Waisted Story: Home From Work

Fola trudged to the front door. It had been a particularly rough week at work and he was so glad that it was finally Friday. This post- covid back to work business was certainly not working for him. When he opened up the door, the sight before him stopped in his tracks

Gone was the exhaustion and he heard three sounds simultaneously. The thud of his bag on the floor, the tinkle of his keys, and the soft snick of the door as it locked behind him. 

In front of him, Lola was bent over the couch, wearing those newfangled TikTok leggings. AND she had on some TeMi Beads waistbeads. She looked over her shoulder and smiled seductively.

“How was your day?”

He couldn’t say a word. His feet took him towards her and his hands could not decide what to touch first. Then a voice in his head said, “Dude, that’s why you got two hands”. 

Each hand went on a mission. One to check out the leggings and the other to gently grip her waistbeads. He leaned forward to whisper,

“My Friday is about to end on an amazing note, babe”. 

Waisted Story: Late Work Night

I was spending another evening at work. A Friday evening at that. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE my job. Till it gets busy. And this week, it was crazy busy. I also admit to having control issues so I don’t delegate as well as I should. But that’s a different issue. Let’s just dwell on the fact that I was at work late. Again.

“One more hour, babe. You can do this!” I was mumbling to myself again. I tended to do that to hype myself up and refocus when I found myself lagging. Even though I knew it was likely going to be 2 more hours.

I reviewed another set of documents and realized that I didn’t have everything I needed. A quick search on the laptop and I concluded that I needed to go to the file room. Add 30 minutes to those 2 hours.

On my way back to my office, I heard soft music playing from another office down the hallway. I thought I was the last one here and curiously went to investigate.

The music was coming from the new CEO’s office. The company had hired him about 3 months ago. He seemed like a good organizational decision and already made some headway into changing the toxic culture. I had heard good things but I tried to stay out of his way. After meeting him, I made a concerted effort to always avoid him. It was written on my board as a daily reminder. Avoid David!

I had shaken his hand and felt a frisson of energy transfer. Our eyes met and I saw the same confusion bloom into interest on his face. He smiled and showed off his dimples. It was in that moment that I knew he could be the sexual death of me if I allowed him. I’m a sucker for dimples! So I immediately pulled away and mumbled a ‘Nice to meet you and welcome to the company’ line. It didn’t help that he preferred that we all use his first name. I couldn’t even Mr. him. Of course he remains professional but the way he looks at me sometimes shakes my inner womanly core. Whew! It’s probably how I look at pecan pie.

David was FINE! Tall, dark and handsome. With a gravelly deep voice you could listen to for days. He could sell anything with his voice. I was glad for the minutes because I could never seem to hear what he said during meetings. All I heard were sentences like, “Come here and take these notes” while I imagined him stroking his dick. Or “Pull up your skirt and sit on my face” as we sat in the boardroom. I had a bad reaction to his presence so I tried hard to stay in my lane and do my job. The company has a strict no-fraternization policy and I have bills to pay.

I started to backtrack but guess I was not as quiet as I thought. I heard him walking to the door even as he called out, “Who’s out there?”

“It’s Ayesha.” The words almost stuck in my throat when I took my first look at him. His jacket was off, tie was undone, and he had loosened a few buttons of his cream shirt. I knew I had to be drooling a little bit. My toes were certainly curled in the beautiful hallway rug as my shoes were safely under my desk. I wanted so badly to reach out and loosen the other buttons but I refrained from disgracing myself.

“Late work day for you too. Isn’t there someone waiting for you at home?”

“Yes it is. I wanted to finish working on some documents. I will let you get back to work.”

I turned around to run back to my office.

“Ayesha?”

“Yes, David?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

It took me a minute to figure out what he meant. But I feigned ignorance and cocked my head to the side. I really hoped he would let it go.

“I asked if there was someone waiting for you at home.”

“Not at this time.”

It was his turn to cock his head to the side. He leaned against the wall.

“Explain that to me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

He gets off the wall and slowly walks towards me. With intention.

“Ayesha, I know you felt the attraction when we met. Tell me you are in a relationship. That the reason you have been avoiding me is because you are in love with someone else. Tell me that I haven’t kept my hands off you for nothing.”

With each word, he came closer. Until we were shoes to toes. And I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

“I’m single but we can’t because the company policy…”

“So you feel this heat?”

I nodded because he was right on top of me. Too close not to.

“Fuck the company policy. I will quit if I have to.”

With those words, all bets were off. So were all items of clothing. I was quickly left standing in my TeMi Beads waistbeads.

I found myself up against the hallway wall, bent over the CEO chair (very comfortable), and screaming in pleasure lying on the visitor couch.

I don’t think I will ever complain about staying late in the office again.

Waisted Story: Newly Waisted

I woke up with his fingers trailing along my TeMi Beads waistbead. With his breath in my ear. Wondering what sorcery I had added to my perfectly oiled body. 

I tried to explain. I swear I did. But I was slow to speak; quicker to roll my body in response to his caresses. 

A quick smack to my butt and I lost my breath completely. Severe heavy pants, tugs on my waistbead, low moans, a groan of satisfaction and a period of shared silence. 

He whispered that I should definitely get more magic for him to pull on. 

Welcome to the Sexy Side!

Waisted Story: Club Date

Dating can be ghetto! So is adulting but I will not complain about that today. After trying the traditional way, I decided to try dating apps. Do not get me wrong, I was not a fan. But after brunch with my friends and multiple mimosas, I found myself creating an account. My friends helped choose the pictures I uploaded and set up the profile. We were all a little tipsy, so my account was flirty, sexy, and fine AF.

He swiped right after seeing my picture and sent a simple message.

“Hey, my name is Brian. I would like to get to know you better. Are you available to chat sometime?”

He lived in my city and I was intrigue by the lack of fluff or promises to break my back. I checked out his profile and responded. We started talking and clicked. Brian was interesting, could maintain conversations, and made me laugh. I found myself looking forward to chatting with him. However, COVID restrictions made it impossible to meet in person. I was willing to take the risk, but Brian was a cautious health care professional. We ended up having dinner via FaceTime and Zoom. We would pick a restaurant and he would have the food delivered to our homes. It was extremely thoughtful, and I knew I wanted to explore our relationship beyond the internet. Our ‘dates’ keep me captivated and wanting more from him. From us.

The restrictions were finally loosened, and we made plans to meet at a hotel bar. I only had an additional request.

“Can you reserve a hotel room?”

I could tell he was surprised but also hesitant to make assumptions.

“I’m happy to do that but also wondering what the plan is.”

“I figured if we both get tipsy, we can stay there and be safe.”

The pause was heavy, and I know he had more questions.

“I will take care of it.”

I showed up to our date in a trench coat and heels. Brian was seated in a quiet corner of the bar and a hostess pointed me in his direction. He had a drink in front to him but had been watching the door. He stood when he saw me and watched me walk towards him. I took my time because I loved watching his facial expression. FaceTime did not do this man any justice. He radiated a calm confidence that was beyond attractive and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

It was natural to lean in for a tight hug and cheek kisses. He held me a little longer that was the norm and I allowed it because I was enjoying being held by him. He smelled good, was warm, and I fit just right. The sizzle was there, a quiet but obvious hum of sexual attraction. He offered to take my coat, but I declined.

“It’s so good to finally meet you.”

“Likewise. You look amazing.”

We took time staring at each other and then laughed. The in-person ice was broken. We ordered drinks and unlike on our internet dates got to focus on each other more intently. The conversation flowed as usual, and he made me laugh. He was engaging and had serious moments that appealed to my focused nature. Then he scooted closer.

“I need to be closer so I can hear you better.”

That was such a cute excuse to be close enough to touch me. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“I like the feelings your touch creates.”

He tangled his hand with mine and I laid my head on his shoulder. We kept talking and it felt good to be in a space where I felt safe with this man. He was as open and vulnerable as he was online. He didn’t shy away from any of the questions I asked. Then there was a comfortable lull.

“I want to kiss you.”

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him. There was a lot of desire and a question in the statement.

“You should. This is technically our 7th date if you count the online ones. I want to see if the sizzle is real.”

And he did. Slowly and intentionally while staring into my eyes. I tried hard to keep my eyes open because I needed to make sure it was as real to him as it seemed to be for me. The first two kisses were a gentle exploration with quiet sighs. Thank the Lord for some level of privacy.

He was such a good kisser and my eyes fluttered close to enjoy the sensations raging through me. The third kiss was demanding. His hand went to the back of my neck to keep me steady, and his tongue played with mine. My panties got damp imagining what else his tongue could do, and the kiss veered quickly into a sensual zone.

At some time, I needed to catch my breath and pushed him away. My whole body was thrumming in response to him, and I could see that he was just as impacted.

“I’m sorry. Don’t leave. I got carried…”

I could not let him finish the apology because I was not sorry at all. Instead, I was thrilled by the connection and ready to take it up a notch. I placed my finger against his lips and felt his fast, hot breaths. He was still trying to control his breathing and I felt a surge of confidence because of the mutual attraction.

I placed my hand on his chest and could practically feel his heart pounding. And my pussy clenched in response. Lord help me!

“Did you reserve a room like I asked?”

He nodded slowly and I smiled while leaning back. I untied the knot of my trench coat while he watched me intently. I started unbuttoning and his breathing hitched. I did not have much clothing on and all he could see was skin. I stopped and he looked into my eyes.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Let’s go. All I have under this trench are my TeMi waistbeads and panties. I would like to show them to you.”

He seemed to freeze for a long minute.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded and leaned in for another kiss. It got heated again. Quickly. We finally came up for air and he leaned his head against mine.

“You ARE trying to kill me.”

I laughed and started buttoning my trench again. He watched me tie the belt with a cross between impatience and anticipation. He dropped some money on the table and reached for my hand to help me out of the booth.

“Let’s get out of here. Race you to the elevators?”

He accused me of trying to kill him, but this man was making me weak in the knees. I had to return the favor. He laughed and allowed me to drag him across the hallway to the elevators. When the doors opened, he chose the highest number, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Only the absolute best for you.”

We were the only ones in the elevator, and I had an idea. I looked up to locate look for the video camera in the elevator then backed him into a corner.

“Have you ever gotten in trouble in an elevator?”

“What kind of trouble are you talking about?”

“Only the best kind.”

I leaned in and rested my body flush against him. Then, I reached for his hands and placed them against my hips where my TeMi Beads waistbeads adorned my body. As close as I was, I could feel his rising reaction to my closeness.

“Can you guess how many waistbeads I have on?”

His hands roved from my hips to my booty. His fingers tried to separate the TeMi Beads waistbeads beneath the coat and started counting. He whispered the numbers into my ears, and I can not remember hearing anything as sexy in recent months.

“You missed a number.”

I whispered back and nipped at his ear. He growled and I shivered in excitement.

He moved and I was leaning against the elevator wall with his back blocking the camera. His hands slid inside the slit in my coat and moved upwards. I spread my legs a little bit to redirect his intentions, but he was focused on his task. I felt his palms caress my buttocks, squeeze gently, and move on.

“I can’t wait to get you in the room. I think I need to count slowly and pay close attention to all your dips and curves.”

The elevator dinged and he leaned back.

“Race you to the room?”