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3 Friends and one finds herself extremely unhappy as she realizes her friends are using her.
Yet revenge isn’t as sweet as she thought it would be when she falls for her friend’s boyfriend and then ruins another marriage.
Power walking always cleared her mind and with the stress of Kenneth not reminding her of what she needed to do, Stefanie thought a lot about the stranger during her morning workout.
There was a call from Lauren and two calls from Jezica, which Stefanie pushed into voicemail during her workout.
After getting out and walking back home, she called Treasure. “I’ve thought about it and I would like to see him again.”
“Are you sure?” Treasure asked.
“I think I should. I mean all of what I experienced didn’t feel real. Will I have to wear the blindfold?”
“Yes, because like I said he’s very shy.”
Knowing her own self, Stefanie felt good Treasure reiterated that, because she didn’t think she would have been so free spirited with him if she was not also shy. “So when can I meet him again?”
“You always say that? Can you?” Treasure asked with a chuckle.
Two hours later she followed Treasure’s instructions and went to the St. Royal Hotel to go to the desk.
This time she wore her hair in a ponytail and a simple black dress with her frumpy pumps on. Treasure had been specific for her not to wear any stockings or underwear.
Feeling just a little self conscious, Stefanie had did an extra shave of her legs and tidied up between her legs quickly. Even though she couldn’t see his reaction to how she looked down there, she at least wanted to make the visual neat. By the time her elementary trim was over, she knew she had shaved off little too much and felt practically bare down there.
Since she had spent so much time “grooming” she only had a little time to apply makeup. She only had a moment for lip gloss and some eye liner, but then felt foolish for applying the eye liner knowing she would have the blindfold on again.
Curiosity if the guy was even black piqued her for a second on the drive there, but just remembering how he made her feel made her even more color blind. She had to admit that this man’s lovemaking skills were above par and it certainly kept her distracted from her other life that was making her miserable.
After saying her name, the attendant handed a black envelope. Inside was a card key for PH3. The elevator was in the same location and she took several deep breaths before putting on the blindfold.
The doors opened and there was a soft jazz music again. The smell of honey and peaches permeated the air as she stepped off and let the elevator doors close.
“Walk three steps forward,” his voice said to the right of her.
Her heart beat louder and louder as she took each step in the direction he told her. All the while, she could feel him moving in front of her.
“Reach your hands out until you touch my shoulders.”
She reached up, but felt nothing and then started to lower them until she was going down to her waist where he was knelt in front.
When her hands touched his broad bare shoulders, this seemed to be his queue to touch her thighs. His large hands were gently yet firm as they started at her ankle, moved around her calf and then up to her knees. She gripped his shoulders just a little bit tighter as he moved under her dress around her thick thighs and then to her waist. A gasp and then chuckle filtered from his lips.
“Was this surprise for me?” he questioned raising her dress.
“W-What surprise?” she asked innocently.
He didn’t respond to her question, but instead pressed his face to her bare stomach. She trembled feeling his breath deliberately blow softly over her skin. Goosebumps leaped all over her body and she lolled her head back glad for his strong hands gripping her sides. His tongue dipped into her belly button and then made little circles until her tasted every inch of her abdomen and then moved down to her thighs.
Her legs were becoming weak from his breath and touch.
“I-I should sit,” she begged. “My legs…”
He kissed down one thigh and then up the other one.
“I’m…” She wanted to admit she had lost every ounce of sanity in her brain, but at that moment, his breath caressed the sheath over her the center of her pleasure. The room began to spin and she knew her legs were about to give out.
How far was he going to go?
La Revanche des Trois (Revenge of Three) – Chapter 7 (c) 2011 Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved.
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