely fast as my orgasm was already upon me. I recalled her perfume and the scent of her from that dildo.

As my orgasm subsided, my eyes remained closed. I imagined myself knelt before her glistening pussy, oozing with her sweet cum.

“Damn Cynthia, I have never felt anything like this before,” I sighed, my fingers penetrating me once again.

“I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, but I can’t stop thinking about you, touching you and tasting you,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper.

I wanted to lean all the way forward, slide her ponytail aside, and kiss her neck.

“Oh, Leasie, your tongue…Oh baby, you feel good sweetie. Suck my pussy please! Ohhhhhhh, yeeessss, feels so good Leasie…Suck my clit, Oh God yes!”

As orgasm number three washed over me, I imagined sucking her clit then thrusting my tongue as far in her as I could reach while she gripped the back of my head, forcing me deeper, and grinding herself against my mouth and face.

“Oh Leasie, I’m cumming in that hot, little mouth!” I squealed, playing the role of Cynthia again.

I could almost feel her hot cum drenching my face as she gyrated wildly holding my face against her pussy with both hands.

As the orgasm peaked, I continued to slowly finger myself envisioning slowly lapping up her juices before backing off and giving her a chance to recover.

I was startled back to reality by what sounded like a door creaking. My eyes popped open as I sat upright, straining to see anything. I listened intently trying to quiet my breathing and pounding heartbeat, terrorized by the thought of being caught.

After drying off, I wrapped a towel around me and looked in the mirror. I leapt slightly and let out a squeal startled by the sound of a knock on the door.

“It’s me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I have some great stuff here for the cramps and sore tits,” she said, stepping closer.

“I’m so sorry Leasie sweetie, I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you OK?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had any idea how much she affected me.

As I stood there, I couldn’t help but think about my next move, and whether I would be able to resist the allure of my new boss and role model.

As I gazed at her, her tiny bikini seemed to vanish, leaving only the vibrant aroma of her perfume lingering in the air. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, their intensity making my skin prickle with desire. I yearned to pull her close, feel her warmth, and taste her lips.

The sound of my own ragged breathing filled my ears as I tried to compose myself. My mind screamed at me to stop, to snap out of this obsessive fantasy, but my body refused to listen. Every inch of her bronze skin seemed to scream at me, begging to be touched, kissed, and savored.

“Leasie, are you okay?” she asked, concern etched on her face. “You look a little… flustered.” She held out a bottle of pills, her arm brushing against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

“Thanks, I think I just need to… yeah, this should help,” I stuttered, my hand shaking as I took the pill. Her touch on my shoulder sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment when she pulled away.

“I can show you the tan line secret,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She strutted out the door, her nearly naked ass leaving me breathless.

I sat back down, trying to compose myself. “She’s my boss,” I whispered to myself, as if trying to convince my own mind to snap out of this fantasy. “I need to stop this.” But my eyes kept drifting back to her, my body screaming at me to give in to this desire.

As I sat there, trying to gather my thoughts, she beckoned me to join her on the patio. “Best cure for a hangover is a hearty breakfast,” she said, taking a bite of her eggs.

“Or cumming three times,” my mind whispered, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

I filled my plate, trying to focus on the food, but my eyes kept straying to her, drinking in the sight of her naked skin, her perfectly shaved pussy, and the curve of her ass.

As I finished my breakfast, she stood up, a remote control in her hand. “I’ll show you the secret,” she said, pressing a button that brought up a tinted glass wall, separating the pool and patio from the outside world.

The wall was only tinted, but we had a clear view through it. I felt like I was staring into a dream, a fantasy world where nothing mattered but her and me, and the desire burning between us.

She stood up, her eyes locked on mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat. “Do you see?” she asked, her voice husky, her eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded, my throat dry, my body screaming at me to reach out, to touch her, to taste her. But I didn’t move, frozen in place, my eyes glued to her.

As I sat there, my mind racing with desire, she asked me to help her with her top. I hesitated, my hand reaching out, my fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“You can see right through the glass,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers. “You’re gorgeous, but don’t you worry about…?” I couldn’t finish, my voice trailing off as I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths. “It’s one-way glass,” she said, her voice husky. “We can see out, but they can’t see in.” She turned and walked away, leaving me staring after her, my body still screaming at me to give in to this desire.

As I sat there, trying to gather my thoughts, I saw her lying on the lounge chair, her legs spread wide, her ass glistening in the sunlight. I felt like I was staring into a dream, a fantasy world where nothing mattered but her and me, and the desire burning between us.

The diamond shape between her legs seemed to glow, beckoning me closer, drawing me in with its beauty, its sensuality. I felt like I was powerless to look away, my eyes glued to her, my body screaming at me to reach out, to touch her, to taste her.

As I sat there, my mind racing with desire, I felt like I was losing myself, like I was drowning in this fantasy, this obsession. But I didn’t care, I was too far gone, too caught up in this desire, this need.

“Are you awake, Cynthia?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

But she didn’t answer, her eyes still closed, her breathing slow and steady. I felt like I was staring into a dream, a fantasy world where nothing mattered but her and me, and the desire burning between us.

I sat back in my chair, my eyes still locked onto the diamond that glistened between Cynthia’s legs. The air was thick with tension as I struggled to maintain my composure. Where do I start? Her thighs? Her buns? Her clit? I leaned forward, my mind racing with possibilities.

Cynthia raised her head, catching me in the act. I quickly sat back, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Cynthia, are you awake?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

She didn’t respond, but I knew I had to act fast. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

But it was too late. My eyes had already settled onto the diamond, and I was lost in its beauty. I pictured myself touching it, tasting it, exploring every inch of its warm, moist surface.

I bit down on the towel, trying to distract myself from the growing ache within me. But it only seemed to intensify, and I found myself whimpering softly as I fantasized about the diamond.

I wanted to scream, to tell Cynthia how much I wanted to probe that sweet, wet pussy and taste her as she came in my mouth. But I knew I had to keep my cool, to pretend that nothing was happening.

As I sat there, frozen in my chair, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I came in a pulsing wave of pleasure that dwarfed any orgasm my last boyfriend could induce.

When I finally came back to reality, Cynthia was looking at me with a concerned expression.

“I needed that,” she said, smiling. “Did I miss anything? Are you feeling better?”

“No, just soaking up the sun,” I replied calmly. “I am getting a little hot. I might go into the AC for a bit.”

As the day went on, I couldn’t shake the image of the diamond from my mind. I found myself stealing glances at Cynthia, wondering when I could touch it again.

But for now, I had to keep my distance, to pretend that I was still in control. I knew it wouldn’t last, not with the way I was feeling.

As I walked back to the house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that this was just the beginning of a long, hot summer.

But for now, I had to keep my cool, to pretend that nothing was happening. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

“Let’s talk about your role and get our calendars in sync,” Cynthia said, tapping the seat next to her.

“Great, be right back,” I said, heading back to my room.

When I returned, Cynthia was sitting on the sofa with her laptop, looking stunning in a red cover-up.

“Feeling better?” she asked, not looking up.

“I am feeling fine, thanks.”

As we talked about my role and the process for getting set up with HR, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Cynthia’s legs. They were still just as beautiful as I had remembered, and I found myself wondering when I could touch them again.

But for now, I had to keep my distance, to pretend that I was still in control. I knew it wouldn’t last, not with the way I was feeling.

As the day went on, I found myself growing more and more restless. I couldn’t shake the image of the diamond from my mind, and I knew that I had to act fast.

“Paris?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yes, there is a series of fashion shows and it gives the opportunity to meet with several of the CEO’s and CFO’s of the major players in the industry,” Cynthia said, smiling.

I tried to sound interested, but I couldn’t help but think about the diamond. I wanted to be in Paris, to be close to Cynthia and to touch that beautiful, warm, moist surface.

But for now, I had to keep my cool, to pretend that nothing was happening. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant.

“That will be great,” I said, trying to sound casual.

As the day went on, I found myself growing more and more restless. I couldn’t shake the image of the diamond from my mind, and I knew that I had to act fast.

“I’m glad we could have this time to talk,” Cynthia said, smiling.

“Me too,” I replied, trying to sound sincere.

But as I stood up to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that this was just the beginning of a long, hot summer.

And I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

Ghalib was waiting for me at the helipad, looking handsome in his suit.

“Greetings, Ms. Carmichael,” he said, taking my bags.

“Hello, Ghalib,” I replied, trying to sound professional.

As we drove back to my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that I had a lot to look forward to, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

But for now, I had to keep my cool, to pretend that nothing was happening. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Did it go well?” Ghalib asked, smiling.

“I think so,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

But as I looked back at Ghalib, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. I knew that I had to keep my distance, to pretend that nothing was happening.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, smiling.

“I’ll be here,” Ghalib replied, smiling back.

As I walked into my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that I had a lot to look forward to, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

But for now, I had to keep my cool, to pretend that nothing was happening. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

And as I looked out the window, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder. I was living in my own Manhattan apartment, working for Cynthia Liebert, and I had a long, hot summer ahead of me.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that this was just the beginning of an adventure that would change my life forever.

Cynthia, the HR Director, greeted me warmly as I arrived at the office about 30 minutes early. Her grey business jacket and skirt complemented her brown hair, which was styled in a neat bun. She escorted me to the 42nd floor to complete the necessary paperwork, including a personality test, background checks, and applications for the job, insurance, and medical background. The process was lengthy, but Stephanie was kind and efficient, making the experience as smooth as possible.

By lunchtime, I had finished the paperwork, and Cynthia took me to the cafeteria for a meal. We ate together, and I was struck by her genuine interest in getting to know me. It was clear that she was a kind and caring person who genuinely wanted to help me succeed.

After lunch, Cynthia led me to Cynthia’s office, where I was introduced to the team. Cynthia was on a conference call with her team of analysts, discussing investment strategies and stock valuations. I was fascinated by the conversation and impressed by Cynthia’s leadership style. She was confident, knowledgeable, and kind, making everyone feel valued and included.

“So, you made it through the HR gauntlet,” Cynthia said with a smile when the call ended. “That’s a good sign. What did you think of the call?”

“It sounds like a great team,” I replied. “I loved the team atmosphere and the energy was great. I’m just glad to have this opportunity.”

Cynthia smiled and leaned forward. “I think I have a winner,” she said. “If you were in with Bill Richards, bring your chair around, and we’ll dive into the calendar. Bring your laptop.”

I rolled the chair around next to hers, and we began to review the calendar together. As we worked, I couldn’t help but notice the scent of her perfume, which was a subtle yet enticing blend of honeysuckle and spice. It was a scent that seemed to evoke a sense of calm and confidence, and I found myself feeling more at ease in her presence.

As we worked, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Cynthia, taking in her profile and the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back. I felt a flutter in my chest, and I quickly looked away, trying to compose myself. I didn’t want to appear distracted or unprofessional.

“Are you still with me, Ms. Carmichael?” Cynthia asked, her head tilted slightly to one side. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, trying to sound calm. “I just got a bit carried away with the calendar.”

Cynthia smiled and leaned back in her chair. “You’re doing great,” she said. “I like your enthusiasm.”

As we continued to work together, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I was looking forward to this new role and the opportunities it would bring. But I was also aware of the potential for something more, something that I couldn’t quite put into words.

“I have a few meetings this week,” Cynthia said, glancing at her calendar. “You’ll need to meet with Gavin Johnson from GM on Tuesday, and then a meeting with the marketing team on Wednesday. Can you make those arrangements?”

“Absolutely,” I replied. “I’ll make sure to get everything set up.”

Cynthia smiled and nodded. “Great,” she said. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in action.”

Later that day, I received a call from Sheila at Jet The World, and we discussed the arrangements for our trip to Paris. I was determined to get the best possible deal, and after some negotiation, we were able to secure a price of $89,500 for the round trip. I was thrilled with the result and sent a note to Cynthia with the details.

Cynthia responded quickly, saying, “Great job!” I was pleased with the result and felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I was excited to see what the future held, both personally and professionally.

As I boarded the jet at Teterboro on Friday, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. I was going to Paris, and I was going with Cynthia. I couldn’t wait to see what the city had in store for us.

The jet was incredible, with a spacious interior and comfortable seating. Cynthia was already on board when I arrived, and we exchanged pleasantries as we settled in for the flight. We talked about the meeting for next week and the plans for our trip to Paris, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

As we ate dinner and sipped our wine, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Cynthia, taking in her profile and the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back. I felt a flutter in my chest, and I quickly looked away, trying to compose myself. I didn’t want to appear distracted or unprofessional.

“I have to admit, with all my success, I sometimes wonder if letting him get away was the biggest mistake of my life,” Cynthia said, her eyes locked on mine.

“His loss,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her. I wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, that she was strong and capable. But I didn’t. Instead, I looked away, trying to compose myself.

“Time flies,” Cynthia said, glancing at her watch. “We should try to get some rest.”

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I was tired, and I needed to rest. But as I settled into my bunk, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I was going to Paris, and I was going with Cynthia. And I had a feeling that this trip was going to be one I would never forget.

Cynthia stood with her back to me, the soft glow of the plane’s cabin lights casting a warm ambiance on her curves. Her lacey black string tank top and matching shorts showcased her athletic physique, the strings forming an ‘X’ on her upper back between her shoulder blades, where the fabric was translucent but for the lower two inches of decorative mesh.

I tried not to stare, but my eyes were drawn to the tantalizing sight of her skin peeking through the frilly lace, the curve of her ass and the crack of her thighs visible through the fabric. My mouth watered at the thought of planting kisses on her shoulder blades and moving up towards her neck.

When she turned, the top revealed her belly button through the lace, and I felt a pang of desire wash over me. I wanted to kiss around her navel and feel the softness of her skin against my lips.

I had to turn and look away, or I would have lost all control. I climbed quickly into the bed, trying to compose myself. “I’m tired, what a great week it’s been. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I’m so grateful,” I said, trying to sound sincere.

“Thank you for taking the position, your timing is impeccable,” Cynthia replied, her voice smooth and confident.

I lay with my face to the wall, trying to distract myself from the mental slideshow of her images that kept playing in my head. The shape of her shoulders and exposed back, the silhouette of her ass crack through the lace, her beautiful neck, and the curve of her hips.

I felt the heat between my legs intensify, and I knew I had to take action to avoid giving in to my desires. I turned over and lay facing her, trying to calm my racing heart. She was under the covers, her blanket gently rising and falling with each breath.

I pictured snuggling beside her, my cheek on her shoulder, and my face nuzzled against her warm neck. I imagined feeling her heartbeat and matching the rhythm of my breathing with hers.

I envisioned my hand caressing her skin, tracing the lace outline of her pajamas, but I knew I had to resist. I took a deep breath and left the bed, trying to compose myself. I entered the bathroom, carefully peeling off my running shorts and panties.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes locked on the gap between my labia. My middle finger slid down, the surrounding fingers sandwiched between my pussy lips. I closed my eyes, my voice barely above a whisper, “Oh Cynthia, you make me so warm and wet.”

“Do you want me inside you Leasie?” I imagined her hot breath in my ear, but I knew I had to be careful. I inserted my middle finger, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. “Yes please,” I panted, my voice trembling with desire.

I thrust my finger to the hilt, pulled it out, and shoved all three fingers into my mouth, tasting my own juices. “Mmmuuhhhh,” I moaned, sucking them clean. “Tastes so good.”

I thrust all three fingers back in, sandwiching my clit between two of them, and began to work them wildly, bracing myself on the sink. “Oh Cynthia, baby, I’m cumming for you, I need it bad!” I cried out, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

My fingers moved so fast I could hear the sloshing sound of my juices against my screaming pussy. “Cumming for you… H, hard. Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! YYYYeeeesssss!” I moaned, my legs stiff and trembling.

As my orgasm passed, I panted heavily, looking in the mirror, satisfied and horrified at the same time. I cleaned myself with hand soap and tissues, got dressed, and quietly crawled back to bed, face to the wall.

Cynthia didn’t stir or speak, which was a relief, and eventually, I fell asleep. When we awoke, she didn’t say another word about it. We got dressed, and the plane landed, a limo waiting for us.

We spent the weekend in Paris, touring the sights, and barely discussing business. I managed to keep my lusty thoughts in check, even at the restaurant she loved so much. It was an intimate established family restaurant with all the ambiance you would expect in Paris.

Saturday, we spent seven hours in the Louvre, examining every piece and discussing them all. Afterwards, we went to dinner, where we were taken into the kitchen, and we were allowed to taste the food. It was like nothing I had ever experienced in the states.

Cynthia had the duck confit, and I had the Bouillabaisse, which was amazing, even after the historical context, that it was a stew originally devised to use up parts and scraps that could not be sold at the market.

We walked for nearly two hours along the Seine River, in the moonlight in Paris. It was a dream come true.

Sunday was a day of sightseeing; the Eiffel Tower, Champs-Élysées, The Notre Dame Cathedral, and two palaces. We finished the night with a late dinner and two bottles of wine.

We sat on the couch for an hour, talking about the work day tomorrow, but then the conversation turned personal and comfortable. We sat facing each other, our feet folded beneath us, knees touching.

When her perfume hit my brain, I leaned forward without thought and kissed her shiny red lips. Electricity pumped through me, so soft and warm. I breathed in her perfume and pressed my tongue into her warm mouth.

She began to reciprocate, and another wave of tingling warmth washed through me. When I placed a hand on her cheek, she grabbed it and pulled it away, breaking the kiss.

“This can’t happen Alecia, I am sorry if signals were crossed, but it would be wholly inappropriate for so many reasons,” she said, her voice firm but gentle.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, please,” I said frantically, but she cut me off.

“Relax, Ms. Carmichael, these things happen. I am not offended, and you are not in trouble. It was just a misunderstanding, it’s Paris, we had wine… Let’s just get some sleep and get ready for a big day tomorrow,” she said calmly.

“Please trust me. It is not a big deal, and it will not affect your job in any way. Get a good night’s sleep. We have an exciting day tomorrow. Good night.”

I lay there awake most of the night, afraid I blew my whole career to pieces in one stupid moment of weakness. If it was not a big deal, why did she call me Ms. Carmichael?

The next morning, Cynthia acted as if nothing had happened, and we had early morning sessions at the spa to have our hair done. Mine was a classic straight hanging cut, but they worked magic to put some body and fullness to it, and my dark hair shimmered like I had never seen.

Cynthia’s was a combination of a shag layered flowing hair style that framed her face perfectly and looked stunning from the back. I was afraid to comment for fear of making my situation worse.

As we looked in the mirror in our robes at the spa, her comment relieved my anxiety a bit.

“Excellent work Filipe and Elaine, we are gonna turn some heads today,” she said, smiling at me in the mirror, and giving me a warm smile.

I struggled with my clothing choices for this trip, trying to decide what to wear for business meetings with fashion Icons and then a fashion show. I picked a sleeveless white dress with full shoulders and a low-cut back that was open to just below my shoulder blades.

The skirt was somewhat flared, and the hem was mid-thigh. It was risqué for me, but when in Paris, risqué is the norm. The top was form-fitting with a V-neck exposing some cleavage, and the fabric was a synthetic satin covered in white lace that extended just slightly below the hemline.

I had a grey form-fitting suit jacket that gave it the professional look for business and could be removed for the fashion show.

Cynthia wore a nearly full-length light blue form-fitting dress with a slit up the left side that would allow full leg exposure if she wanted. The back was fully open, forming a V shape dangerously close to her curvy ass.

The arch of her back was possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen, with a subtle valley up her spine that disappeared beneath her flowing blond hair mid-way up her back. Her entire back was exposed, with the upper half hidden beneath her golden hair.

I wanted to shift her hair aside and kiss every inch of her exposed skin. Much to my dismay, she put on a matching jacket that covered her completely.

“Beautiful Leasie, take off the jacket and let me have a look,” she said, smiling at me, making a turning motion with her pointer finger.

I took off the jacket, and she sighed and bit her bottom lip with a come-hither smirk.

“Excellent choice Ms. Carmichael, we are going to close the deal today, I can feel it,” she said, looking me up and down.

I was angry with myself as I could feel my wetness just from the look she gave me.

She called me Leasie, and I felt a flutter in my chest. I was confused and a little angry, but I knew I had to play along.

Cynthia stepped into her office, a confident smile spreading across her face as she locked the door behind her. I couldn’t help but notice the way the soft light danced across her features, highlighting the angles of her cheekbones and the curve of her lips.

She walked over to the mirror on the wall, running a hand through her hair as she gazed at her reflection. I watched, mesmerized, as she worked her hair loose from the confines of her jacket, the strands cascading down her back like a golden waterfall.

She turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I think it’s time we got to work, don’t you?”

“I suppose we should,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

She laughed, the sound like music, and began to prepare for our meeting with the executives from Yves Saint Laurent and Gucci’s parent company, Kering SA.

As we walked into the conference room, Cynthia took charge, effortlessly navigating the conversation and extracting concessions from the other side. I watched in awe as she worked her magic, her words dripping with confidence and authority.

When the meeting reached a stalemate, Cynthia leaned over and whispered something in my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t see how we could take this sort of risk, at these thin margins. What if we stipulate to that point but in exchange add three years to the deal to make it eight years in exchange for the additional risk?”

Her words were like a siren’s call, drawing me in and making me want to give in to her whims. I couldn’t help but be swept up in the drama of the moment, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

As the meeting drew to a close, Cynthia turned to me with a smile. “Well done, Leasie. You were a natural.” She took a step closer, her eyes locked on mine. “But be careful, darling. You can’t always trust your instincts. Sometimes, you have to think ahead.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, her words dripping with a subtle sensuality that left me breathless.

Later, as we walked back to her office, I couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed beneath her dress, the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back. It was like she was taunting me, daring me to make a move.

As we sat down at her desk, Cynthia leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I think it’s time we talked about the LVMH deal. They’re not going to be easy to crack, but I think we can do it.”

“I agree,” I replied, my voice steady. “But we’ll need to be careful. They’re not afraid to use their size and influence to get what they want.”

Cynthia nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I know. But I think we can surprise them. We just need to be smart about it.”

As we strategized, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. This was it, the moment we’d been working towards for so long. And I was determined to see it through, no matter what it took.

But as the meeting with LVMH’s executives drew to a close, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Cynthia was hiding something from me. That there was more to her than met the eye.

As we left the conference room, Cynthia turned to me with a smile. “Well done, Leasie. I think we’re going to make a great team.” Her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw something there, something that made my heart skip a beat.

But it was just a trick of the light, I told myself. Cynthia was a professional, through and through. And I was just a pawn in her game of corporate chess.

As we walked back to her office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease building inside me. What was Cynthia hiding from me? And what did she really want from me?

When we arrived at her office, Cynthia turned to me with a smile. “I have some news to share with you, Leasie. I think you’re going to like it.”

“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

Cynthia leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I’m promoting you to Director of Global Accounts. And I’m offering you a salary of $685,000 dollars, with the potential for bonuses and incentives of up to $4.6 million in year one.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I couldn’t believe it. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and I was determined to make the most of it.

As I sat there, trying to process the news, Cynthia leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. “But there’s something else, Leasie. Something I want to talk to you about.”

“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

Cynthia took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think I might have feelings for you, Leasie. Romantic feelings.”

I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. I couldn’t believe it. Cynthia, the ice queen, had feelings for me?

As I sat there, trying to process the news, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for. And I was determined to see it through, no matter what it took.

“I think I might have feelings for you too, Cynthia,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Cynthia’s face lit up with a smile, and for a moment, I thought I saw something there, something that made my heart skip a beat.

But it was just a trick of the light, I told myself. Cynthia was a professional, through and through. And I was just a pawn in her game of corporate chess.

Or was I?

As we sat there, locked in a moment of mutual understanding, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. This was it, the moment we’d been waiting for. And I was determined to see it through, no matter what it took.

“I think we should talk about this further, don’t you?” Cynthia said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I think that’s a good idea,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

As we leaned in, our lips almost touching, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. This was it, the moment we’d been waiting for. And I was determined to see it through, no matter what it took.

Cynthia’s words hung in the air as she searched my face, her eyes pleading for understanding. “If you would please let me get this out, I need to get this off my chest,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my eyes locked on hers, and she took another deep breath, causing her breasts to push against the powder blue dress. “I have never been attracted to a woman in this way…” I popped my eyes wide and shook my head, indicating it was mutual, and she smiled in relief.

“Friday in the Hampton’s shook me to my foundation,” she continued. “My behavior in the hot tub was completely out of character.”

“Mr. Happy!” I exclaimed, my voice barely containing my excitement. “Mmmmm.”

“And last night, that kiss… Nothing like that ever happened to me before,” Cynthia said, her eyes shining with emotion.

“I know, I’m still in awe,” I replied softly, lost in thought.

But as I gazed into her eyes, I felt a rush of desire that threatened to consume me. I had to remind myself to stay focused. This was a risk, one that could ruin everything.

“There are so many reasons not to pursue this,” Cynthia said, “but I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“There is only one way this could happen,” she continued, “and it is a risk. I have to protect myself and the company, being your superior. We have a mutual consent to a personal relationship form that protects the company and us in the event the relationship ends.”

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. Cynthia’s words were a lifeline, a way to protect us both.

“You need to be sure, Leasie,” Cynthia said, using the nickname that sent shivers down my spine. “Once we sign it, HR will know, and eyes will be on us.”

I nodded again, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I want to, yes! Let’s do it, please!” I exclaimed, my excitement barely containing.

Cynthia’s eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. “Are you sure Ms. Carmichael?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Have you ever made love to a woman before?” Cynthia asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Neither have I,” I replied, my heart racing with anticipation.

“So we want to explore things together?” Cynthia’s words sent a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, my body screaming with desire.

“I can have the form here in 5 minutes,” Cynthia said, her eyes locked onto mine. “Do you want me to make the call?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, my body trembling with excitement.

Cynthia smiled, her eyes hungry with desire. “I want to peel that dress off you and take you on the conference table,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

But the conference room walls were clear glass on the upper half, giving full view to everyone outside. Cynthia dialed the conference speaker phone, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Madelaine speaking,” Cynthia said, her voice confident.

“Hello, Madelaine, this is Cynthia,” she continued. “I am going to need a personal relationship mutual consent form brought to the main conference room, right away. Please have it filled out with my name and Ms. Carmichael’s, please.”

Madelaine arrived a few moments later, carrying the documents. Cynthia sat next to me, placed the documents on the table, and then pushed a button on a control panel in the table.

The blinds went down, blocking any view in or out. Madelaine smiled, a sly glint in her eye. “Hello Alecia, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Let me start by saying you are in France, the country of romance. These situations are embraced here without the judgement it seems to carry in The United States.

Cynthia’s eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a rush of excitement. “Congratulations on finding love,” Madelaine continued. “It is a special thing when it happens.”

I wanted to jump in when she said love, but I kept quiet, my heart pounding in my chest.

“First, I want you to look me in the eye,” Madelaine said, her voice gentle.

I did as she asked, my eyes locked onto hers.

“Now, Alecia, are you signing this of your own free will without pressure or influence, or fear for your job?” Madelaine asked, her eyes serious.

“Yes, no pressure at all,” I replied honestly.

Madelaine turned to Cynthia. “Same question Cynthia, are you signing this without duress of any kind?”

“Yes, I am,” Cynthia replied, her foot touching my right shin and slowly caressing her way up toward my inner thigh.

I nearly jumped out of my seat, my body screaming with desire. Madelaine slid a copy to each of us, “Okay, let’s get this over with,” she said, a smile on her face.