The Secret of the Executive Who Invited Me to Her Apartment

It all started on a business trip. I’m a sales rep for a company that sells equipment and software for clinics, and that week I had to close an important contract in a city I barely knew. I spent the whole day explaining the system in the offices of a group of dental centers, and the purchasing manager turned out to be a woman I found hard to look in the eye without getting distracted.

Her name was Yamila. She was tall, dark-skinned and glossy, with long hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that set off her cheekbones. She wore a leather skirt above the knee, stockings, and a white blouse open just enough for my eyes to drift there on their own. She was serious, precise, professional down to the last detail. A true ebony goddess who didn’t seem willing to waste time on nonsense.

She reviewed every clause of the contract as if she were looking for a trap. She asked questions no other client had ever asked me. When she finally signed, she did it with a brief smile, almost like a reward.

“I’m sure they’ll be very happy with the system,” I told her. “It’s been a good investment.”

“I’m sure of that,” she replied with that certainty of hers. “And now that business is wrapped up, let’s have a coffee.”

I said yes without thinking. She took me to a nearby café and we sat on the terrace, because it was a mild, pleasant afternoon.

“So you’re heading home already?” she asked.

“I’m staying through today,” I replied. “But I’m taking it easy now. I thought I’d use the time to get to know the city a little.”

“You’ll see you’ll like it. If you want, I’m free from seven on. I can show you a few places.”

“That would be great, but you don’t have to go to the trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. In fact, I’d be delighted. I like you.”

I couldn’t stop looking at the neckline of her blouse, and no matter how hard I tried to hide it, she noticed. I could tell by the way one corner of her mouth curved, amused, without reproaching me for anything.

***

We met at seven in the same bar. Yamila made me wait a little, but the wait was worth every minute. She showed up in a pink dress, short and tight, that outlined a body impossible to ignore. We exchanged two kisses in greeting, and I was almost hypnotized, not knowing where to look.

“Seen much already?” she asked.

“I don’t know… I think…,” I stammered, unable to tear my eyes from her.

“I mean the city,” she clarified, laughing.

“Ah, a little. But I was waiting for you to show me the best parts.”

“That’s what I’ll do. I’m going to show you the very best of the best.”

We walked for hours. She took me through the old quarter, through a square with arcades, to a lookout where you could see the river. There were beautiful corners everywhere, but for me the city’s finest monument walked beside me. Time flew by between laughter and easy conversation, until she suggested dinner at a small restaurant and we sat at a table in the back.

“Yamila, I’m the one who should be inviting you,” I told her.

“I’m your hostess, and the hostess pays. That’s not up for discussion.”

“But you’ve spent the whole afternoon looking after me. At least let me make it up to you somehow.”

“I like that you’re so gentle.”

“It’s what you deserve.”

She went quiet for a moment, playing with the rim of her glass. Then she looked at me steadily.

“I’ve thought of something. Why don’t you come to my place and spend the night with me? That way you can show me how grateful you are.”

I was speechless. I had planned to go back on one of the overnight trains, but a night with Yamila was more than enough reason to change plans. The sale had gone well; my boss wouldn’t have a problem with it.

“Aren’t you going to answer?” she insisted. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard. I’d love to spend the night with you.”

She took my hand over the table, smiled, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

“I hope you’re as grateful as you say.”

***

We took a taxi to her building. From the street you could tell they were large, expensive apartments.

“You live alone in something this big?” I asked.

“I share with a friend. There’s plenty of room and we split the costs.”

“I hope she doesn’t mind me showing up with you.”

“Don’t worry. We’re very understanding with each other. Besides, at this hour she’ll be asleep.”

We went up to the sixth floor. Yamila led me into the living room, hugged me, and kissed me again, this time more slowly, letting my hands travel along her back and down the curve of her waist.

“I was going to offer you something to drink, but maybe you don’t want anything,” she murmured against my mouth.

“The only thing I want is you.”

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. The door was left ajar behind us, a detail I paid the least bit of attention to at the time, but one that would matter a great deal later. We kissed again. Her tongue sought mine while I caressed her ass over the fabric. And then, all of a sudden, she pushed me away firmly.

“Sit on the bed,” she ordered, in a tone that admitted no argument.

I was going to ask if something was wrong, but for some reason I obeyed. I sat down. She came closer, kissed my neck, and pulled back again.

“The rules here are mine,” she said. “You’ll kiss me and touch me when I want and where I want.”

I looked at her, baffled. Nothing like that had ever happened to me, and I wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“If you want to sleep with me, those are the rules.”

And I, at that moment, wanted nothing else in the world.

“All right,” I gave in. “You’re in charge.”

She smiled with satisfaction and pulled her dress off over her head, revealing a black lingerie set that fit her like a second skin. In that, she was even more stunning. I was dying to touch her, but I had to wait until she allowed it.

She came close again. Her tongue slowly traced my lips while she unbuttoned my shirt button by button and slid a hand across my chest. When I tried to grab her ass, she bit my lower lip and firmly moved my hands away.

“You have to respect my rules,” she reminded me, looking into my eyes. “Behave yourself or there’ll be no reward.”

“You win. I’ll do what you say.”

She took my shirt off completely and began to work over me with her mouth: my neck, my chest, going lower and lower. One of her hands unbuttoned my pants, found my sex, and stroked it with calculated slowness. Then, without warning, she squeezed just hard enough to wring a moan from me I couldn’t hold back.

“If you behave, you’re going to enjoy yourself like never before,” she whispered. “Now, stand up.”

I obeyed at once.

“Get naked.”

I obeyed again, until I was completely naked in front of her. I was rock hard, and not just because of her body: it was the whole situation, that way of commanding, that had me on the edge. She removed her bra, revealing generous breasts, and came close again.

“Suck them,” she ordered, guiding my head.

I did. While I gave myself over to her nipples, she took me in her hand and began to masturbate me at a perfect rhythm, up and down until I thought I was going to lose my mind. Then she knelt, brought her mouth close, and began running her tongue over the tip in small circles. I let out a shout I couldn’t control. She repeated the gesture, amused by my reaction, before taking me all the way into her mouth with a skill I had never felt before.

“Like that, like that,” I begged her, stroking her hair. “You drive me crazy.”

And then, just when I was enjoying it most, she stopped and straightened up.

“I want to show you something,” she said.

She pulled down her black panties. And underneath there wasn’t what I expected, but a sex just as dark, just as imposing as everything else about her. I stood there open-mouthed.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Look, Yamila… I… I mean,” I stammered until I managed to speak. “I was looking to be with a woman.”

She looked at me with a half smile, not offended.

“I like women,” I went on, awkwardly. “I’ve got nothing against girls like you, but…”

“I am a woman,” she cut in. “A very special woman.”

I didn’t know what to answer. I didn’t want to say anything that might hurt her.

“I’d like to keep going where I left off,” she said, coming closer again. “But if you don’t want to, we’ll leave it here.”

I looked at her. I looked at her body, her confidence, the way she had dominated me all night. And I realized I didn’t want her to stop.

“Of course I want to,” I replied.

“Good. But remember I’m still in charge here.”

She knelt again and resumed what she had interrupted, her lips moving over me from top to bottom, her tongue playing with the tip until she left me again on the verge of shouting.

***

The surprises weren’t over. While Yamila kept her mouth busy on me, another figure appeared in the doorway that had been left open. It was a girl with lighter skin, short curly hair in a dyed-looking brown, a little shorter and more curvy than Yamila. She was wearing a very short pink nightgown.

“Hi, guys,” she greeted us.

“Hi, Noa,” Yamila replied. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Impossible to sleep with the noise you’re making,” she said, leaning on the frame. “By the way, handsome, this is Noa, my roommate.”

“Hi, Noa,” I managed to say between gasps.

Noa came up behind me and began caressing my chest while kissing my neck.

“Do you mind if I join?” she suggested. “Not only are you keeping me from sleeping, you’ve got me really horny.”

“No problem on my end, baby,” Yamila replied. “Let’s see what he says.”

I didn’t even know how to string a sentence together. It was surprise after surprise, and Yamila’s mouth had me completely at her mercy.

“What do you say?” Noa whispered in my ear. “Can I stay?”

“Whatever you want,” I replied.

Her hands slid down my back to my ass while she took off her nightgown. Like Yamila, Noa was hiding a surprise between her legs too, even bigger than her friend’s. She positioned herself behind me, spread my legs a little, and began to work me with her tongue in places I had never imagined I could enjoy. Yamila kept going in front. I was about to explode.

“I’m going to come,” I warned them.

Yamila pulled her mouth away, took me in her hand, and began to work me hard, driving me to the limit, until I exploded with a cry that must have been heard throughout the building.

She leaned in and kissed me.

“That was incredible,” I panted.

“I know,” she replied. “But remember, I’m in charge. So now you’re going to do it to me.”

***

A part of me hesitated, but I obeyed. I knelt in front of her, took her in my hand, stroked her, and for the first time in my life did what she asked. She was right: I didn’t dislike it. Yamila held my head, setting the rhythm, moaning and looking at me with a smile of absolute power. Meanwhile, Noa had moved behind me, opening me carefully, preparing me with her tongue and then with a patient finger.

“What a cute little ass your boy has,” Noa said to Yamila.

“Get him nicely prepared, baby,” she answered. “This has only just begun.”

The sensation surprised me by how much I liked it. Yamila, rock hard in my mouth, asked me to relax while she pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. They changed positions: she got behind me and Noa came around front, offering me her breasts and kissing me to distract me.

“Relax, okay?” Yamila asked me. “At first it might hurt a little, but then you’re going to like it a lot.”

She entered me little by little, pulling out, going back in a little farther each time, with a patience I hadn’t expected from someone so dominant. Noa kissed me nonstop, her tongue tangled with mine. The first sting of discomfort gave way to something else, and a different moan escaped me.

“See how much you like it?” Noa said before kissing me again.

Yamila started moving with more confidence, with more and more ease, and I stopped thinking. I only felt.

“So tight,” she panted, grabbing my hips. “I love it.”

Noa, seeing how completely I’d given myself over, moved in front and offered me her sex so I could tend to it with my mouth. I did it without hesitation, as if Yamila’s thrusts were driving me to want everything all at once. That night I had become the toy of both of them, and the strangest thing was that I loved being it.

***

At some point they took turns. Yamila pulled away and Noa lay down on the bed with another condom on.

“Sit on top and ride, handsome,” she asked.

I obeyed. I sat on her slowly and started moving up and down, unable to hold back my moans. Then it was Yamila who came close to offer me her mouth: I was about to finish and wanted to do it that way. I rode Noa while tending to her, Noa’s two hands firm on my waist, setting the rhythm.

“Yamila was right,” Noa murmured. “You’ve got a body that’s a pleasure.”

Yamila couldn’t take any more and gave herself over with a long shudder, gripping my hair, whispering my name between gasps. When she recovered, she kissed me again, slowly.

“You’re enjoying yourself immensely,” she said. “And you’re going to enjoy yourself even more.”

She took me in her hand and began stroking me while Noa stayed underneath. It was too much: pleasure was hitting me from two places at once, and I felt myself hardening again almost without pause.

“Look how it’s getting hard again,” Yamila told her friend, laughing. “He likes it, oh, he definitely likes it.”

“This boy has never enjoyed himself like this before,” Noa replied, pressing my hips so I’d move harder. “Right, handsome?”

I didn’t answer. I could only moan. But she was right: I had never felt anything like it. And this time the end hit me twice, first in Yamila’s hands and almost immediately inside, a wave of pleasure that left me empty and trembling, with a cry that joined all the others.

“My God, how you shout,” Yamila laughed, giving me another kiss.

I pulled away from Noa, who removed the condom and came a little later, releasing herself with a long shudder and a sigh of relief.

***

When I came back from the bathroom, after cleaning myself up a bit, I found them both in bed, wrapped in each other like I had already stopped existing.

“You can get dressed now,” Yamila told me without fully opening her eyes. “We’re done with you.”

“Yes, my love,” Noa added with a lazy smile. “Now you can say you’ve been with two real women.”

I dressed in silence while they kept to themselves. I left the apartment with a strange feeling, split in two. On one hand, I felt used, a one-night whim they didn’t even bother to say goodbye to. On the other… on the other I couldn’t stop thinking that, for a few hours, I had discovered a pleasure I hadn’t known existed, and that I would seek it again without hesitation. That night had turned me into someone else, and I went down the stairs knowing that no woman had taught me so much in so little time.