Fortunately for Nicole, Michael agreed to drive over to her apartment first so she could change her clothes. She needed something a little more attractive for the kind of work she was hoping to get into.
When she walked out and headed back to the car, she couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw Michael’s reaction to what she wore. Nicole was wearing a backless, cropped white top and a pair of torn shorts that were quite up above her knees. She wore a pair of boots and had her hair tied up, exposing her back and neck even more.
“Damn,” he told her. “I literally had to pick up my jaw from the floor.”
“Thank you,” she replied as she stepped back into his car.
“You never did tell me what kind of work you’re hoping to get,” he said as he began to drive. Downtown was just twenty minutes away from this neighborhood and Nicole realized she lived closer to the city than Michael did.
She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked, “Would you believe me if I told you I’m a model?”
“With a body like that, hell yes,” he answered her. “Maybe I should hire you to be the new face of our company.”
“Don’t say that,” Nicole told him. “I might take it up seriously one day.” She then laughed and Michel followed.
***
For the rest of the day, Nicole and Michael went from one studio to the next. Most of the interviews didn’t even last longer than fifteen minutes. Nicole had been a model since she was a teenager and her face was already well-known. Many of them signed her on for a few deals and one company, which sold designer lingerie, agreed to pay her in advance.
It was already past sundown when they were done and set to go back home.
“Will I see you again?” Michael had to ask.
“Mike,” she called. “We spent the whole night and whole day together. You know where I live. Of course we’re going to see each other again.”
He had that smile on his face again. It turned her on. Nicole tried to keep her cool and simply gave him a kiss on the lips before she left his car and walked back up to her apartment. She waved him good-bye as he left.
As Michael’s car disappeared into the distance, Nicole walked up into her apartment, dropped her bag on the floor and crashed onto her couch. She looked at her wall clock. It was 7 PM.
Nicole decided to take it easy tonight. She changed her clothes, putting on a black nightgown, and decided to stay in bed and watch a few movies for the rest of the night. She ordered pizza, having forgotten to buy food on the way home, and settled with a “Grey’s Anatomy” marathon.
While watching, Nicole went through her phone contacts and her Facebook contacts. She usually never did but after spending a day with Michael it looked like she might get into something serious. Sure, he was rich and handsome, but those weren’t the only qualities that attracted her. He was funny, he was polite and he was genuinely sweet. It also helped that he was good in bed. Nicole wasn’t addicted to sex or anything but the way he used his tool and how he pleased her were so refreshing and exciting, it made her feel like a giddy teenager again.
In her bed, alone, she could shut her eyes and imagine the way he’d hold her close to him and how his warm breath felt right before he’d bite down on the skin of her neck or her ear. She could relish in the thought of how his hands roamed across her body and how his fingers gently caressed her nipples moments before he’d give a tighter squeeze. She could feel how his manhood felt as it pressed against her flesh and how her body trembled when he thrust it into her. She could still feel how it broke through her walls and penetrated deep into her body.
When she reached down between her legs Nicole felt she was warm and wet. She shut her eyes and continued to imagine the night before and how Michael held her close as he thrust in and out of her. She remembered the scent of his skin and how he would lick her before raising her leg and changing their position on his bed. She could almost taste him on her lips and how he looked at her in ecstasy and pride as she knelt down and worked on his cock with her mouth and tongue.
Before she knew it, Nicole was losing all control and was playing rapidly with her own flesh. Her finger was deep inside her and her thumb toyed with her clit, rubbing it in circles until she finally peaked and exploded in an orgasm.
Wet, soaking, and tired, Nicole rested for a while and took another shower.
***
A few hours later, when it was almost 10 PM, she was getting a little lonely. It wasn’t exactly the kind of day to go out though so she took her phone and texted Michael. Nothing fancy, just a simple hello.
For a few minutes there was nothing but silence. Maybe he was sleeping? She didn’t bother to text a second time. He’d red her message when he wasn’t busy and would reply. After all, he was the one worried that they wouldn’t see each other again, right?
The phone buzzed.
The smile she had on her face immediately eroded the moment she read what Michael had sent her.
“Don’t text right now, my wife is in the house.”