Author's Note: This is the second part of the Sultry Weather series, and follows the characters from the previous story, so I recommend reading that first. It features exhibitionism, so if you're not into that, this may not be the story for you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave any feedback!
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Sumaia peered through the spotless glass windows that littered the 6th floor, rays of light piercing into the open room with force. Her caramel skin glowed bronze as the sun radiated off of her body, her arms resting as she sat at a tall, wooden island that was cool to the touch. Her body was facing the sunlight, getting a clear view of the beautiful city from her vantage point in SoHo. Her workplace was relaxed, chilled and spontaneous. It wasn't unusual for new designs to cover the dry erasable walls or for all types of music to be bumping on the speakers. They played classics Like MJ, Queen, and Britney, as well as lesser known artists like Banks, G.Soul, Headie One, and Reki. Sumaia loved her job and going to work was always a chance to learn, and produce content while having fun.
Sumaia worked as a graphic designer and video editor for a local artistry and music startup. She had been working there for 2 years now and had no plans of leaving, especially with a recent promotion to co-lead on creative direction of her division of the company. She loved helping local artists produce their media and get onto a platform that would put them on the map. As fun as it sounds, her job was no easy task. Trying to make people relevant in New York of all cities was like trying to convince New Yorkers to go to a deli other than the one on their block. While her work was hard, she did it well and with passion, wanting to be a better version of herself each day.
As she sat at the island overlooking her city, sketching some designs for a new logo to be used for an upcoming series they had in the works, she found herself drifting in her thoughts and with her hand.
An impression burned into her mind of the session she experienced a week prior with him. They had continued talking and texting during the last few days, enjoying goofy, engaging, and substantial conversation. Hitting it off would be an understatement of what was brewing between them and they planned to hang out once again this weekend since their schedules would match up.
She tried to resist but at least once a day she would feel a surge of lust course through her as she thought of how he treated, handled, and pleased her. Her body itched, ached, and pleaded for more of his touch. She wanted to explore with him and help him and herself achieve new heights.
The way he moved his strong body; with punctuality and care. He was in control of every movement he made as if he'd been trained to do this. His tongue, fingers, and cock controlled her reactions with surgical perfection and she felt like she was the center of his world. Before anything, he made sure she was pleased, which she adored. It had been a while since she'd had any because she was picky with who she slept with, favoring the intelligent and interesting men over the cookie-cutter good looking fuckboys that littered New York's streets. She definitely didn't make a mistake by letting her first exposure back to sex be him.
She shook her head trying to get her mind back on track and continued sketching ideas for the logo. As she sat there sketching, his name continued to find its way to the top of her stack of hazy thoughts without fail.
Leno.
Leno was his name, and Leno was the man who she felt didn't exist, the man who could make her orgasm into heaven and bring her back for more.
She couldn't take it anymore, and she took a break to go to the bathroom and wash her face, splashing brisk water on her skin to shock her out of her trance. She went back to her table and continued drawing when her senior co-workers Nooria and Adina walked over to sit with her.
"You okay, Sumi?" asked Adina as she took her seat with her Hale and Hearty soup, opening it to let it cool down.
"Yeah, you good? You've seemed awfully preoccupied today? Do we need to go after someone?" said Nooria jokingly as she sat next to Adina, across from Sumaia.
Sumaia chuckled as she stopped drawing, looking up at both of them, smiling.
"Yeah, I'm fine, babes. My mind has just been wandering a lot, that's all." she said unconvincingly as she looked down and tried to cross out a doodle of Leno that she made while sketching.
Nooria noticed her crossing it out and snatched the book away from her before she could finish. Nooria and Adina looked at the sketch and made out a man with a tapered afro and a strong jaw. They both examined it quietly before Adina realized what was going on.
"You met a man, didn't you!?" exclaimed Adina, smiling with curious eyes.
"Oh! You're right! I bet that's what it is, isn't it, Sumi. Don't lie to us, we know you too well!" She said with a smile and a wink, hinting at another session that had occurred between the three of them.
"N-N...Okay fine, yes I met a man! Geez you both annoy me, you know that right! So what if I did!?" she said as she got flustered, which was unusual for her.
"I knew it! So tell us about the afroed mystery man, or we'll find out for ourselves." teased Adina.
The three of them took their lunches and found a private conference room to talk in for an hour. During that hour, Adina and Nooria barely spoke as Sumaia explained their meeting, their chemistry, and their sexual encounter in a fair amount of detail. Nooria and Adina enjoyed the tea that was being spilled as they enjoyed their lunch, and secretly, both of them were getting a bit teased by her lovely story. Given what she described to them, they understood why her mind was on another planet. The man she described sounded intellectual, fun, goofy, and experienced in various areas. Soon her story finished and Sumaia sank back in her chair, letting out a cathartic sigh, relaxing now that she got her thoughts out.
