Goddess Mode

Work events. The ones that happen outside of the office but are supposed to bring us closer. The ones where we drink and let go. But not too much. This is my first time out with everyone since the management change. Sipping on my muddled strawberry, gin, and champagne, I watch my peers move around the section. Two people are up and getting ready to swing. Pitch? I don’t do sports, and we’re at TopGolf. Not my choice, but if I can drink, I don’t care. 

Kinda weird seeing the execs and supervisors act in such a fashion, but I love the view. My corner is cozy, quiet, and towards the back. My legs cross, gold jewelry dripping around my neck and down my chest. I see he notices my oiled-up chocolate legs. I refuse to let him know that I acknowledge his energy. I am a supervisor, and he is the exec that I report to. 

I hear things about work events. The demon hour of fun and sexual innuendos that lead to late night escapades. I pride myself on the reputation that I have. One of the ladies that is out with us, she has a reputation too. I watch her. Her smile is electrifying. Her hand grazes one guy’s shoulder, then another. They all fall in her trance.

I’m falling, and I’m not even near her. I take another sip only to find that I am at the end of my glass’ giving graces. My silk legs switch from one on top to the other. I need another drink. Lala is on her way over to me. 

She plops onto the sofa, causing my chest to jiggle, and I laugh. My boss sees. The corner of his eyes can’t escape from me. But I can’t get caught up and be a part of work gossip.

As much as I try to deny it, our energy in the office is electric. 

It had been weeks of my own secret glances and small hugs here and there. I watched the way he commanded a room in our weekly meetings. When he spoke, we listened. When he spoke, I got wetter. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like his smile was always aimed towards me. Recently, he asked me to stay behind after the meeting.

“What do you think about the new initiative?” he asked, sitting at the head of the table.

I stood by the door finding a way to be in the room but not too close to him. He raised his eyebrows in question. He pulled one of the chairs closer to him and motioned for me to sit. Each step towards him, I stepped into goddess mode. I sat down and crossed my legs.

“I think it’s great. We’ve spoken about it briefly. You already know how I feel.”

“I know. But I wanted to see if your feelings have changed. I want to know what you feel.” He leaned in closer, putting his arms on the table. His face inches from mine. 

What I feel? He can’t expect me to say that. His eyes move to my lips and back to my eyes. Heat. Moisture. This room is feeling ablaze. I must get out.

“Maël, you know…”

Lala peeks in. “Hey, Maël. Sorry to interrupt, but the director is on the line for you.”

Without taking his eyes from me he answers, “Thank you, Lala. I will be right there.” Her dismissal. Our continuing. 

“I want to know how you feel, Iridescent.” 

My name on his lips sends a visible shiver through me. 

“You’re cold?” He takes my hands in his and rubs them. “Your hands are really soft.”

I slowly pull them back, scared of who might see. “I remember asking you to call me Iri. When I hear Iridescent, I feel like I am in trouble. And not the good kind of trouble.”

“You’re something else,” he laughs. “So, tell me. Will I find out how you feel?”

The light catches on his left hand and his gold ring shines. I shake my head.

“You better go take that call. You know she doesn’t like to wait.” 

“You’re right.” He stood up and opened his arms. I followed and came in closer. Instead of a cross-body hug, he brought his arms around my waist. His fingertips softly grasped me and trailed down my spine. 

But I couldn’t go further. That left hand with the jewelry and our positions at work. Still, my body wanted more. Weeks passed with longer hugs. Hands on hips while passing by. The fire continued to burn brighter and longer. 

The office atmosphere sweltered. There was the printer room hug. As he came in for it, his lips graced against my neck. Startled, I took a step back. He raised his hands and apologized and admitted to the mistake but the damage was already done. My panties were instantly wet. And if I could, I would have allowed him to take me right there. 

Then the very crowded elevator. He was pushed to the back with me. His back against the wall and me in front of him. He asked how my day was going and I felt his breath on my neck. We had a light conversation. I moved one arm around my back with my hand casually open. He took it as a chance to shake it, yet he didn’t let go. His thumb caressed my palm and my legs began to quiver. More people piled on. And I got pushed back. He grabbed me by the waist to keep me from falling. I looked up at the mirror above us, no one watching. My ass was right on him. And I could feel him pressing against me. How long is this elevator ride? Four more levels and then I get off. Thighs slick with dampness.

And here I am tonight. Lost in the thought of his touch.

“I see how you look at him,” Lala begins.

I could try to ignore Lala, a peer of mine, but I know that is impossible.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lala.”

“Nobody else has noticed, if you’re worried. I just know you. And I see the way he looks at you. You know he doesn’t hug anyone like he hugs you. ”

I chuckle, “Girl, a hug is a hug.”

She smacks my left thigh. “That is what you think. And when you have the girls out, he can’t stop smiling. And you have them thighs out, too! You look fucking amazing.” Her eyes glance towards our boss. “And I think he notices.” 

I see him with the waiter gesturing towards me. Lala goes over the latest office gossip. A few minutes later the waiter brings me another round. I smile and take it. I see Maël heading my way. Lala, being smart enough, walks away. 

“Hey, Iri,” his raspy voice says, leaning over for a hug that I gladly give. His beard tickles the side of my face. Smelling the musky cologne mixed with his pheromones; I am instantly in heat. He sits beside me as I sip. I love hearing my nickname on his lips. He finally listened.

“I’m guessing I have you to thank for my refill,” I say.

His sand-colored skin looks as if he just left a Caribbean island. And that damn smile. It invites me in. I say that I will not be a part of work affairs, but he is sitting in front of me. We are in a new environment. Outside of work. Libations fueling what we both can’t deny. 

“How does it taste?” 

“Good. I have a taste for something else, though.”

I need him to make the move. I’ve left it wide open, just like I want him to have me spread. My eyes tell him that I am ready. Is he listening?

“I need to go to my car. Would you mind walking with me? I don’t want any ladies attacking me or anything.”

“Of course,” I laugh. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Outside the chill air flows over my skin. I stand next to his car while he takes a blunt from the glove compartment. I didn’t know he smokes. He holds it out to me and I accept. I look around making sure the coast is clear. The hit couldn’t have come sooner. I sink into the moment. 

He grabs one of my box braids and his fingers trail down to where it ends, at my nipple. His hand lingers there as he twists the end, blowing out smoke. He is lucky I like him because no one touches my hair. I watch him, watching me, as he passes the blunt to me. He gives an unforgettable smile. Full of promises and secrets. 

A low vibration bites into our silent conversation. He pulls his phone from his pocket, eyes locking on the name. He looks at me, and then he answers. I listen as he speaks to her. He explains that he shouldn’t be too late but the guys want to go to another bar. I look away. I should go. I begin to walk back to the building and he grabs my arm, stopping. 

I didn't notice that he’d hung up.

“Come with me,” he says.

~~~

I’m staring at myself in the hotel mirror after my shower. Am I ready for this? Heat rushes to my pussy as I realize, I am about to fuck my boss.

I have a moment of apprehension because of my wider midsection. Bigger than the other ladies in the office. I push that away. I am a goddess, and he will know that regardless of my weight.

His eyes lock on me as I reenter the room. All of the aimless flirting coming to a head. He stands up with a towel around his waist. Polos and jeans do nothing for his figure. I had no clue he put in work in the gym. His slim, athletic body shows he does. 

I slowly walk over to him. He wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing the places that strike insecurity. I tense for a second.

I move back a bit and look in his eyes, “Are you sure about this? I know we should be worrying about your..”

He shushes me. “Nothing for us to worry about now. Focus on me being here with you. Not her or anyone else.”

I nod my head. We both crave this. He notices me looking at the finger that no longer has his ring on it.

“My hands only need to be covered in you.”

I release any worry. Can’t worry about my size nor the several wrongs in this matter. Our essence is colliding before the art begins. I cannot deny the connection and it feels pure, regardless of circumstances. 

“Lay back on the bed. Let me admire you.”

Never has a man said he wants to admire me. I oblige. The robe drops and I stand in my glory. A deep breath to steady my nerves and I climb on the bed. 

My head at the top of the bed, I prop up and look down at my body and then at him. His eyes show excitement. I follow them while they trace me from head to toe. They roam over my full breasts and linger on my nipples. He trails down to my round, full belly. A piece of me shies away and he notices. He climbs on the bed and kisses my belly button. I laugh at the tickling sensation. His answering smile settles me further. 

His eyes continue their conquest, grazing over my wide hips and thick thighs. His hands rest on each knee, spreading them apart. My pussy is dripping, anticipating the things we will do. His right-hand hovers over the top of my flower, feeling the heat. My body is trembling.

“Please,” I whisper. “Drop the towel and kiss me.” 

He sits back on his knees and unties the towel. I want to taste him now. But I must maintain my thirst. He hovers over me and I watch his lips move less than an inch from mine. Many times, I’ve climaxed, cumming from the thought of just kissing him. 

He places a soft kiss on my lips and my soul splinters. Our lips crash, tongues twirling and encircling each other. 

I breathe, “I want to taste me on your lips.”

Maël kisses each side of my inner thighs, keeping his eyes on mine. My breathing is ragged. His tongue licks a path from my kneecap up to my hip. Then delicate kisses on my pussy. Wet kisses turn to long slow licks. My head goes back as he dives deeper. My breathing heightens when he inserts two fingers inside of me. He keeps his same pace licking and slowly thrusting. Even as my thighs tighten around him, he maintains his focus. I explode on his face. 

My breaths regulate as his face is back hovering over me. I can smell me on him, and I go insane. I plunge my tongue deep in his mouth. I taste even better mixing with him.

We switch positions and I climb lower to his waist. His precum is down his shaft. I lick every drop. 

“You taste like bliss.” 

My turn to place soft kisses on him. His waist. His groin. Several light, long licks on his testicles. 

I love him watching me. A deep breath and I take all of him in. His moans are a symphony. I thought his raspy voice was sexy before, but him lazily saying my name while his dick is in my mouth…that is top tier. 

His hands grip the covers as he tries to hold on. This feels like a fantasy I never want to end. Forbidden and worth every second. He grabs my head, entwining his fingers in my braids. I stop and eye him. His eyes are full of wetness. He knows what I am asking without words. 

“You want me to?” He asks.

I nod.

He begins to fuck my face. My eyes water with delight. He is both gentle and firm. His hands grip my head a little tighter and he explodes his milky fluids in my throat. I slowly move my head up and down to drain every single drop. I want it all. 

I lay down beside him and watch as his breathing slows. He turns to look at me. The smile I love to see crosses his face. He reaches over and deeply kisses me. My tongue tasting of him, his tongue tasting of me. 

Photo by Styves Exantus