Her first meeting of the day and every day is with her boss Ulani. Tall and commanding, with cold eyes, Ulani succeeds at everything. She has the largest office of an executive at her level because she said she wanted it.
“Come the fuck in, then,” she beckons, placing her hand on Aria’s back. She’s completely clean—a fitness freak—but has all the cocaine energy of the 80s. A swarm of tasks, updates, and other such morsels fill the air until Ulani halts, mid-sentence, fixing her cold blue eyes on Aria’s mouth. “What the fuck happened there?” she frowns.
“Oh, I just…” Aria starts, but Ulani is already upon her. She cradles Aria by her waist, pulling their chests together. “Tell me if it hurts,” she insists, prodding Aria’s wounded lip diagnostically. And it does, a little, but the pain brings pleasure in its wake. A creeping, tingling sensation cascades over Aria’s chest, making her nipples tighten. Melting in Ulani’s grasp, her head shakes in a coy, “no.”
Ulani’s eyes narrow, and her finger comes to rest at the center of Aria’s lips as if to hush her. For a long moment, the two women stand, pressed together, their hearts taking turns to beat from behind the thin layers of clothing dividing them.
Of course, it’s Ulani who breaks the silence. Sinking her fingers into the soft hairs of Aria’s neck, her breath hits her lips as she speaks, “You like to look at me, don’t you?” Aria’s face prickles with hot embarrassment, as she tries to escape her superior’s gaze. With Aria’s forearms in her hands, Ulani walks them towards the sofa. “Then look at me,” she smirks.
Reclining, Ulani claws her skirt up her thighs as she spreads her legs. Her right hand plunges down the front of her red satin panties. “Watch me… get a good look,” she orders, as she rummages greedily inside her underwear. Dizzy, ears buzzing loudly with resonant arousal, Aria feels like she’s dissolving.
Ulani rolls her hips backward, lifting her feet out of her heels and onto the sofa. She forms a shaft by joining her two middle fingers and, with her panties stretched over her knuckles, uses the strength of her whole arm to fuck herself towards completion. Cataleptic, Aria can only watch, and nothing more. “Keep looking… don’t look away now,” Ulani gasps, her left eyelid flickering violently as her feet leave the sofa to hang trembling in the air.
Ulani is quick to compose herself. “I have a meeting in two minutes,” she mutters, grabbing her bag as she sucks her fingers clean. As she reaches the door, she turns and winks. “I’m sure you can finish yourself off.”
Then Aria is alone.
Shaking, she drops to her knees and falls to rest her face on the warmth left by Ulani’s ass. Her hands are not her own as they hike up her skirt and roll her panties down her thighs, unsticking her molten gusset. Her fingers swim inside her, where immediately they’re crushed by the convulsions of a huge spontaneous orgasm.
Ulani clears her throat with relish, signaling her presence. “I forgot my phone.” Her eyes trace the contours of Aria’s contorted body and come to rest on her winking anus. “Too cute,” she sighs, giving Aria’s ass a hefty slap before turning, nonchalantly, to leave.
Reeling from the sting of Ulani’s hand, Aria falters and falls from the sofa. As she hits the ground, her thighs come together, trapping the fingers still lingering inside her. It’s the struggle to retrieve them that sets her second orgasm in motion. A plaintive cry escapes, as a second wave of pleasure grips her broken body.