Sometimes Bad Luck Is Good

I don't think this day could get any worse."

It's fucking raining, and of course, the bus is late. Now I'll be late for work. Being late isn't the problem; the problem is having to deal with Eramel. She's always looking for a reason to get on my case.

"Take a deep breath, Hazel. You're almost finished with your degree, and then you can get a better job and be the boss of shady bitches like Eramel."

Eramel has only been at the center for five months, but it has been the longest five months of my life. I've never had problems with my manager before her. It doesn't matter what I do; she finds a reason to call me to her office and dig into my shit.

I lean my umbrella back a little to see if the bus is coming, and a car speeds past me at that moment, soaking me to my shoes. I look up at the sky and ask God what's up with his sense of humor this morning. First, my alarm doesn't go off, and when I get up, I can't find my car keys. I call my roommate to ask if she's seen them. Wouldn't you know it, she grabbed them and can't come back as she's already in a meeting at work. So now I'm waiting on the bus because I'll be damned if I catch an Uber downtown with surge pricing in the rain. But looking down at my wet clothes, I'm rethinking my frugal choices.

I check my phone to see the time. I will already be 20 minutes late; if this bus doesn't arrive soon, I'll be 40 minutes late. I left a message for Eramel, but I know that st* won't matter.

Just as I'm about to call her again, the bus turns the corner. I hop on and hope the traffic isn't too bad.

I make it to work 33 minutes late, and to top it off, I'm soaking wet. As soon as I walk towards my desk to put down my bag, I hear my desk phone ringing, and I know it's her without even looking at the caller ID. I answer the phone professionally. "Good morning, this is Hazel with Segway Financial, how can..." Of course, she cuts me off.

"Hazel, can I see you in my office, please?"

I try to explain I need to go and change my shirt. I look down, and my shirt is clinging to me. I picked today of all days to wear a lacy red bra that is practically in full view due to my white shirt. Naturally, she's insistent I come right away.

I suck my teeth and trudge my way to her office. All the blinds are closed, and she is sitting on the edge of her desk, looking at her computer.

Without even acknowledging me, she tells me to close the door.

My shoulders heave in aggravation as I close the door and stand in front of it.

She continues to clack on her keyboard. I clear my throat to get her attention; I want to get this over with. I'm freezing in these wet clothes, and she has the air on.

She finally looks up from her computer, and her eyes look me up and down. She motions for me to take a seat.

I attempt to protest as I'm soaking wet. She waves her hand dismissively and points to the chair. I sit down, and she scoots closer to me on her desk.

She continues to stare at me without saying anything. Typically, I would roll my eyes at her to let her know she was getting on my nerves. However, the way she is looking at me this time, for some reason, makes me nervous, and I put my head down. I start to fiddle with the arm of the chair and wait for her to lean into me for being late. After 30 long seconds of silence, I finally look up at her.

I motion with my hands.

"Are you going to say something, because if not, I could really be on my way."

She crosses her arms over her chest, then uncrosses them and places them on the table, continuing to stare at me. Only this time, I know exactly what she's looking at. It's so cold, and my nipples are so hard they're breaking through the lace of my bra. I swear I could hear her breath hitch, and there was a subtle bite on her lower lip. This display caused me to gulp invisible liquid down my throat.

"Hazel, why do we have to go through this at least once a week? It's like you enjoy being reprimanded by me."

As she talks to me, I can't concentrate on the words she's saying, only the movement of her lips. I'm suddenly aware of how plump and kissable they are. In that same moment, I realize how long it's been since I've kissed and been kissed.

I'm so used to fighting with Eramel, I never noticed how beautiful she was.

Her skin is the most breathtaking shade of brown; it's almost golden. She has these sexy long legs with calves that I can imagine feel like heaven gripping the sides of your head while you're tasting her from the inside out. Her breasts are the perfect size, like large grapefruit ready to be plucked. I fight the urge to run my hand up her calves.

I must have been lost in my trance because I didn't even realize she wasn't sitting on her desk anymore but kneeling in front of me.

It was her fingertips slowly dancing up my thighs to the middle of my stomach that broke me out of my trance.

I can only barely hear her mumble, "I have wanted to taste you since I first laid eyes on you, Hazel." As she says that, she takes her forefinger and thumb and slowly begins to twist my nipple while she brings her face close to mine. She looks at me as if asking permission. I lean forward and taste those lips that look so kissable.

Eramel moans in my mouth and returns the kiss.

I feel her hands search my body slowly. She glides her fingertips across my face and down my neck to my shoulder until she pulls me forward a little. She snakes her arms around my back and drags her fingernails down the middle of my spine. Those same deft fingers that were just typing away are causing my stomach muscles to contract. I become aware that I have yet to touch her.

I slowly break free of our kiss and stand up, pulling her to her feet. I push her backward towards her desk until she's seated. I back away towards the door and turn to face it, placing my hands on the doorknob. I can hear her sigh of disappointment, as I'm sure she thinks I'm leaving. On the contrary, I had other plans.

I lock the door and walk to her, dropping to my knees. With trembling hands, I rub my hands up her calves, marveling at how they could be so soft and firm at the same time. I continue my search until I reach her inner thighs and finally make solid eye contact with her. She smiles and leans back, balancing herself on her hands, and parts her thighs. I can feel the heat radiating. I stand and push her jacket off her shoulders; she assists me and takes it completely off. I run my hand across the hem of her shirt and lift it, causing her to lift her arms, and I pull her shirt over her head. I admire her light blue lace bra as I dip my head and take her nipple between my teeth and softly nibble it. Eramel moans and grits her teeth as I suck her nipple through her bra, while my other hand massages the other. She runs her fingers through my hair and wraps her legs around my waist. I remove her nipple from my mouth, and she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, and those hefty grapefruits fall slightly and bounce.

I watch transfixed as they move in rhythm to her breathing. I bring my mouth to her breast again, twirling my tongue in slow circles around the tight bud. After manipulating her nipple, I bring my face down to her waist and push her skirt up and put my face up against her honeypot, running my tongue up and down the front of her panties, adding my wetness to the wetness that's already soaked through the front of her panties. She's so wet that her inner thighs are damp. She tastes slightly musky and sweet at the same time. I push her panties to the side and stick my tongue inside of her, finding her clit swollen and poking out from its cover. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck on it, wrapping my lips around it and running my tongue along the underside of it. She's starting to moan louder, so I reach my hand up and stick my finger in her mouth to quiet her a little. I continue to lick and suck her, slowly sticking my tongue deep inside of her. She grinds her pussy into my face and moans my name.

Suddenly, she pushes me away. I fall backward on my knees. My face is coated in her juices. She leans down and licks herself from my lips, then grabs my hand and walks me to the sofa in the corner of her office. She takes her time taking each piece of my clothing off, taking time to plant kisses and tiny bites all over my skin. At this point, I'm trembling so badly I can barely stand. She pushes me back on the sofa and pulls my legs, turning me so I'm lying on my back. She takes off the rest of her clothes and straddles me, rubbing her pussy against mine.

Now it's me moaning a little loudly. She slides up my body a little and sticks her tongue inside my mouth, kissing me, and at the same moment, reaches back and slides her fingers across my slick pussy lips and dips her finger inside me, pulling her fingers upward, rubbing that special spongy spot right at my opening, and I'm shaking all over again. Then she just stops again and looks at me, smiling mischievously.

She spins her body around and leans forward and starts kissing my pussy lips while simultaneously placing her pussy right at my mouth. I copy her movements on her pussy for a few moments, then I grip her waist and dive in, licking every inch of her pussy before landing on her clit, licking and sucking rapidly. Eramel continues her assault on my pussy, lapping at my clit while f-ing me with her fingers. I start to feel that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, signaling that I was close to climaxing. Eramel mashes her pussy against my face and starts to shake uncontrollably.

Suddenly, my face is super wet, and she's moaning so loudly I'm afraid someone's going to hear. She adds another finger inside of my pussy and digs into me deeper. I push my tongue inside of her and moan into her as my climax comes crashing down all around me. I feel Eramel shaking again, and I can tell that she's climaxing again with me. We both rest a few minutes, trying to regain our breath. Eramel spins around and lays on top of me, kissing my neck. She whispers in my ear, "I hope the bus is running late again tomorrow." I pull her close, laughing, "With my luck."