THE MODEL DOWNSTAIRS
written by:
Shaima32

The letter fell from the pile in my hand and I frowned and picked it up, scanning the address momentarily and frowning, how could the postman mistake 5a for 6a? As I looked closer it seemed almost possible, the typed text was a different font. I glanced down at the floor as Steve came in behind me, his hand brushed my ass and I smiled.

"Looks like a wrong address," I flicked through the other letters, "I'll just drop this downstairs, why don't you make a coffee?"

"Why don't we do that later," he put his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck."

"Steve," I smiled, "we've only just gotten in the door."

"You know how it is."

"Yeah," I wriggled out of his grasp, "besides I need to open my mail first, why don't you make yourself useful and I'll make myself useful," I kissed his lips, "be back soon."

I know most of the residents in this apartment block, but I hadn't seen anyone in 5a before, not since Roberta moved out. I frowned as I eyed the letter slot and tried to put it through the slot but it had been closed from the inside. I was just about to knock on the door when it opened and I stepped back in surprise.

She was wearing a black satin pussybow blouse and tight leather skirt that stopped a few inches above her knee. It had a front fly fastening, which I noticed because the press studs had just been undone along with a silver studded belt. Honey blonde hair fell past her shoulders in loose curls but it was her face that took my breath away, it looked as if she had been carved from stone, her skin was flawless. She smiled and her blue eyes softened as she took in my look of surprise.

"Sorry," she murmured, "I was just about to have a shower, excuse me."

"That's fine," I put my hand to my throat as she fastened the press studs again, "I um, think this is yours, I'm from 6a upstairs."

"Oh," she took the letter from me, her gold bangle winked mischievously, "thank you so very much, I was waiting for this letter."

"You're not from round here," I finally managed, her accent was European, "I'm Cathy, Cathy Beresford."

"Gaida," she slipped the tongue through the buckle, "I am from Latvia," she pulled the belt through and fastened it, "would you like to come in?"

"I," I glanced upstairs, "okay, just for a few minutes, my boyfriend is waiting upstairs."

"He can come too if you like, I do not have any friends in the building."

"Oh, okay," I ran an eye over her statuesque figure, imagining Steve's roving eye and her subtle gestures, "I'll come in now and let him know where I am."

She stepped aside and I moved into the apartment, a hint of exotic perfume drifted past my nostrils and I looked around at the furnishings, vaguely recalling a removal van out the front last week, the leather couch looked new, as did the coffee table. A pile of boxes in an empty room evidence she was still unpacking.

"I am unpacking my things but it is taking too long," she shut the door, "I moved here from Riga two years ago, I was sharing with a girlfriend and her partner but it got too tense and so I had to move out. I just got the couch delivered today."

"Shame," I nodded, "still at least you got your own space," I stepped into the kitchenette, "you got much stuff to unpack?"

"Yes," she replied as she scanned the letter, "thank God," she exhaled, "I was so worried," she looked over and smiled.

"My new contract," she held it up, "I left my old agency when this agency made me an offer but sometimes they make promises they cannot keep, I am a model."

"Congratulations," my eyes caught a pile of clothes hanging over a couch, "so you model these clothes?"

"Yes," she cast an eye over them, "they often give me gift vouchers after a shoot, I am thinking that is what is taking me so long to unpack, I have too many clothes."

"A girl can never have too many clothes," I agreed as I crossed to the couch and picked up a white satin blouse, "beautiful blouse though."

"Why don't you keep it?"

I turned around, "um, no but thanks."

"Why not?" she set the letter down, "you are the same as me up here," she cradled her breasts, "I am long in the legs but I am celebrating today, you should try it on."

"I uh," I looked down at the mandarin collar, it would go with my black pants, I smiled, and a pair of jeans, I felt the material and she grinned.

"You are liking it, yes?"

"Okay, I'm liking it," I confessed, "just let me call my boyfriend."

She nodded at the phone, "go ahead."

Steve answered on the second ring.

"Hi, listen I'm trying on clothes down here," I hesitated.

"Trying on clothes," he sighed, "so, is the tenant male or female?"

"Oh, she's female, definitely," I glanced across smilingly, "I'll be up soon though, why don't you make yourself comfortable."

"Listen, why don't you girls do your clothes thing and I'll duck over and see Tony, he's just called with computer problems."

"Oh," I put my hand to my throat, "okay, I guess."

"I'll call you later."

"Okay," I nodded, "can you drop my cell off on the way down, otherwise I won't know you're calling."

"Sure thing babe," he hung up and I stared at the phone.

"Something is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," I sighed, "he's going to see a buddy, he's dropping my phone off so he can call me later."

"Okay," she picked up a coffeepot, "I will go through my other clothes, perhaps it is good you are here today, it will help me."

"I feel guilty," I blushed, "I was only dropping off the mail."

"It is not good to feel guilty," she smiled, "I remember the first time I did my first nude session, I was like oh my God, my mother will see this but it was not so bad."

"So you do nude modeling?"

"Not any more," she replied, "I did a few shoots for an advertising campaign for safe sex when I was in London, it was okay. I do a lot of lingerie shoots though, because they pay more money, some women don't like the lingerie shoots, especially in this country but I am okay with it," she folded another item of clothing as she continued.

"I am saving my money so that one day I can start my own business."

"What are you thinking of starting?"

"My own line of fashion," she shrugged, "fashion is my life, if I work hard and make lots of contacts I will be in good position."

"So weird," I looked over as someone knocked on the door, "that'll be Steve."

I opened the door to find Steve standing there, he looked her up and down and I winced.

Yeah, she's got tits, I adjusted my position, I've got a set as well.

His eyes flickered to me as I took the phone.

"This is Gaida, she's from Latvia."

"Oh," he looked her up and down and I felt a twinge of jealousy, her outfit contrasted markedly from my plain white shirt and black skirt, he looked over at me.

"That's cool," he gave her the once over, "can I talk to you a moment?"

I followed him out into the hallway and he put his arm around me, "are you okay with her?"

"Yeah," I looked up, "I'm good, it's cool, really," I kissed him quickly, "I'll call you later."

"I'll call you," he smiled, "no point me swinging past if you're still trying on clothes."

Somehow that statement seemed odd coming from a man who professed undying love for me.

"Everything is okay?" Gaida looked over a few minutes later as I undid my shirt.

"Yeah, it's good," I pulled the shirt apart and fumbled with my cuffs, "he's going to call me before he leaves his friend's place just to make sure I'm not still trying on clothes."

"He does not go shopping with you?"

"Steve?" I picked up the blouse, "not a chance," I slipped my arms into the sleeves, "the last time I even looked like I was going dress shopping he got a sudden coughing fit and decided to wait outside, he gets allergies."

"A shame."

The blouse felt good against my skin and she moved around me a minute or so later, picking at the garment, "it is good on you," she tugged the collar up at the back, "I think it is you."

"Yeah," I looked down, "it is nice, but I can't just take it, I'll pay you for it."

"No you will not," she nodded at the bedroom, "come, we will get some more for you to try."

"So, you got a boyfriend?" I asked casually.

"No, I like women, but I was with a boy many years ago in Latvia. After one night with him I knew I never wanted to be with a boy again," she smiled, "women are what I like."

I felt a chill go down my spine as I stood in the doorway, a lesbian? I had met them before, it's not like I'm homophobic but at least then I had a chance to prepare myself, there's a difference between being forewarned, even if it's ten seconds beforehand but I had unbuttoned my shirt in front of her, I looked down in mild amusement.

"I am sorry," I stepped into the bedroom following the sound of her voice, "I should have warned you, I forget what I am," she opened the wardrobe, "you are worried, yes?"

"I," I looked past her, "kind of, you just took me by surprise, I'd have thought someone as beautiful as you would have an equally gorgeous man at her beck and call."

"I do," she flicked through the garments and began pulling several out, "but I am unavailable to men, your boyfriend was looking at my boobies and that is okay but do not worry. He will never get to touch them but I am used to men looking at me so I am not offended."

"Oh," I slid the blouse down my back, "that's almost a relief, sorry."

"I am not offended," she laid the garments out, "there are ten tops, you have shorter legs so it will not work for you, but the tops are okay," she smiled, "I will wait out there and you can come out and ask if you like."

I stared at her, she looked almost nervous.

She thinks I'm paranoid!

"It's okay," I glanced down at my bra, "I'm okay with that, as long as it doesn't turn you on or anything?"

"It is different with women," she shrugged, "you know that."

"I'm being sensitive, I'm straight, I've never kissed a girl and I think that while it's okay, it's not something I would do, I mean it just seems weird to me that you kiss girls."

"I like the softness," she sat down on the bed and leaned against the headrest, "women have a softness but when I want the hardness we use toys."

"Now that's something we have in common," I shivered as I picked up the pink blouse, it had structured ruffles down the front, "I love toys but Steve won't use them, so when he's not around I use them on myself."

I slipped my arms through the sleeves, "now if dildos could be trained to take out the trash I think I would dispense with men."

"You would be the richest woman in the world if you could make one of those," she smiled, "now that is nice, very professional. That one comes in different colors, pink, blue, beige, white, black and I think brown. It is two seasons out of date but I still like it."

It was nice I had to admit a few minutes later, it had buttons arranged in pairs and a tie around the waist, I turned around and looked down, "how do I look?"

"Do you mind?" Gaida rose and walked to me, I stared at her and nodded.

"Okay."

Her hands flicked the collar up and undid the first two pairs of buttons, "you could wear a top under this and wear it like this," she smiled.

Her fingers against my body were soft, that perfume was exquisite and she stepped back and admired her work, "you are a beautiful woman, have you thought about being a model?"

"I don't have the legs for it," I looked down at my knees, "kind of hard to get modeling work if you're not long legged."

"That is not true," she replied, "there is a lot of pressure to have women of all different sizes, there are agencies out there who only want the classic body shape but my new agency is not like that, if you like we could put a portfolio together and I would introduce you."

"I," I stared past her, "you think?"

"You might not get much work first, but they are flexible, you are working, yes?"

"Real estate," I blushed, "boring job but it pays the bills."

"I will take some photos then," she stepped back, "it is my hobby, I am always taking photographs everywhere I go."

"I'll be you must have quite a collection," I sat down on the bed while she unbuckled her shoes, "have you seen much of Europe?"

"I have been everywhere," she grinned, "Rome, Paris, Prague, Moscow, Stockholm, Athens, London, the world is my oyster."

I winced and she grinned, "so sorry, I should not say oyster."

"That's okay," I pushed the thought out of my mind, "so, this lesbian thing, are you seeing anyone right now?"

"Yes, but she is in Rome, I am in New York and I am thinking she will stay there too long, we talked before she left and I said if she meets someone nice she should not say no."

"So you separated?"

"I think so," she flopped back on the bed and sighed.

"We will talk more soon I think, she likes me but her family is Catholic and if she comes out and says she is gay there will be trouble and I do not like to break up families so much, families are important even if we do not always agree with each other."

"That's stupid," I frowned, "it shouldn't matter, lots of people are gay," I blushed, "now I sound like I'm," I stopped short as she looked at me.

"Gay," she sat up and grinned, "no but you are different, how many straight woman would be sitting on my bed after finding out I like to lick a clitoris and suck nipples."

I shivered and smiled, "now don't go mentioning the C word, I can't get my boyfriend near my love box, a shame because he likes it when I go down on him, he calls it foreplay and I wish he'd realize the door swings both ways, metaphorically speaking."

"What does that mean?" she rose and walked to a camera case, "metaphorically?"

"It means," I frowned, "a metaphor is something that is used instead of the real word, like swinging both ways could mean bisexual but because I don't want you to get ideas that I might be bisexual I say metaphorically speaking, it puts a different emphasis on things. Like say if you and a woman needed to go down to a cellar, you might say, let's go down under, metaphorically speaking, that way she doesn't think you mean you want to go down on her."

"Oh," she looked across, "I am seeing it now."

She started assembling the camera, "we will take some shots now but first we need to do your face," she nodded at the mirror, "I will come and finish you off, metaphorically," she smiled.

I stared at the camera, "and these shots, they aren't going to be posted online?"

"No," she held up a card, "I will give you a card, but if you want work then you should put your pictures on the Internet."

"Okay," I smiled, "let's do it, metaphorically speaking.

I blushed as I rose and walked to the dressing table.

She must think I'm a complete bore but what else could I say?

I chanced a look across as she set the camera up and began sorting through the makeup. A whiff of perfume drifted past me a few minutes later as she came up behind me with a brush and started flicking it through my hair. I have long blonde hair, it's always been straight and I think it's okay but it was nothing like her hair.

"I have a personal stylist," she murmured, "I should get your hair trimmed," she tugged at the sides, "if it is cut forward and layered, the fringe she would be up and a light perm, and you would be the hot stuff in town."

I giggled and blushed.

"What?"

"Sorry, it's just the way you mix up your words, it's so cute."

"I can speak proper English," she replied, "I speak four languages, but I am at home so my tongue she gets lazy, it is a good sign I am comfortable, but if you like I will think before I speak."

"Oh don't," I patted her hand, "it's so exotic."

I've never considered myself model material, oh I'm attractive enough, but I still worry about the size of my ass. But that afternoon she made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, I felt like I was in a dream world, guiding me around the room and getting me to pose in different outfits. At first I felt a slight paranoia, was she checking me out? It was her eyes however that kept me in the moment, she was focused totally on me and she would stop shooting for a few moments to show me how to pose, an arm over my head or on my hip, loosen a button, flip your collar, pout, now smile, look down, to the side, now flick your hair back. By the time the hour long session ended I was definitely feeling different.

"How was it for you?" Gaida looked over, "metaphorically speaking."

"Erotic," I admitted as she handed over the memory card, "so what do I do with this?"

"Put it on your computer to back it up and then go to a photo lab and get the best ones printed out, if you like we can go through them and I will show you which ones are the best."

"You think I could do it?" I looked across as I buttoned my shirt again, "like be a real model?"

"You have potential," she looked over, "it is the way you carry yourself, the way you walk, we should take more photos soon, I will speak to my friend and we can borrow his studio, he lives in New Jersey."

"I'd like that," I tucked my shirt in, "we could make a weekend of it, stay in a motel or something, I got friends there and I'm sure one of them is gay," I frowned, "at least I think she is."

"It is all right," she moved behind me and zipped my skirt up, "I am not always in the mood as you say here, I have straight friends who are women and you do not have to get me with a woman," she flipped my collar up, "you should wear your collar up more, you have nice big breasts and it creates a V from face to breasts," she indicated.

"Men look at your face first and then go down the V to see where it stops," she pointed, "if you want to be noticed more then that is the way to go."

"I'm not sure I want to be noticed by other men," I sighed, "hard enough being accepted as having even half a brain, they see blonde hair, they think sex."

"Men always think sex," she nodded at the clothes, "you like the new clothes?"

"Yeah," I glanced across, "you gave me too much."

"We are friends?" she cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, of course, I'm looking forward to seeing you more," I stopped short as she slapped my face gently.

"Then it was a good trade, I need friends."

"I wonder why Steve hasn't called?" I picked up my phone a few minutes later as we sat on the bed, "how long does it take to fix a computer problem?"

"It all depends on how many beers are left," she grinned.

"Probably," I dialed the number and waited, "hey, Tony," I smiled, "it's Cathy, I'm looking for Steve, is he there?"

"Steve?" he sounded puzzled, "no, why?"

A strange tingling started at the base of my neck as I contemplated the possibilities, "so, he didn't come over to fix your computer?"

"You sure you have the right Steve?" he chuckled, "Steve fix my computer? I'm a Linux man and he's a Windows man, he wouldn't know the first thing about my computer, is everything all right between you two, you sound kinda worried."

"I'm not," I sat up suddenly, "shit, I'm sorry, I just remembered my cousin Tony moved here a few weeks back, he and Steve have only just started hanging out and for some reason I just thought of you when he said he had to fix Tony's computer problem."

"Well, it ain't this Tony," he chuckled.

I hung up and closed my eyes as the pieces suddenly fell into place with sickening finality, the sudden phone calls when he was at my place when he had to excuse himself for an important business call. The feeling whenever we were together that we weren't really together, I hung my head.

"Something is wrong?" Gaida sat forward.

A solitary tear inched down my cheek.

"Shit," I whispered, "shit, how could I have not known?"

"He is not with Tony?"

"No," I put my hand to my mouth, "excuse me, I gotta use the bathroom."

It was the only place to find privacy, peace and sanctity. I sat on the toilet with my skirt up and my panties down as I tried to come to terms with the obvious. How could I have been so fucking stupid? It wasn't as if this was the first time a guy cheated on me. I closed my eyes as the flow petered out and thought of our arrangement.

I have to end the lease as well. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was some time before I made my way through to the bedroom where Gaida sat waiting, she looked up and on instinct, rose and put her arms around me.

"I am sorry," she whispered, "I did not know."

"I know," I bit my lip as she rubbed my back, "I know."

She rubbed my back gently and rocked me slowly as she took the hurt inside herself, "it is the same with women," she murmured, "we cheat too, it is always wrong."

I felt her breasts pushing against mine and fought the urge to kiss her, Gaida's hands were moving up and down my back and I rubbed my chin against her shoulder, my hands got a little lower but stopped short of her belt and I let her hold me. We stood like that for what felt like an eternity before we released each other and she put her hand on my cheek.

"Are you sure he is not innocent, some men do things to please their girlfriends, like," she paused, "a birthday surprise or a present and women misunderstand them."

"I don't know," I stared into her eyes.

"We should not be together like this," Gaida warned me.

"One way to find out," I lurched forward and kissed her quickly as I picked up my phone, I found his number and pressed dial and switched to speaker as I sat down and waited, and waited, I was just about to hang up when I heard his breathless voice on the phone.

"Cathy, honey, sorry, I had to run from the bathroom," he hesitated, "what's up?"

"Oh, nothing," I replied as Gaida sank down beside me, "listen, can you put Tony onto the line, you know how he's using Linux, well Gaida uses it too and she thought he might be able to help her."

Silence.

"Honey, are you there? Can you put him on?"

"I'm not there right now," he replied, "I had to stop off at a friend's place on the way back, but sure, I'll call once I get back to your place."

"Male or female?"

"Huh?"

"Your friend," I replied, "are they male or female?"

"What are you talking about, male, what, do you think I'm cheating on you?"

"You haven't been to Tony's place," I sighed, "I called him, he seemed surprised you'd even offer to fix his computer seeing as he uses Linux, so who is your friend and why are you so out of breath and why did you take so long to answer the fucking phone?"

He exhaled and I smiled grimly.

"Tell me, is she your regular girlfriend?"

"Honey, I can explain, she's an old friend, she's got problems."

"Yeah," I grimaced, "a cheating boyfriend, I'll bet you had to dash out of her apartment to answer an important phone call."

I looked over at Gaida and smiled.

"Look, I get it, you're a cheating asshole but we've got a lease on the apartment and I ain't about to share it with you, so if you come home tonight, don't try and get into bed because I'll have you charged. Tomorrow night after work we can discuss our living arrangements but I can promise you that we won't be living under the same fucking roof."

"Okay, okay," he actually sounded sorry and I so very nearly weakened, "I'm an asshole, but I can make it up to you, I can go to counseling, I can," he stopped as I cut in.

"Fuck counseling and fuck you," I ended the call and for good measure, pressed the power button and turned it off.

"Fuck," I stared at the wall, "fuck, fuck, motherfucker. He's been at this for a while and I should have seen it," I flopped back onto the bed and put my hands over my face.

"I've been so busy with work, we both have stressful jobs but I honestly thought he was a decent man who just needed time."

"Is there something I can do?" Gaida looked across.

"No," I rubbed her leg, "I'm really sorry about the kiss, I was hurt, pissed and just wanted to lash out at something, it wasn't fair."

"It was a nice kiss," she patted my hand, "I was being as you say, sensitive."

"No need to be sensitive," I craned my head to look at her, "it's happened before, it will happen again, but I guess because there's no ring on my finger I didn't pay it too much attention. You hope he's faithful and when you find out he's just the same as all the other men you think what the fuck, why don't I just turn onto women?"

She smiled and pivoted towards me, "that is not always a good thing," she tugged at my collar, "we fight with the same weapons, if a woman in a relationship goes out with a straight girlfriend, how does her partner know they are just good friends?"

"It's a matter of trust," I replied, "it's no different to being in a straight relationship, it all revolves around trust, like I trusted myself getting changed in front of you and you trusted yourself not to get too turned on by me."

"I was," she smiled, "but you are right, life is not just sex," she stroked my face, "you are pretty, loyal, honest and exciting, you will find a man soon enough."

Her touch was so gentle, so soft I found my eyes drifting closed, I let my hand push down on her thigh, she slid her hand through my hair and chuckled.

"Being with a woman is not so bad, you need to find someone you trust, do not go to gay clubs, it is like going to straight clubs. Everybody goes to a club to pick up."

"It's where I met him," I swallowed, "all the guys I meet are in clubs or bars."

"Then maybe you should stop going to clubs and bars," she stroked my cheek, "the guys are all the same in bars, it is why I do not go to those places. I am not so easy with my favors, a woman is like a rare jewel."

"This woman you were seeing, in Rome. Is there any chance you two will get together?"

"I hoped so but hope is a dangerous thing. I live in hope but I think that perhaps I should let her go and move on. I am living in America now, the land of hope?"

"Ha," I snorted, "I would do anything to get out of here, I would love to move to Europe," I smiled at her, "maybe Latvia?"

"Latvia," her eyes shifted, "it is a nice place but I prefer Sweden or Germany."

"I'd be hard pressed to choose between them, do you speak Swedish or German?"

"Yes," she flopped back onto the bed and I turned as she went on.

"I speak Latvian, English, Swedish, and German," she played with her collar ties, "I speak a little Dutch and Danish too but I am not fluent."

I looked down at her hand, five buttons held the cuff closed, "am I attractive?"

"Yes," she replied, "you are attractive, beautiful even, you do not deserve this man."

I rubbed her arm, feeling the satin texture against my skin, she smiled as I looked over, "you like my cuff, yes?"

I laid down beside her, thinking that this probably wasn't the best position to be in after just discovering my boyfriend was cheating on me. She rolled onto her side and I fiddled with one of the collar ties absently as I tried to think of something to say. I shouldn't be here like this with her but then again, I turned to face her and let her hand fall to my thigh, we stared into each others eyes for a moment and then she stroked my face, a finger slid along my lips and I closed my eyes and willed myself closer to the edge. It felt erotic and soothing, but I was skating too close to the edge.

Gaida dropped her hand and her eyes narrowed, her shoulder, eased closer, and gentle fingers flicked through my hair, her hand inched closer to my abdomen. I could smell her perfume and closing my eyes, gave into the aroma filling my nostrils. I felt softness against my lips and then moistness as she kissed me. It was a quick and tender kiss, she pulled back and I opened my eyes as she stared at me with a sly smile on her face.

Everything within me screamed to pull back, get out of there but then I pulled on the tie and held it firmly as I leaned across and kissed her firmly. I parted my mouth and began working her lips slowly and methodically, my grip on the tie tightened as she stroked my hair. I felt a slight unease and then I gave into the moment, a tongue slid into my mouth and gently teased me and I felt myself crumbling, every ounce of self control was vanishing, dissolving under the pressure of that mouth. I parted for a split second and then kissed her passionately.

Gaida adjusted her position slightly to free up her other hand and kissed me again as her fingers danced up my thigh while her other hand moved through my hair, I felt my pulse quickening. Somewhat alarmed I pulled back and exhaled, she looked a little out of breath as well, her hand slid to my collar and down to the top button of my shirt.

"We do not have to go so far," she whispered, "I am not the woman to force myself."

I hesitated, her fingers slid down the front of my shirt and tickled my belly, I squirmed and exhaled, my breathing slow and measured, I was becoming aroused and yet she was right, we didn't have to go that far. I shifted my leg and inched it between her legs and raising myself higher, cradled her head between my hands, feeling her soft silky mane. She had such beautiful hair and the look in her eyes when I ran my fingers through it was amazing, she really loved it. I stroked her face, ears and then her front and settling down on her thigh, kissed her gently with soft teasing kisses, her mouth parted each time and a low moan escaped her throat. I felt her fingers brushing up and down my front and then a slight popping as my top button was worked free. I slid my tongue inside her mouth and she sighed as she stroked my bare skin with dainty spider like movements that sent my nerves into a frenzy. I wanted more of this.

Soft deliberately, she stroked my front while her tongue and lips bathed my skin with soft sucking kisses, my mind began to drift as she undid another button to expose my lace bra. Lips fastened onto my right nipple and I gasped at the tingling, instinctively I grabbed my other breast and held it as I worked my nipple. She stroked my belly as she undid another button and then moved to the other breast and I finally gave in, pulling my shirt out from my waistband and undoing the remaining two buttons.

A moist tongue slicked down my front and I began sliding my wet lips along her thigh, luxuriating in the tingling sensation as my lips parted for her thigh. My hands slid through her hair as I rose slightly and pushed my breast into her face, a warm mouth bit my nipple and I groaned at the delicious sensation. Tit fucking was never this hot, she seemed to savor every bite and kiss, her tongue sliding from one to the other until my breathing became ragged, I ached for release and moving my hands down to my skirt, lifted the material and found my lips.

A pair of hands touched my hands an instant later as that tongue kept going and impatiently, I shrugged the shirt over my shoulders and pulled my bra up further but left it fastened. Her lips found my erect nipple about the same time as her hand slid up under my skirt to my panties. A bent index finger slid between my lips and I moaned and parted my legs. Gaida exerted more pressure, pushing harder against the material and moved the finger up and down. I let her work on my breasts and genitals, relishing the pleasurable sensations of real foreplay. There was no rush to enter and finish the job, she was still fully clothed for Christ's sake. The finger left my engorged lips and Gaida slid her hand under my panties and I groaned and squirmed as she scissored my lips slowly and gently.

I started moving up and down, forcing her inside. A second finger opened me up even more while she kept going on my breasts, my breaths came in short sharp gasps as I contracted around her fingers and then she slowly withdrew and sucked her fingers.

"That was nice, yes?"

"Mm," I smiled, "my God, what you did to my tits."

"You have skaistas krūtis," she grinned.

"Say what?"

"It is beautiful breasts, in Latvian."

Gaida leaned forward, her hair spilled over my front as she circled my nipple with her tongue, I groaned out loud as she kissed her way down my belly, one hand slid along my inner thigh and tickled me and I felt the urge building again. I wanted to be free of the skirt and arching my back I unzipped it and pushed it over my buttocks. Gaida smiled as she pulled my shirt down my back and the rhythm was temporarily broken as I sat up and removed my shirt, skirt and bra.

Gaida hadn't taken off her clothes yet and somehow that just turned me on even more, call it the fascination with the unknown. A man would be tearing at his clothes by now but she was still fully dressed.

This is different.

I laid down as she stroked my near naked body, starting with my neck and throat, before working her way down over my breasts and belly to my panties. Gentle fingers tickled my lips and perineum before heading further south to my inner thighs and I closed my eyes and just let her keep going with the most erotic massage I'd ever known.

Some time later I felt my panties pulled outwards as she laid her hand over my glistening lips and began her slow but steady stimulation. I found the time to slide the panties over my hips and she shifted position and pulled them off.

Cunnilingus is one of those much used words when a man wants to impress you. The trouble is most of them need a fucking map to find their way around a woman's genitalia and a set of detailed instructions. Note to men, the clitoris is not a miniature penis!

Contrast that with Gaida's cunnilingus and the result was an instant improvement, admittedly she was experienced and thus I think I just let go that much more quickly, letting her take me higher and higher. My head began to swim as her hair brushed over my bare skin. I felt a wet tongue sliding over my lips and moaned, a few moments later she started kissing my thighs as I spread my legs wider and closed my eyes, giving into her tongue bath. A tongue lapped my lips, setting it to tingling, her delicate fingers started rubbing me and I writhed under her assault as she drove me higher and higher, measuring my response. My clitoris was begging for more of that tongue pressing against it, her fingers slid inside me and found that spot, oh she had to find that spot. And then I was peaking, the orgasm hit me suddenly and I cried out like a wounded animal but she was not stopping until she had my hands forced hard against her head holding her there until finally the tidal wave slipped away leaving me drained and helpless.

A bead of sweat broke out on my brow as I propped on my elbows and viewed my naked body and then her fully clothed body.

Now that's a first.

I reached up and slid my finger daintily down the front of the blouse, she followed my progress with a hungry look and something akin to lust took control, I wanted her more than I'd wanted anyone. I untied the pussybow and unpicked the first button. A softness came into her eyes as I slid my fingers down the placket brushing past the satin-covered buttons. She arched forward and let me slide my hand up and down.

"Undress me?"

I rose and met her mouth in a passionate kiss, she took my tongue into her mouth as I unbuttoned her blouse to expose a black contour bra. I kissed her again as I pushed it over her shoulders and bit her bared shoulders with soft, sensuous bites and pulled the blouse out of her skirt. We parted briefly and I started undoing her cuffs.

"So many buttons," I murmured as I undid yet another button.

"I like buttons," she stroked my belly, "I like to be undressed by a woman, it is my secret pleasure."

"Is that a fact?" I undid the last button and went to work on the second cuff, she shrugged the sleeve part way down her arm and kissed my shoulder and neck as I undid her cuff buttons and finally the cuff was opened and the garment slipped down her back and she tossed it aside and fluffed out her hair. I kissed her again and again with soft, teasing kisses, I felt her fingers touching my bare skin and then I slowly pulled her bra straps down and began working my way down. The bra came free some time later and she raised herself up for my mouth.

I savored her nipples, circling my tongue around them until they were hard, my hands squeezed her breasts, molding them gently yet firmly and she moaned and wrapped her arms around me, pushing me into herself.

Her skirt had one of those attached belts and a front fastening and I left her breasts and undid the belt and then the press studs popped loose. I slid my hand down behind her skirt and felt her panties and then I felt her sex and acting out of instinct, I began a slow and methodical foreplay. She rose and fell in time with my hand movements. Our mouths met in slow sensuous kisses and finally I unzipped her and she pulled the skirt over her buttocks to expose the g-string.

Nevertheless, there was a moment of mild panic as she removed the skirt and slipping the g-string down her legs, laid down and kicked it loose. She had a Brazilian and I'd never gone down on a woman before. She spread her legs and looked at me soulfully.

"Some women like to use a toy, I have toys."

"It can't be that hard," I leaned over and examined her, "I have one of those too," I sniffed her saltiness and then teased it with my tongue. She shivered and taking encouragement from that I began to lick her moist lips.

When I think about that first time I do smile. It was clumsy and yes, I did have to use a dildo but she was so patient with me, guiding my movements and letting me find my own way. There was none of the impatience like there was with men. She just let me do my thing and when she did climax I knew full well it wasn't fake. By then I exchanged the dildo for my fingers and I had my tongue swirling around her clitoris when her passage tightened around my fingers. She cried out in Latvian and then squirted me. It wasn't much and when I finally removed my fingers she wiped my cheek and smiled.

"Sorry, sometimes it just comes out. Maybe you are too good to me?"

"Maybe you are too good to me," I traced a finger between her vulva, "but what's for dessert?"

"I am thinking," Gaida looked up at me.

"What are you thinking?"

"About you and your asshole boyfriend."

"Oh him," I frowned, "and here was me thinking you were thinking about me."

"I am," she stroked my face, "what about your lease?"

"I have to see him tomorrow after work, we'll work something out."

"Why don't you move your things down here for a few weeks until you make your arrangements?" Gaida stroked my skin.

I did think about it as I stepped under her shower a few minutes later. It was too soon but the thought of arguing with Steve about a stupid apartment just made me angry. I finished my shower and was toweling myself off when Gaida entered the bathroom. She was wearing a satin robe and she propped against the vanity as she regarded me.

"Okay," I stopped toweling myself off, "I'll move my things down here, but if this becomes more permanent then we need to revisit the arrangement. I'm a one woman person. The only reason you and I slept together was because I dumped Steve first, so if you meet someone else and want to take things further, please tell me first."

Gaida parted the robe and let it fall to the floor. A moment later she kissed me and dropped her hands to my pussy.

"I am yours and you are mine," she stepped away and into the shower, "no cheating."

I did move my things down to her apartment the next day. Our temporary arrangement is now a permanent one and that's a whole story in itself! I quit my real estate job and started my own accounting business. One of my first clients was Gaida. Hey, it's a good arrangement. I'm great with figures and she's earning good money. We eventually moved to a new apartment in the Village, far away from Steve. He actually moved out of our old apartment. Steve actually moved out of our old apartment. I still see him now and then but there's nothing between us, but Gaida and I are getting ready to move. In two weeks we'll say goodbye to New York and hello to London and to think this all started with me taking down some wrongly delivered mail.