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I fell forward, resting my head on the duvet as the tremors of my orgasm surged through my body. I let out a series of screams and then once again went limp as the energy drained from my being. We slipped the cucumber out and wrapped our arms around each other as we kissed tenderly for a little while.
“Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” I asked as we held each other on the bed.
“I am a bit peckish” she replied, glancing over at the warm, defiled
fake
cucumber on the bed, and then added “Anything but salad!”
Girl Toys
Emily Cantore
Copyright 2012 Emily Cantore. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.
Emily Cantore
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
As a successful businesswoman, I spend a lot of my time – some would say too much of it – traveling around the country on various business trips. I work for a specialist technology developer, the nature of which I will get into in more detail a little later. My job is to travel to various relevant conferences and technology exhibitions, demonstrating the products that my company has to offer in the hope of securing vital manufacturing contracts. I’ve always been very good at my job, with a talent for persuading prospective clients and business partners to engage in agreements with my company. Of course, it helps that I am an attractive woman in my mid-30s. My ample breasts and long, dark hair have ensnared many lucky souls, and whenever I set my sights on seducing someone, they are powerless to resist my natural beauty and charm. Not to blow my own trumpet too much, but I’ve been called a cougar and MILF on countless occasions despite the fact that I am usually single and have no children. I frequently overhear the obscene comments and conversations of not only the people I meet on the road, but also my own colleagues. I don’t mind so much the sexist drivel they come out with, as there is no way they would ever get close to me. The best part of my job is that I am usually left alone to attend the various business engagements, and only very occasionally having to suffer an apprentice.
I was at one such event recently, and had secured a meeting with a prestigious distributor with whom I had been trying to meet for some time. The meeting itself was a great success, and later that evening I found myself pottering around in my hotel room, trying to entertain my mind with the insipid offerings on TV. There was nothing to watch, so I tried to read a book for a little while. It was no use though, and eventually I gave up trying to amuse myself and decided to go down to the bar. I smartened myself up, fixing my hair into a tight bun and brushing the crumbs from the pastry I had been snacking off my suit jacket. Once I was presentable, I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. The back wall of the lift consisted of a giant mirror, so I took the opportunity to give my make-up one final touch up before the door opened. As I reached the ground floor, I stepped out in to the moderately busy lobby and nudged my way through to the bar. One of the perks of my job was that I got to stay in rather swanky hotels with excellent facilities and clean, stylish surroundings.
This one was no different, and as I walked into the bar area, I marveled at the decor – the walls were painted black with a flowery pattern that shimmered over the matte wallpaper as the candle-light bounced off it. The whole place was dimly lit, lending it a cozy, subdued atmosphere. The bar was staffed by a single young man, who looked just as bored as I was. Looking around I could see why: the place was empty apart from a handful of customers, all of whom were talking amongst themselves at the tables scattered around the floor. I perched my ass on a bar stool and smiled at him as he made his way over to me. I looked at the vast array of available liquor and took a moment to figure out what I wanted.
“
Pinot Grigio, please
,"
I said, and he promptly pulled out a bottle of chilled white wine with a sparkling, clean glass and poured some in.
“
Would you like a tab?” he asked, and I looked at my watch. There was still a few hours left of the evening, so I nodded and he left me alone with my thoughts. I took a few sips of the wine as a bead of condensation rolled down the side of the glass and over my thumb. The tart, fruity flavor livened up my palette, and I was ask for a food menu when something caught my eye in the reflection of one of the drinks cabinets on the wall behind the bar. I peered over my shoulder almost without thinking and saw a startlingly pretty woman with long copper hair and possibly the finest cleavage I’d ever seen. I was taken aback by her beauty, and had to double-take to make sure I wasn’t imagining her existence. She was sitting alone in the corner, away from everyone else and reading a book as she sipped daintily from her glass of red wine. I looked away and turned back to the bar, but couldn’t help glancing at her faint reflection in the glass a few times. She looked professional, and was dressed in much the same attire as me – a suit jacket covering a white blouse with a knee-length skirt and dark pantyhose around her legs. I should add at this point that the reason that none of my colleagues or clients would ever have a chance with me was because men were most certainly not my type. I was a red-blooded lesbian and proud of it!
“
Do you know what she’s drinking?” I asked the bartender, and he nodded with a wry smile. He must have noticed the way I kept looking over at her and had put two and two together. I laughed it off as he pulled out a fresh bottle of her expensive Merlot.
“
Put it on the tab, I’m in room 1208
,"
I said, showing him my room card. He took it and did something with my card at the till, and then handed it back to me before walking over to serve another couple who had just arrived. I picked up the bottle and started to walk over to the red-headed goddess in the corner. She smiled as I approached, but kept her eyes fixed on the book in her hands. I couldn’t tell if she was amused by something she had read, or because I had accidentally knocked a chair with my leg, but I persisted regardless.
“
Hey
,"
I said, placing the tips of my fingers on the back of the chair at the opposite side of her table,
“
May I join you?”
“
Sure
,"
she said, finally raising her gaze up to meet mine, staring back at me with the most tremendous hazel eyes I’d ever seen. She had an adorable smile and her eyelashes fluttered almost like a cartoon as I pulled out the chair and sat down. I held up the bottle and placed it on the table as she surveyed the label curiously. She saw that I had chosen her preferred wine and curled her bottom lip down, nodding to show her approval. I lifted the bottle and started to pour a large glass each, with my line of sight accidentally looking through the glasses towards her heaving chest. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone, exposing the top of her cleavage with trails of her red hair draping down over the top of her chest.
“
I was wondering how long it would take you to come over
,"
she said, and I realized that the bartender wasn’t the only one who had noticed my prying glances. I let out a brief chuckle and smiled in a self-depreciating manner as she giggled at me. Clearly she was a more formidable conquest than the girls I usually hit on. At that point I had no idea what her intentions were, if any, so my primary mission was to figure out if she was interested.
“I’m Ria,
” I said, offering out my hand across the table to shake hers.
“Natalie,
” she replied, meeting my hand in the middle. Her skin was incredibly smooth and silky to the touch, and as her fingers slipped away from my clutches I felt an all-too-brief tingle around my clitoris. Even her name was sexy, and I started to wonder if I was actually dreaming. If she had turned out to be straight, I would have been so pissed off.
“
So what brings you here? Business? Pleasure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow suggestively as I finished the question.
"Hopefully both
,"
she said, and it was only then that I even noticed that she was wearing glasses, such was her hypnotic beauty. She removed them from her eyes and started to nibble on the ear rests, awaiting my next move. Seducing her felt like a game of sexual chess, and she was the world champion. Even with my usual prowess in this area it was a daunting task, but I had my eyes set on her. I wanted her, and something about her demeanor told me she wanted me too. I considered my next move while I took another sip of wine from my glass, allowing the warm flavor of cherries and black pepper to slide down my throat.
“Okay,
” I said, trying to figure her out,
“
What line of business are you in?”
“
Sales
,"
she said bluntly, but I remained silent, forcing her to continue,
“
I work for a cosmetics company. I’m here to secure some new contracts for my business. Your turn.”
“Me too,
” I said with a mock suspicious smile, but then I realized this wasn’t the most alluring conversation,
“
So, how do you like the hotel?”
“
It’s gorgeous, apart from the view
,"
she complained with frustrated shrug,
“
I’ve got a great view of the car park!”
“
Really? I’ve g
ot a superb view of the ocean,
” I said, instantly spotting my opportunity to strike. I realized we had already finished our glasses of wine, so I poured a second.
“
I love the water, the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach...” she said with a reminiscent look in her eyes.
“
You know, if you want I could show you?” I offered nervously, fearing that I had single-handedly destroyed the moment. She smiled again, seeing straight through my facade, but I kept it up regardless.
“
That would be nice
,"
she said, taking a large gulp of wine from her glass. I watched her lips wrapping around the rim as the dark red liquid poured into her mouth, followed by a single solitary drip down the side as she placed it back down on the table. Then, to my surprise I felt something brushing over my leg. I didn’t need to look down to see what it was – when I saw the naughty grin on her face; I knew it was her foot. She glided it softly up the inside of my right leg, pressing her toes into my stockings and pushing my legs apart slightly. I started to tremble slightly as she ran her toes up and down my shin, making firmer contact with each stroke that she made. I signaled my approval with a satisfied smile, staring in to her eyes as she glared right back. My clitoris was tingling even more prominently and my labia were becoming quite moist, and after a minute or two of enjoying her game of footsie, I decided to step it up a little. I reached down under the table and gripped the sides of her foot, holding it in place as I ran my fingers and thumbs around her toes. I had some experience with foot massage, having practiced it on one of my former lovers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my fingers as they rubbed over her pressure spots. She even let out an accidental groan, quickly bolting upright and clearing her throat in case anyone had noticed her state of arousal. I chuckled and she looked at me.
“
So, how about that view?” I said, repeating my earlier offer. She simply smiled and nodded, and then reached down to put her shoe back on. We polished off the rest of the wine and then made our way over to the elevators. As we passed by the bar, I caught the eye of the bartender, who grinned and gestured with an invisible fishing rod reeling in a big catch. I shot him a sly wink and carried on towards the lifts with
Natalie
trailing close behind me. We got into the first available elevator and I pressed the button for the twelfth floor.
