HIRED HELP

10

The smile on Robyn’s face as she sat across from her in the huge bath tub, their legs intertwined under water that bubbled with clouds of white foam, melted something inside of Nicki, a hardness that had taken root the day Véronique had left. Was this all it took, she wondered, to heal a broken heart? Some paid-for tenderness? She’d slept for almost an hour—an expensive one—completely wiped out and
unaware of her surroundings, but it didn’t matter anymore because she’d already gotten what she paid for. The unexpected intimacy of the afternoon had restored her and, against all odds, had been much more than the sterile sex session Nicki had anticipated—so much more. Robyn had the rare gift of arousing an instant attraction in people while at the same time offering a promise and delivering on it. She instilled a confidence in Nicki that, in time, everything would be all right. The warmth she had bestowed on Nicki through whispered words at the right time and gentle caresses when Nicki least expected it, and her ability to mimic the closeness of a real affair and condense it into a few hours, was worth every penny. Nicki knew she had bought an illusion but, thanks to Robyn’s personality and sexy
lightness about it, the illusion was strong enough. At least for now. The clock was ticking and they had scarcely half an hour left, but Robyn stretched herself lazily in the bath, not indicating any urgent
desire to leave. She’d washed Nicki almost chastely, steering clear of obvious danger zones like Nicki’s nipples and using one of the provided soft cloths to cleanse her pussy. Nicki, who by then believed to not have any arousal left in her, had felt herself grow moist again. Her clit had throbbed lightly and her nipples had perked up, but more than another release she wanted Robyn’s tender touch then, her fingers washing off the scents and sticky juices they had earlier created.
“I hope this is not goodbye.” Robyn’s sultry voice broke the silence. “I’d like to see you come again.” She grinned broadly, baring a row of blindingly white teeth Nicki couldn’t help but imagine nibbling on her nipples again.
“I’ll call.” Nicki said it with a firmness indicating truth. “I know you will.” Robyn pushed herself up and sat up in the bath, looking Nicki square in the face. “Come here.” She extended her arms under water and folded them around Nicki’s waist, snaking her hands up her back and down again. The kiss that followed was filled with gentle tenderness. Nicki surrendered one last time to the touch of this magic woman. She let her tongue slip along Robyn’s lips and inside of her mouth, twirling it around Robyn’s
tongue and feeling the heat build inside her again. Robyn’s fingers traveled to her chest and stroked her nipples. Nicki slid closer so her legs curled behind Robyn and they both sat in the middle of the bath, water timidly splashing around them. She could feel the closeness of Robyn’s pussy through the water and she knew she had to feel it again, as a last parting gift. The kissing intensified and transformed into moaning as their hands trailed downward, slicing through foam and water. Nicki tentatively stroked Robyn’s clit once, its wetness immune to the
weak bath water. Robyn mirrored her action and Nicki felt herself gasp for air again. Their faces were so close, their eyes staring down into each others’ souls, their lips touching every inch of skin they
could reach. Robyn’s breath was hot on her cheeks as her fingers probed again, slowly at first but Nicki had no more time for delays. She pressed her pelvis into Robyn’s hand and demanded more fingers.
“Rub my clit,” Robyn whispered and Nicki focused her attention on the soft wet button at her fingertips, drawing slow circles around it and matching the pace of Robyn’s fingers inside of her. The low growl of Robyn’s mutterings in her ear spurred Nicki on, as did their coordinated rhythms, and soon Nicki responded with her own moans. To her surprise, she seemed to have yet another orgasm in her.
“I’m coming,” Robyn groaned and Nicki flicked her clit around a bit quicker, which, in turn, made Robyn fuck her quicker. She felt it amplify again. It started deep in her belly and strengthened with every breath Robyn sighed into her ear. “Yes. Can I?” she whispered, the tip of her tongue inside Nicki’s ear. She repeated it until she came over Nicki’s hand and Nicki let the climax build and then wash over her, like a wave that starts lazy but builds and builds and drags you down until you can no longer catch your breath, but releases you just at the right time.
Robyn cupped Nicki’s head in her hands, palms under her chin, and planted a kiss on her nose. Wet strands of hair clung to her slightly flustered face and Nicki had to agree with Samantha. Robyn was worth every cent—and then some.