<strong>Oliva</strong><br/><strong>Michelle's Apartment</strong><br/><strong>Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Even though the room was cool, there was more than enough heat to provide the cold-natured manager with a sense of warmth. A soft sigh escaped her innocent lips as the heat of the fireplace flickered against her skin, and the friction between their bodies made things even more heated. She had no idea what to expect when she adventured into the apartment, but all of her feelings of suspicion and regret vanished within the first five minutes.<br/><br/>She discovered everything she needed to know in Michelle's longing eyes. Oliva had always had a talent for reading people's feelings through body language. In fact, it was one of the reasons why she was a successful manager. As her eyes connected with Michelle's, she saw one thing: pure passion. She knew that Michelle's divorce had taken a toll on her, but she didn't realize how severe it had been. The bubbly pilot needed somebody to fill the void, and Oliva decided that she would be the person to pull her through the storm. Never before had she been with a woman who kissed her flesh so passionately, and she had no intention of leaving her alone in her damaged state.<br/><br/>Her glossy lips formed into a simple, yet charismatic smirk as Michelle's lips ran fervently up her body.<strong>"That feels great..."</strong>She whispered as her nipples perked up. Michelle never stayed in one place for long, and Oliva continuously cooperated with her changing desires until she was entirely nude. Oliva was neither self conscious nor arrogant, but she felt inclined to present her body to Michelle. At work, Oliva always aimed to please the customer. In bed, she was not much different. She was the type of bed mate who always strove to make her partner's experience enjoyable. Michelle's wounded state made her even more determined; she wanted the night to be more memorable than any she or the pilot had ever experienced.<br/><br/>The almost animalistic way that Michelle removed her clothing turned Oliva on beyond imagination.<strong>"Michelle..."</strong>It was a simple name, but Oliva spoke it with such colorful emotion. She blushed as Michelle saw her slit. Her labia was flayed outward, and it was a pretty shade of pink. Her busy schedule often made shaving a luxury, and it had been two days since her last session, resulting in a small amount of stubble. She saw the desire in Michelle's eyes, and she had no intention of resisting her. She wrapped her arms around Michelle's back, gently stroking her shirt. She thought being nude underneath a clothed woman was sexy. Her petite, sun-touched body looked perfect under Michelle's light skin. It was a perfect contrast.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm here for you."</strong>She said, after Michelle finally released another kiss.<strong>"No matter what happens, you can talk to me. You can call me... You can fuck me."</strong>She pecked a sweet kiss on Michelle's cheek, showing her more common soft side.<strong>"I know you're hurting, but I'm here to help. No strings attached, okay? You don't have to feel any sense of regret or uneasiness."</strong>She leaned forward, her lips connecting with Michelle's once again. Her legs spread wide, and her body relaxed into a submissive position.<strong>"We have all night together. And then all morning."</strong>She totally forgot about her job.<strong>"Don't hold back. Show me what you've got."</strong>She whispered into Michelle's ear.<strong>"I want you to screw me until I'm numb. Michelle..."</strong>She called out for her once again in the same soft tone.<strong>"Right now, you look like an angel, but you look like a goddess when you smile."</strong>She ran her cheek lovingly across Michelle's.<strong>"Smile for me."</strong>