A Woman's Touch

A finger glides soothingly across the smoothness of my back. As the skin touches skin, nails searching along the ridge of my spine, goosebumps raise from the tickling sensation. The muscles underneath the flesh flex at the tickling sensation of being caressed. Soft lips trail down my spine with more goosebumps raised to reveal the flesh enticed by the erotica touches. Her hands stop to rest on my ass, cupping them, feeling the full roundness of my butt. My body jolts from the stinging sensation left by a slap to my bottom. She continues to torture me with her touch. She wants me to crave her ruling, her desires, her dominance. To give myself freely of who she is. I cave in, I’m weak as my soul wants nothing more than to bow down to the woman that can make us come off of her touch alone. Both of her hands are massaging their way on my back, oils spilled to relax the muscles that are stressed. I know this is a dream but my oh my is it a wonderful dream that I dare not to wake up from. She has me under her spell, her hands gliding upwards to my neck. Massaging the muscles to releases the tension that I’ve been carrying. Her fingers scratch their way into my long raven hair. She then grips from the scalp with a harsh tug bringing my head backwards to her lips. She moves the hair from my ears so I can feel the hot air on my flushed flesh. She nibbles on the earlobe, then she leaves a trail of soft wet kisses down my neck. It’s her world, her rules, her doing. Nothing will be left untouched. “Love me Omi…” “Agh!” My body jolts awake from the sound of my alarm clock ringing throughout my bedroom. It was near thirty minutes ‘til arrival time for work. Any minute longer wasted and I’ll be late. Grabbing my flip phone, searching through the contacts for one of my friends to come over and give me a ride. I wait for the ringtone to stop so I can eventually be answered on the other side of the line. “Hello?” A deep voice with a slight high pitch to their tone answers me. “Henry pick me up please?” I ask as I slip my black skirt and a white camisole to match with a light pink sweater. I was rushing to leave as fast as any human possibly could. “I’m already at work Omi.” “Great, so I‘m going to arrive late?” I spit my toothpaste out, dropping my toothbrush in the sink. Swiftly grabbing my purse, locking the doors behind me as I skip some of the steps down the stairs. No time for elevators. “Take the metro?” He suggests which makes my skin shudder in disgust. “Henry, no offense but for the last few months that I’ve lived here, the day I ever take the metro is the day I see pigs fly.” “I see nothing wrong taking a metro honey,” I can practically hear him rolling his eyes at my fears. “The metro is filled with things I can’t even begin to describe. Half of the time I don’t know if I’m looking at a human or a rat.” I raise my hand signaling for a taxi to come to my aid. Luckily, one stops. “Well, I suggest to hurry on over here because I just overheard our boss is coming over to check on our progress.” “And you’re now just telling me this” “Better late then never honey. There’s even a mention of a promotion soon? Who knows, you might get it.” “I hardly doubt it but thanks.” “Maybe you’ll get it Omi. You are one of our best employees ever.” “Well They’re not going to give it to a girl who’s late now will they.” he laughs on the other side of the line while I apply a light shade of pink lipstick onto my lips as the taxi driver speeds off. “Ooh girl, if only you knew. Don’t be selling yourself so short honey.” He tells me, knowing he’s probably giving me the side eye if I were there. “Well I better see a hot bagel sitting on my desk. This week is your turn remember?” “Yea Yea, I got your bagel. Now shut up and get here.” “Alright, bye.” “Ciao.” I never expected to get a job like this. Henry found me working double shifts when I first moved here and when he mentioned he worked for this mega fashion corporation. I was stunned and glamoured to say the least. I was fascinated, he helped me get a job. Although, a job of an intern, I was paid but I was paid very little. I was no one compared to the people who went to school and earned their stripes here. However, without that degree, I was doing half the jobs my coworkers went to school for and they don't do a decent job for that matter. I reach the building at a perfect time as I made it against the clock. I step off of the elevator power walking over to my section of the big office space where I share with the majority of interns and some creative designers here in this section. I reach my space to sit on my desk swiftly as if nothing happened hoping no one had noticed that I'm about 4 and a half minutes late. “Well, you seem flustered boo. Here’s your hot bagel with extra strawberry cream cheese,” Henry mentions as he types away on his computer without looking up to see me, I swear I believe Henry might be a ninja. “You haven’t even seen me and thank you,” I mutter, I notice the pile of folders being full already. They’ve stacked my desk with so many files this time that I can’t seem to see where it begins or ends. “I don’t have to. I know you look a hot mess. Also, pink is not your color.” He stands up grabbing a napkin wiping away my lipstick that I just applied in the car, I gave him a pout because putting on lipstick is not easy especially when you're in a moving vehicle. “Hey, I just applied that in the car Henry.” I shoo him away from me as I turned on my Microsoft, getting started on the new issue for September, the year 2000. “It’s all about the browns baby girl, ain’t no one tryna’ be caught dead in pink Omi. Follow the latest trends, please. You do work for a high-end fashion company by none other than who?” “For Milan Petrov,” I mumble lowly biting softly on my lips. I hated whenever he reminded me of where I worked. I wasn’t exactly considered a fashionista but I dress decent enough. I help with designing and updating company content plus copywriting while editing for most of the secretaries mistakes whenever they ask. “Exactly, here you can borrow mine.” Henry passes me his shade of a brownish lip color: I take it applying it to my lips. “So what else have you been hearing huh?” I ask as I begin to turn on my PC hearing the chime of Windows opening. If you wanted to know the latest gossips, trends, or rumors: Henry is your man for the job. “Well as your most trusted best gay friend ever. I heard from one of my little birdies that Milan and her husband is soon to be no more. As they will be SPLITSO.” My eyes widen while my heart rose to skip several beats; I could feel my throat constrict and my hands tremble by the thought of Mrs. Petrov, or shall I say Ms. Stromboli, becoming single. I heard some whispers about a slight crack in their marriage. Something about a possible infidelity from the husband. However, no ones been too sure whether this was fake news or not. “Is that so” I mumble, typing away on my computer as if I didn’t care about my bosses marrital status. “Yes, also, guess what happened this weekend.” “What happened?” “So, yesterday, I was out dancing, of course and while I was doing my thang in the club seeing all these young and single bachelors you would not believe who I saw!” Everyone in the office shushes us as Henry glares at them. “Y'all shush, I'm tryna tell my girl here how my weekend was unlike you boring old tricks.” I giggle at his reaction, he hates being interrupted in the middle of his stories. I am beyond confused how this man still has a job. He is the most laziest person I have ever met. He does nothing but talk all day. Sometimes, I end up doing all of our load that were supposed to work on together. However, he can get quite ahead of himself. “Anyways as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted-” “Henry, Omi, get back to work,’ our manager walks near to our cubicle reprimanding us for talking with a most noticeable eyebrow raise towards Henry. I can tell something happened because his eyes squint with his signature s*x appeal smolder towards our Manager, Mr. Samuels, ‘you guys don’t get paid to socialize, you’re paid to work.” “Oh, what’s gone up against his butt?” I ask as Mr. Samuels walks away with a nasty attitude. “Mm that’s what I wanted to tell you because speaking of his butt, I saw his cute behind at the club last night. Let’s just say, wow he can move on the dance floor and the bedroom.” Henry smiles as I grin continuing to work on another article. Henry always has interesting stories to tell, he has a better social life than I do. L “Does Antonio know you were out last night?” I ask, he’s in a relationship with a man who’s father is a Christian pastor. Their relationship is a secret for his boyfriends family. The irony of the situation is comical if you ask me. “No, and he doesn’t need to know.” “Mhm,” I murmured as I still type on the screen. “Oh don’t you judge me woman. Anyways, have you decided if you’ll have the guts to speak with our boss. I'm sure she'll be happy to give you that promotion if you give something in return?” He mentions trying to change the subject real quick. I shush him from speaking loud about my interests in Ms. Stromboli. “No, why would I?” I ask. “Well, one you like her, two you like her, three she’s newly single, and four you like her.” As if it’s that simple. “Henry, I cannot be going around trying to date my boss. As you’ve mentioned before, she’s a new divorcée who’s going through plenty of emotions. That must be difficult for her.” The thought has come across once or twice, or a few times where I’ve wanted nothing more than to have a little taste of her. She was a being to be reckoned with. The few times that I have met her were the times I would sit in the conference room taking notes and giving them back to her. Sometimes she’s even had me run down to the cafeteria to bring her a cup of coffee. I noticed she likes it sweet so I've made it my job to give her extra sugar. Sometimes, I would buy her a pastry as a gesture of respecting her. I don't think she eats it because she would only stare at the desert I would bring her then give me a slight grimace which means she's either displeased or trying to be polite in not outwardly displaying her disgust. However, I buy it anyway because it's the thought that counts even though she sometimes call me by a different name but it’s okay, be seen not heard. “Well you know what my mamma always says; ‘to get over someone, you have to get on top of someone.’” He laughs as I throw a piece of paper at him while we return to typing away. The elevators door chimes in opening up to reveal a few people on board, almost all come off on this floor except one. It was her. She looks up tilting her head, her body in a white coat with knee-high boots, a large bag, and sunglasses to cover her eyes which were a light hazel brown with a hint of yellow if the sunlight hits her face at a right angle, not that I would know like an obsessed teenager who has a crush. When I look up from my screen I could have sworn she was staring at me because the moment I looked up. She caught me staring at her; she smirks as if she was pleased. However, I was embarrassed. I was caught ogling my boss. * * It’s noon right about now, and my stomach was grumbling to me that we needed food into our system. Also, there was no way I was missing Monday’s potato eggs salad special. I wait in line holding onto a tray filled with the egg salad and some baby carrots to nibble on. I love to have raw vegetables. I like the crunchy texture tingling in my mouth. Tapping my foot, my hand starts to nibble on a carrot without noticing some of it had fallen to the ground from my continuous steps. I try to bend down and pick it up but I couldn’t. No one wanted to help me either. As I begin another attempt to reach down and pick up the carrot. Someone’s soft hands had picked it for me. “Oh thank you so much-”I stood frozen with my eyes like saucer pans, My hands begin to shake a little, I felt a tiny sheen of sweat running down the side of my temple. My throat felt dry and I couldn’t finish my sentence because I was merely starstruck. It was Milan. “Seems you dropped a couple of baby vegetables.” She mentions as she places them on the side away from the plate. “Uh um y-yea,” I stuttered. “Hm, well what are you doing out here?” She asks. “Um I’m on my lunch break,” I say as I move my feet as the line moves along. Milan is now moving with me. “I see, I don’t really come down here often.” She mentions as she looks around the area as if she were looking for someone. “I know.” She turns to stare at me as if I were strange. Of course, I’m strange, I just admitted to knowing what she doesn’t do and she doesn’t do cafeterias. “I mean uh I know because you usually send me to get coffee.” One point for a good saves because I’m not a total lunatic. “Ah well, I’m very busy and I honestly don’t see the point. It’s too crowded.” The cafeteria is huge but there was only a few people inside. “Well, I was thinking, this is probably funny but I always thought that maybe you were a vampire who didn’t want to come out because of the exposure of sunlight or too much crowd to feast on one’s blood.” I giggle as I tell her my funny thoughts. “Oh goodness.” She laughs, the sweet serenade of her laugh was like honey to my ears. Her demeanor was nothing that I've imagined being one on one with her. She always so strict and professional when we're surrounded by others. It's as if she could let go some of the cold exterior since were no where near any of her business associates. “That is very funny, truly indeed, just for that, I will gladly pay for your lunch. It’s on me today hun.” I drop my smile quickly as she mentions to pay for me. I decline right away. “Oh that’s so generous of you but you don’t have to do that!” I say as quickly as possible. “Nonsense, I don’t mind at all, a reward for a good thought. Plus, I don’t mind helping my hard-working employees. I’ll see you soon for the meeting in four hours. Goodbye Omi.” She walks away as she waves to the lunch lady she’s paying for my food. I stood there shocked as I see her lovely behind sashay away from me entering the elevators. She knew my name. I never told her.