“Picture This”

Rochelle was not accustomed to the feelings that coursed through her every time she laid eyes on the lovely Taylor.  Taylor was a tall, leggy light-skinned black woman who just did things to her insides.  "I am not a lesbian! She reasoned with herself.   “And sure, I can appreciate a beautiful woman like any other grown woman, but damn!  What’s wrong with me?"   She shook her head and concentrated again on the proofs in front of her.  What was wrong was that she had never been this horny when seeing pictures of a woman before.  And that she had never been this wet in her life.

     Taylor thought about Rochelle on the way out of the building...god she's hot!

She sighed and recaptured the image of the beautiful and voluptuous woman sitting at her desk going over the proofs from the most recent photo shoot.  She knew that the photographer and she worked well together and the look on her agent's face spoke volumes.  Taylor was a model frequently used on book covers for women's erotic literature.  This cover featured Taylor and Patrice, a blonde-headed model who also happened to be a frequent playmate of Taylor's, but they had an agreement that they only act like professional women who occasionally worked together.  She was supposed to meet Patrice this evening and was looking forward to feeling that hot body draped all over her and screaming. 

     But she kept getting distracted by thoughts of her agent.  Subtle changes in the professional demeanor she exhibited like her voice softening when she spoke...longer eye contact...the flushing and lip biting when she was going over proofs with Taylor told her that "possibly" she was having an interesting effect on the woman.  She knew that her agent was 'strictly dickly', and figured the woman was probably traumatized.

     She chuckled to herself as she reached her car, searching her pockets and not finding her keys, she sighed as she turned around and headed back across the parking lot to re-enter the building.  The security guard looked up at winked at Taylor, sticking his tongue out and wiggling it, thinking that the fat spit covered protrusion was supposed to do something for her.  "Man, stick your tongue back in your mouth!  That's nasty!"

     She walked into the elevator and punched 16, and as the doors shut looked up in time to see the fat little pervert standing and caressing his probably fat little protrusion that resembled his nasty looking tongue.  She laughed and shook her head.   He had caught her and Patrice in a hot lip lock in the freight elevator once and ever since then treated them like his private little peep show.  She got annoyed at the thought, and was kind of lost in thought as she walked off the elevator...

     Taylor had to stop for a moment and figure out where she had them last, and remembered them being in her hand in Rochelle's office.  She must have left them on the chair next to the desk.  The door to the agent's office was closed so Taylor assumed that Rochelle had left as she was coming up and opened the heavy door.

     She took two steps into the large plush office, looked up and stopped dead in her tracks.  Rochelle was sitting with her back to the door in her plush leather office chair, hair down out of the ponytail she wore high on her head and her hair draped over the back of the chair.  What really amazed her was the projection image on the wall, it was a full length picture of Taylor, naked, one hand on her breast and the other barely covering her shaved pussy. 

   Taylor remembered that photo shoot well.  It was her first shoot for a book cover.  The title of the book cover in delicate gold Victorian script discreetly caressing her smooth caramel brown body read "My Exquisite Passions".  She had a signed copy of the book and had read it twice, it was a very hot read, but nothing close to what was happening eight feet in front of her.

     There was a bare leg draped over  each arm of the chair, and the chair was reclined quite far back.  Soft moans of arousal came at her in waves as the chair rocked slowly in the darkened office...Taylor made a split second decision and there was no turning back.  She never even considered any negative outcome....this woman was looking at a life-sized image of her and getting off, so why not give her the real thing? 

     She quietly shut and turned the lock on the office door and removed the jacket and tunic style dress she was wearing, slid out of her sandals and silently approached Rochelle....

     Rochelle was staring intently at the screen through half-closed eyes, lost in her private fantasy of the naked Taylor on the wall in front of her....she whispered "please touch me...", closed her eyes and rubbed a finger over her clit.....she was a little way into the fantasy...

     In her mind, Taylor had already undressed her and herself and was on her knees in front of her kissing her way down her body, fingers pinching her nipple and her tongue was lightly running from the top to the bottom of her now wet pussy so lightly and softly. 

     She never heard Taylor move around to the front of her.    Taylor dropped to her knees and took in the sight and scent of the woman in front of her...she was intoxicated, feeling a little drugged, she watched intently to how soft and light Rochelle's touch was on herself.  She looked up, and seeing Rochelle with her eyes closed, lost in her secret passion,  went where Rochelle was whispering for her to go...

     She went forward, and with her tongue outstretched, and holding her breath so Rochelle would not be frightened, stroked her tongue upward, like the touch of a feather, following Rochelle's finger.  She heard the moan and the sharp intake of breath and kept her eyes closed...she reached up and took Rochelle's hand away with one hand while the other found a beautifully rounded breast with a hard protruding nipple.

     "Oh!...oooooo!"  Rochelle's eyes flew open as she arched her back,  catching  herself from the reflexive reaction of jumping as she simultaneously looked down at Taylor and touched her hair.....She had been found out, but was in a live fantasy, now a very vivid reality.  Some hidden instinct took over and she raised her knees slightly  while arching outward to Taylor’s mouth, caressing the woman’s hair at the same time.  Her head fell back as Taylor worked a secret magic with her tongue, and a whispered "yessss..." fell from her lips like a prayer.

     Taylor opened her mouth wider, deepening the kiss she was giving to Rochelle's most secret treasure. 

     Moving her tongue around in slow, continuous circles, closing in on the very spot she knew would send the woman out of her present reality. 

     Rochelle felt delicious;  like a juicy peach...and not a drop was being wasted.  There was no grunting, rough movements or tentative indecision. Taylor knew instinctively what she needed, what she wanted.  And she didn't stop, she kept laving, and lovingly kissing the one place no one had paid too much attention to.  Yet, Taylor treated her secret love spot like it was her own personal worshipping place.  "Oooooh!"  she moaned out again.  Taylor had just softly thrust her tongue deep inside while the tip of her nose lightly ran circles around her clit, causing her body to arch high off the chair.

      Arms trembling along with the rest of her body, she relaxed into the chair once again as the other woman reached for her hand and gently invited her to the soft carpeting below.

     Taylor looked at this woman splayed out before her, for her pleasure, seemingly for her alone, and was amazed to discover that she had been waiting for this.  She did not consider her thoughts too closely when they niggled at her, but Rochelle had chewed her way under Taylor's skin without her even knowing it--for months! 

     She was in the middle of admonishing herself for playing with the tenuous emotions of a married woman when Rochelle reached out her arms to receive her.  Taylor went without hesitation, already knowing that once she did, there was no turning back at all.  Lips met, tongues clashed softly, greedily and hungrily...each woman feeling the other in a moment of heightened awareness.

     Rochelle opened her eyes a bit.  She was powerless to control her hands or her body at that moment.  The only thing she realized cognitively, was that this woman was on fire for her...that her body was responding to her...and Taylor 'wanted' her!  Both women lost in a sea of passionate needs and wanting to fulfill them all at once it seemed.  Smiling at the flash of regret that it took her so long to realize she should have divorced four years ago instead of two...

     Taylor's long body was sliding up hers, a plump heavy breast with a wide cocoa chocolate aureole and even deeper chocolate hardened peak teased her lips.  She welcomed the intruder with a gentle relish, and then stronger as she suckled with abandon, tasting honey as she sucked harder. Taylor’s moan told her all she needed to know.  She reached for Taylor’s other breast and squeezed until another moan followed, learning her way as she went.  Leaving to kiss the warm brown skin between them just as Taylor slid slowly down her body.

     With her lips and tongue, Taylor brought Rochelle to the pinnacle of her strongest desires, orgasms with the sweetest releases. Never spilling a drop of that precious nectar once, she consumed Rochelle with loving reverence and total respect.   She took from her, taught her and gave in return, abandoning herself and giving all that Rochelle wanted and needed...over and over.

     Once again, Taylor felt drugged, wanting the sensation never to leave...but she needed all of Rochelle.  Everything she had to offer-Taylor was going to take, and then some.  Taylor began kissing, biting and licking her way down Rochelle's body with fervent desire stoking flames of intense passion.  Building and raging within her, she took liberties without even thinking, knowing by Rochelle's whimpers and moans, little shrieks and sighs that she was giving Taylor all she had.

 Taylor opened her eyes, watching as Rochelle's urgency grow.  Her mouth hovered over what she already knew to be a full honey-soaked pleasure ground....she watched and held on as she consumed Rochelle's womanhood whole, tongue on clit, mouth encircling and sucking all in one movement...Rochelle's body accepted her freely.

 Her buttocks raising off of the carpet, thrusting her entire  sex into Taylor's hot mouth...open eyes connecting with Taylor's, mouth open and a cry coming from her lips so sweetly that Taylor gave her what she most needed at that moment.

 Hours later, they were awakened by yells and pounding at the office door.  Hearing keys in the lock, they tried to rush into clothing-not quite making it as the door burst open to reveal Taylor's lover-Patrice, Rochelle's ex-husband, and the security guard!  Taylor and Rochelle looked at each other, walked into each others arms and chuckled...forgetting their audience as they became lost in each other once again...

A voice whispers in the background..."I certainly didn't picture this!"

…continued in “Eros Comes in Black Satin” Vol. I

Coming 1st Quarter of 2010