Lunch with Lucia [f4f] [wlw] [submission]

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Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up. It's time for a story.

Emma woke up with a raging headache. It must have been all of those glasses of champagne that Alex had served her at the hotel bar last night. She still couldn't believe that they had stayed up so late just talking and getting to know one another.

Flirting, of course, but really just talking. The jet lag had kicked in something fierce, and she rolled over to notice that she was going to be late. She had lunch with Lucia in about five minutes, and she looked like a mess, like a girl who had been up until 3am drinking champagne with a boy at the bar.

Quickly, she jumped in the shower, knowing if she was already going to be late, she at least should look presentable. Washing her long blonde hair, getting her body all soaked up and fresh, getting dried off and blowing out her hair. Lucia was something different, something special, and Emma wanted to look her best.

It was a warm day in Italy, so Emma chose a beautiful sundress. It had a cowl neck that scooped ever so slightly. You could just see a hint of her cleavage.

It showed off her toned arms and shoulders, and she paired it with strappy sandals. Heading out and down to the lobby, she saw Lucia immediately and recognized the distinct displeasure on her face. She rushed up to meet her, apologizing for being so late.

Lucia looked at her with one eyebrow raised and said, I already knew you would be. Alex told me you were up late last night. I think he's been a bad girl.

Emma blushed and felt embarrassed, ashamed, really. She had made this beautiful specimen of a human wait for her. How rude.

She promised that she would be good from here on out, and they went for lunch. The conversation was light, but Emma couldn't help but notice how distracted Lucia seemed. They were exchanging pleasantries, but it was all very surface level.

Not the kind of connection Emma was looking for, not on this trip anyways. She wanted something more. She could get this kind of connection back in New York, back in the big city, probably an assistant at the law firm.

What she wanted was something deeper, more meaningful, maybe something a little sinister. She wasn't quite sure, but she winked at Lucia and said, hey, have you ever been up to the penthouse? I'd love to show you my space.

Lucia licked her lips and they signed the bill. The problem was Lucia worked at the hotel. They couldn't really be seen walking hand in hand to the elevator.

Everyone would know exactly what that meant. Discreetly, Lucia followed behind Emma, watching her shape sway in her sundress, her ass bouncing up and down with each step. Emma was fit.

She was no stranger to a squat or a deadlift and no stranger to walking around a big city in a pair of heels. Lucia's eyes drifted over every inch of this beautiful woman's body. And once they were in the elevator, all bets were off.

Lucia pushed her against the wall, licked up her throat and flicked her tongue against her lips. Emma raised an eyebrow. I thought you were mad at me, she said.

Lucia just giggled and told her that she would have to take a punishment for being so late. Lucia does not like to be left waiting. Pushing the stop button on the elevator, Lucia raised Emma's hemline, kissing and licking from calf to knee, her knee up her thigh.

And she noticed that Emma maybe wasn't such a good girl, after all. She wasn't wearing any panties. Lucia looked up at her, surprised but thrilled at the same time.

Emma let it slip that she had never really been with a girl before, at least not since college. Lucia reminded her that she would take good care of her. She was the hotel concierge, after all.

Slowly and gently running her tongue up and down Emma's perfect pussy, completely shaven and smooth. Lucia liked what she was looking at, and she dove right in. Emma ran her hands through Lucia's dark hair, twisting and turning, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her mouth further into her.

Lucia's hands were traveling up Emma's thighs and wrapping around to grab her ass. Emma started coming hard on Lucia's tongue, moaning and gasping for air. Lucia kissed her pussy and said, I'm not done with you yet.

Getting up from the ground, restarting the elevator, they made their way up to the penthouse. When the elevator door opened, Lucia grabbed Emma's hand and let her inside. She was no stranger to high-quality luxury clients who stayed in the penthouse.

She always tried to know them by name, by touch, and by taste. Once they were in the room, Lucia wasted no time, bending Emma over the back of the couch and swiftly spanking her ass, reminding her that she didn't like to be left waiting, and Emma would have to take a little bit of punishment to make up for it. Emma was excited but surprised.

She wasn't expecting this at all. Lucia spanked her one more time and then saw that Emma's belt was off to the side. She asked Emma if it would be okay, because consent, after all, is the sexiest thing around.

Emma nodded, having explored some of this back home. Lucia grabbed the belt and gently dragged it down Emma's spine. You see, there's a sexy way to use a belt or a flogger.

Dragging it down her spine, letting it graze over every curve of her waist, her ass, the backs of her thighs, until taking it and giving it a quick snap. Emma gasped at the feeling of the belt on her ass, the sundress providing no protection. And in her gasp was a slight moan and the word, more.

Lucia told her that she would have to ask nicely if she wanted to play like this. Emma glanced at her over her shoulder and said, more, please. Lucia liked what she was hearing and gave Emma a swift crack on the ass with the belt.

Emma gasped and said, more, please, wanting every inch of it. Instead of using the belt, Lucia lifted Emma's dress up and told her to turn around. To sit and perch on the back of the couch.

Emma did as she was told, trying so hard to be a good girl. Again, Lucia started kissing up the inside of Emma's thigh until she reached her pussy and dove her tongue straight into her. One hand up on her lower abdomen, hoping that she would be able to make Emma squirt.

She made figure eight motions around Emma's clit. Emma gripped the edge of the couch, putting one foot up on the edge. The other leg draped over Lucia's back.

She started coming and said, oh, my God, I'm going to squirt. Those were the words that Lucia had been waiting to hear since Emma had checked in yesterday. Placing her entire mouth over her clit.

Pushing down on her lower abdomen and drinking every last drop that Emma squirted out of her. Emma's legs started trembling, and Lucia knew that if they weren't careful, she might just fall backwards. She gave a gentle kiss to Emma's pussy.

Straightened herself up and thanked her for lunch. Offered that maybe next time she could be dessert. Emma was dizzy from the orgasm and stayed there leaning against the couch while Lucia went back down the elevator.

Later that day, she knew she had a date with Alex for dinner. How could she possibly balance both of these beautiful humans? First, a nap.

Then, a hot shower. And she would try her best to be a good girl for him, too. Until next time, thanks for listening.