BAE Chapter 72

Stephanie comes to her senses and looks up at Riley, who is classy enough not to smirk at the way that Stephanie just fell under her spell right there.

Riley just smiles and reaches out to touch Stephanie’s chin.

“May I?”

Stephanie laughs nervously. “You can do whatever you want,” she says.

Riley takes her hand and stands up. Stephanie’s heart isn’t beating faster than it was the first time she jumped off a rooftop, but it’s close. This isn’t exactly the same as being fifteen with her first boyfriend, but it’s close. Riley being a woman just… makes things incredibly weird. But Stephanie has worn three different costumes and gotten up to some things. She can enjoy weird.

She grabs her purse as Riley leads her to the bedroom, and that’s the last bit of mindfulness that she has for a while as Riley pulls her into a deep, tender kiss.

Dresses are great because they can fall right off, although Riley’s gets caught on her erection. Laughing through the kiss, they fumble to get that out of the way. Riley’s little bralette and cotton panties seem effortlessly cool and athletic, although the eager erection poking out throws it off a bit. She seems much more taken with Stephanie’s matching set in green, which has just a little mesh for fun. It’s sexy enough on Stephanie’s body that Riley’s not noticing that Stephanie has more scars than most would expect to see on an underling with a mayoral campaign.

Riley pulls her close and dives back in, her hands on Stephanie’s waist and back. She has Stephanie’s bra off in a flash, and just as quickly spins her around and pulls her close again, running her hands up Stephanie’s belly to cup her bare breasts.

“Well,” Stephanie laughs. “You’ve had plenty of practice.”

In reply, Riley pulls Stephanie’s hip back so that her erection pushes up against Stephanie’s bottom.

“You were insecure about this?” Riley whispers in her ear. “I’m going to explode just from touching it.”

That’s an exaggeration, but Stephanie likes compliments. She rubs herself against Riley and turns her head to keep the kissing going. Riley appreciatively massages her breasts and turns up the tongue action. Stephanie still can’t quite believe it, but she is incredibly wet. She shivers when Riley lightly squeezes her nipples. She lets out a little gasp into Riley’s mouth.

“OK. OK,” she says breathlessly, laughing. “You win.”

Riley looks quizzical. Stephanie rolls her eyes and pulls free, then gives Riley a little push toward the bed. It’s not Riley’s first rodeo. The horny eagerness that sparkles in her eyes almost makes Stephanie laugh, as though she’s any less sex-crazed at the moment. Riley lifts her legs and whisks off her panties to fully free her cock, which bounces happily, precum shining on the tip.

Stephanie licks her lips, then turns her back on Riley. She bends at the waist, hoping that a close-up view of her ass in panties will be enough to keep Riley’s mind off what she’s doing. Stephanie takes the lip gloss from her purse and applies it, then turns back and sinks gracefully to her knees.

She takes Riley’s cock and gently strokes it. The precum flows from the tip, and it’s warm as it rolls down Stephanie’s hand. She looks up at Riley.

“You made this look easy. You do this with every blonde that you train?”

Riley swallows and brushes Stephanie’s hair out of her face.

“I’m only thinking about one blonde right now,” she says.

Damn, she’s good. It’s almost irritating. This personal trainer has more game than Tim Drake does. Stephanie smiles and pushes her hair back, then goes down on her. Riley’s fingers in her hair feel so good as she delivers a gentle, unhurried sucking that turns Riley’s breathing from heavy to ****.

Riley is out of patience.

“Got a condom?” Stephanie asks. Riley has it out of the drawer beside the bed and rolled onto her cock so fast that it’s dizzying. She pulls Stephanie into her lap and kisses her fiercely, pulling at her panties. Stephanie helps her, and Riley tosses them away. They sink onto the sheets, and Stephanie isn’t a dom or a tease. She guides Riley in and lowers her hips.

“Yeah,” Riley says breathlessly, rather firmly taking hold of Stephanie’s bare bottom. Stephanie sees the way that Riley is focused on her breasts and leans forward as she rocks her hip to give her a better view. Riley grabs them and lifts her hips a few times, making Stephanie gasp. Riley’s cock fills Stephanie beautifully, but she has to rock and lean forward deeper than she would with, say, a well-muscled man. She’s not complaining. Gently riding Riley Beaumont in this bed is like riding a cloud of pure pleasure, and Stephanie is in no hurry. It’s been a while, after all.

“God,” Riley gasps, gazing up at her with the most uninhibited O-face. She’s beautiful, and seeing that while feeling her cum inside creates all kinds of feelings in Stephanie’s core and mind that she’s not ready to deal with.

Riley goes limp, her chest heaving in her gray bralette. There’s sweat on her forehead.

Stephanie leans down and kisses her on the mouth. After a moment she pulls back. Riley’s eyes have closed. Her chest rises and falls peacefully. So much for getting information out of her like this.

Blushing, Stephanie fans herself with a hand. Setting aside that she’s never mixed work and sex before, that was good. Suspiciously good. And it makes her wonder how good it would’ve been if she hadn’t doped Riley with the lip gloss.

She climbs off, pausing to stare at the condom, which bulges with Riley’s load.

“Woof,” she mutters, removing it. She ties it off, wraps it in a tissue, and tosses it in the trash. Stephanie removes Riley’s bra and tucks her in, then gets the latex gloves from her purse and puts them on. She’s done plenty of searches in gloves like this before, but she’s never done it in nothing except these gloves. That’s another weird feeling, but searching is like riding a bike.

She finds a handful of sex toys, including a cock sleeve. She finds several varieties of condoms. Some weed gummies. A lot of wine. An impressive collection of athleisure wear. Surprisingly little cute underwear, although anything looks good on someone like Riley.

Riley owns a gun; a subcompact automatic that she keeps loaded but with the chamber empty in an empty condom box in the other bedside table. That’s not incriminating; that’s sensible.

The jackpot is in an Uggs box on a shelf in Riley’s lovely walk-in closet. There’s a Macbook and a phone. Stephanie puts her earpiece in.

“Alfred, you there?”

“Are you well, Ms. Brown?”

“Um, quite well,” Stephanie replies, blushing. “I’m going to copy a hard drive and a SIM card. Can you run it through the Computer for clues?”

“I can.”

“How’s Kate?”

“Irked. We’ve concluded that her target knows that she’s under surveillance. She’s not giving anything up.”

“Pity. She was a med student. She probably isn’t an idiot.” Stephanie finishes and puts the box back. She steps out of the closet and gazes at Riley in the bed.

“Any word on Babs?”

“Mr. Fox informs me that she’s doing quite well.”

Should Stephanie slip out?

Or slip back into bed and spend the night?