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second-thoughts about this attraction and wanted some time
to decide what to do about it. She didn’t want to take advantage of
Grace, yet she didn’t want to let an opportunity for such a
beautiful and erotic dance to pass her by. She was torn by this, so
she’d decided to play her cards very close to the chest for a few
days.
    Chiara was typically a confident
woman, but she was a little unsure about whether Grace would
welcome further advances from her. She went back and forth in her
mind about whether Grace would have stopped the physical touching
had they not been interrupted on Friday night.
    She was also worried about what might
happen if anyone in the firm discovered her attraction. If she
became embroiled in an affair with Grace it could endanger the
career she had worked so long and hard to build. She was deeply
conflicted by it all. It was exactly the kind of situation she had
studiously avoided and never hoped to find herself in.
    The problem was that she couldn’t stop
desiring Grace and it seemed that, after what happened the
preceding Friday evening, Grace might even want her. Chiara was
almost certain the attraction was mutual.
    Later that day any doubt was banished
when Grace came into her office at midday to ask her to sign some
papers.
    Grace stood quietly beside Chiara and
watched her sign the documents. Both women felt the warmth of each
others’ bodies because of their nearness. When Chiara handed back
the documents, Grace looked at her with an unspoken question. It
was obvious that she wanted Chiara to say or do something, anything
to make her know she truly wanted her.
    Their eyes locked and there was no way
that either of them could escape the reality of what they felt for
one another. It was more than just attraction. There was deep
mutual regard, with gentleness and love underneath it. But that
desire was rearing its head in the office at midday with the sun
streaming through the windows.
    Grace couldn’t remove her gaze.
Neither of them spoke at all. The only sound was the escalation of
Chiara’s breathing. Grace heard it and knew what she wanted from
her. Chiara smelled the desire coming off of Grace.
    There were big screaming signs in
Chiara’s head saying: ‘Don’t do this. Danger lies here. Don’t do
it.’ But, she silenced the voices by taking an action that she
scarcely understood herself. She stood and walked quickly to the
door, closed and locked it.
    To others, this would simply indicate
that a private meeting was taking place. No one was going to knock
at the door.
    She turned around to find that Grace
had followed her. They came close to each other then. Chiara smiled
at the younger girl and softly began touching Grace’s shoulders and
arms. She moved her mouth in very close to Grace’s lips and barely
touched them with hers. Their breasts pressed against each other
and their bodies began to move in matching undulations of
desire.
    The smell of sex was present in the
air. It smelled of the sea. It smelled of deep yearning. It smelled
of womanhood. Grace was shaking all over with lust as Chiara began
kissing her deeply, moving her tongue in her mouth slowly and
softly, building in intensity but steadily and with
patience.
    Grace began moaning and it was clear
that she wanted more. Wanted the touch to become bolder. Wanted to
be fucked. She wanted to fall on her knees and be taken. And when
Chiara began kissing her with greater violence she returned the
kiss with equal vigor. Their tongues traded mouths as they played
an erotic game with no rules. The desire became
palpable.
    Grace grabbed Chiara’s hand and
begged, “Please, Chiara. I want you to touch my sex.”
    Chiara said softly, “Say it again…I
want you to touch my sex…I want to hear it again.”
    Grace said it urgently. “Please.
Chiara. Please. I want you to touch my sex. I need it
now.”
    Chiara broke at that point. She could
no longer endure it. She ran her hands down and unzipped Grace’s
skirt. It fell to