Drunk on your lips

3.

Her first interaction with Lenny did nothing except irritating her and trowing her off guard. Her ego felt under attack the entire time. A taste of bitterness remained in her mouth, convincing her to drown even more in the drunkenness of the never ending nights of New York City.

Johanna who had joined the young woman into her decadence, didn't stay for the final blow and remained wise toward Milo's charms. The frustration couldn't be higher. The junior dug even deeper into the Friday's night sweat, seducing a complete stranger into going home with her.

The two women shared their full Saturday, under the soft sheets, discovering more and more every centimeters of each other's body. Milo was creating new memories in mind, the sweet taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, her moaning getting louder and louder according to the rhythm of Milo's fingers underneath her clothes. She never got tired of sculpting her curves, caressing her nipples with the tip of her tongue, making her partner sink more and more into this mutual euphoria and trance.

The intensity of the night overflown into the first lights of morning.

Milo didn't even remember the name of the gorgeous girl she spent the night with. All that mattered was her age and she was above 21 for sure.

She repeated the experience the following night, alongside her best friends and they both got back at Leighton's place with a charming masculine company.

In all of the candidates, she set her eyes on a beautiful brown hair guy, nicely muscular, perfectly common. But his few days beard and the way he sincerely smiled at her definitively seduce de young woman.

Back on the sofa, Milo put her knees on each sides of her partner thighs, forcing her tiny dress to come up to her hips, revealing herself some more, where the young man didn't hesitate to put his hands, grabbing her softly but passionately.

They hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, tangling and loosing themselves in each other's movements, blurry, indistinct, highly impacted by alcohol. Yet she hasn't been drinking that much. Just enough to put her in this daze where pleasure seems to be handy.

Her hands were clutched on the back of the sofa, her pelvis fitting perfectly her partner's and their sync dance. Every movement, every come and every go, intensifying, deeper and harder would gradually make enjoy the moment even more.

The more Milo could feel the ecstasy in her the more she'd bend her back, feeling the tip of her thin hair oh the back of her neck and the top of her shoulders; the hands of her mate longing her bare torso, starting with her bare breasts and then going down to her stomach and her hips, amplifying his movement, igniting his pace, multiplying their orgasm.

***

Monday started with once again a huge file from Lenny, stamped with a little note "for Friday". How sweet. He didn't even put the effort to give it to her in person anymore, no explanation, nothing. "Help yourself" thought Milo.

It brought back all the frustration Milo shoved away this past week-end. She wasn't feeling herself anymore, her ego was irritated, again, she couldn't feel less respected. She hated it. Being that ignored, especially with her talents and abilities, it was turning her crazy.

"- Good morning Mam, started Milo

- Good morning young lady, answered Johana with a smile on her lips.

- Could you do me a favor? I did an audit for Lenny, I would like your opinion on that, a critic for me to progress you know.

- I read it, I'm assisting him on that case. I found nothing to say it was very good.

- Very good isn't perfect. And it didn't fit well for our dear Mister Shaw.

- He's playing with your nerves, ignore him.