Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 01:41:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Nyann <jamys66@yahoo.com>
Subject: WILDOX Project

This story is a product of my imagination. If you are of
illegal age, go find some site with games. If
descriptions of two adult women making love turn you
off, consider yourself warned, I will not be held
responsible for your partner's complaints. If you passed
the above checks, sit back and enjoy! You may also take
notes and let me know your comments.


                     WILDOX PROJECT


     It was one of those long Thursdays when the working
day just didn't seem to be reaching an end. Actually,
the whole week had been dragging itself infinitely and I
was looking forward to finally get some rest during the
weekend.

     "I hope you don't have any plans for tonight,
Erin," said Laura as she walked into our office.

     My heart jumped, but the expression on her face was
telling me, she was not enquiring about my whereabouts
because she wanted to ask me out.

     "What's up?" I asked.

     "One of the partners on WILDOX project decided to
drop out the last minute," she said desperately.

     I knew what that meant. The whole project needed to
be rewritten and adjusted to 6 partners only. And since
the deadline was in two weeks and the remaining partners
would need to see and sign the corrected version as
well, it needed to be done as soon as possible,
preferably yesterday. This Thursday was just turning out
worse and worse.

     I was working in a company that was dealing with
writing project proposals. We had neither a research nor
a production unit, our job was to follow calls for
papers issued by the Governmental institutions, and then
finding partners that had the equipment and knowledge to
carry out the project we were about to put together.
This last project had to do with wild oxlip and a
certain substance in it, that might have remedial
effects.

     Laura and I had been a good team for the last two
and a half years already. I was responsible for the
scientific part of the projects, she knew in which way
to put my ideas down to make them look appealing for
both, partners and project's evaluators. She also took
care of the bureaucratic part of the projects and was
good at what she was doing. She had been with the
company for 5 years longer than me, which gave her much
more experience than I had. People that were dropping in
and out our office were often making jokes about our
business-wise alliance, saying, it is apparent at first
sight already. My favorite attire were jeans and
sweaters, my short, blond hair was always a bit messy,
while Laura with her hand-tailored suits, always
perfectly styled long, dark blond hair and just enough
make-up to hardly notice she was wearing any, was a body
of perfection.

      "I suppose that means I need to drop whatever it
is I'm working on right now?" I expressed my thoughts
out loudly.

     "Am afraid so, sweetie," she responded hopelessly.

     She had a habit of calling many female co-workers
that way, therefore it did not mean anything special
right now either. I wished it would, though....

     With a long sigh I got up from behind my desk and
went to the metal case, where all the projects were
filled. Getting out a thick folder I returned to Laura's
desk and dropped it loudly on it.

     "OK, let's get it done with then," I said and sat
on the chair I pulled from my desk to hers.

     The nature of our job and constant deadlines were
forcing us to often work late hours, but the payment was
adequate, so I had no problems with it. Actually, even
if the money was not as good as it was, I did not mind
it anyway, because it gave me the opportunity to spend
extra hours with Laura. I enjoyed staying at the office
with her when no-one else was around anymore. It was
giving me a somehow intimate feeling, a feeling I was
longing for whenever around her. I enjoyed sitting at
her desk, inhaling her CK perfume. I cherished the
moments when we would reach for the same paper at the
same time, consequence being our hands touching for a
brief moment, and felt overwhelmed by the smile she sent
my way after each of such moments. I loved the moments
when she touched my elbow or shoulder when explaining
something particularly important. Come to think of it,
there was nothing I did NOT like about her.

     "I've just about had it with this project!" she
exclaimed after we tried to correct the paragraph we got
stuck on for the nth time. "Let's take five."

     She offered me one of her Philip Morris cigarettes
and lit it for us as well. As we were both trying to
stretch our muscles, sore from the rigid sitting
throughout the afternoon, we noticed the night had
caught up on us. I checked my wrist watch. It said
23:23.

     "I guess this one will be the longest one so far,"
Laura said noticing my gesture, referring to the day
that kept on extending itself.

     Indeed, up until now we always managed to schedule
our work in such a way, so we could go home by midnight
the latest. This time we were not even close to had it
done. But then again, we never had to do so much work
within such a little time given.

     "Are you hungry, Erin? I know I am." And without
waiting for my answer, she went on, "I have an idea.
Let's finish this work at home and grab something to eat
on the way. Who knows, change of environment might even
improve our focusing."

     "Sounds good to me, " I said with a tired voice.
"Your place or mine?"

     Her eyes, beautiful blue eyes, met mine and we both
smiled at the ambiguity of the question. After a brief
discussion we decided to go to my place, since it was
much closer to the office and a Chinese take-away
restaurant was nearby also. While Laura was saving the
work done so far on a floppy, I collected the papers,
and we were ready to leave.


               *          *          *


     Entering my apartment on the 5th floor with our
food, we decided to at least eat in peace, without any
papers or forms or computers around. While eating we
were mainly discussing my place, that apparently made a
big impression on Laura, which made me feel really good.
To be honest, my improved mood was not solely a
consequence of her admiring my apartment, it had more to
do with the fact she was in it. There was something
homely in looking at her across the dining table,
rambling about countless details she noticed around
herself. I wished it could last forever, but I knew
there were more urgent things to do. For now at
least....

     After finishing the meal we sat ourselves in the
living room. She sat on the couch with laptop in front
of her, I sat on the floor next to her, my lap filled
with papers. Shortly our full attention returned to the
project again.

     With time passing by I was getting more and more
tired, wondering if we were ever going to finish on
time. I removed my sweater, hoping that staying in
sleeveless T-shirt would make me feel colder and
consequently wake me up a bit.

     "Nice tattoo," Laura said, taking a look at my
shoulder, which caught her attention. And was it just my
wishful thinking or she did actually lower her glance at
my chest, where the instant of fresh air reaching my
body and the touch of a sweater being removed over them
hardened my braless nipples?

     "Thanks," was all I replied, trying to stop my flow
of thoughts that had nothing to do with the work we were
doing.

     I guess my taking off the sweater was initiative
enough for Laura to remove the jacket of her dark blue
suit very soon after. She revealed a silk blouse in
color of sand, but that was not what my staring was
focused on. It was her lace bra, slightly visible
through the tenuous fabric that caught my eye. And there
they were again, those thoughts....

     "Do you think this part is OK?" she asked then,
leaning forward and pointing at a paragraph on the
screen. Her movement brought her chest so close to me, I
could feel the heat radiating from her body. It also
revealed a sight on the beginning of her breasts through
the cleavage of the blouse. In a desperate attempt to
regain my concentration and remain professional, I
focused my eyes on the screen, wondering if she moved
like that on purpose, because she felt me observing. I
was pretty sure she did, since she could easily point
out that paragraph with the mouse, but I had no idea of
whatsoever about the reason for it. At least not a
rational idea, that would make sense to me.

     "Maybe we can add a part of the 4th work package in
here as well," I suggested, not being sure anymore, what
exactly the 4th work package was about.

     "Good idea," she responded, so I guess my
suggestion did make sense.

     She started making the corrections. I lowered my
eyes on her long, manicured fingers smoothly motioning
over the laptop's keyboard and I caught myself wondering
how their tips would feel on my bare skin.

     "What do you think?" her words reached my ears.

     "Wonderful," I responded, still drifted away by my
thoughts.

     "Erin?"

     Something in her half-laughing voice brought me
back to reality and I realized, her question probably
had nothing to do with what I was thinking at the time.

     "Aaa... what was the question about?" I laughed
back, trying to play cool.

     "What was the answer about?" The tone of her voice
changed into almost whispering one and our eyes met for
a moment. A very long moment....

     As she saw I had no intention of responding to her
last question, she repeated herself.

     "I was saying, that we would also need to adjust
the financial part, and was wondering which would be
better to do, reduce the budget or increase the number
or working hours. What do you think?"

     *I think you are gorgeous.*

     "I would say the former, since already now working
hours were fully used."

     "I was afraid you gonna say that," she sighed
knowing, it meant more work that way.


               *          *          *


     It was something past 9 AM when we finally
finished. It felt like a miracle, but the tiredness and
sleepiness were telling me, it had nothing to do with
unnatural forces. Laura volunteered to go print out
everything at the office and had it delivered to our
boss for reviewing, while I was supposed to write e-
mails to the remaining partners, explaining about the
different turn in the project and informing them they
would receive the new version by the end of the day. We
agreed she would return back to my place afterwards, in
case there would be something that still needed to be
corrected after she had spoken with our boss.

     Once she was gone I sent those e-mails. I was
estimating she would need about two hours before
returning, so I decided I would have time for a shower
as well. But I hardly finished dressing when the
doorbell rang and Laura entered the apartment
simultaneously.

     "Wow! Now THAT is what I call speed," I laughed,
feeling much better after refreshing shower.

      "I have good news and bad news!" she said
furiously and walked into the living room. "Which one do
you want to hear first?"

     "Tell them in the order you found out about them,"
I said cautiously while following her to the living
room.

     "Okay, bad one first then. That stupid partner
decided his institute wants to be in the project after
all, so the original draft is going through. Meaning,
our whole work last night was to no purpose of
whatsoever!"

     "Tell me you're kiddin'!" I could not believe what
I was hearing.

     "Nope! That..." she was looking for a word that
would adequately express her anger for the dropping out-
and-in partner, but went on without finding it, "...
just called when I was with the boss!"

     Despite the sleepless night we were forced into to
produce a result that was for no-one's use anymore,
seeing her that angry for the first time, pacing back
and forth, made me laugh out loud. She looked at me
strangely, not knowing what to think of it, but
apparently she became aware of the ridiculous situation
herself and started laughing with me.

     "So, what's the good news then?" I asked, after we
calmed down a bit.

     "The boss was very impressed with what we did, so
we are getting a bonus anyway, plus he said we can take
the rest of the day off," she replied. "So I stopped at
the bakery and got us some fresh bagels," she said,
lifting up a paper bag, that I only noticed now.

     "Great! Just what I need," I replied taking the bag
out of her hands and headed for the kitchen.

     "You smell very nice," she said in a low voice as
she followed me.

     I turned around to face her and noticed, she was
only inches from me.

     "Thank you," I replied with a hoarse voice,
drowning in her eyes gazing directly at me. I wanted to
tell her she smelled very nice, too, but perfectionist
as she was, knowing she had been up all night and still
wearing yesterday's clothes, she would surely not
believe me, so I did not say anything. But she did smell
so invitingly nice....

     "So, how do you like your coffee when home-made?" I
asked to break the silence and to give myself the chance
to regain my senses.

     "Black, one sugar."

     I could tell by her voice, the intensity of the
moment got to her as well. I felt she needed to
recollect herself as well, because she simply turned
around saying, "I will resend the e-mails to the
partners while you are preparing breakfast."

     "Okay, their addies are in the WILDOX folder," I
replied.

     That being said, she disappeared in the living
room.


               *          *          *


     "I think I'll be going now," Laura yawned. The
breakfast plates, now full of crumbs only, were in the
middle of the table, our coffee cups were empty.

     "I could use a shower and God knows I could use
some sleep, too," she smiled weakly, as she got up the
chair. "I think you could use some sleep as well,
sweetie," she added and finally looked at me.

     I was trying very hard for my eyes to tell her, I
don't want her to go, that I want her to take the shower
at my place and sleep in my bed. And it seemed as if
that was exactly what she was trying to read in them,
but somehow I did a lousy job. She picked up her jacket
and purse, and headed for the hallway.

     "Laura..." I followed her, as she reached the main
door.

     "Yes?" she turned towards me.

     And there they were again, her curious eyes numbing
me. I just shook my head in 'nothing' manner and smiled
at her.

     "Have a nice weekend!" I said then.

     "Jesus Erin, will you just ask me to stay!" she
said in almost annoyed voice. I was so shocked over her
straightforward statement I could hardly breathe, let
alone say anything. She made two short steps towards me,
took my hands in hers and leaned her forehead against
mine.

     "You do want me to, don't you...." she added calmly
with the warmest smile of them all.

     It felt so natural, our touch, like we had done it
countless times before.

     "I couldn't think of a reason," I smiled back.

     "There doesn't always need to be one."

     "I was afraid you might refuse."

     "Try me," she said and finally moved her forehead
away from mine, but still holding my hands.

     "Laura?"

     "Yes, Erin?"

     "Would you like to stay for a while longer?"

     "Only if I may take a bath."

     "Second door on the left," I motioned my head
towards the bathroom. Completely needless though, since
she was using it during the night already, but somehow
this whole conversation was turning into a joyful game
and I wanted to go along with it.

     "And I will need some clean clothes to put on."

     "Second door on the right." That was the bedroom,
where the wardrobes with my clothes were.

     "See, that wasn't so hard," she said, let go of my
hands, briefly brushed my cheek with the back of her
hand and passed me to the living room. Now I was the one
not knowing what to think of it. Or maybe, afraid to
believe.


               *          *          *


     While Laura was taking a bath, I did the dishes and
then threw myself on the couch. I had no idea what I
started to watch on TV, because by the time I got aware
of myself again it was starting to get dark outside. I
checked the time, and it was getting 7 PM. Noticing I
was covered with a blanket that was surely not there
when I obviously dozed off, I became aware of muffled
noises from the kitchen. I got up to see what was
happening.

     It was Laura making herself busy with some food.
She had black Reebok jogging pants on and one of my
favorite white T-shirts that said 'Eat me!' on the back.
*Would love to,* I thought to myself, and smiled. There
was something unreal with the scene I was observing.
Laura moving silently around my kitchen, wearing my
clothes, preparing food for us.... It was like we had
been living together for a long time already. I got that
homely feeling again and was loving each and every
moment of it.

     "What's wrong with this picture?" I asked.

     Laura turned around to the sound of my sleepy
voice.

     "Hey," she said softly and smiled at me. "Had
reasonably enough sleep?" she enquired then.

     "Reasonably," I smiled back and approached her to
see what she was preparing. It looked like tuna sauce
for pasta, and I noticed also, the pasta was already
boiling as well.

     "I don't think it's a good idea for you walk on
these tiles," she motioned against my bare feet.

     "I'll be fine, Laura, thanks!" I was amused by her
caring for my well being.

     "Why would there be something wrong with the
picture?" she referred to my previous question,
returning back to what she was doing.

     "I don't know. You, in my kitchen, preparing food
while I am sleeping...?" As she turned her profile to me
I noticed she was not wearing any bra.

     "Well, don't fell too guilty about it, I took a nap
myself, and woke up only about 20 minutes ago," she
explained not noticing what I was staring at.

     "You did?" I could kick myself for sleeping THAT
through.

     "Yeah. When I came out of the bathroom your were
sleeping like a baby, so I figured I could join you,"
she smiled at me.

     "Some host I am, eh?" I asked ironically.

     She looked at me. "Sweetie, if I would consider you
a host, that would make me a guest, and I don't like to
consider myself that way. Not here," she said gently.

     My head started to spin with her words and I needed
to lean against the counter. I was hoping it was because
of just waking up, not because of what her words might
mean. Laura let go of her doings once more, stepped in
front of me and placed her hands against the counter on
either side of me.

     "How long are you going to keep on fighting me?"
she asked in a whispering voice. I felt all the blood
from the body reaching my head in a single second. *Am I
so transparent? And so ignorant I did not notice she
knew?*

     "Until I am sure what your feelings for me are," I
tried to be as reasonable and honest as possible in the
given circumstances.

     "For crying out loud, baby, isn't it obvious?" she
went on with a weak tone. "Or you need a big flag with
red imprinting on it saying 'Erin, I am heels over head
in love with you'?"

     Despite the fact I was completely flabbergasted
over her frankness, I had to smile at the flag image I
saw in my head.

     "Well, it might be an inte..."

     "Erin..." she stopped my attempt to make a joke.

     I WAS ignorant. Her eyes were revealing so much
caring even a blind could see. I raised my hands to cup
her face and leaned forward to slowly place my lips on
hers. It was the warmest and sweetest feeling I had ever
experienced in my life. Laura placed her hands on my
hips, and the warmth spreading from them burned my skin
so intensively I started to shiver all over my body. As
she parted her lips and I did mine to welcome her
offered tongue in my mouth, I felt a tear sliding down
my face. She felt it, too, and broke the kiss only to
embrace me strongly.

     "Too many emotions, baby?" she whispered in my ear
stroking my hair. Admiring her susceptibility I could
only nod.

     "Let's have a dinner then, and give this feeling
some time to settle," she suggested gently. I nodded
again.

     Giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek she returned
her attention once more to the food. The pasta was ready
and while she was straining it to put the sauce over it,
I dug up a bottle of white wine from the fridge. She had
already prepared the dinner table before I had joined
her in the kitchen, so all we still needed to do was sit
down.

     "Mmm, this tastes really good!" I complimented her
pasta.

     "Thank you," she smiled and brushed my hand with
hers. "And this was not even real cooking," she went on
with a light tone.

     "I would love to try your REAL cooking then, some
day."

     "Anytime," she said a bit more seriously and our
eyes met again.

     She went on talking about her favorite food and how
much she liked to cook. Regardless what she was
describing she always managed to be entertaining with
it. I was observing her hand elegantly reaching for the
glass of wine. After taking a sip she brushed her lips
with tongue to remove any drops of wine that might had
lingered on them. I enjoyed the motion of her hand while
rolling spaghetti around the fork. I was admiring her
tanned and smooth skin, and even if without make-up now,
she still looked a perfect 10. How could I not be crazy
about her?

     After dinner she insisted on doing the dishes.

     "What am I supposed to do in the meantime?" I
laughed at her pushing me out of the kitchen.

     "Read a book or a magazine, watch some TV,
entertain yourself... Actually, for that I would like to
be present as well," she winked at me, but her voice
picking up a slightly hoarse shade. We just stood there,
gazing in each other's eyes. I knew she would not push
me until I felt I was ready for all the emotions
overwhelming me and I loved her for it.

     "Do whatever you like just remove yourself from
here and relax," she finally chased me out of the
kitchen.

     So I went to place myself on the couch and turned
the TV on. But I was not really focused on the screen.
My thoughts went back to those moments prior to dinner.
I could still feel Laura's hot lips on mine, I still
felt her hands on my waist, the warmth of her body
pressed against mine. I could hardly believe this
wonderful woman was giving herself to ME.

     I could not sit still anymore, I found my way back
to the kitchen. I sneaked behind her and placed a soft
kiss on the back of her neck. Goose bumps overflowing
her were telling me, I found a good spot. She stood
still for a brief moment and then promptly turned around
to face me. Within a second we were all over each
other's mouth. Her tongue was exploring mine, I wanted
to taste hers. She was kissing my neck and sending
powerful waves down my entire body. I seized her
buttocks and pressed her hips against mine.

     "Oh, Erin," she left out a moan which only
increased my desire for her.

     With my hands still on her behind I lifted her
slightly and sat her on the counter. She spread her legs
to let me get closer, and entwined her ankles behind me.
I found my way under her T-shirt and as she felt my
hands on her bare back another moan came out of her
perfect mouth.

     "Erin... I want you... so bad..."

     She was whispering breathlessly in my ear in-
between kisses, and my legs got all jelly-like with it.
It was me releasing a moan this time. With her legs
still wrapped around my body I lifted her in my arms to
take her to the bedroom. *I guess all those hours spent
at fitness are paying off,* I smiled within myself while
carrying my woman to the bedroom to make love to her.

     We flatly hit the bed still kissing like crazy. I
rolled on top of her, and started to move up and down
her in slow motion, rubbing myself against her. Laura
placed her hands on my butt, helping my movements with
slight presses against it. It was driving me crazy
despite the fact we were still fully dressed. It seemed
Laura felt the same. Then her hands moved up under my T-
shirt and I finally got to find out, how her fingers
would feel on my bare skin: heavenly. She ran her nails
up and down my sides and the pleasure was indescribable.
I moved myself slightly to the side to release one arm
that I was leaning on before and placed now free hand on
her hip to caress it with the whole palm. I started to
slowly move it more to the middle and slightly pressed
against her pubis. Laura's gasp told me everything I
needed to know.

     Soon my hand found its way up, under her T-shirt,
slightly stroking her belly. Then I finally broke the
kiss and started to move my mouth down on her. I reached
her breast with the nipple already hardened and embraced
it with my lips only to breathe warm breath on it. But
Laura wanted to feel me on it without any fabric
interference. She pulled her T-shirt up to the neck and
exposed her breasts to me. They were beautiful, round
and firm, with nipples aroused so much I thought they
were going to explode. It was all the stimulation I
needed to take that sweet desert back into my mouth. I
placed my hand on her other breast, gently squeezing the
nipple. Laura curved underneath me and released another
deep moan. I don't think she had any idea about what she
was doing to me with her moaning. My need for her was
growing bigger with each moment, I could tell by the
feeling between my legs.

     I raised myself and positioned my legs on either
side of her hips. Lowering my behind on her groin I
started to remove my T-shirt. I was somewhere half way
when Laura's hands found my breasts. Removing the shirt
completely I looked down on her hands, only to see her
beautiful long fingers playing with my nipples. I leaned
back on my hands and curved myself towards her to fully
enjoy her fondling. My hips started a slow back and
forth motion. With each movement forward Laura pressed
her hips against me, making sure I felt her pubic bone
pressing against mine with each thrust she made. I felt
I could get lost in ecstasy already.

     Then she lifted her upper body and replaced her
hands with mouth. Feeling her tongue playing with my
nipple made me wanting to scream of pleasure. I embraced
her and rolled us over, now she was on top of me. She
sat on my hips and gave room for me to remove the
annoying T-shirt from her as well, in one smooth move.
She leaned over me just enough for the top of her
breasts to touch my skin. Feeling caresses of her hard
nipples over mine was driving me insane.

     She lowered herself completely and started to kiss
my neck. I placed my hands on her back, and started a
slow travel towards her bottom. When I reached the rib
of her pants I hooked it with my thumbs and pulled it
down half way. Only then I realized, she was not wearing
any panties either. Of course, she was changing at my
place and probably didn't dare to take mine.

     I guess my hands on her bare buttocks was
distraction enough for her, because she stopped nibbling
on my ear and curved herself backwards. "Oh, baby..."

     She looked at me then, and whispered breathlessly:
"I'm afraid I'm ruining your pants."

     "Why?" I whispered back with the same panting
voice.

     She slid slightly to the side, and staring straight
in my eyes she took my hand in hers and led it on her
belly. But she didn't stop there, she moved it
underneath the pants and kept going down. I felt our
fingers reaching her hairs and then...

     "Sweet Jesus!" I groaned again as we reached her
deeper.

     "See... this... is what you do to me," she moaned
with our fingers still remaining on her. She rubbed my
fingers against herself a bit and then took my hand out
of her pants. She raised it up to her mouth and took my
fingers in. I felt her tongue licking her own juices off
my fingers. And all along she was holding her gaze on
me. I found this so erotic I could scream. I raised
myself to her and kissed her on the mouth only to
realize, I wanted to taste more of what was still
lingering on them.

     I rolled Laura on her back again and laid myself
next to her. I started kissing her neck, stroking her
amazingly soft skin with my tongue. I worked my way down
on her breasts, teasing the tips of her nipples. She
laid her hands on my head and pressed it harder against
herself. I took her whole breast in my mouth still
flicking my tongue against her nipple. Laura's moans
were getting increasingly louder, driving me more and
more hungry for her.

     I kissed my way down to her belly, playing with my
tongue in her navel. I placed my hand on her hip,
slightly pulling down her pants and moved my head to
kiss the newly exposed skin. I exposed also her other
hip, making sure it was getting the same attention as
the first one. I continued to play on both hips,
lowering the pants inch by inch, until they were low
enough to expose her hairs to me. It was nicely trimmed,
forming a narrow line, disappearing under the rim of the
pants. I kissed that line, slowly following its contours
with my tongue. The scent of Laura's desire for me was
reaching my senses.

     Still kissing her hairs' line I pulled Laura's
pants down to her knees, completely exposing her. Laura
was getting impatient, because she bent her knees to
make it possible for me to remove the pants completely.
I looked at her and noticed, breathing heavily she was
observing my every move. We smiled at each other as I
grabbed her pants and removed them. She spread her long
legs as to invite me and whispered: "Take me...."

     I moved myself to her feet, with her legs on either
side of me and started kissing her ankle, caressing the
other one with my fingers at the same time. Ever so
slowly I was working my way up her shin... reaching the
knee... and then her inner thighs.... Bringing my mouth
over her sweetness and letting the tip of my tongue
slightly brush against it, filled with anticipation
Laura's breathing increased even more, she could not
gaze at me anymore. Raising her chest she curved her
head backwards and violently grabbed the bed sheets with
the both of her hands.

     "Oh... baby... please..."

     With each touch of my tongue I increased the
pressure, drinking her juices, until Laura's half
screaming caused not even I was able to withhold myself
anymore. I entered her with my tongue.

     "Oh, yes!" she screamed and grabbed my head to
press it against herself more.

     "I'm... baby... YES!" I felt her dilate and her
whole inside started pulsating. With my tongue still
where it was, Laura started to thrust her hips against
my head, trying to prolong her trance. She made me feel
like a God.

     When she calmed down a bit, I placed one more kiss
on her sexy pubis and laid myself next to her. She
turned her body towards me and placed her head on my
shoulder. I embraced her, gently kissing her forehead,
waiting for her body to relax. She finally looked at me
and smiled.

     "That was..." she started weakly, trying to
describe the moment we had just shared.

     "YOU are..." I smiled back at her, brushing a tuft
of hair off her face.

     She gently kissed me on the mouth and went on
saying, "You taste like me."

     "I wonder why," I giggled.

     "Teaser," she said playfully then. "I thought you
are never going to find the spot."

     "No worries, your sweet aroma would lead me to it
anyhow," I replied and she kissed me again. I felt the
tip of her tongue brushing against my lips and I spread
them to meet it. Kissing on softly she started caressing
my breasts with the back of her hand and it didn't take
long for my nipples to harden again. Satisfied with what
she had achieved, she moved her hand under my pants and
caressed my hip. I let out a stifled groan. She started
to draw invisible circles on my outer thigh, with each
circle moving more on the inside. I automatically
widened my legs to let her have easier access.

     "Do these still need to be on?" she asked with
seducing voice in my ear, referring to my pants.
Obviously she was not expecting any reply from me,
because she immediately lowered herself and pulled them
off. I was expecting her to return where she was,
kissing me, but instead she climbed over my legs and
placed a kiss on my hip. I was still very excited from
our previous lovemaking, so a single kiss of hers was
enough for me to start feeling another heat wave hitting
my body. I spread my legs a bit more. She started
kissing my pubis, and even if there was a fabric in-
between, it was sending shivers all over me. Suddenly
her tongue brushed against my lower lips.

     "Aah..."

     I imagined my panties must had been completely wet,
since it felt like nothing was separating me from
Laura's tongue. I was so very ready for her. But to my
surprise she got up and after her, "I will be right
back," she jumped off the bed and disappeared from the
bedroom. A few moments later she walked back in, holding
a small bottle in her hand.

     "I saw already before, you were expecting me," she
smiled and lifted the bottle up as she climbed back into
bed. I noticed it was my massage oil.

     Strangely enough, but I DID think of Laura, when I
was buying the oil, since I knew she had finished a
massage course. I smiled at her.

     "Okay, turn around your pretty body," she ordered
me.

     I placed myself comfortably on my stomach and I
felt Laura taking off my panties, exposing my bare
behind to her. Then she sat on my upper thighs, with her
knees at my waist. I heard her open the bottle and soon
I felt her slippery hands on my shoulders. She was
kneading them in slow motions, pressing knots out with
her thumbs. As with everything she ever did in her life,
she was being very thorough, making sure she massaged
each and every muscle. She went on with long movements
along my spine. Up... and down.... It was relaxing me so
much I could fall asleep, if it wasn't for her long
fingers reaching the sides of my breasts from time to
time, and for her nipples brushing against my back each
time she leaned forward to reach my arms. Furthermore
her naked sex was pressing against my butt, leaving
trails of her wetness on me, and with each movement down
she did, she was forcing my pubis to rub against the
cold bed sheets. All this was just arousing me more, but
then again, something was telling me that was exactly
what she wanted to achieve. I didn't complain.

     When she was done with my back about 15 minutes
later, she turned herself to face my legs. She started
at my toes, but soon realized she would need to leave
them alone, because I was simply too ticklish for it.
She went on with shanks, over the back of my knees, and
all the way up to my mid thighs, which is the most she
could reach, since she was still sitting at the top of
them. She did one leg first and then the other one
equally thorough.

     After she finished, she turned herself again to
face my head, but now she sat herself on my lower legs.
As I soon got to find out, she wanted to do not only
what was left of my thighs, but my bottom as well.
Moving her hands up from the thighs onto my bottom, I
started to feel her thumbs approaching my crotch more
and more with each movement she did. When I felt her
thumbs brush against my lips for the first time, my
whole body shook. With it, I could hear a satisfied
exhale from Laura. Her brushes against my sex were
getting more and more frequent and I spread my legs as
much as I could, wanting to capture her touch more. Very
soon all that was left of a massage was her middle
finger rubbing between my lower lips, and my hips
started an up-and-down movement, synchronized with her
rubbing.

     "Aah... Laura..." I started moaning and my
breathing was getting deeper. Leaning on my knees I
raised my butt in the air, and almost instantly I felt
her finger slip inside me.

     "Oh, God!" I groaned loudly. She pressed her hips
against mine and leaned over me so I could feel her
nipples in my back. She started slow movements of her
finger in and out me, lifting me above my senses. Never
letting go of the rhythm, her thrusts were becoming
increasingly stronger and deeper. Just when I thought
that was the most I could take, she reached around my
hips with her other arm and pressed her finger against
my clit.

     "YES..." I was almost screaming by now, reaching
new levels of my body's awareness.

     She synchronized the thrusts of one hand with the
circles she was doing with the other. The room was
filled with my half screaming and Laura's heavy
breathing, and very soon I started to feel my whole body
contract.

     "Yes baby, do it!" I yelled and almost instantly
came around Laura's finger. Then everything went blank.

     When I was finally able to open my eyes, my sweet
Laura was lying in my arms again. We were both still
catching our breath, but slowly calming down. We gently
kissed.

     "I love you, Laura," I whispered.

     "I know.... I love YOU," she smiled at me. I leaned
back on the pillow and held her close to me.

     They say, there are no guarantees in life, but she
was giving me more than I could ever ask for. I did not
know how things would turn out, what the future had in
its sleeve for us. The only thing that was important
was, it was US now. I did know one thing though. For as
long as I would live, I would always be grateful for the
WILDOX project.

     Soon we were both asleep. Sweet dreams, my
princess!