Anna Ch. 10

Chapter 10: Lunch with Nelly

My two days in Stockholm were filled with seminars with the heads of our European regions, most of them boring. But it was always fun to go to Stockholm, even if most of the time is spent in conference centers or a hotel room. And because of that, these trips usually involved copious amounts of masturbation.

Just being in the flow of Stockholm was cool. It was much bigger than Gothenburg, but it never felt overwhelming like other European capitals like Paris or London. I loved the vibe of Old Town even its maze of cobblestoned streets that reminded you of medieval times; still charming despite the touristy kitsch and the corporate chain stores posing as artisan boutiques. What's not to love about the theater of dazzling colors and scents waiting for you inside a Lush Cosmetics store, even if it's a corporate chain?

Occasionally there were dinners, but after the novelty of their newness wears off, they become quite tedious affairs. The restaurants were usually interesting with good food, but spending an evening with the same colleagues you had just been with all day was quite exhausting. I couldn't wait until they were over and I could escape to the freedom of my hotel room, take a massive shit, then Jill off. This this trip was no exception.

I couldn't stop thinking about Olivia.

When I arrived home Thursday night, I sucked David off, then went to sleep. Next day, I was back in the office for some beach time.

I spent the whole morning staring at the computer screen, my mind thoroughly exhausted, with the memories of Olivia weaving in and out. I couldn't believe that the day after I had my first girl-girl sexual experience, it was followed up by an all-girl threesome the next day.

Nelly came into the office about 10:00. We smiled at each other nervously, then she took a desk on the other side of the room. My obsession with Olivia was instantly replaced by the presence of Emelie. The nervous tension in the air was unbearable. Screw it, I got up and went over to her desk.

"Hi, how are you?" I asked.

"Hi, very good, thanks." She smiled.

"A bit tired as usual. Got back from Stockholm again last night."

"How did it go?

"Ah, the usual. You know..."

She nodded despite not having been around long enough to know what 'the usual' was yet.

"Hey...so, any plans for lunch?" I asked.

"No, not really..."

"Want to go grab something somewhere?"

"Sure," her face brightened.

"Great. What do you say...11:30? Does that work for you?"

"Yep, works for me."

"Awesome. The let's do 11:30 then."

"Great, thanks," she snapped back, her little face consumed by a smile.

I felt the juices in my pussy flow as I walked back to my desk.

Lunch was at a little Italian place a few blocks from our office. We ordered pizzas at the counter then took a seat at a cozy round table in the corner. While we waited, Nelly told me about her classes and how school was going in general. I asked her about her boyfriend, how they met and all that stuff. Typical story. They met a year ago at the university at one of the student parties. He had started to do his PhD program and she was a first-year graduate student. A couple years older than her, it was apparent that she looked up to him immensely. I listened with empathy, nodding my head in understanding after each point.

Our pizzas arrived and the conversation stopped momentarily while we ate our food. She cut off large pieces of pizza with her fork and knife then stuffed them into her mouth. Not very elegant, almost like a little kid. She had a clumsy way of eating just like her walk.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence and said, "So how is your sex life?"

She blushed. "What kind of question is that?" she replied while she sat back in her chair.

"I don't know, Nelly, I just blurted it out, sorry. I shouldn't have been so bold. I mean...I'm really interested in people and want to know all sorts of things about them."

She recovered a little bit, then started to speak.

I interrupted her. "Let me ask a different question, was he your first?"

She blushed again. I wasn't sure if this question was any more innocuous.

She sunk her head then answered with a smile, "Well, yes, I was a virgin before Samuel."

"That's really sweet. I mean that."

I imagined her lying flat on her back, her skinny legs drawn back presenting her moist virgin pussy to him; her fragrant blonde garden enticing him from the center of her bony pelvis.

"Aw thanks," she returned, looking slightly embarrassed.

There was a long silence, it seemed like each one of us waiting for the other to bring up The Kiss.

"So, have you ever been with another girl?" I asked.

"No, not really."

"What do you mean about, 'Not really'?"

"Well, the only time I ever touched another girl was when you kissed me."

"I see..."

"And you?"

"Well, it's complicated. I mean, I've thought about it a few times. Been curious, but never acted on it." I lied.

She nodded.

I reached across the table and took her hand. She laced her fingers between mine. It felt wonderful.

We smiled at each other, then finished our pizzas in silence.

After we finished our last few bites, I looked at her and whispered, "Let's pay."

When we left the restaurant, we started to walk towards the office. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down a narrow side street then backed her up against the wall of one of the buildings.

"Oh my god, you are so hot," I purred, then pressed my mouth onto hers. She accepted my mouth, and we stood there in the cold alley making out for several minutes. I was so turned on by her I didn't give a shit if anyone was watching. But then I pulled back and we slipped inside a little nook to be more discreet.

A fantastic kisser, her mouth was warm and agile. She moved her tongue with great awareness meeting mine with a thoughtful elegance that belied the rest of her awkwardness. There was a slight hint of basil on her breath from the pizzas we ate. I assumed my breath was the same. I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her mouth harder into mine. Our tongues dug into each other's mouths and slobber started to run down our chins like two teenagers exploring intimacy for the first time. I felt a little silly, but I was giddy with excitement and didn't care.

"Mm-mm, it feels good to kiss you," she cooed after pulling a way for a moment.

"Yes, you too," I replied.

We locked lips again and continued to devour each other's mouths. I couldn't help but think about what was missing in her love life that propelled her to suck face with one of her female colleagues. Was it a symptom of some hidden desires she had been harboring? She seemed so quiet, shy, and innocent. Perhaps those types were the ones with the darkest fantasies.

"Let's do this again, another time," I said after breaking our kiss. "We need to get back."

"Yes...okay," she replied while wiping her chin.

Once back in the office, we both tried to play it off like nothing was happening between us. More for the benefit of our colleagues, but it was kind of funny because people would never expect hanky-panky between two girls who went to lunch together. If it were a guy, it would have been different.

I finished up a few things then decided to close down for the day. It was Friday, and no one worked past three on a Friday. David and I were going to meet Katarina and Per for dinner and drinks tonight, then on Saturday I was going to try and sneak out to see Olivia in the afternoon.

Just as I was shutting down my laptop, a new email from Nelly popped up.

Hi, I really enjoyed our lunch together. Can we get together again soon?

I typed back:

Yes, me too. How about next week? I'll be in the office all week.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about what to write, then continued:

How about dinner either Tuesday or Wednesday?

I hesitated again, tapped my fingers against my lips, then wrote:

I want so much to taste you again

Then I hit send. I closed down without waiting for a reply.

Later that night after dinner and drinks with our friends, David and I went back to our apartment, and I rode him hard in bed. He grabbed my hips while I sat on top of him and fucked him like a wild bronco. He shot is load deep inside me and I brought myself to orgasm with little help from my own fingers.

I noticed that I needed to massage my clit more and more in order to get off. Was it because of all the masturbation I had been doing while travelling? Was pleasing myself the only way I could get an orgasm anymore?

Tonight I was horny, but mostly because I was fantasizing about Nelly and what would happen next week. I wanted to experience that skinny little body of hers. Even when I took part in that threesome with Olivia, there were several moments when I had fantasized that the skinny blonde café bitch we were fucking was Nelly.

The next morning, after sitting around with David on the sofa drinking coffee a watching TV, I went into the bedroom and texted Olivia. We would meet at 12:00 at her place, maybe grab some lunch, we'll see...

"Hey David," I called out.

"Remember I was going to run some errands today then meet up with Olivia for lunch or something."

"Yeah, that's fine. I don't mind," he answered.

"Thanks, babe. Let's think about what we want to do tonight."

"Sure, any ideas?"

"I don't know, maybe a movie and a bottle of wine?"

"Sounds good, do you want to pick some up while you are out?"

"Sure."

"Hey, when am I going to meet this famous Olivia? I mean you're starting to spend more time with her and it would be interesting to meet her finally."

Hmm. So why are you so interested in her? I couldn't help but think he wanted to check her out. Typical guy.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'll invite her over sometime."

"That would be great."

"I'll ask her today if she'd like to come over or something."

"Yeah, do that."

"Sure," I smiled then pulled on my coat and wrapped a scarf around my neck.

"Bye, have fun."

"Thanks, I'll see you later." I blew him a kiss then closed the door behind me.