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V and ME
It had been a gunfight. This time they'd gone over the top, right down to the personal confrontation. The partisan arguments had gone further. The heavy words, relentlessly.
At the end, a quick greeting with the host and off to the stage.
V asked his right arm for a moment of privacy and went to the toilet. As chance would have it, ME, too, without knowing it, looked for a toilet before returning to the car and the escort waiting outside the TV studios.
When V came out of the toilet they found themselves vis a vi in an instant. Quiet. Then she told me that she was sorry, that it shouldn't have been too much between ladies. She was sweet, strangely enough. And V smiled at her. He told her that he would like to talk to her quietly and calmly outside the usual places and away from prying eyes. That it would be good for both of us. V pulled out the cabinet, ran her fingers through her black, smooth, long hair in an unintentionally seductive moment and asked her for her private number. He gave her a trill. "You have it now, remember to make good use of it..."
ME didn't understand if that was a piqued answer or anything.
After a few minutes they were both in the car, discussing the progress of the debate with the staff.
"I want to go home, I need to rest, tomorrow will be tough and I need to get back in shape," ME said.
His chief of staff's objection was quickly silenced. No dinner, a phone call of apologies and everything was postponed.
At home, in front of a hood, alone, in overalls and socks, just time to take off her makeup and the sofa as the ultimate goal, she thought back to those fingers in her hair and that look.
He took the cabinet and recorded the number of the caller: he wrote only V.
Then, on whatsapp, he wrote her a little message: "I saved you on the cell phone. Let's meet whenever you want."
V answered almost instantly. Dinner was boring, always the same, ritualistic things. "I'd see you even now. "I'm surrounded by pedantic people... At least you're the one who gets into a good fight!"
"If you join me, I can offer you hood or coke. "I've got a falanghina, I've got a falanghina... hahahah.
"Okay, I'm coming."
ME was left of stone. V had accepted. Like two old friends, that was the tone. And they'd finished arguing and arguing in the bitterest way in just under an hour...
"I'm in a taxi. I dumped them. Give me the address."
It rang a few minutes later. As the elevator opened, she told her that she had been taken to two houses away, before the taxi driver could suspect something and talk about it.
They laughed. A hug and a light kiss on the cheeks.
"Make yourself at home, don't be a compliment."
V took off her shoes, the usual blue docollete that exalted her beautiful ass and thin ankles.
ME opened the wine without asking permission.
Two glasses, feet gathered on the sofa, delicate lights. No TV, no music.
At last they spoke from woman to woman, sexting woman to sexting woman.
ME told her that she had always liked her, ever since she had descended into the field so unexpectedly and without much chance, but that it had ended with an unexpected triumph.
And that after the controversies that had hit her she could not share them: too personal, too much about the woman and not about the role she played.
V said that she couldn't and shouldn't but... that she, ME, was her model of reference: intelligent, determined, seductive, without giving up being female.
"Cheers, you and me."
After the cheers and the first sip V approached ME and gave her a tender, quick kiss on the mouth.
"You deserve it. Never done it with a woman, but you deserve an exception. Ahahah."
"We're close. I've done it before. And it was electrifying. And I'd do it again with you right now..."
After a few seconds the mouths crossed. ME was excited by V's tender shoulders and skin. She was caught up in the scent of ME's hair and the thriving breasts that were pulsating beneath the suit and touching, firm and wide.
They went to bed in seconds. They both knew how to do and undo. Their being women of power and the center of attention made them people determined to take what they wanted.
V revealed her side of sexy, exciting dark lady. She licked and drank the juice from every part of ME's body without restraint. He asked her for silk stockings or pantyhose to tie her wrists. He put his wet panties in her mouth while he exploded ME with his mouth and both hands into an unparalleled orgasm.
ME cried out with joy. He hugged her and then used all his tender side to take care of V. He used his three dildos by putting them everywhere inside V, using them wisely and especially using his own voice. She had been in the hands of a mistress named V but she, ME, was and felt like a real mistress.
V's orgasm was wonderful.
It was followed by a long beautiful kiss and a shower together with tongues crossed and fingers engaged in every possible caress.
They fell asleep for about an hour.
There was no talk of their work... no controversy... kisses, caresses, sighs and a few laughs...
"Imagine if they only imagined... Ha-ha-ha."
V went out and took a taxi after a long walk in the center of Rome...
It had been a gunfight. This time they'd gone over the top, right down to the personal confrontation. The partisan arguments had gone further. The heavy words, relentlessly.
At the end, a quick greeting with the host and off to the stage.
V asked his right arm for a moment of privacy and went to the toilet. As chance would have it, ME, too, without knowing it, looked for a toilet before returning to the car and the escort waiting outside the TV studios.
When V came out of the toilet they found themselves vis a vi in an instant. Quiet. Then she told me that she was sorry, that it shouldn't have been too much between ladies. She was sweet, strangely enough. And V smiled at her. He told her that he would like to talk to her quietly and calmly outside the usual places and away from prying eyes. That it would be good for both of us. V pulled out the cabinet, ran her fingers through her black, smooth, long hair in an unintentionally seductive moment and asked her for her private number. He gave her a trill. "You have it now, remember to make good use of it..."
ME didn't understand if that was a piqued answer or anything.
After a few minutes they were both in the car, discussing the progress of the debate with the staff.
"I want to go home, I need to rest, tomorrow will be tough and I need to get back in shape," ME said.
His chief of staff's objection was quickly silenced. No dinner, a phone call of apologies and everything was postponed.
At home, in front of a hood, alone, in overalls and socks, just time to take off her makeup and the sofa as the ultimate goal, she thought back to those fingers in her hair and that look.
He took the cabinet and recorded the number of the caller: he wrote only V.
Then, on whatsapp, he wrote her a little message: "I saved you on the cell phone. Let's meet whenever you want."
V answered almost instantly. Dinner was boring, always the same, ritualistic things. "I'd see you even now. "I'm surrounded by pedantic people... At least you're the one who gets into a good fight!"
"If you join me, I can offer you hood or coke. "I've got a falanghina, I've got a falanghina... hahahah.
"Okay, I'm coming."
ME was left of stone. V had accepted. Like two old friends, that was the tone. And they'd finished arguing and arguing in the bitterest way in just under an hour...
"I'm in a taxi. I dumped them. Give me the address."
It rang a few minutes later. As the elevator opened, she told her that she had been taken to two houses away, before the taxi driver could suspect something and talk about it.
They laughed. A hug and a light kiss on the cheeks.
"Make yourself at home, don't be a compliment."
V took off her shoes, the usual blue docollete that exalted her beautiful ass and thin ankles.
ME opened the wine without asking permission.
Two glasses, feet gathered on the sofa, delicate lights. No TV, no music.
At last they spoke from woman to woman, sexting woman to sexting woman.
ME told her that she had always liked her, ever since she had descended into the field so unexpectedly and without much chance, but that it had ended with an unexpected triumph.
And that after the controversies that had hit her she could not share them: too personal, too much about the woman and not about the role she played.
V said that she couldn't and shouldn't but... that she, ME, was her model of reference: intelligent, determined, seductive, without giving up being female.
"Cheers, you and me."
After the cheers and the first sip V approached ME and gave her a tender, quick kiss on the mouth.
"You deserve it. Never done it with a woman, but you deserve an exception. Ahahah."
"We're close. I've done it before. And it was electrifying. And I'd do it again with you right now..."
After a few seconds the mouths crossed. ME was excited by V's tender shoulders and skin. She was caught up in the scent of ME's hair and the thriving breasts that were pulsating beneath the suit and touching, firm and wide.
They went to bed in seconds. They both knew how to do and undo. Their being women of power and the center of attention made them people determined to take what they wanted.
V revealed her side of sexy, exciting dark lady. She licked and drank the juice from every part of ME's body without restraint. He asked her for silk stockings or pantyhose to tie her wrists. He put his wet panties in her mouth while he exploded ME with his mouth and both hands into an unparalleled orgasm.
ME cried out with joy. He hugged her and then used all his tender side to take care of V. He used his three dildos by putting them everywhere inside V, using them wisely and especially using his own voice. She had been in the hands of a mistress named V but she, ME, was and felt like a real mistress.
V's orgasm was wonderful.
It was followed by a long beautiful kiss and a shower together with tongues crossed and fingers engaged in every possible caress.
They fell asleep for about an hour.
There was no talk of their work... no controversy... kisses, caresses, sighs and a few laughs...
"Imagine if they only imagined... Ha-ha-ha."
V went out and took a taxi after a long walk in the center of Rome...
