River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (20 page)

“Aside from this conversation. No.”

“Oh come on Sylvie. I can take it. I see your eyes bug out every time the guy that played Superman is in a magazine. That’s your type. Tall, dark, and ripped. I’m not any of those things.”

True. Jason was 5’ 10”, with a toned slim build, and sandy blonde hair like mine, but to me, he was so cute, he
was
Superman. “I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you just the way you are.”

“And I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you. I remember it like it was yesterday. Pretty freshman, rushing into the dining hall, late for her first class.”

I grinned and continued our story. “And I smacked into you and spilled my peanut M&M’s all over the floor.”

He gathered me into his arms. “And I said, ‘M&M’s for breakfast?’ To which you replied, ‘It’s the breakfast of champions.’”

“I thought you would laugh, but you helped me pick up the M&M’s and said since you were a senior, you needed to see to it that I got a sensible dinner. You asked me out before you asked me my name.”

“And you played hard to get. That’s why the anniversary of our first date is in two weeks instead of today. We met six years ago today.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I beamed. “Do you want to go back to Bria to celebrate?”

He shrugged and rolled out of bed. “Sure. Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

I shifted to my knees. “But, don’t you think it matters a little? Six years is a long time. I thought five years was a long time too.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Sylvie. I know what you’re getting at. You were disappointed last year when I gave you earrings and not a ring. But, what did I just say?”

I mumbled. “You wanted to spend the rest of your life with bigger boobs.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know that.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ll talk about our anniversary later. Look at the clock. You’re going to be late again.”

“Oh good gravy!” I scrambled off the bed and padded to the walk in closet. “Did you pick up the dry cleaning? I was going to wear my grey dress.”

Jason headed to the bathroom and shouted over his shoulder. “It’s there. Why don’t you wear the navy one instead?”

His comment caught me off guard and I turned. “You don’t like my grey dress?”

He leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. “No…wear whatever you want. It’s just…the navy brings out your pretty blue eyes.”

“What does the grey one bring out?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, if I’m being honest. The grey one has gotten a little tight in the thighs.”

I hung my head. “It has? I didn’t notice.”

“Hey, it’s no biggie. Just lay off the guacamole at La Paloma when you have lunch with Ashley and Andrew.”

I retreated to the closet and grabbed my navy dress, choking back tears. God, I always hated my thighs. No matter how much I worked out, they just seemed a little too large for my body.

Jason shouted from the bathroom. “Sylvie. The bathroom is a mess. What’s with your make-up?”

I scurried to the doorway with my navy dress in hand. “Sorry. It’s Bare Minerals. Sometimes I get it everywhere. I’ll clean it up when I get home from work.”

“Thanks babe. Sorry, I’m such a neat freak.” He noticed the dress I chose. “Good. You’re going to wear the navy. You’ll look beautiful. Oh, and I’ll be working late tonight, so I won’t be home for dinner.”

“That’s okay. I might be late too. I’ll just grab something from the café at work.” I muttered under my breath. “I’ll get a salad.”

“Sorry. I’m late.” I scurried to our regular table on the patio of La Paloma for lunch with Ashley and Andrew.

“It’s okay Sylvie. I ordered for you.” Andrew said with his wry smile and deep voice. “Guacamole, chips and chicken fajitas should be coming right up.”

“So, what was it this time?” Ashley asked.

I took a quick sip of water and explained. “I was late for work, so I had to play catch up. But, the good news is it won’t cut into lunch because my next appointment isn’t for two hours. Do you guys have to rush back?”

Ashley, Andrew, and I worked at the Hyatt Regency in the special events department. Ashley Valdez was in sales, and I worked directly with the clients. A year ago, Andrew Riley promoted me to managing coordinator of weddings. He was an exceptional boss, and the director of our department. I planned so many weddings. I couldn’t wait to plan my own. If Jason proposed on our anniversary, I could be Mrs. Sylvie Hancock-Stein by spring.

“I’m in no hurry to get back to work.” Ashley unfolded her napkin. “And, I’m assuming our boss man can do whatever the hell he wants.”

“Actually, that’s not true.” Andrew replied. “But today, I’m good. In fact, have a glass of wine with lunch. You two worked so hard last week, you’ve earned it.”

Ashley laughed. “You just want us to talk about our sex lives and spill our secrets.”

A huge grin split his face showing off his perfect, white teeth. “I do come for the enlightening conversations.”

Who knew how it started, but our lunch conversations always turned to sex. Ashley was gorgeous with olive skin and shiny black hair. She attracted plenty of male attention, but her relationships never went anywhere. She was a ‘one and done’ kind of girl. Andrew was a great audience and a good listener. It was nice to have a male perspective. He never said much about his love life, as if he could get a word in. He was five years older than Ashley and me, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Andrew was well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a strong jaw line. Surely, he could date any beautiful woman he wanted, but in the two years we worked together, he never mentioned a word about a girlfriend. You wouldn’t think a man with such a commanding presence would also possess an awesome sense of humor, but he did. His laugh was big and booming.

The waiter arrived with our food and Andrew ordered a bottle of Pinot for the table. We had the perfect spot overlooking the river by the bridge. The smell of the Magnolia and Cypress wafted through the air on this lush September day in San Antonio.

Once the wine was poured, I asked. “So, Ashley, Chad made it to a second date with you. What happened?”

She covered her face with her hands. “Oh God, no. This is one date I can’t talk about.”

“Oh come on.” Andrew teased. “We’ve heard it all. You’re among friends.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Okay. But if I tell you, it stays here at our table.”

Andrew and I nodded in agreement.

“It was going great, until we had sex. He said he wanted to take me from behind and I…I…” She shut her eyes tight. “I queebed.”

Andrew and I erupted into hysterics.

“Stop. It’s not funny. It just kept happening. I was so embarrassed. I threw my clothes on and split. It’s seriously…not funny.” She cracked up a little too and joked. “I was like, ‘sorry to leaving you hanging.’ I queebed and ran.”

I laughed even harder. “Oh my gosh, you’re Queeb Latifah.”

Our hilarity reached a fever pitch. Andrew doubled over and pounded the table. He reached over and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “God, you two are hilarious. So, Ashley can I assume there will be no third date?”

“Seriously? Can you imagine? Date two and we’re through. I hope I never see him again. What about you, Sylvie? What’s going on with you and Jason? Is he still waking you up every morning with his cock a doodle do?”

“Yes. Honestly, we’re in kind of a rut. The only time we have sex is first thing in the morning, and it’s always the same. And I…”

Ashley interrupted. “You’re not getting any satisfaction, are you?”

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“I would talk to him about it.” Andrew interjected. “Men can be really dense sometimes. You might have to spell it out, and tell him what you want. Or better yet, ask him what his ultimate fantasy is. It could spark a conversation that could lead to greater satisfaction for both of you. Communication is key.”

I cocked my head and smiled. “You’re so smart and yet so single. How is that possible?”

“Yeah.” Ashley added. “What’s going on with you? You’re always so secretive. Are you seeing anybody?”

Andrew folded his arms. “If I have anything significant to report, you two will be the first to know.”

My eyes darted back and forth between them. “Well, what do you know…two attractive, single successful people are sitting right here. How come you two have never dated?”

Ashley threw her napkin at me. “Sylvie Hancock, you did not just put us on the spot like that?”

“Oh yes I did. Come on Andrew, Queeb Latifah will treat you real nice.”

He laughed. “I’m sure she would, but I would have to take a number with the beautiful Ashley.”

“You wouldn’t.” Ashley replied and kicked me under the table. “But, probably best not to mix business with pleasure.”

I plucked up my wine. “It’s just something to think about. After all, if Jason proposes on our anniversary, I already have the Hyatt penciled in for a spring wedding. You guys don’t want to get stuck at the single’s table with all the dateless rejects.”

Andrew raised his glass. “Ashley, I’ll make a pact with you. If neither one of us is seeing anyone when Sylvie and Jason get married, we’ll go together.”

She toasted. “It’s a date. And, here’s to your anniversary Sylvie. Do you think he’s going to pop the question?”

“I hope so. Since he made partner at the law firm, he’s been talking about our future, like where he wants to build a house and he even mentioned having kids someday. I mean, he’s acting all aloof about our anniversary. I think he’s trying to throw me off. There’s just one thing.” I took my last sip of wine, placed my glass back on the table, and sighed.

“What is it?” Ashley asked. “You can tell us anything.”

I glanced down and glided my fingertips over the white linen tablecloth. “Well, I’m thinking about getting a boob job and maybe some liposuction on my thighs.”

Andrew slouched back in his chair. “Why would you do that?”

I shrugged. “Just something Jason said got me thinking. Plus, if he proposes, I’ll want to look perfect on my wedding day.”
“If it will make you feel better about yourself, then go for it.” Ashley said. “But for the record, I think you look great.”

“Yeah right.” I responded. “Coming from the woman with a body most would kill for.”

Andrew patted my hand. “Don’t sell yourself short. And only do this, if it’s what
you
really want. Hey, you barely touched your lunch. Did you eat too many peanut M&M’s for breakfast again?”

I pushed my plate away. “No. I guess I’m not that hungry.”

Andrew’s hand lingered on top of mine. “Sylvie, look at me. You don’t need a boob job and you most certainly do not need liposuction. Please, for me, finish your lunch.”

CHAPTER TWO

“Let’s have a look Miss Hancock,” Doctor Nobbs said as he examined my breasts. It was two days later at my plastic surgery consultation. I hadn’t made up my mind yet, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to check out my options.

The doctor put me at ease by having his nurse, Debra, present. They were both attractive and possibly in their early forties. It appeared red headed Debra had implants of her own. Her tits looked magnificent in her tight uniform. They simultaneously palmed my breast flesh, exchanging glances and nodding. My nipples protruded forth like two ripe nubs, ready to combust.

Debra circled the pad of her thumb on the left one. “You’re quite sensitive, aren’t you?”

I blew out a shaky breath. “Yes. Will I lose any of my sensitivity if I decide to get the implants?”

“A little,” Doctor Nobbs replied, as his hands roamed over my breast. “The larger the implant the more sensitivity you lose. I wouldn’t recommend going up more than one cup size for your small frame.”

The continued light caresses over my perky B boobs dampened my cotton thong.
Jiminy Crickets.
If I stood, there would be a wet spot of my arousal left behind.

“Whatever you decide, you should know, you have lovely, firm breasts.” Debra said.

They ceased their tag team, titty turn on and I closed the paper-thin gown. “I was actually thinking your breasts are beautiful. Sorry for staring. I can’t take my eyes off of them.”

“Would you like to touch them?” Debra asked. “I don’t mind. Doctor Nobbs performed the surgery. I’d be happy to show you his work.” She unzipped her uniform without me uttering a syllable, and whipped them out. “Don’t be shy. Go ahead touch them.”

I ran my hesitant fingers over her full luscious orbs. I had never touched another woman like this before. Sudden flickers filled my belly, and more tiny drizzles leaked onto my now soaked panties.

I exhaled. “Oh…you…you do excellent work Dr. Nobbs. I would love it if my breasts looked like Debra’s.”

Admiring his surgical skill, he responded. “Thank you. But you have to remember Debra is taller with a larger bone structure than you. I understand you’re also interested in liposuction around your thighs. Could you stand up for me?”

Debra put away her fun bags, while my baguettes and I pondered our next move. My heart fluttered and beads of sweat formed on my brow. When I rose, would there be a puddle beneath me?

Dr. Nobbs picked up some sort of marker. “You’ll need to remove the gown, so we can talk about your problem areas.”

I stripped it off and used it to hide my undeniable titillation. My nearly naked body quaked as their roving eyes flowed over me.

Debra cocked her head. “Did you say you wanted liposuction on your thighs? Where exactly? I don’t usually say this, for fear of losing my job, but I’m not sure it’s really necessary.”

The flat of my hands landed on what I called my saddlebags. “It’s this right here. I hate it.”

“Can you turn around, Miss Hancock?” Doctor Nobbs asked.

I did as I was told and once again, the duo engaged in a mini group grope of my upper thighs and bum. The sensation took me by surprise, and I bent over, steadying myself on the examining table with my hands. I bit my lip to keep from panting aloud. I couldn’t let them know they were driving me wild. I sucked in a huge breath, and when I released it, a tiny moan escaped.

The back of Debra’s hand brushed over my cheeks. “Doctor, don’t you think Sylvie has extraordinary tone and radiant skin?”