1. Genevieve

Genevieve Mitchell trudged out of the office. She made an effort to smile at her employees and congratulate them on their good work. This wasn’t their fault. They had all performed excellently, as usual. No, this was Genevieve’s blunder. She had really hoped that they would be able to work out a deal with this potential new client, but in the end, it hadn’t worked out.

He would have been a huge asset to Wisdom Investments, and thus was entitled to some concessions in order to draw him in. However, he was simply asking for too much. If Genevieve had agreed to his terms, it would have taken five years for them to start making real profit from his portfolio, and who’s to say he wouldn’t have moved to another company by then?

As much as she regretted not being able to land the deal, Genevieve hadn’t worked her way up to CEO of her father’s company by taking stupid risks. Calculated risks, yes, but this one would have been foolish.

Her phone started ringing. Genevieve grimaced, knowing who it would be. Her father knew about the meeting and would be eager to hear how it went. Genevieve let the call go to voice mail. She would deal with her father’s disappointment later.

He would encourage her, to be sure, but that wouldn’t take away from the invisible but real pressure he put on Genevieve to excel in her field.

That pressure had made her into a better CEO, and she didn’t resent him for it, but it did make dealing with her family difficult at times.

Genevieve was halfway home when she decided that she didn’t want to go home to her sad, empty apartment and wallow in her own failure.

She hadn’t gotten laid in a while, as busy as she had been trying to work this deal. It was a perfect night to resolve that.

She headed to a local bar, Lix Club- an exclusive women’s only club which was one of her favorites for picking up women. There was a lot more to Lix Club, there were private rooms and a pool and a dungeon where you could play, but none of that was Genevieve’s style. She preferred to pick up women there and take them elsewhere. Genevieve got a drink the moment she sat down and drained it before ordering another that she sipped at a more sedate pace.

She let her eyes rove over the semi-darkened room. There were several possibilities. Her gaze snagged on a tall, pale woman with dark hair that framed her heart-shaped face perfectly, hanging just to her shoulders.

Genevieve felt her mouth popping open. She was probably the most attractive woman Genevieve had ever seen. She knew she was staring like an idiot and forced her eyes back to her drink in case the woman looked over. She looked much younger than Genevieve herself, but then that was Genevieve’s thing- hot younger women.

As she sipped on her drink, Genevieve surveyed the woman from beneath her lashes, trying to determine from her behavior if she was even gay. If she wasn’t, that would put a stop to the fantasies racing through Genevieve’s head rather quickly. But, they usually were in Lix Club. The curious ones weren’t Genevieve’s cup of tea. She liked women who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it.

After ten minutes—the time it took her to finish her drink—Genevieve had determined that the woman was indeed gay, at least by her judgment, and her judgment was usually good. The looks she was giving the other women in the bar were decidedly lesbianny.

She was slim with bright green eyes that seemed to shine when she smiled at the bartender, thanking her for her drink.

Genevieve made her move as the woman finished her next drink, sidling over and signaling the bartender. “I’ll buy this one.”

The woman blushed as she turned to face Genevieve. “Thank you.” She ran her eyes quickly down Genevieve’s body before looking back up into her eyes. “I’m Mia.”

“Genevieve.” Genevieve made to shake hands, but Mia kissed her on the cheek instead.

Forward. I like it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Genevieve,” she purred.

Despite her easy manner, Genevieve got the strong impression that Mia was holding something back. A shiver of doubt went through her. Though she looked completely different, Mia had a similar air to her as Kate. Genevieve was sure there was some rocky past she was hiding.

She did her best not to think of Kate. That would certainly kill her libido very quickly.

“So, what is a beauty like you doing in a place like this?”

Mia chuckled, though a shadow passed behind her eyes so quickly that Genevieve barely picked it up. “Well, I wanted a drink, and drinking alone is just sad, so I came here. I like being around like-minded women.”

“Well, you may be in a bar, but you’re still technically alone here. I could keep you company, if you’d like. In the name of not looking sad.”

Mia’s smile widened. “Well, I’d hate to ruin someone else’s good time here by making them witness my sad solo drinking. I suppose you’ll have to stay.”

Genevieve signaled the bartender for another drink and took a dainty sip.

“I might ask you the same question. You seem to know your way around this place pretty well.”

“I’m something of a regular. At least, I usually am. Work has been crazy recently. I figured this is a good night to unwind.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah? You look like you could use some stress relief yourself.”

“I have had a stressful day,” Mia said slowly, her eyes sparkling as she pretended to consider. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about you come back to my place and I’ll show you.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

Genevieve had to admit, this was going to be good for her ego, which had taken a bit of a hit when she failed to close that deal. There was nothing like a beautiful woman crying out her name and coming on her fingers or tongue to help her feel better about herself.

They finished their drinks, and Genevieve led Mia out of the bar. She enjoyed the undeniable electricity between them as she took Mia’s hand. She enjoyed her long graceful fingers and imagined what talents those fingers would show her when they got home.

Genevieve loved this bit. This part with someone new, beautiful and unknown -where the evening held all this promise and excitement.

Mia’s green eyes flashed knowingly. Genevieve had a good feeling about this one. She looked more than a little wild and there was nothing Genevieve enjoyed more than a wild one in the bedroom.

The bartender, Chelsea, winked at her as she went. Chelsea knew all about her escapades here and had even occasionally acted as her wingwoman, when her boss wasn’t around.

Genevieve was practically vibrating with excitement. She couldn’t believe she had landed a woman like Mia so easily tonight. Sometimes women were so complex and usually picking up a woman for a bit of fun was more of a challenge than Mia had so far proven. Also, it didn’t hurt that Mia was absolutely stunning.

She held the door of her car open for Mia, who brushed a hand against Genevieve’s hip as she got into the car. That light touch sent tingles through Genevieve’s body, a sure promise of what was to come.

Genevieve wasn’t a fan of awkward silences during these drives, so she had her small talk ready. However, she found that she wasn’t interested in small talk. For some reason, she wanted to know more about Mia as a person.

“What brings you here, Mia? Really?” There seemed to be so much going on behind Mia’s eyes. She spoke very little, but her eyes held all this mystery that Genevieve for some reason couldn’t resist poking at.

Mia’s expression became guarded. “I already told you.”

Genevieve quickly backtracked. “I mean, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just meant that sometimes it helps to vent to a stranger—someone you’re never going to see again. I won’t bite, I promise… unless asked.” She winked at Mia.

Mia chuckled. “Personal issues, I guess. I’m not ready to go home and face the nightmares just yet. Sometimes, being with someone helps. I’m single and I enjoy sex. If I can exhaust myself with a beautiful woman before bed, it helps to keep the nightmares away.”

Genevieve was intrigued, but she didn’t want to push too far. “Well, I can help in that regard. You have a very thorough fucking coming your way, I can promise you that much,” she growled. Genevieve felt hungry at the thought and it was all she could do to keep her hands on the steering wheel. She contemplated reaching a hand over to venture up Mia’s skirt as they drove, but decided against it. As fun as it would be, Genevieve knew from experience how distracting hot wet pussy was while driving.

Instead she chose not so subtle glances over Mia’s long pale legs enjoying how short and tight Mia’s black leather skirt was and how it had ridden higher as she sat down.

Mia laughed again, a beautiful sound, like bells infused with warmth. “That’s what I was hoping for. I want you to fuck me so hard I see stars and squirt in every room of your home.” They both laughed. Genevieve felt desire rising within her. Fucking Mia was promising to be a pleasure she was going to enjoy every second of.

How old was Mia? Late 20s?

“How old are you, Mia?”

“I’m 28. Will that be a problem for you?”

Fuck, what is it about these hot horny 28 year olds?

Genevieve at 42, knew she was developing a pattern in the women she kept picking up at Lix Club, but who cared? Life was too short to not do what you enjoyed, right?

“Certainly not,” she responded. “Fucking 28 year olds is my absolute favorite. Making younger women come over and over on my fingers is the sweetest pleasure,” Genevieve growled.

She looked over at Mia’s breasts in their low cut shirt. She couldn’t wait to see what Mia looked like naked. This was going to be fun.

“What about you?” Mia asked. “Since we’re being honest with each other… Why are you picking up horny younger women for sex?”

“Work problems,” Genevieve admitted. She wasn’t usually open with strangers about her problems, but she had asked Mia to confide in her, after all. The least she could do was be honest in return.”

“How predictable,” Mia said, drily. Her voice flitted from candy sweet to snarky and dry.

“You’d better watch your tongue, or I might withdraw that thorough fucking I promised you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want that.” Mia’s eyes sparkled in the dark as she pretended to consider. “I suppose you’d better tell me about your work problems, and I’ll do my best interested face and that way we will both get what we want this evening.”

Genevieve felt desperate to stop the car and fuck her there and then but unfortunately the city wasn’t the best place for this. She imagined screeching to a halt, dragging Mia out of the car on a busy city street and throwing her face down over the hood.

She imagined pushing that tight leather skirt up over her ass and ripping her panties right off her. She knew she would be dripping wet.

She imagined fucking her there and then with her fingers bent over the car. She would fuck her hard and without mercy, pounding her G spot until she squirted everywhere.

Then she would leave her there, exposed with her own pleasure running down the inside of her thighs.

Mmmm. Fuck.

Ok, not yet. Patience, Genevieve, patience. Good things come to lesbians who wait.

Something, perhaps unresolved lust or perhaps something else, made Genevieve suddenly want to be honest with this hot stranger.

“As you say, work problems are common and predictable. I’m a CEO and it’s a lot of pressure. I’m running my family business and while my parents have always been supportive, they’re hard on me. I just failed to land a big business deal, and even at my age, I’m not looking forward to having to tell my father.”

“Will he be angry?” Mia’s question seemed genuine.

“No, but he’ll be disappointed, which in many ways is worse.”

Mia hummed her understanding. “That must be difficult.”

“Some days, I wish I had followed my brother’s example. He said screw it to family expectations and went into the arts. He’s a successful painter now.”

“Really? I’m a painter as well.”

Now this was a subject Genevieve could converse on. Despite the issues between Sean and their parents, she had always been close to her brother.

“What style do you paint in?”

“Usually realism, though I’ve dabbled in abstract.”

“Sean does abstract. I don’t understand the meaning behind half of his works, but they’re beautiful.”

“I liked abstract, and I learned a lot from it, but my true passion is in realism. I travel when I can to get inspiration for different paintings—usually nature-related. I’ve done mountains, waterfalls, forests, etc. I went to Mount Everest, Niagara Falls, and the Amazon Rainforest. I’m planning to go to the Seychelles to get some ocean inspiration next year.”

“You must sell your art for a lot of money to be able to travel so often and widely.”

Mia shrugged. “It’s less about talent and more about getting your work visible.”

“I know the truth of that. Sean has been very lucky that he has family to back him up. My parents didn’t accept his choice at first, and he struggled for a few years, but when I started working, I helped him fund some campaigns to get his work noticed. When my parents saw that he truly could make a successful career in his chosen field, they became a lot less judgmental and a lot more supportive.”

“That’s really great. My parents… well, my father died when I was young, and my mother isn’t in the picture anymore.”

Genevieve was curious to know more. The haunted look passed behind Mia’s eyes again, but her face was once more closed off. She clearly didn’t want to talk about family.

“Which gallery do you display your work at?”

“Mostly Elite Artworks, but I also have some pieces at Standford’s Gallery and Lily’s Collection.”

Genevieve raised an eyebrow. “You must be good. I remember how ecstatic Sean was when he got one of his works displayed at Standford’s. Elite Artworks is a dream of his.”

“The key to their hearts is sincerity. They aren’t interested in works that aren’t rooted in deeply personal issues.”

Genevieve wondered what Mia’s deeply personal issues were and made a mental note to visit Elite Artworks and check out some of her paintings.

She was surprised to be confronted suddenly with her driveway. The trip had gone quickly, and she found herself almost wishing it could have gone longer so that she could continue talking to Mia.

Almost.

She let her eyes scan Mia’s curves once more and she felt bolts of desire between her legs. Enough of the talking, she was looking forward to what they were about to do too much to be truly disappointed that the moment they would get to fuck was nearly here.

She led Mia inside, flipping on lights as she went. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight. I’m looking forward to dessert.” Mia gave Genevieve a seductive smile as she stepped closer. Genevieve had no objection to moving toward what she truly wanted immediately.

She put a hand on the small of Mia’s back, drawing her in. Their lips brushed together, lightly at first and then more firmly. She flicked her tongue out to taste Mia, coming away with the tantalizing taste of mint, spice, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Mia let her mouth open a little, and Genevieve took advantage of the invitation at once, diving into Mia’s mouth with her tongue. Mia’s tongue snaked forward in return, exploring Genevieve as thoroughly as Genevieve was exploring her.

Mia moaned into the kiss, the sound sending a bolt of lust through Genevieve’s body. She could feel her panties quickly becoming soaked, that is if they weren’t already from her filthy thoughts on the car ride, this super wetness wasn’t a reaction she wasn’t used to this early on. Just making out with Mia was making her so horny it was difficult to think clearly.

Genevieve ran her hands down Mia’s sides and then back up, coming up to cup her breasts. Mia pulled back just enough to whisper encouragement and pull her own shirt over her head.

Mia clearly was a woman who knew what she wanted and that was absolutely fine with Genevieve.

Their lips met again the moment the shirt was off.

They kissed passionately, frantically. It was clear from the way Mia kissed her back that Mia wanted Genevieve as much as Genevieve wanted her. The thought of such a divine creature desiring her had Genevieve panting harshly for breath as she pulled Mia even closer.

Genevieve reached around Mia’s back to unfasten her black lace bra, letting her breasts spring free. She ripped it off her and threw it to the floor. Mia’s breasts were larger than she had imagined with big pink nipples.

Fucking beautiful.

It was going to be a good night.

She rubbed her fingers over Mia’s nipples, feeling them harden to big tight buds under her touch. Genevieve was finally compelled to withdraw from kissing Mia’s lips so that she could get her mouth on her nipples.

She flicked her tongue lightly against one nipple, testing the reaction. Mia grabbed her hair and guided her mouth onto the nipple, making Genevieve grin before she pulled it into her mouth, sucking deeply.

There was nothing quite like sucking hard on a beautiful woman’s tits. Genevieve had missed this. It had been too long. Her body was making violent demands of her, but she was so enjoying Mia’s soft sighs of pleasure that she ignored her own needs for now.

She would usually take her partners to the bedroom, but she didn’t think they were going to make it there. Genevieve set her eyes on the sofa, backing Mia toward it and roughly pushing her down. She straddled Mia’s hips, finally getting some relief as she ground herself down.

“Yeah, just like that,” Mia panted. “Let me touch you.”

Genevieve stripped off her top and bra, then got off briefly to do the same with her pants and panties. Mia took advantage of the small separation, wriggling out of her own clothes, displaying her body to Genevieve in its full naked glory.

Genevieve moaned as she got back atop Mia, grinding her clit down over Mia’s pussy. She was sure she was getting the spot and angle just right, because Mia grabbed her hips and started moving urgently in time with Genevieve.

Genevieve could probably come just like this, but she wanted more. She wanted to taste Mia. She pushed herself further down, but before she could get to what she truly wanted, Mia tapped her hip.

“Flip around. 69.I want my mouth on your pussy too.”

“Oh fuck, yes please.”

Genevieve positioned herself so that Mia could reach her. She felt Mia’s tongue flick lightly over her clit and murmured her encouragement before doing the same for Mia.

It was difficult to concentrate when Mia’s tongue was working its magic on her. Mia was clearly perceptive and quickly learned which touches Genevieve liked—soft, almost ticklish licks, followed up by one long, firmer one before reverting to soft and ticklish again. She repeated the pattern, driving Genevieve wild with need.

Well, Mia wasn’t the only one who could be perceptive. Genevieve was well-versed in picking up her partner’s needs. She propped herself up on one elbow so that she could gently tease Mia’s entrance with a finger. Mia reacted by widening her legs further, an obvious invitation.

Genevieve pushed two fingers inside her, wriggling her wrist around so she could curl them up at Mia’s G spot. As soon as she hit it, Mia arched up and cried out, momentarily releasing Genevieve’s clitoris from her mouth. The short break only made it that much sweeter when Mia got back to work on her.

Genevieve pushed relentlessly on Mia’s G-spot while finally spreading her folds and seeking out her clitoris with her tongue. Mia’s clit was there, ready and waiting for attention. Genevieve gave it an experimental lick, waiting for Mia’s reaction. Mia did not disappoint, gasping and jerking into the touch.

Genevieve soon learned that Mia responded best to long, firm licks, repeated with no variation while she fucked her rhythmically with her fingers. Genevieve was only too happy to give her exactly what she wanted. Mia was letting out small, desperate little whimpers. Though her tongue was too busy for her to speak, Genevieve was sure that she was nearing her release.

Genevieve pulled back a little, easing up with her tongue. She wanted to come at the same time as Mia. Such a thing was tricky to work at the best of times, but this was definitely the best of times. Genevieve was enjoying this easy chemistry with a stranger all too much. Genevieve put a hand on Mia’s hip when Mia tried to move forward, desperate for more.

“Wait,” she murmured. “I’m so—oh God—so close, Mia. We’ll do this together. Tell me you have a thing for older women grinding on your face.”

Mia didn’t hesitate and moaned in answer, “I love hot older women grinding their pussy on my face while they fuck me…I want to taste your orgasm, I want you to flood my mouth with your come until I drown in you…” the sound of her words for sure was sending Genevieve over the edge.

Genevieve felt her thighs start to tighten as the pleasure began to peak. She went back to Mia’s clit with a vengeance, giving her the firm pressure she needed as her fingers thrust harder.

It worked perfectly. Genevieve’s orgasm hit her hard, and it was all she could do to keep going on Mia’s clit. She wasn’t sure if her movements were perfect anymore, but whether or not she was getting it exactly how she wanted it didn’t seem to matter, because Mia was coming too.

Genevieve felt a surge of wetness around her fingers as Mia clenched around her. She thrust her fingers in and out a few times as Mia squirted wildly, her body shaking as her own pleasure roared through her.

Oh fuck, yes…

Genevieve’s expensive sofa was getting squirted on, but she really didn’t care. Fucking Mia while she came on her face was so much fun. Exactly the release she needed.

Genevieve was still coming. Over and over as she ground down on Mia’s face. Her orgasm went on and on, longer than it ever had before. She removed her mouth from Mia and sat upright to get every last bit of pleasure. She kept her fingers inside Mia and watched as she fucked her more and harder and Mia just squirted more and harder. It was spraying out of her pussy.

How was it possible for anyone to squirt this much?

Genevieve felt herself building again as Mia took her clitoris in her mouth and sucked hard.

“Oh fuck, oh, Mia. Jesus. That feels so good.”

Genevieve watched as Mia’s legs opened further as if wordlessly begging for more fucking.

It was a slightly awkward angle but Genevieve was enjoying it too much to stop. She added a third finger and thrust into Mia as hard as she could.

She felt the sucking on her clitoris intensify and just when she thought it wasn’t possible to come any more her mind and body flooded with pleasure from what felt like her 24th orgasm of the evening.

As she came back to earth she saw Mia’s hips rising slightly and heard her murmur.

“Please, uh, I’m so close, again. Put your thumb to my clitoris while you fuck me. Please…”

It was an easy adjustment. Genevieve moved her thumb to Mia’s clitoris giving her the pressure she had clearly been craving.

Seconds later, she watched as Mia’s body writhed in ecstasy tightening and releasing in the throes of orgasm. She cried out loudly into Genevieve’s pussy.

Fuck. Who is this woman?

Genevieve extracted her fingers finally and fell back down to the big expansive sofa that was now soaked in Mia’s juices.

Hmmm. Going to have to get that cleaned professionally, but never mind. That was incredible.

They both lay there, panting, recovering from what Genevieve suddenly realized was the best sex she’d ever had. Even with Kate…

Don’t think about that.

She wasn’t going to ruin this beautiful moment with such morbid thoughts. She was too blissed-out to allow that to happen. Genevieve instead flipped herself around so that she and Mia could entangle themselves in each other’s arms. Genevieve kissed Mia almost chastely, a kiss that Mia returned languidly for a few moments before tucking her head into Genevieve’s shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“I certainly struck it lucky tonight. That was incredible,” Mia murmured.

“You’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

They lay in strangely comfortable silence for a while. Genevieve usually struggled with these silences. She didn’t like to kick her partners out the moment they were finished, but this also seemed an inappropriate time to resume with the small talk.

However, with Mia, she was perfectly content to lie here, feeling Mia’s heartbeat through her palm, which was pressed against Mia’s back.

Genevieve began to wonder if Mia was drifting off, something she usually didn’t allow in one night stands, though she suspected she would make an exception here. It had been the best sex of her life, after all, and she was in a mood to make allowances.

However, Mia stirred and pushed herself up, seemingly reluctantly. Her dark hair fell loosely around her pretty face and her green eyes seemed much more relaxed and peaceful than they had earlier. “I should go. I have a showing tomorrow afternoon. I want to get at least some sleep.”

Genevieve nodded and got up as well. She handed Mia her clothes and watched as Mia got dressed. There was an easy elegance to Mia’s beautiful pale naked body, almost like a dancer. Every movement she made seemed fluid and full of grace.

Genevieve enjoyed watching Mia’s breasts sway and seeing the swell of her nipples- still such a turn on. She enjoyed the roundness of Mia’s ass as she bent over to pull her lace panties on.

Definitely should have found time to fuck her from behind.

Mia was really beautiful.

Mmm. Some nice images to keep in my head to remind me of tonight.

“Good luck for your showing tomorrow. I really hope it goes well.”

“Thanks, Genevieve. I hope your father isn’t too hard on you.”

“I’ll figure it out.” Genevieve hesitated, wanting to prolong the moment when Mia had to leave—her company was just so easy for some reason, a far cry from many of the one-night stands Genevieve had had. Very few people had looks like Mia’s and the personality to back that up and also the ease of enjoying sex for what it was and not complicating pleasure with emotion.

“Well, goodbye, then.”

As always, the goodbyes were slightly awkward, but it was part of the price Genevieve paid, and for that sex, she would gladly have paid a much higher one.

“Bye, Mia. All the best.”

“To you as well.”

Genevieve let Mia out and locked the door behind her before practically skipping to bed, except her body was too lax and relaxed to skip properly.

This night had turned out way better than she ever could have hoped. She was definitely ending the day on a high note, and all thoughts of business were, if not gone, at least postponed until the morning. Genevieve would clean up the mess on the couch later. Or get a professional in. Probably the latter.

She fell into bed but didn’t fall asleep immediately. She found her mind wandering to Mia. They seemed to have formed an instant connection, something Genevieve wasn’t used to. Ever since Kate, she had been unwilling to open her heart to anyone. She was not going through that kind of pain again.

Genevieve kept a tight schedule, for the most part keeping herself too busy to feel lonely. Some nights, she felt the void in her personal life. She had to admit that it was a bit extreme to push even friendships away, but she maintained that personal entanglements led to pain. When you loved someone, there was always pain.

It was better this way. She found pleasure when she wanted it and brought pleasure to her partners. It was perhaps not what other people approved of—the idea that you had to be in a relationship to be happy was widespread and false—but it worked for her. For the most part.

Genevieve finally drifted off, and her sleep was graced by pleasant dreams of ivory skin and green eyes.