Eve Of My Destruction

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Eve.Three short letters flowing perfectly together,to shape into expressions of pure admiration,when their owner glided – not just walked -throughout the office, long hair swayingsoftly and in time with every measured step. Her designer dresses covered little,and shapely legs, they tightened and relaxedupon thrones of sparkling high heeled sandalswith cat-like grace and for all eyes to see. The sharp, loud echoed clip-clap of her heelsheralded frozen movements and turned heads,and in those moments just before she passedher rays of beauty tightly tied our tongues. She was elegance, she was perfection.Just like her namesake and our ancient mother of mankind,she was utmost pride of god’s creation. * * * * * I, too, watched, breath held, and I admired,caressed perfect, shiny painted fingersin those fleeting moments with my gaze. Dreams of coming close for just a second,basking in rays of ethereal beauty,haunted me all night and every day. Knowing eyes intruded in my slumbers,her fingers gripped me, startled me awake.What these dreams did mean, I couldn’t grasp. I only knew that, given just the chance,I’d give in to her pull and start to dancearound her like the earth around the sun. * * * * * Until that day when my phone rang, I wasan acolyte that worshipped from afar.But when the office door fell shut behind,she sat there, radiant and elegant. My world condensed into a single point.The air-conditioned room began to boil.My knees shook wildly hidden by my skirt.My burning cheeks, though, couldn’t be denied. “So wonderful,” she sang more than she spoke,like noble rank from old times staying sat,big emeralds touching deep into my soul,“to meet you, at last. I have heard so much.” She nonchalantly held out pretty hand,and when her fingers gently wrapped my ownwith strength beneath a coat of finest silk,her words did just the same around my heart. “Banes and Coleman,” Johnson broke the moment.“We need one more good person on the team.Your reviews for the last two years were brilliant.”He handed me a stack of printed sheets. “Here’s isveçbahis your new contract and the details for the deal.Be ready Monday morning at six sharp.A limousine will fetch you for your flight.”My breath hitched. This, I hardly could believe. “But… but,” I stammered in a crazy daze,“I’m just a secretary, not a…” “Hush!”Eve’s soft, pale finger touched my gasping lipsbrought all my rambling to a burning end. “You’re good,” she stated full of conviction,her judgement liquid pleasure down my back,making shoulders straighten, chin tilt upwards,and giddy joy explode inside my chest. “You think…” “I know. I watched you every day.”What better compliment could such a goddess give?“You’re clever and you know to voice your mind.You will be working right alongside me.” * * * * * Ten minutes later, still on dreamy clouds,I left the office with a better job.Approaching what had long been my ‘home’ here,I couldn’t quench all sadness in my heart. “Christine?” Jennifer asked with scratchy voice,her eyes with dark rims, pupils glowing moist,from sleep-lack of the party-loving kind.“Did they…?” She didn’t dare continue on. But every single head now turned to me.“No.” I told her, pushing down nostalgia.“I got promoted. I’m now on Eve’s team.”Sharp intakes of breath sounded all around. A worried frown pulled on my colleague’s lips.“You sure?” she asked me full of trepidation.“She’s known for eating perfectly good peoplelike mortals tend to consume gummy bears.” But I brushed all these rumors hard asidethat had used to excite our boring days.“She is not a cannibal, don’t worry,”I made light fun and sent a knowing smile. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Just take care.People just up and vanish from her team.I’ve seen her on some not so gentle days.Believe me when I say she can be mean.” I wondered if envy was speaking here,but knowing her for years, I shook it off.She was not known for jealousy or greed.I hugged her tightly and began to pack. * * * * * Monday dawned early for me, or exact,it started in the middle of the night.With isveçbahis giriş bags already packed and near the door,I dressed and tried to soothe my trembling nerves. Four weeks, I whispered, filled with disbelief.Four weeks to spend all day right next to her.Four weeks, I’d float along on wings of dreamsin clouds of dazzling sweet, expensive scent. Untouched coffee stood next to the mirror.I didn’t need, for once, the waking kick.Eyes roamed over prim and neat appearanceand gave my outfit one last thorough check. Eyelids, in a gentle shade of purple,morphing to a lovely tone of pink.Cheeks, they glowed in everlasting blushes,subtle hints of naughty, shameful thoughts. Lips pouted prettily in rosy shades,shiny and wanton in their glistening gleam,like the pulsing flower in my centeras thoughts of Eve’s perfection filled my mind. The flight was long, but I just couldn’t care,and while I sat too upright, bumping kneesand fighting futilely against a strain,my dreams made it pass by me in a blink. * * * * * When evening fell, we entered the hotel,and pretty almond eyes, unerringly,appraised the glowing goddess in our midst,the welcome gasped with brightly burning cheeks. Her fingers shook, she handed out our keys,eyes widening when Eve’s hand touched hers;whispered, soft, “Enjoy you stay!” A prayeron the clerk’s cherry-red and trembling lips. Floating, clicking, clacking, through the lobbywe crossed through churning seas of jealous eyes,floated in Eve’s radiance and beautyabove the common whispers, heads held high. Self-worth rose and covered, thickly, senses,and made hearts glitter like most shiny stars.Breathing in the sweet smell of attentionwe escalated snugly to our floor. Keys all distributed, all the others goneinto the privacy of their own rooms.I turned meek eyes towards my grinning queenand school-girl like, I fidgeted and blushed. “I’ve… got no key…” I told her, trembling, shrinking,not daring to hope to fulfill my dream,heart threatening to burst out from my chest,under blatant sparkles of amusement. Instead isveçbahis yeni giriş of answering, she winked and movedlong, sleek fingers to the shadowed handleof the door sat in the wall behind her,then pulled and gestured graciously inside. “There’s only one key my assistant needs,”she told me, chuckling to a hidden joke.But still, in frozen fear of shattered dream,my feet stayed firmly rooted to their spot. A frown turned down her pretty, shiny lips,shook me, made me want fall to my knees.“Get in,” she urged, a forceful, hissed commandso strong that no mere mortal could resist. Then, only seconds later we were safe -or not so safe – inside the kingly room,the door shut tight and locked behind her back,trembling Me caught by glowing, sea-green eyes. * * * * * Her footsteps, always slow and full of grace,turned into feral, cat-like elegance.An eye-blink later and from a mere inch,another order whiplashed over me. “Strip!” Her word wrapped tightly all around meshot like a mile-long strand of leather whip,burning my skin wherever it struck down. Free-falling suddenly, with hitching breath,I hurried to shed off offensive clothesthat fantasy already ripped to shreds. Buttons flew wide and seams scratched painful linesacross skin yearning to expose itself. “Oh god,” I whispered to the bra I dropped,my fingers nestled, fumbled, tore and ripped.“Oh goddess,” breathless gasp, it travelled downfollowed my panties’ way past shaking thighs. “Oh Lord!” I stood now, naked to the skin,all of me vulnerable and exposed.“Oh, Eve,” I whispered, praying out her name,almost in tears from sheer intensity. Critical rays from lidded, crystal eyesscanned up and down my naked shivering form.Nothing escaped her scrutinizing gaze,and she walked, smiling, measuredly around. “Nice toes,” she stated, starting from way down,“though I don’t care for cherry-slutty-redon those girls I’ve chosen as assistants.Your calves, though, they could use some working out.” Her eyes, shamelessly, travelled further up.“Least I won’t have to look at knobby knees.Your thighs,” she said, and she closed the circle,“tell me, are they as tender as they look?” My answer unsaid, covered by a moan,with no breath left to speak, no mind to think,when teasing nails scratched upwards burning trails.“So that’s a yes.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın