I was feeling hot that night. It had been a month since I last had sex and I would have to wait another month before I was able to see Russell again but in my current mood I did not want to see him or have sex with him. I hated masturbating but my body was feeling hot and I wanted to relieve the tension in my body.
I began to gently caress my vagina lips over my panties as I felt my body burn up with desire. But my mind could only picture Jag and the more I thought about him the hornier I felt. My panties were already wet and I had a hand under my t shirt gently rolling my nipple as I felt it become erect between my fingers.
My breathing was becoming shallow as I began to moan, “Oh God. Yes. Fuck.”
I slid my hand inside my panties as I inserted two fingers inside me and continued to rub my clit with my palm. I was so wet and hot. My body was writhing as I felt myself hitting my pleasure points. I needed this so much.
I could feel my orgasm coming and I began to finger fuck myself harder as the sounds of wet pussy squelching filled the room. I pinched my nipple and that pushed me over the edge as I came in a convulsing orgasm. I could not believe I came thinking of some Jewellery Store owner. I would not be seen dead with a man like that.
I was finalising the design for the ring but there was something that I could not get out of my mind. I did not want her to think I knew who she was as it would have created a power dynamic immediately. I treated her like any other customer and it seemed to work as she seemed more down to earth and her mask was beginning to slip about her perfect relationship.
I called Divya to thank her for the recommendation and she was as kind as ever to say that we had given her a first class service and she could not have asked for more. She told me about Sonia and how she can be a difficult person to deal with if you did not know her.
It took 2 weeks for the ring to be completed and I sent a message to Sonia to let her know it had arrived. She called me to say her flight would be landing late and if she could pick it up after 8.00pm. Our usual closing time was 6.00pm but I told her not to worry and I would wait for her to arrive.
I was in the back working through invoices when I heard the door buzz. I buzzed her in, “I have the ring in the back. You might as well come through to the office.”
I liked to keep the office clean and tastefully decorated. I had two art pieces on either wall that I picked up from a local gallery. I kept the furniture simple, desk, executive chair and a sofa for guests.
She followed me in as I remarked, “You are getting the premier experience. Not many customers get to see the office.”
She laughed and I felt an ease between us. I motioned for her to sit on the sofa and I brought over the box. I could sense she was giddy as she said, “Wow. It is really here.”
She opened the box and took out the ring inspecting the shape and running her fingers over it. She looked so elegant and sexy I could not take my eyes off her. I asked, “Here. Let me take that. I need to see that we have the measurements right.”
She handed me the ring and I held her hand as I began to run my thumb over her ring finger there was a connection between us as our eyes locked. I slowly slid the ring on her finger and she was lost for a moment before she seemed to shake her head and come to her senses. She lifted her hand in front of the love and marvelled in the sparkle.
She said, “It is so beautiful.” I muttered, “You are so beautiful.” After a few minutes she took the ring off and was about to leave when I said, “I have some champagne in the back. Why don’t we toast to a beautiful ring?”
She reluctantly agreed and I brought out the champagne and some glasses. She was more relaxed once she had her first sip of champagne and we eased into conversation. I asked, “Your future husband is so lucky. Why is he not helping you pick the ring?”
The alcohol seemed to loosen her, “Perhaps he does not feel as lucky as he should.”
I held her hand as I said, “Only a fool would not worship at your feet. Divya tells me you started a business from nothing and you are beautiful beyond compare.”
I topped up her glass, “You don’t know me. I worked hard to build my brand and my business. But all people see are my stick thin figure and my daddy’s millions.”
I looked at her quizzically, “Online brand? Daddy’s millions? Stick thin? All I intended was that from what Divya told me you had worked hard to be where you are. Your business is successful from what I have seen and heard. You are beautiful regardless of being thin. You have an elegance and confidence about you and I admire that. Your fiancé must think this for him to be wanting to marry you.”
The problem was that my fiancé did not think any of this, he only wanted the stick thin model type girlfriend on his arm and I deserved so much more but I never seemed to be good enough for my family or fiancé and here was a stranger telling me that I am ‘worthy of worship’. It was the ultimate compliment but if I truly was then why did no one else see it.
We continued to talk and I did not know if I was on my second or third glass but I was feeling more comfortable than I should have been. My mind kept going back to his comment of being worthy of worship so I asked, “Do you really think I am worthy of worship?” He looked at me slightly confused and I felt foolish asking as he did not seem to recall making the comment. I turned to leave feeling foolish when he held my arm and said, “Yes. I do. You are an amazing woman.”
I sat back down relaxing a little, “Do you really mean that?”
He nodded his head but there was an authenticity behind it and I asked, “What if I asked you to prove it?”
He looked me in eyes and said, “Anything.”
I did not know where this thought came from but I unstrapped my high heeled shoes and said, “Worship me.”
I had never done anything this bold or reckless before but it was as though my unsatisfactory relationship and sex life was driving me to take these steps. I felt a nervousness as he seemed to hesitate and I thought was he going to make a fool of me. Was he filming this?
But then he dropped to his knees before me and began to run his hands over my feet and I felt a sensuality run through me as I ordered, “Kiss my feet. Worship them.”
Without hesitation he brought my feet to his mouth and began to kiss them. I felt an exhilaration through my body as he began to suck on my toes without instruction.
I lifted my dress to my thighs inadvertently giving him an up skirting opportunity or did I want him to look and would I be disappointed if he did not look. He began to kiss up my feet and ran his hands behind my calves. I loved this attention from a man. My arousal was building and we had not done anything sexual. I could sense how moist I was becoming and I wondered if he noticed. He was certainly throwing glances between my legs but was my dampness evident on black lace panties. I bit my lip threw my head back as I felt the sensuality grow within me.
I looked down at his eager eyes and I hooked two fingers into side of my panties and pushed them to the side as I heard myself say, “Worship me here.”
He raised himself up between my legs roughly holding my thigh and making space for his head between my legs. He began to bite the inside of my thighs and I nibbled my lip as I felt the build-up. I could not help myself and I put my hands in his hair directing him between my legs. I needed this more than anything, “Yes. Worship me. Adore me.”
He licked and sucked on my lips as he licked the wetness between my lips. He then used his fingers to spread my lips and direct his attention to my clit. It caused me to involuntarily push forward against his tongue but he seemed to enjoy this and he deliberately kept teasing my clit as I wanted more direct attention.
He was running circles around my clit with his tongue and it was driving me crazy, “I am so close. Please. Worship me. Oh fucking god just worship me.”
I clamped my legs around his head as I felt ever closer and then I came so hard tightening my hands in his hair almost pulling it out and clamping my legs around his head as I loudly moaned, “Worship me. Oh. Love me. I love you.”
Almost unaware of what I had said and only once I came to my senses had I realised what I had done. Before he could catch his breath I apologised and quickly made my way out. How could I be so foolish? What if he told someone or spread rumours about me?
It was a few days later when I saw Russell and I felt guilty about what happened at the jewellery store. I had cheated on him but our relationship was already on thin ice and this would only complicate it further. We had the engagement pictures and it was important for both of our images to present a successful relationship.
We had arranged a professional photographer and for my post I had concocted a story about how Russell surprised me with a proposal in a horse and carriage ride at the park when the truth could not be further from this. Russell to his credit knew the importance of our public image to let our disagreement from the other night get in the way of it. It was a hit on social media and went viral as expected.
The reality was that my only real orgasm in the last 6 months came via the tongue of a jeweller. I hated that I lived a lie but this was my life now.
I saw the pictures online and I was infuriated. She was telling me she loved me but she was now posting pictures of her engagement to someone she did not love. I read the post and the whole story was a complete fabrication as I knew he did not select the ring and it was not a surprise proposal by any stretch of the imagination.
It just infuriated me that she could live a lie. I sent her message:-
“We need to talk. Call me.”
Her response was unbelievable:-
“Do not call or message me. Delete this number or I will report you for harassment.”