An erotic exchange between lovers.
Part One: The Seduction
Catalina:
It's the middle of the work day and you're up to your elbows in it when there's a knock at your door. Puzzled because you've no meetings scheduled, you rise and head to see who it is, running a hand over your slightly tousled hair as you go. Pulling open the door, the blinds over the window rattling softly as it swings in, revealing a delivery man in a blue jumpsuit with a large, obviously fake birthday cake on a cart. He consults his clipboard then looks up at you, cracking his gum...
"You Armando?" he asks.
Your eyes are glued to the cake, utterly confused. "Uh, yeah," you stammer. "I'm Armando, but what the hell is this?"
"Hey, I don't ask questions, I just deliver."
He motions you aside and pushes the monstrous cake into the room, its blue and yellow icing spelling out in script "SURPRISE!" The delivery man hands out his clipboard for you to sign and, eyes still on the cake, you do so, scrawling quickly in the general vicinity of the line. The delivery guy leaves and you close the door after him, looking at this huge plastic cake sitting in the center of your office.
You cross your arms over your chest and head back to your desk, leaning against the front of it, just waiting, because you know there's got to be more to this than just a huge plastic cake. You glance over at your door and window, making sure the blinds are drawn and the door is locked. It is then you hear a click followed by the soft sounds of sultry jazz emanating from the cake. A half smile crosses your face as you watch two hands push up and the top tier. Slowly a head topped with black hair emerges, followed by dark eyes, a cute slightly upturned little nose, and wide luscious lips.
I stand with my hands resting on my scantly clad hips and say,
"Surprise, Armando!"
Armando:
Beyond the smile, you watch as my eyes travel up and down your body...taking in the beauty of the young woman that stands before me, admiring the gentle curve that rises from your hips to your breasts. I marvel at the graceful line of your neck, your pouty lips, eventually coming to rest on your eyes. Not a word is said, yet you know exactly how surprised and pleased I am to receive this gift.
I step forward and offer you my hand to assist you down from the cake. You step out and stand before me; I look down into those dark eyes and slowly, softly speak your name.
"Catalina..."
I search your face and you look down in a submissive way, and then back up with a shy innocent smile. Your face is so angelic I am breathless. I look to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if asking permission to kiss them. The answer is my image as it is reflected in the dark pool of your eyes and I know it is alright. Tipping my head slightly, I lean in and kiss you. Our lips meet lightly at first...barely brushing. The kiss deepens as the joy of finally being together is realized.
I start to ask how you came to be here, in my office, in my arms. But you raise your hand and place a finger to my lips...
"Shhhhhh... Armando... Shhhh. Let it be and accept this for what it is."
I smile broadly and pull you into my arms...holding you tightly to me. The embrace is long and warm...I can feel your heart beating, as you can feel mine. We cling to one another; if anything to reassure that we are indeed together. Then we dance to the music of Norah Jones, softly humming the melody to one another.
After a long while we step apart. I shake my head as I look down at your scantly clad body. "Dear Cat...you'll catch a cold dressed like that."
I turn around and pull my black leather jacket off the coat stand and wrap it about your shoulders. You turn into the coat and press your back against me. I burry my nose in your hair... inhaling your scent and whisper...
"Are you hungry for something my dear after such a long journey?"
Catalina:
"Mmmmmmm..." I smile as I turn to face you, pulling the leather tighter around myself, covering the skimpy, spangled silver dress that stopped just below the delta of my thighs...
"I could be hungry for something, yes."
You smile as your eyes make another slow circuit of me. Taking in my long, svelte legs peeking out from beneath the hem of your jacket made absolutely delicious looking by the high stiletto heals that I wear. Pushing back the edges of your sports coat, you put your hands in your pants pockets...
"How hungry are you, dear?"
...tipping your head to the side as you await my answer.
Slowly my own eyes travel up and down, hooded beneath thick lashes, and you see a sparkle in the dark orbs. "Oh, I'm very hungry, I think... Yes... very hungry. What did you have in mind, Armando?"
You lean back against your desk and pretend to ponder as I turn away and begin to nib around your office, peeking into every nook and cranny in my curiosity. I bend to take a look at something on a low shelf, and the hems of my dress and your coat inch up, revealing the first subtle curves of my firm little bum. I hear a soft sound come from you as you shift, and feel the heat of your gaze on my ass. You speak in a low, husky voice,
"Oh I know what I want now Catalina!"
I turn to face you again, dwarfed by your coat, looking so delicate as I begin to move across the office space towards you. I reach you, standing toe to toe with you and I nudge your legs until they part, letting me push even closer between them. Standing pressed against you, the heat of my body seeping through the fabric of your suit. I tilt my head back to look up at you, saying softly,
"Whatever sounds good to you, Arman."