New story post - Empathy
This fic was inspired by a fic from Rosehiptea, where an escort Cynthia visits a nervous Frank in his apartment. I liked it, so I had her visit a very different original character! ;-D
Title: Empathy
Fandom: This is a slight crossover with SH4
Characters: original character, SH4
Rating: R for sexual situations, and some strong language
Summary: A soldier learns to open herself up in intimate situations, with help from a very unexpected source!
There are mentions of a particular character early on, simply to establish what world this takes place in. This is a very, very slight crossover with SH4, in that it features a character from the game prominently playing a central role, but isn't really connected to the game and has nothing to do with that storyline.This mysterious person shows the protagonist some things she needed to experience, and helps her deal with some personal problems that have plagued her for the past twenty years, nearly all of her life. This was also inspired by Rosehiptea asking about one of my original characters.
The apartment was small and sparse, decently decorated with a modest wallpaper print and some flowery curtains. There was only enough furniture to make it livable; a couch, a recliner, small coffee table. This was a small space to work with, so all were situated near the kitchen, which bordered right on the living room.
Cynthia looked around the room with a critical eye. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all. When she learned about her latest client, she would have thought that someone who had $250,000 in the bank, at least, would have a nicer apartment. And of course, there was her client. Sitting in a large chair was a woman with blonde hair, slim, pale with tan military pants and boots, wearing a tight black tank top.
Cynthia tried to hide her surprise. It wasn’t often she had a woman as a client for her…services.
She had known it was a woman beforehand, of course, but seeing it was a different story.
Kayla wasn’t sure how to react either, when she was first informed of the ‘visitor’ she would be having tonight. This whole situation was uncomfortable, to say the least, and more than a little surreal. Never had she thought she would be able to say her commander had gotten her a whore for her birthday.
She knew why he had done it. He didn’t like when his subordinates’ personal problems interfered with their duties, and Kayla’s frustrations were definitely at that point. She thought about calling him and demanding that he stop the woman from going there, but she knew he wouldn’t listen to her.
And now here they were.
From her chair, the client smiled humorlessly. “Liquid sent you, didn’t he?”
The woman looked confused. “Liquid?” she asked.
Kayla grimaced. “Sorry. I forgot the practice of using codenames is a bit outdated. James, then,” she replied.
Cynthia’s face dawned with recognition. “Ah - James. Yes, he’s one of my best clients.”
Kayla’s brow furrowed thoughtfully. She wouldn’t have thought that Liquid would be interested in that sort of thing, with all the stuff on his mind, but she supposed there was a lot she didn’t know about him. “Hm.”
Cynthia refrained from raising her eyebrow too obviously. She knew James was in the service, but what sort of organization was he involved with, to be referred to by codename? Was he a spy or something? She shook away the thought. Right now she had a client to service.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Kayla asked, gesturing at the wine bottle. “Wine? Soda? Water?”
Cynthia smiled. “Actually, I would prefer if we get down to business,” she said, while taking off her coat, revealing a tight leather bustier with straps down the middle. She sauntered over to her client with a confident, sexy walk.
Kayla knew Cynthia was an escort, but it wasn’t until she saw her outfit that this really hit her. Thigh-high boots, see-through stockings with garter, dark panties that looked so nice between her legs, leather bustier that pushed up her breasts…she was everything Kayla was not. Dark, sexy, and smoldering with sensual appeal. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. She was a trained soldier, and yet this woman was scaring her in the way her sensual nature shone through.
Cynthia slid herself down onto Kayla’s lap and wrapped her arms around her neck. She smiled with those full lips of her, colored dark with blood red lipstick. Kayla breathed a shaky breath. Her heart was hammering by now; the woman’s warm body felt so inviting like this. This close in, she could smell her perfume: a flowery fragrance representative of every trace of femininity Kayla herself lacked.
Cynthia smiled at her charge. “What’s your name, sweetie darling?” she asked. She brushed her nails lightly against the side of her client’s face.
She already knew, of course, but she wanted to hear it from the woman herself. She didn’t often have women client for her services, but she didn’t mind doing this for one, the same as a man. She sometimes found the vagina repulsive on other women, but other times it was alright. This other girl seemed nice, if a little shy. She supposed she was cute enough. And she had to admit, there was something satisfactory about bringing such pleasure to another woman.
The other hesitated. “Kayla,” she answered, her voice trembling under Cynthia’s presence. Not even the mock-worthy nickname could lessen her nervousness. It was taking everything she had not to burst out into trembling uncontrollably.
“Well, Kayla,” Cynthia smiled, fingers brushing a lock of her hair. “It’s your lucky night. Just relax and lie back, and enjoy letting me take care of everything.” The words were clichéd, but she found they helped put clients at ease when they were shier, if she acted like she was gentle and caring about them.
And suddenly she kissed her. Kayla’s eyes widened as she found herself drawn into a kiss, her mouth pressed against Cynthia’s, the other woman’s hard cupping the back of her hair. Cynthia wasted little time tracing the outline of her lips with her tongue, begging to be allowed entry. Kayla timidly opened her mouth, reciprocating the kiss as much as she capable of. Cynthia’s warm tongue slipped inside her mouth, and she had to fight to keep up. It wasn’t that she was going too fast, it was just that, well - Kayla had never kissed anybody this way. And yet, it was strangely satisfying, to know someone was interested in kissing her, even if it was just for the money involved.
It started off well at first. For some reason, she wasn’t getting that sickening feeling she usually did with a man. Cynthia was different, somehow -maybe it was her being a woman, but Kayla had considered trying with other women too, so it wasn’t just that. But suddenly, she felt this unpleasant bile feeling working its way in her insides. Her face felt flushed - she felt nauseous, and it was like she couldn’t breathe. It was like she was burning up from the contact, and she knew she had to break away.
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she tried to explain, feeling slightly out of breath.
“Kayla,” Cynthia said chidingly. She tried again, figuring that the other woman was just nervous. It wasn’t unseen of in clients.
Cynthia tried again to resume things, grasping Kayla’s mouth in a kiss while smothering her in a warm, perfume-tinged hold, but Kayla pushed her off rather strongly. It was too much; she felt like she was being smothered by the skin and warmth of the other woman - she was struggling to catch her breath, and her heart felt like it was racing a thousand miles per hour. She knew Cynthia would most likely be angry for being treated like this, but she was too distracted to worry about that right now. Cynthia drew back, staring at Kayla with a wondering expression and unsure about how to proceed with the situation. “What’s wrong?” Cynthia asked sharply, wording her question in a low, calm voice, though there were the strained tones of annoyance.
“I’m sorry,” Kayla apologized, putting a hand to her chest in order to catch her breath. She hoped Cynthia wasn’t getting annoyed with her. She was a trained soldier, but she wasn’t going to confront the other woman, and if Cynthia chose to slap her for her annoyance, she wasn’t going to fight back. She deserved it for being so childish about this. She just had to help her understand that she couldn’t do this.
“Cynthia, I have to confess something,” Kayla started, already getting the feeling of dread in her stomach. She could only hope this wouldn’t be that bad, and that Cynthia would be more forgiving than some. “I haven’t…had sex with anyone in 25 years, ever since I got my sex education at 14,” Kayla said uncomfortably, stumbling a bit over the detailing of her past. She felt the color rise to her cheeks, looking away in shame.
Cynthia put the pieces together. “And you’re 39 now? Which means…” she asked silently.
Kayla played it straight. “I’ve never had sex.” She decided to put it out there. It was the truth, and there was no getting around it.
“Kayla…”
Cynthia was silent. She was flabbergasted. 25 years without having sex, going back to her early years during her childhood; Cynthia couldn’t go a week without having sex, never mind 25 years. What had happened in those early years? Where did it all stem from? And now she understood the oddity of James’ request this time. He was different from his usual self this time, advising her to be patient with this client. It was definitely justified now, now that she saw what Kayla was like. She wanted to say something, but she had no idea what to say.
“Have you ever sought help with this?” She knew it wasn’t the most sensitive thing to say, but she was at a loss on what to say.
Kayla glared at her shortly. “I’ve tried plenty of help. It’s never worked any good,” she said bitterly.
Cynthia blanched. “So you’ve never…have you even…” she fell short of asking.
“No, nothing! I’ve never even had what people would call oral sex, or playing with each other,” Kayla stated shortly, knowing what Cynthia was getting at. It was difficult for some people to believe that she hadn’t even had that type of foreplay; they thought she was referring to intercourse, but that was how it was.
“It’s hard to believe…” Cynthia commented, missing the offended look that Kayla gave her.
Kayla said nothing.
Cynthia made a decision. She got up and put an arm around Kayla, sitting down behind her while comforting her in the only way she could even begin to.
“Tell me what happened.”
~
And so Kayla detailed the details of her childhood; how she was raised to be a soldier since childhood, before the age where one can even begin to understand the risks. That wasn’t so bad by itself, but what happened next was the deciding factor. Her foster parents had wanted her to focus on her career first before her personal life, so they manipulated her to that end. Her foster mother in particular had taught her about STDs and the dangers of sex like pregnancy, but nothing about the positives of sex, like the love it could inspire in a relationship and the intimacy involved in the act. Thus began the journey of Kayla’s lifelong struggle with sex, and the need to get comfortable with it. It only got worse as Kayla grew to be uncomfortable with human touch and expressing herself openly, from her own anxieties and a combination of her military training and her education at the hands of her guardians. It was her foster mother who was at blame in the situation. She pushed her daughter to be revolted by sex, not realizing the damage that would result later in the future.
“And that’s pretty much how things went from that point on. I’ve tried to change things on my own, but it just hasn’t worked,” Kayla said, sadly finishing her recounting of the story. “I’ve tried seeing psychologists and therapists, but they just don’t understand what I’m going through! They give me exercises to do and tell me to just have sex, but I can’t just have sex!” Kayla ground out in protest, slamming her hands down on the chair. She knew most people would just suggest that she just have sex and get it over with, but they didn’t understand the revulsion that came with other people’s touch, and how hard it was to overcome that.
“So she just told you all this stuff, without even trying to reinforce a positive image of sex for when you were ready for a relationship?” Cynthia asked incredulously. Kayla nodded silently, tears in her eyes, not trusting herself to speak.
“And where is she now?” Cynthia asked, with an edge to her voice. Kayla recognized it as the tone of someone who was going to threaten someone.
“Cynthia, no! You are not going to punch my foster mother. I don’t hate her, but it’s okay: I don’t speak with her anymore, and she plays no role in my life whatsoever,” Kayla pleaded, not wanting Cynthia to trek across the country and beat the living crap out of Dr. Janets. Their relationship was strictly professional now, with them only talking occasionally on professional matters, and that was more than enough for Kayla. Denying her the grandchildren she had always sought, although it was not entirely her choice, was a fitting revenge against a woman who was growing old and bitter.
Cynthia was outraged. The callousness of that woman, to poison a little girl’s mind at such an early age with such a vehement anti-sex message. Never mind that they wanted her to focus on her career, it was possible to have a relationship and a career at the same time, not to mention an education. They filled her head with poison, never once caring about the obvious consequences that would result later on. They left her unable to have a relationship, and dependent on herself to get her pleasure. They saw for years her need to get psychological help and therapy, and the inability of those methods. She was afraid of herself, afraid to let anyone touch her intimately. And then the gall of her to ask her for grandchildren! Cynthia wanted to find that woman and punch her in the face.
“Kayla dear…” Cynthia shook her head in sympathy. “It’s all right. Let it out. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. You just got a bad start, that’s all. It’s not your fault,” Cynthia patted her back in a comforting manner, pulling her slightly close to her. Kayla needed more comforting now than anyone else could offer, that much was clear. She was afraid to leave her alone, to be honest.
Cynthia stood up and went over to her bag. Cynthia took her phone out from her bag, and begun to enter something into it. “What are you doing?” Kayla asked, curious what the other woman was doing.
“I’m taking you off the clock,” Cynthia smiled, putting away her phone. Now that her employer was taken care of, she could really concentrate on spending a fair amount of time with this intriguing lady. “I’m going to help you with this. You don’t have to worry about paying me anything extra.” She wouldn’t normally do this, but this wasn’t a normal occasion. Kayla was sweet and kind, and she desperately needed her help.
Kayla looked concerned. “Won’t you get in trouble with your employer?” she asked.
Cynthia shrugged it off. “Nah, it’s okay. He understands,” Cynthia said. Actually, it was “They”, including some women, but the chain of command at an escort agency was not something she wanted to get into, and that Kayla would understand.
“What can you do?” Kayla was skeptical.
Cynthia smiled. “Just you wait and see,” she said confidently. She placed a finger on Kayla’s bottom lip, like an instructor teasingly silencing a child. She moved behind her into the chair, wrapping her arms around Kayla’s shoulders. “I’m going to teach you to be comfortable with your own body.”
“E-Excuse me, what?” Kayla thought she heard that wrong. “Wh-What are you going to do?” Kayla was in a bit of a panicked mode. She didn’t know if she was ready for Cynthia messing around with her body. Even if it wasn’t as intense of an experience as full blown sex.
Cynthia smiled at her pupil. “Just relax and don’t panic,” she said, as she took charge. Cynthia pulled Kayla out of the seat gently, pulling her back into a larger chair behind them, quite comfortable for what they required. Cynthia sat in the chair in a comfortable position, and spread herself out to allow another person room. Kayla sat between her legs, and she resisted the urge to leap out of the chair and get away. Being this close to someone was not something she was usually familiar with.
Cynthia comforted her. “Don’t be afraid. Cynthia’s not going to let anything happen to you,” she said in a playful tone, but with a bit of seriousness behind it. It was just sad to see a person who could kill her in one minute or less so terrified of sexual contact. “We’ll take it slowly, just a few touches at first. Nothing too significant or complex,” Cynthia said to her, reassuring her that she wouldn’t push her too far. Not yet. That was for later. She needed to make this woman understand that there was nothing to fear in intimate contact. It was a joy of life, and it should be celebrated.
Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her grasp. She was a bit annoyed at Cynthia talking to her like a child, though she knew she had really brought it on herself by being so naïve. Although, here was a person who was willing to help her. She owed it to herself to at least try.
Cynthia pulled her into a gentle kiss, tilting her head upwards. She brushed her lips gently against Kayla’s, letting her get used to the sensation of being touched this way. No tongue, nothing passionate yet; just a simple bout of kissing. Kayla appreciated the gesture. Cynthia broke off the kiss after a few moments, giving Kayla room to breathe. Cynthia began running her fingers over Kayla’s body, gently stimulating the bare skin of her shoulders and neck.
She maintained her gentle touch throughout the proceeding, never wavering from her delicate playing with Kayla’s skin with her slender fingers. Hmm, this isn’t bad, Kayla thought. Her heartbeat was steady and she didn’t feel heated, and she didn’t feel like throwing up from the contact anytime soon. Cynthia turned her light teasing into something slightly deeper, lightly massaging her skin with those incredibly silky fingers. She had incredibly skilled hands, Kayla was learning very quickly. Cynthia smiled at her charge, and decided to ask her an all important question. “I want to ask you something. Do you touch yourself?” she asked her blatantly, giving Kayla a pointed look of askance and curious, knowing eyes. She wanted that question answered, regardless of Kayla’s embarrassment.
Kayla was taken aback. She looked up briefly to see Cynthia still waiting for an answer. She looked back down, unable to maintain eye contact with the woman while answering this question. “Yes,” she answered hesitantly, feeling a bit ashamed of herself at the moment.
Cynthia smiled briefly, nodding approvingly to the woman’s answer. “Good. I want you to do it in front of me,” she said. Kayla balked at her statement, but Cynthia was undeterred. Cynthia smiled at her, looking at her with a knowing look. “Your problem is that you’re afraid to have people see you in a sexual way. You’re fine with someone hugging you or kissing you, if it’s non-sexual. But the moment it turns intimate, you become afraid of what is going on. You need to become comfortable with your own body, and having people seeing you in an intimate, sexual way. It’s the only way you’re ever going to get through this obstacle. Otherwise, you’re never going to get through this hump,” Cynthia said, with what she thought was a fair assessment of the situation. “Having people touch you, seeing yourself in sexual situations without being ashamed in front of other people; these are what you have to learn. You’re ashamed of your body, and you really shouldn’t be,” she said, with wisdom beyond her years. She knew what she was asking of Kayla was odd, but she also thought that it was crucial to Kayla’s development.
Kayla was unsure of what this woman was asking her to do, to say the least. But it seemed like she had little choice; Cynthia was not going to give up until she had done what she wanted. “Okay,” she said, still uncertain but agreeing with the woman’s request. She unzipped her pants carefully, stalling this as much as possible. She pulled down her pants slowly, blushing a bit as she exposed her blue panties to Cynthia’s eyes. She gradually pulled down her underwear, past her blonde pubic hair that was nestled between her thighs. She hesitated a bit, a fact which did not go unnoticed to Cynthia. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” she assured her, hoping Kayla didn’t crack under the uncomfortable mood. Reassured briefly, Kayla pulled the underwear the full way further down her legs. She licked her fingers and then brought them down to below her waist, and she began to rub the top of her clit. She started off slowly, since she needed to warm up to this, barely moving the delicate area; just enough to get her going. She couldn’t touch it directly, having no lubrication, and coming from a mood where she was almost about to get nauseous or faint wasn’t exactly encouraging for her sensual side. She was uncertain what Cynthia was going to accomplish with this, but if Cynthia wanted her to masturbate, then she was going to do that. Cynthia looked satisfied as she watched her charge perform exactly the actions she requested.
She began to stimulate Kayla’s skin, massaging her bare shoulders lightly; she was learning that it was best not to give Kayla too strong touches: she wasn’t ready for that yet. It was best to be easing her into this. Kayla was rubbing herself as Cynthia ran her fingertips over her, kneading her sensitive shoulders. Still uncomfortable, but she was getting there. “That’s it, rub that clit,” Cynthia said, talking a bit crude to her. There was a bit of teasing, but she found that most of her clients loved her giving them a little encouragement.
Kayla looked up at her. “Can you please not talk dirty to me?” It’s distracting,” she requested. Cynthia was caught off-guard. “Okay, I’ll be quiet!” Cynthia threw her hands up in the air, looking a bit amused with a smirk at Kayla, who looked a bit peeved. Okay, so that was too much, too soon. No dirty talk. She was surprised her client didn’t appreciate it, but some people just wanted to focus on the task at hand. She went back to massaging Kayla’s shoulders, teasing her fingertips over other areas when she got the opportunity, sliding them under her arms and on the sides of them. She really loved touching this woman. She had only known her for a short time, but she could really see herself growing to love servicing her.
She enjoyed simply stroking Kayla’s shoulders, running her fingers over her smooth skin as she held her. They stayed that way for a while, curled up on the chair as Cynthia stimulated her client. Kayla tolerated it for a while, but eventually she began to feel tired. She wasn’t used to this. “This is stupid,” she protested, crying out against the show Cynthia was having her put on. She was getting tired, and her hand was cramping up; she wasn’t used to doing this in this position. What was the point of all this? She still felt no closer to achieving her goal of being comfortable with her sexuality than when she started at the beginning of this.
“I’m making you comfortable with your own body,” Cynthia replied, not letting up her massaging of Kayla’s shoulders, and caressing her bare skin. “You need to let other people see you in a sexual way,” she said, remembering her earlier point that she had made for Kayla. She sounded a little smug, too comfortable for Kayla’s liking. But she was also asking Kayla to trust her.
Kayla was going to argue, but then she realized that in all of the time they had been doing this for the past 20 minutes, she hadn’t felt like she wanted to pass out, or overheated, or sick even once. She thought about their interactions with a bit of intimacy, and although she felt a little uncomfortable with what they were doing, that was all. Perhaps Cynthia had a point. But, it was a long stretch from feeling comfortable with being held and kissed by someone to being comfortable having sex.
Kayla shuddered as one particularly strong caress got to her. She was really getting worked up over this. If she kept touching herself like she was, without regard to Cynthia’s presence, she was going to come. The thought of letting go like that in front of this woman…was intimidating, to say the least. She was a mess when she came, like any common person, and the thought of having anyone else see all those noises and moaning and breaking out into spasms, was scary. But Cynthia said to trust her, and so she was going to trust her. She just had to put it out of her mind and do what felt natural.
Cynthia kept massaging her, giving touches of encouragement with her slender, delicate fingers. Kayla continued to rub her sensitive areas, focusing only on the task at hand. It didn’t matter that she was being held by a strange woman she barely knew, her fingers felt so good against her clit; she had long since passed the point where it was too sensitive for her to touch it directly. She sped up the speed at which she was rubbing herself, making her hand a blur over her lap as she stimulated the area vigorously. She moaned softly, letting a quiet series of noises escape her lips as she stimulated herself, giving herself over to the pleasure without shame. Cynthia looked on, smiling in approval. Suddenly, something changed, and she felt the pleasure building. She couldn’t stop, and she had no real desire to, letting the pleasure take her unhesitant. She rubbed her private area furiously, moaning and gasping audibly in Cynthia’s grasp, until Kayla exploded in orgasm. Her body bucked and trembled in Cynthia’s grasp as the resolution washed over her. The fluid gushed from her opening in response to her rubbing her clit, and she was embarrassed, knowing Cynthia had seen that, but she was too into it to stop. Finally, she stilled, as she let her body rest as she reached the afterglow. Cynthia held her lightly, maintaining her arms around her as Kayla rested quietly in the chair. She withdrew her fingers from her groin, letting them fall limply on her thigh.
They rested for a while, with Cynthia having her arms wrapped around Kayla as they sat there on the chair. Kayla’s chest rose and fell peacefully beneath the layer of sweat, as she rested from her ordeal in Cynthia’s arms. Kayla couldn’t believe she had just done that! She had come in front of other people before, but never under these circumstances, and as she got older over the next eight years she grew more uncomfortable with touch and herself. It was like the reverse - the older she became, the worse she got, until she ended up where she was. But this was a whole other experience she had never had before. She let the better woman keep her lying there, until Cynthia finally spoke up.
“That was beautiful,” Cynthia said simply, being entirely truthful with her assessment. She always loved seeing women orgasm, and it was the pinnacle of an erotic experience that one could have. She was smirking slightly with her full lips, but it was the smile of someone who had seen a student of theirs do something that was important to do, and she was proud of them. She smirked even deeper, knowing the next part would really get Kayla going. “Do it again,” she said.
Kayla’s eyes went wide. What? She had just finished working herself over a few minutes ago, and she was feeling exhausted. How was she going to have the energy to do this again, after all she had done? Not to mention, she was feeling sweaty and dirty, sitting here like this. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of getting dirtier, and sweatier, as the night went on. She looked up at Cynthia, as if asking her silently if she really had to do this. “Wha-I…ugh…” she stuttered, unsure of what to say. Cynthia was all business.
“This time we’ll do it different. I’m going to touch you more, in some intimate places,” Cynthia said, offering her a reassuring look. “If you feel uncomfortable at any time, tell me to stop and I will. But we’ll pick it up soon afterwards. We’ve got too much work ahead of us to lose any more time, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with yourself after I leave here tonight. I want to make sure, okay?” Cynthia said, making sure Kayla understood every bit of what she was saying. She was going to do things that would make her uncomfortable, but it was all for the greater good. Kayla needed to get over her hang-ups, now.
Sigh. “Okay,” Kayla exhaled a deep breath. This wasn’t all that comfortable for her, but it looked like Cynthia wasn’t going to let this go. She had no choice. It wasn’t that Cynthia was forcing herself on her, Kayla needed to get over her hang-ups. She knew that. She knew that, and it was long overdue. She rubbed some of the moisture from her orgasm over her clit, and began to rub herself once again. Kayla sighed as she was stimulating herself again, feeling tired and sweaty from her previous activities. Cynthia began to massage her once again, and she quickly picked up the rhythm she had abandoned before, this time touching the skin under her arms and running her hands along her sides. She touched her sensual fingertips to Kayla’s body, using every trick she knew of to get her sensitive skin and form to respond. Kayla sighed, as she received all the sensations that Cynthia was providing her, making her shudder in response. She reached up to cup her breast, feeling herself through her shirt, before returning her hand to her lap. Cynthia looked on in approval. She couldn’t help it; she was embarrassed, but she had to reach out and touch that area. Cynthia reached out to her and changed the course of their activities. “I’m going to touch you down here, over your breasts. I’m going to pull these down, and I want you to stay calm,” Cynthia said, speaking in reassuring tones while she hooked her fingers under the straps of Kayla’s shirt.
There was panic. “Ah…” Kayla stumbled, suddenly shaking subtly in Cynthia’s grasp, as she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and if Cynthia was going to pull down her shirt, that meant she would expose her breasts to Cynthia. She wasn’t ready for that. But Cynthia left her no choice.
Cynthia slowly pulled down the thick straps of her shirt, working them past her ribcage, until they were finally below her chest. Kayla gasped in a sharp breath as she was exposed for the first time, sitting naked from the top in the open air.
She was rather uncomfortable sitting here like this, to be honest, but she knew she had to trust Cynthia. She resisted the temptation to cover up, knowing it would do more harm than good. She had to trust her. That was what she repeated to herself. She had to trust her.
Cynthia began to caress her form, moving them slowly over her breasts. She cupped the full mounds slowly, gliding her thumbs along her nipples, as she softly moved them fully into her hands. She teased the nipples with her fingers, exploring all their contours, making Kayla sigh softly from the stimulations. She shuddered a little, as she did that. “You’re beautiful, Kayla,” Cynthia said, fully enamored with this wonderful woman she was playing with. She watched as Kayla shuddered lightly from the stimulations she was receiving, remaining calm for the most part despite the stimulations she was receiving; she had strong self-control.
Kayla looked down. “You’re nice to say that,” she said, head turned away in embarrassment at Cynthia’s compliments on her bare body. She was feeling the heat rushing to her face, almost blushing in response to Cynthia’s remark; she felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. What did she say to something like that?
“I don’t know why you don’t think you’re beautiful, but you are,” Cynthia said, in response to Kayla’s doubt. The breasts were a smooth pale white with baby soft skin, and were capped with rosy pink nipples that stood out proudly from her chest. They were one of the most beautiful pairs of breasts Cynthia had ever seen, and her mouth was watering at the prospect of touching her hands all over those beautiful globes. The fact that Kayla couldn’t see it was astounding. But, she had to go slowly for Kayla’s sake. Too much would just screw it up, and she didn’t want that. She had to be careful.
Cynthia again wanted to clench her fist in rage. How dare they do that to this woman! She was a beautiful woman, and they completely took away her confidence in herself and her ability to have a relationship. She wanted to punch all of them in the face, especially that so-called mother. She often had friends ask her why she chose this career for herself, rather than go and find herself a nice job office job somewhere. The truth was that Cynthia had learned long ago that most of what society taught about sex was garbage, spread by people who wanted to control others through their personal lives. As long as it was consensual, it was better to just do what feels good for you. And that was why when certain clients who wanted a good experience came across her path, she didn’t hesitate to throw them a thrill. She was doing no wrong, and these persons required her expertise. In this case, here was a client who definitely needed more than she could give in one session.
She cupped Kayla’s breasts, and began to run her thumbs alongside the nipples. She reached down with very little hesitating, treating it as a matter-of-fact thing that she was touching her breasts. Being careful didn’t mean going at a glacier’s pace. She began to move her hands all over her breasts gently, caressing them fully and rubbing her thumbs over the nipples. She teased at the nipples with her fingers, pulling them lightly and feeling all of the textures with her fingertips. Her touch was almost light as a feather, but definitely stimulating for the woman underneath. She went back to running her thumbs over them lightly, enjoying the feeling of stimulating Kayla’s nipples while holding her breasts fully in her hands. Kayla gasped at the woman playing with her breasts, while she rubbed herself with abandon below her waist. Oh God, it felt so good! The stimulation was sending tiny rivulets of electricity through her entire body, making Cynthia shudder and shake uncontrollably in Cynthia’s grasp. She was going to come if Cynthia kept doing this, the pleasure of what she was doing overcoming her little by little as the beautiful woman ran her hands over her breasts. Cynthia pulled back, and she began putting into effect another part of her idea for tonight, one that would definitely please Kayla. Kayla looked at her in askance.
“I’m going to take my top off now, Kayla. You can do anything you want after that,” Cynthia said, shocking Kayla into an open-mouthed expression. She began to unlace her bustier little by little, until she had loosened enough of them. And then she pulled the bustier down, exposing an absolutely perfect pair of breasts.
Kayla’s mouth was watering as she stared at Cynthia’s breasts. Cynthia had a gorgeous pair of breasts, full and with that rich smooth skin as the rest of her Spanish self. Her nipples were sticking out from her chest in arousal, darker toned in color than Kayla’s and fully engorged from her excitement. Kayla wanted so badly to touch and taste the creamy skin and hard little peaks, though she retained her reluctance to be too forward. Cynthia saw what she needed, and she politely granted her request, regarding anything that would bring Kayla out of her shell as being a helpful thing.
“You can take them into your mouth if you want. Don’t be afraid,” Cynthia said, directing a smile at her charge. Kayla looked at her incredulously, like it was a shock that she would even be allowed the privilege of tasting a beautiful woman like this. She sat next to Kayla on the chair, positioning herself in a way that would put her closer to Kayla without distracting her from her task. Kayla stared at Cynthia’s breast, timidly moving closer to her, a little bit at a time, until she finally took the gorgeous flesh into her mouth.
She closed her lips around the mound and began to suck at the flesh. Cynthia shivered in pleasure as Kayla worked her delicious mouth all over her right breast, sighing from the rivulets of thrilling pleasure she was receiving. God, she was good; she didn’t know it yet, but she was a natural. Cynthia felt her panties getting wet, a shock really. After she was finished here, she was going to have to go home and have a date with a dildo, because she was going to have a lot of tension to relieve. “That’s it. Taste me. Don’t stop playing with yourself,” Cynthia said to her sultrily, giving her a few words of encouragement. It wouldn’t hurt to assure Kayla that she was doing a good job.
Kayla moaned and sighed in pleasure as she continued sucking on Cynthia’s breast. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, sucking on another woman’s breast. Cynthia had such gorgeous breasts, she just wanted to put her hands all over them, but she was also heeding Cynthia’s request to pleasure herself. She was a boob girl, she admitted it. Now that she had seen Cynthia’s breasts, a part of her wondered what she had under her panties. Her hands were still in her lap, playing with the body parts there. She was going to come soon if she kept doing this. The image of eating out Cynthia’s pussy, making her writhe under her assault was driving her wild as it flashed in her mind. Cynthia’s hands felt so good on her breasts, caressing her so incredibly like she knew everything that pleased her. Kayla moaned audibly as she sighed and cried out in overwhelming pleasure, as she sped up the motions with which she pleasured herself. She continued sucking on Cynthia’s engorged nipple, savoring the taste of it and sliding her tongue all over it, causing Cynthia herself to moan in pleasure. She moaned into Cynthia’s flesh, using the gorgeous mound of flesh to conceal her overly loud cries of passion. She couldn’t help it; she was receiving more pleasure in five minutes than she had in a lifetime. She pulled away from Cynthia, as the pleasure became too overwhelming for her to bear. Kayla moaned loudly in pleasure, giving voice to her pleasure as it overwhelmed her bit by bit. She sped up the pace at which she was fingering herself, vigorously rubbing her pussy as she sunk her fingers inside herself. She felt herself begin to tense as a conclusion neared, and she leaned back into Cynthia’s grasp in preparation. The pleasure rose from the depths of her core, bubbling up to the surface like an oncoming relentless wave until Kayla finally exploded in orgasm. She cried out loudly in fabulous pleasure as she spasmed violently in Cynthia’s grasp, unable to control her body as she shook from the pleasure. The juices burst from her sex, but she wasn’t ashamed to have Cynthia see it, now that Cynthia had seen everything she did with herself. She continued stroking herself until her clit was too sensitive to touch, overwhelmed by the impact of two orgasms, one after another. She gave her pussy one final rub, before settling down from her high. Kayla sat back in her chair, letting her hands fall numbly in her lap. She was exhausted, absolutely drained of energy beyond belief now. She couldn’t move now, laying numbly in her position in her pants and tank top. She had ruined her panties, probably, or her chair, soaking them in her juices. She was tired beyond dead on her feet, and she hoped that Cynthia didn’t have the idea to ask her to do something else, because she really wouldn’t be able to do it. She couldn’t even reach up to cover her breasts, awkward as it was to have them exposed like that.
Cynthia looked at Kayla. She looked beautiful like that, lying there glistening from being covered in sweat, with her skin a rosy tint and a slightly glazed look on her face. Her pussy was glistening with her juices. She had seen her juices gush, and it was one of the hottest things she had seen. Cynthia reached down to taste Kayla’s pussy, inserting a finger into her pussy. Normally, Cynthia would never lower herself to tasting a client’s fluid, for obvious normal reasons, but she had a very strong feeling that Kayla was telling the truth, and it was perfectly safe to do so. Hmm. She licked her lips a little in appreciation. She was tasty.
She considered having Kayla do something for her, but Kayla was entirely wiped out from their activities to be of any use to her, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. She would have to deal with this herself. The best thing for Kayla right now was to leave her alone and let her recover from her experience.
Cynthia stood up and pushed her cleavage back into her bustier, and began lacing it up again. “I have to get going,” she said. She picked up her coat and began heading to the door. “I’ll let myself out,” she said, not bothering with having Kayla lock the door. The visit was already paid for, so she didn’t need to bother with that. Kayla waved her away idly from her seat in the chair; she was still recovering from her experience. She was going to call Kayla again, of course, but she had really overstayed her time here. She was almost to the door, when she heard a shy voice behind her.
“Cynthia?”
Cynthia turned back.
“Can you…stay with me in bed, until I fall asleep?” Kayla asked timidly, with an absolutely shy, uncertain, but pleading expression on her beautiful face.
Silence.
“Of course, I’ll stay with you, darling,” Cynthia smiled at her. She would do anything for this woman. She was already over her time that she should have stayed here, but her boss could wait for his report.
Kayla headed for the bed and Cynthia trailed behind her. They arrived at a room that was rather underwhelming, considering the resident of the apartment. The room was sparsely furnished, with light, calming colors embodied in the walls, rug and curtains. This certainly didn’t look like how a woman would decorate her apartment, Cynthia thought. There was no feminine touch to it. It was clean, simple and utilitarian. There was a nice bed, though. The queen sized bed was a good size, with some nice linens and pillows in satin cases laid out on it, and a comforter laid out over the top. It looked fluffy. That was the most positive thing in the room that Cynthia could say about it. Next to the oak dresser, of course. Kayla laid out on the bed, tiredly sprawling out on its mass. She had discreetly tucked her breasts back into her shirt, and was now wearing her clothes the same way as when Cynthia first saw her. She curled up lazily on the mattress, looking rather cute like a young girl, in Cynthia’s opinion. She shifted her position to pull out the comforter from under her, settling under its comforting warmth.
Cynthia smiled as she climbed into the bed, settling down patiently next to Kayla.
Kayla snuggled up to her, easily resting her head against Cynthia’s chest as she reclined in relaxation. Cynthia gladly held her, wrapping her arms around her as she allowed Kayla this one simple comfort that was sorely lacking in her life.
~
Cynthia emerged out of the bedroom fully dressed, straightening out the front of her clothes. She had stayed with Kayla until she fell asleep, just as she promised. There were plenty of security cameras in the apartment, so Kayla didn’t need to worry about her safety while she was asleep. Cynthia wouldn’t be stealing anything from her though, or doing anything like that. She didn’t have a death wish.
Cynthia looked back at the apartment. The place could use a woman’s touch. She would definitely be coming back to visit a second time. In this unexpected shabby apartment she had found a woman who intrigued her and touched her in a way that Cynthia couldn’t have imagined. She needed her help, and Cynthia would be all too happily obliged to give it to her.
She had other things to do tonight, though.
She looked back one last time at the apartment, taking in all the minute details. Then, she went through the entrance, locking the door as she had promised Kayla.
The thoughts of contemplation were with her as she left the apartment building. Tonight had been a pleasant surprise indeed.
Title: Empathy
Fandom: This is a slight crossover with SH4
Characters: original character, SH4
Rating: R for sexual situations, and some strong language
Summary: A soldier learns to open herself up in intimate situations, with help from a very unexpected source!
There are mentions of a particular character early on, simply to establish what world this takes place in. This is a very, very slight crossover with SH4, in that it features a character from the game prominently playing a central role, but isn't really connected to the game and has nothing to do with that storyline.This mysterious person shows the protagonist some things she needed to experience, and helps her deal with some personal problems that have plagued her for the past twenty years, nearly all of her life. This was also inspired by Rosehiptea asking about one of my original characters.
The apartment was small and sparse, decently decorated with a modest wallpaper print and some flowery curtains. There was only enough furniture to make it livable; a couch, a recliner, small coffee table. This was a small space to work with, so all were situated near the kitchen, which bordered right on the living room.
Cynthia looked around the room with a critical eye. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all. When she learned about her latest client, she would have thought that someone who had $250,000 in the bank, at least, would have a nicer apartment. And of course, there was her client. Sitting in a large chair was a woman with blonde hair, slim, pale with tan military pants and boots, wearing a tight black tank top.
Cynthia tried to hide her surprise. It wasn’t often she had a woman as a client for her…services.
She had known it was a woman beforehand, of course, but seeing it was a different story.
Kayla wasn’t sure how to react either, when she was first informed of the ‘visitor’ she would be having tonight. This whole situation was uncomfortable, to say the least, and more than a little surreal. Never had she thought she would be able to say her commander had gotten her a whore for her birthday.
She knew why he had done it. He didn’t like when his subordinates’ personal problems interfered with their duties, and Kayla’s frustrations were definitely at that point. She thought about calling him and demanding that he stop the woman from going there, but she knew he wouldn’t listen to her.
And now here they were.
From her chair, the client smiled humorlessly. “Liquid sent you, didn’t he?”
The woman looked confused. “Liquid?” she asked.
Kayla grimaced. “Sorry. I forgot the practice of using codenames is a bit outdated. James, then,” she replied.
Cynthia’s face dawned with recognition. “Ah - James. Yes, he’s one of my best clients.”
Kayla’s brow furrowed thoughtfully. She wouldn’t have thought that Liquid would be interested in that sort of thing, with all the stuff on his mind, but she supposed there was a lot she didn’t know about him. “Hm.”
Cynthia refrained from raising her eyebrow too obviously. She knew James was in the service, but what sort of organization was he involved with, to be referred to by codename? Was he a spy or something? She shook away the thought. Right now she had a client to service.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Kayla asked, gesturing at the wine bottle. “Wine? Soda? Water?”
Cynthia smiled. “Actually, I would prefer if we get down to business,” she said, while taking off her coat, revealing a tight leather bustier with straps down the middle. She sauntered over to her client with a confident, sexy walk.
Kayla knew Cynthia was an escort, but it wasn’t until she saw her outfit that this really hit her. Thigh-high boots, see-through stockings with garter, dark panties that looked so nice between her legs, leather bustier that pushed up her breasts…she was everything Kayla was not. Dark, sexy, and smoldering with sensual appeal. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. She was a trained soldier, and yet this woman was scaring her in the way her sensual nature shone through.
Cynthia slid herself down onto Kayla’s lap and wrapped her arms around her neck. She smiled with those full lips of her, colored dark with blood red lipstick. Kayla breathed a shaky breath. Her heart was hammering by now; the woman’s warm body felt so inviting like this. This close in, she could smell her perfume: a flowery fragrance representative of every trace of femininity Kayla herself lacked.
Cynthia smiled at her charge. “What’s your name, sweetie darling?” she asked. She brushed her nails lightly against the side of her client’s face.
She already knew, of course, but she wanted to hear it from the woman herself. She didn’t often have women client for her services, but she didn’t mind doing this for one, the same as a man. She sometimes found the vagina repulsive on other women, but other times it was alright. This other girl seemed nice, if a little shy. She supposed she was cute enough. And she had to admit, there was something satisfactory about bringing such pleasure to another woman.
The other hesitated. “Kayla,” she answered, her voice trembling under Cynthia’s presence. Not even the mock-worthy nickname could lessen her nervousness. It was taking everything she had not to burst out into trembling uncontrollably.
“Well, Kayla,” Cynthia smiled, fingers brushing a lock of her hair. “It’s your lucky night. Just relax and lie back, and enjoy letting me take care of everything.” The words were clichéd, but she found they helped put clients at ease when they were shier, if she acted like she was gentle and caring about them.
And suddenly she kissed her. Kayla’s eyes widened as she found herself drawn into a kiss, her mouth pressed against Cynthia’s, the other woman’s hard cupping the back of her hair. Cynthia wasted little time tracing the outline of her lips with her tongue, begging to be allowed entry. Kayla timidly opened her mouth, reciprocating the kiss as much as she capable of. Cynthia’s warm tongue slipped inside her mouth, and she had to fight to keep up. It wasn’t that she was going too fast, it was just that, well - Kayla had never kissed anybody this way. And yet, it was strangely satisfying, to know someone was interested in kissing her, even if it was just for the money involved.
It started off well at first. For some reason, she wasn’t getting that sickening feeling she usually did with a man. Cynthia was different, somehow -maybe it was her being a woman, but Kayla had considered trying with other women too, so it wasn’t just that. But suddenly, she felt this unpleasant bile feeling working its way in her insides. Her face felt flushed - she felt nauseous, and it was like she couldn’t breathe. It was like she was burning up from the contact, and she knew she had to break away.
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she tried to explain, feeling slightly out of breath.
“Kayla,” Cynthia said chidingly. She tried again, figuring that the other woman was just nervous. It wasn’t unseen of in clients.
Cynthia tried again to resume things, grasping Kayla’s mouth in a kiss while smothering her in a warm, perfume-tinged hold, but Kayla pushed her off rather strongly. It was too much; she felt like she was being smothered by the skin and warmth of the other woman - she was struggling to catch her breath, and her heart felt like it was racing a thousand miles per hour. She knew Cynthia would most likely be angry for being treated like this, but she was too distracted to worry about that right now. Cynthia drew back, staring at Kayla with a wondering expression and unsure about how to proceed with the situation. “What’s wrong?” Cynthia asked sharply, wording her question in a low, calm voice, though there were the strained tones of annoyance.
“I’m sorry,” Kayla apologized, putting a hand to her chest in order to catch her breath. She hoped Cynthia wasn’t getting annoyed with her. She was a trained soldier, but she wasn’t going to confront the other woman, and if Cynthia chose to slap her for her annoyance, she wasn’t going to fight back. She deserved it for being so childish about this. She just had to help her understand that she couldn’t do this.
“Cynthia, I have to confess something,” Kayla started, already getting the feeling of dread in her stomach. She could only hope this wouldn’t be that bad, and that Cynthia would be more forgiving than some. “I haven’t…had sex with anyone in 25 years, ever since I got my sex education at 14,” Kayla said uncomfortably, stumbling a bit over the detailing of her past. She felt the color rise to her cheeks, looking away in shame.
Cynthia put the pieces together. “And you’re 39 now? Which means…” she asked silently.
Kayla played it straight. “I’ve never had sex.” She decided to put it out there. It was the truth, and there was no getting around it.
“Kayla…”
Cynthia was silent. She was flabbergasted. 25 years without having sex, going back to her early years during her childhood; Cynthia couldn’t go a week without having sex, never mind 25 years. What had happened in those early years? Where did it all stem from? And now she understood the oddity of James’ request this time. He was different from his usual self this time, advising her to be patient with this client. It was definitely justified now, now that she saw what Kayla was like. She wanted to say something, but she had no idea what to say.
“Have you ever sought help with this?” She knew it wasn’t the most sensitive thing to say, but she was at a loss on what to say.
Kayla glared at her shortly. “I’ve tried plenty of help. It’s never worked any good,” she said bitterly.
Cynthia blanched. “So you’ve never…have you even…” she fell short of asking.
“No, nothing! I’ve never even had what people would call oral sex, or playing with each other,” Kayla stated shortly, knowing what Cynthia was getting at. It was difficult for some people to believe that she hadn’t even had that type of foreplay; they thought she was referring to intercourse, but that was how it was.
“It’s hard to believe…” Cynthia commented, missing the offended look that Kayla gave her.
Kayla said nothing.
Cynthia made a decision. She got up and put an arm around Kayla, sitting down behind her while comforting her in the only way she could even begin to.
“Tell me what happened.”
~
And so Kayla detailed the details of her childhood; how she was raised to be a soldier since childhood, before the age where one can even begin to understand the risks. That wasn’t so bad by itself, but what happened next was the deciding factor. Her foster parents had wanted her to focus on her career first before her personal life, so they manipulated her to that end. Her foster mother in particular had taught her about STDs and the dangers of sex like pregnancy, but nothing about the positives of sex, like the love it could inspire in a relationship and the intimacy involved in the act. Thus began the journey of Kayla’s lifelong struggle with sex, and the need to get comfortable with it. It only got worse as Kayla grew to be uncomfortable with human touch and expressing herself openly, from her own anxieties and a combination of her military training and her education at the hands of her guardians. It was her foster mother who was at blame in the situation. She pushed her daughter to be revolted by sex, not realizing the damage that would result later in the future.
“And that’s pretty much how things went from that point on. I’ve tried to change things on my own, but it just hasn’t worked,” Kayla said, sadly finishing her recounting of the story. “I’ve tried seeing psychologists and therapists, but they just don’t understand what I’m going through! They give me exercises to do and tell me to just have sex, but I can’t just have sex!” Kayla ground out in protest, slamming her hands down on the chair. She knew most people would just suggest that she just have sex and get it over with, but they didn’t understand the revulsion that came with other people’s touch, and how hard it was to overcome that.
“So she just told you all this stuff, without even trying to reinforce a positive image of sex for when you were ready for a relationship?” Cynthia asked incredulously. Kayla nodded silently, tears in her eyes, not trusting herself to speak.
“And where is she now?” Cynthia asked, with an edge to her voice. Kayla recognized it as the tone of someone who was going to threaten someone.
“Cynthia, no! You are not going to punch my foster mother. I don’t hate her, but it’s okay: I don’t speak with her anymore, and she plays no role in my life whatsoever,” Kayla pleaded, not wanting Cynthia to trek across the country and beat the living crap out of Dr. Janets. Their relationship was strictly professional now, with them only talking occasionally on professional matters, and that was more than enough for Kayla. Denying her the grandchildren she had always sought, although it was not entirely her choice, was a fitting revenge against a woman who was growing old and bitter.
Cynthia was outraged. The callousness of that woman, to poison a little girl’s mind at such an early age with such a vehement anti-sex message. Never mind that they wanted her to focus on her career, it was possible to have a relationship and a career at the same time, not to mention an education. They filled her head with poison, never once caring about the obvious consequences that would result later on. They left her unable to have a relationship, and dependent on herself to get her pleasure. They saw for years her need to get psychological help and therapy, and the inability of those methods. She was afraid of herself, afraid to let anyone touch her intimately. And then the gall of her to ask her for grandchildren! Cynthia wanted to find that woman and punch her in the face.
“Kayla dear…” Cynthia shook her head in sympathy. “It’s all right. Let it out. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. You just got a bad start, that’s all. It’s not your fault,” Cynthia patted her back in a comforting manner, pulling her slightly close to her. Kayla needed more comforting now than anyone else could offer, that much was clear. She was afraid to leave her alone, to be honest.
Cynthia stood up and went over to her bag. Cynthia took her phone out from her bag, and begun to enter something into it. “What are you doing?” Kayla asked, curious what the other woman was doing.
“I’m taking you off the clock,” Cynthia smiled, putting away her phone. Now that her employer was taken care of, she could really concentrate on spending a fair amount of time with this intriguing lady. “I’m going to help you with this. You don’t have to worry about paying me anything extra.” She wouldn’t normally do this, but this wasn’t a normal occasion. Kayla was sweet and kind, and she desperately needed her help.
Kayla looked concerned. “Won’t you get in trouble with your employer?” she asked.
Cynthia shrugged it off. “Nah, it’s okay. He understands,” Cynthia said. Actually, it was “They”, including some women, but the chain of command at an escort agency was not something she wanted to get into, and that Kayla would understand.
“What can you do?” Kayla was skeptical.
Cynthia smiled. “Just you wait and see,” she said confidently. She placed a finger on Kayla’s bottom lip, like an instructor teasingly silencing a child. She moved behind her into the chair, wrapping her arms around Kayla’s shoulders. “I’m going to teach you to be comfortable with your own body.”
“E-Excuse me, what?” Kayla thought she heard that wrong. “Wh-What are you going to do?” Kayla was in a bit of a panicked mode. She didn’t know if she was ready for Cynthia messing around with her body. Even if it wasn’t as intense of an experience as full blown sex.
Cynthia smiled at her pupil. “Just relax and don’t panic,” she said, as she took charge. Cynthia pulled Kayla out of the seat gently, pulling her back into a larger chair behind them, quite comfortable for what they required. Cynthia sat in the chair in a comfortable position, and spread herself out to allow another person room. Kayla sat between her legs, and she resisted the urge to leap out of the chair and get away. Being this close to someone was not something she was usually familiar with.
Cynthia comforted her. “Don’t be afraid. Cynthia’s not going to let anything happen to you,” she said in a playful tone, but with a bit of seriousness behind it. It was just sad to see a person who could kill her in one minute or less so terrified of sexual contact. “We’ll take it slowly, just a few touches at first. Nothing too significant or complex,” Cynthia said to her, reassuring her that she wouldn’t push her too far. Not yet. That was for later. She needed to make this woman understand that there was nothing to fear in intimate contact. It was a joy of life, and it should be celebrated.
Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her grasp. She was a bit annoyed at Cynthia talking to her like a child, though she knew she had really brought it on herself by being so naïve. Although, here was a person who was willing to help her. She owed it to herself to at least try.
Cynthia pulled her into a gentle kiss, tilting her head upwards. She brushed her lips gently against Kayla’s, letting her get used to the sensation of being touched this way. No tongue, nothing passionate yet; just a simple bout of kissing. Kayla appreciated the gesture. Cynthia broke off the kiss after a few moments, giving Kayla room to breathe. Cynthia began running her fingers over Kayla’s body, gently stimulating the bare skin of her shoulders and neck.
She maintained her gentle touch throughout the proceeding, never wavering from her delicate playing with Kayla’s skin with her slender fingers. Hmm, this isn’t bad, Kayla thought. Her heartbeat was steady and she didn’t feel heated, and she didn’t feel like throwing up from the contact anytime soon. Cynthia turned her light teasing into something slightly deeper, lightly massaging her skin with those incredibly silky fingers. She had incredibly skilled hands, Kayla was learning very quickly. Cynthia smiled at her charge, and decided to ask her an all important question. “I want to ask you something. Do you touch yourself?” she asked her blatantly, giving Kayla a pointed look of askance and curious, knowing eyes. She wanted that question answered, regardless of Kayla’s embarrassment.
Kayla was taken aback. She looked up briefly to see Cynthia still waiting for an answer. She looked back down, unable to maintain eye contact with the woman while answering this question. “Yes,” she answered hesitantly, feeling a bit ashamed of herself at the moment.
Cynthia smiled briefly, nodding approvingly to the woman’s answer. “Good. I want you to do it in front of me,” she said. Kayla balked at her statement, but Cynthia was undeterred. Cynthia smiled at her, looking at her with a knowing look. “Your problem is that you’re afraid to have people see you in a sexual way. You’re fine with someone hugging you or kissing you, if it’s non-sexual. But the moment it turns intimate, you become afraid of what is going on. You need to become comfortable with your own body, and having people seeing you in an intimate, sexual way. It’s the only way you’re ever going to get through this obstacle. Otherwise, you’re never going to get through this hump,” Cynthia said, with what she thought was a fair assessment of the situation. “Having people touch you, seeing yourself in sexual situations without being ashamed in front of other people; these are what you have to learn. You’re ashamed of your body, and you really shouldn’t be,” she said, with wisdom beyond her years. She knew what she was asking of Kayla was odd, but she also thought that it was crucial to Kayla’s development.
Kayla was unsure of what this woman was asking her to do, to say the least. But it seemed like she had little choice; Cynthia was not going to give up until she had done what she wanted. “Okay,” she said, still uncertain but agreeing with the woman’s request. She unzipped her pants carefully, stalling this as much as possible. She pulled down her pants slowly, blushing a bit as she exposed her blue panties to Cynthia’s eyes. She gradually pulled down her underwear, past her blonde pubic hair that was nestled between her thighs. She hesitated a bit, a fact which did not go unnoticed to Cynthia. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” she assured her, hoping Kayla didn’t crack under the uncomfortable mood. Reassured briefly, Kayla pulled the underwear the full way further down her legs. She licked her fingers and then brought them down to below her waist, and she began to rub the top of her clit. She started off slowly, since she needed to warm up to this, barely moving the delicate area; just enough to get her going. She couldn’t touch it directly, having no lubrication, and coming from a mood where she was almost about to get nauseous or faint wasn’t exactly encouraging for her sensual side. She was uncertain what Cynthia was going to accomplish with this, but if Cynthia wanted her to masturbate, then she was going to do that. Cynthia looked satisfied as she watched her charge perform exactly the actions she requested.
She began to stimulate Kayla’s skin, massaging her bare shoulders lightly; she was learning that it was best not to give Kayla too strong touches: she wasn’t ready for that yet. It was best to be easing her into this. Kayla was rubbing herself as Cynthia ran her fingertips over her, kneading her sensitive shoulders. Still uncomfortable, but she was getting there. “That’s it, rub that clit,” Cynthia said, talking a bit crude to her. There was a bit of teasing, but she found that most of her clients loved her giving them a little encouragement.
Kayla looked up at her. “Can you please not talk dirty to me?” It’s distracting,” she requested. Cynthia was caught off-guard. “Okay, I’ll be quiet!” Cynthia threw her hands up in the air, looking a bit amused with a smirk at Kayla, who looked a bit peeved. Okay, so that was too much, too soon. No dirty talk. She was surprised her client didn’t appreciate it, but some people just wanted to focus on the task at hand. She went back to massaging Kayla’s shoulders, teasing her fingertips over other areas when she got the opportunity, sliding them under her arms and on the sides of them. She really loved touching this woman. She had only known her for a short time, but she could really see herself growing to love servicing her.
She enjoyed simply stroking Kayla’s shoulders, running her fingers over her smooth skin as she held her. They stayed that way for a while, curled up on the chair as Cynthia stimulated her client. Kayla tolerated it for a while, but eventually she began to feel tired. She wasn’t used to this. “This is stupid,” she protested, crying out against the show Cynthia was having her put on. She was getting tired, and her hand was cramping up; she wasn’t used to doing this in this position. What was the point of all this? She still felt no closer to achieving her goal of being comfortable with her sexuality than when she started at the beginning of this.
“I’m making you comfortable with your own body,” Cynthia replied, not letting up her massaging of Kayla’s shoulders, and caressing her bare skin. “You need to let other people see you in a sexual way,” she said, remembering her earlier point that she had made for Kayla. She sounded a little smug, too comfortable for Kayla’s liking. But she was also asking Kayla to trust her.
Kayla was going to argue, but then she realized that in all of the time they had been doing this for the past 20 minutes, she hadn’t felt like she wanted to pass out, or overheated, or sick even once. She thought about their interactions with a bit of intimacy, and although she felt a little uncomfortable with what they were doing, that was all. Perhaps Cynthia had a point. But, it was a long stretch from feeling comfortable with being held and kissed by someone to being comfortable having sex.
Kayla shuddered as one particularly strong caress got to her. She was really getting worked up over this. If she kept touching herself like she was, without regard to Cynthia’s presence, she was going to come. The thought of letting go like that in front of this woman…was intimidating, to say the least. She was a mess when she came, like any common person, and the thought of having anyone else see all those noises and moaning and breaking out into spasms, was scary. But Cynthia said to trust her, and so she was going to trust her. She just had to put it out of her mind and do what felt natural.
Cynthia kept massaging her, giving touches of encouragement with her slender, delicate fingers. Kayla continued to rub her sensitive areas, focusing only on the task at hand. It didn’t matter that she was being held by a strange woman she barely knew, her fingers felt so good against her clit; she had long since passed the point where it was too sensitive for her to touch it directly. She sped up the speed at which she was rubbing herself, making her hand a blur over her lap as she stimulated the area vigorously. She moaned softly, letting a quiet series of noises escape her lips as she stimulated herself, giving herself over to the pleasure without shame. Cynthia looked on, smiling in approval. Suddenly, something changed, and she felt the pleasure building. She couldn’t stop, and she had no real desire to, letting the pleasure take her unhesitant. She rubbed her private area furiously, moaning and gasping audibly in Cynthia’s grasp, until Kayla exploded in orgasm. Her body bucked and trembled in Cynthia’s grasp as the resolution washed over her. The fluid gushed from her opening in response to her rubbing her clit, and she was embarrassed, knowing Cynthia had seen that, but she was too into it to stop. Finally, she stilled, as she let her body rest as she reached the afterglow. Cynthia held her lightly, maintaining her arms around her as Kayla rested quietly in the chair. She withdrew her fingers from her groin, letting them fall limply on her thigh.
They rested for a while, with Cynthia having her arms wrapped around Kayla as they sat there on the chair. Kayla’s chest rose and fell peacefully beneath the layer of sweat, as she rested from her ordeal in Cynthia’s arms. Kayla couldn’t believe she had just done that! She had come in front of other people before, but never under these circumstances, and as she got older over the next eight years she grew more uncomfortable with touch and herself. It was like the reverse - the older she became, the worse she got, until she ended up where she was. But this was a whole other experience she had never had before. She let the better woman keep her lying there, until Cynthia finally spoke up.
“That was beautiful,” Cynthia said simply, being entirely truthful with her assessment. She always loved seeing women orgasm, and it was the pinnacle of an erotic experience that one could have. She was smirking slightly with her full lips, but it was the smile of someone who had seen a student of theirs do something that was important to do, and she was proud of them. She smirked even deeper, knowing the next part would really get Kayla going. “Do it again,” she said.
Kayla’s eyes went wide. What? She had just finished working herself over a few minutes ago, and she was feeling exhausted. How was she going to have the energy to do this again, after all she had done? Not to mention, she was feeling sweaty and dirty, sitting here like this. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of getting dirtier, and sweatier, as the night went on. She looked up at Cynthia, as if asking her silently if she really had to do this. “Wha-I…ugh…” she stuttered, unsure of what to say. Cynthia was all business.
“This time we’ll do it different. I’m going to touch you more, in some intimate places,” Cynthia said, offering her a reassuring look. “If you feel uncomfortable at any time, tell me to stop and I will. But we’ll pick it up soon afterwards. We’ve got too much work ahead of us to lose any more time, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with yourself after I leave here tonight. I want to make sure, okay?” Cynthia said, making sure Kayla understood every bit of what she was saying. She was going to do things that would make her uncomfortable, but it was all for the greater good. Kayla needed to get over her hang-ups, now.
Sigh. “Okay,” Kayla exhaled a deep breath. This wasn’t all that comfortable for her, but it looked like Cynthia wasn’t going to let this go. She had no choice. It wasn’t that Cynthia was forcing herself on her, Kayla needed to get over her hang-ups. She knew that. She knew that, and it was long overdue. She rubbed some of the moisture from her orgasm over her clit, and began to rub herself once again. Kayla sighed as she was stimulating herself again, feeling tired and sweaty from her previous activities. Cynthia began to massage her once again, and she quickly picked up the rhythm she had abandoned before, this time touching the skin under her arms and running her hands along her sides. She touched her sensual fingertips to Kayla’s body, using every trick she knew of to get her sensitive skin and form to respond. Kayla sighed, as she received all the sensations that Cynthia was providing her, making her shudder in response. She reached up to cup her breast, feeling herself through her shirt, before returning her hand to her lap. Cynthia looked on in approval. She couldn’t help it; she was embarrassed, but she had to reach out and touch that area. Cynthia reached out to her and changed the course of their activities. “I’m going to touch you down here, over your breasts. I’m going to pull these down, and I want you to stay calm,” Cynthia said, speaking in reassuring tones while she hooked her fingers under the straps of Kayla’s shirt.
There was panic. “Ah…” Kayla stumbled, suddenly shaking subtly in Cynthia’s grasp, as she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and if Cynthia was going to pull down her shirt, that meant she would expose her breasts to Cynthia. She wasn’t ready for that. But Cynthia left her no choice.
Cynthia slowly pulled down the thick straps of her shirt, working them past her ribcage, until they were finally below her chest. Kayla gasped in a sharp breath as she was exposed for the first time, sitting naked from the top in the open air.
She was rather uncomfortable sitting here like this, to be honest, but she knew she had to trust Cynthia. She resisted the temptation to cover up, knowing it would do more harm than good. She had to trust her. That was what she repeated to herself. She had to trust her.
Cynthia began to caress her form, moving them slowly over her breasts. She cupped the full mounds slowly, gliding her thumbs along her nipples, as she softly moved them fully into her hands. She teased the nipples with her fingers, exploring all their contours, making Kayla sigh softly from the stimulations. She shuddered a little, as she did that. “You’re beautiful, Kayla,” Cynthia said, fully enamored with this wonderful woman she was playing with. She watched as Kayla shuddered lightly from the stimulations she was receiving, remaining calm for the most part despite the stimulations she was receiving; she had strong self-control.
Kayla looked down. “You’re nice to say that,” she said, head turned away in embarrassment at Cynthia’s compliments on her bare body. She was feeling the heat rushing to her face, almost blushing in response to Cynthia’s remark; she felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. What did she say to something like that?
“I don’t know why you don’t think you’re beautiful, but you are,” Cynthia said, in response to Kayla’s doubt. The breasts were a smooth pale white with baby soft skin, and were capped with rosy pink nipples that stood out proudly from her chest. They were one of the most beautiful pairs of breasts Cynthia had ever seen, and her mouth was watering at the prospect of touching her hands all over those beautiful globes. The fact that Kayla couldn’t see it was astounding. But, she had to go slowly for Kayla’s sake. Too much would just screw it up, and she didn’t want that. She had to be careful.
Cynthia again wanted to clench her fist in rage. How dare they do that to this woman! She was a beautiful woman, and they completely took away her confidence in herself and her ability to have a relationship. She wanted to punch all of them in the face, especially that so-called mother. She often had friends ask her why she chose this career for herself, rather than go and find herself a nice job office job somewhere. The truth was that Cynthia had learned long ago that most of what society taught about sex was garbage, spread by people who wanted to control others through their personal lives. As long as it was consensual, it was better to just do what feels good for you. And that was why when certain clients who wanted a good experience came across her path, she didn’t hesitate to throw them a thrill. She was doing no wrong, and these persons required her expertise. In this case, here was a client who definitely needed more than she could give in one session.
She cupped Kayla’s breasts, and began to run her thumbs alongside the nipples. She reached down with very little hesitating, treating it as a matter-of-fact thing that she was touching her breasts. Being careful didn’t mean going at a glacier’s pace. She began to move her hands all over her breasts gently, caressing them fully and rubbing her thumbs over the nipples. She teased at the nipples with her fingers, pulling them lightly and feeling all of the textures with her fingertips. Her touch was almost light as a feather, but definitely stimulating for the woman underneath. She went back to running her thumbs over them lightly, enjoying the feeling of stimulating Kayla’s nipples while holding her breasts fully in her hands. Kayla gasped at the woman playing with her breasts, while she rubbed herself with abandon below her waist. Oh God, it felt so good! The stimulation was sending tiny rivulets of electricity through her entire body, making Cynthia shudder and shake uncontrollably in Cynthia’s grasp. She was going to come if Cynthia kept doing this, the pleasure of what she was doing overcoming her little by little as the beautiful woman ran her hands over her breasts. Cynthia pulled back, and she began putting into effect another part of her idea for tonight, one that would definitely please Kayla. Kayla looked at her in askance.
“I’m going to take my top off now, Kayla. You can do anything you want after that,” Cynthia said, shocking Kayla into an open-mouthed expression. She began to unlace her bustier little by little, until she had loosened enough of them. And then she pulled the bustier down, exposing an absolutely perfect pair of breasts.
Kayla’s mouth was watering as she stared at Cynthia’s breasts. Cynthia had a gorgeous pair of breasts, full and with that rich smooth skin as the rest of her Spanish self. Her nipples were sticking out from her chest in arousal, darker toned in color than Kayla’s and fully engorged from her excitement. Kayla wanted so badly to touch and taste the creamy skin and hard little peaks, though she retained her reluctance to be too forward. Cynthia saw what she needed, and she politely granted her request, regarding anything that would bring Kayla out of her shell as being a helpful thing.
“You can take them into your mouth if you want. Don’t be afraid,” Cynthia said, directing a smile at her charge. Kayla looked at her incredulously, like it was a shock that she would even be allowed the privilege of tasting a beautiful woman like this. She sat next to Kayla on the chair, positioning herself in a way that would put her closer to Kayla without distracting her from her task. Kayla stared at Cynthia’s breast, timidly moving closer to her, a little bit at a time, until she finally took the gorgeous flesh into her mouth.
She closed her lips around the mound and began to suck at the flesh. Cynthia shivered in pleasure as Kayla worked her delicious mouth all over her right breast, sighing from the rivulets of thrilling pleasure she was receiving. God, she was good; she didn’t know it yet, but she was a natural. Cynthia felt her panties getting wet, a shock really. After she was finished here, she was going to have to go home and have a date with a dildo, because she was going to have a lot of tension to relieve. “That’s it. Taste me. Don’t stop playing with yourself,” Cynthia said to her sultrily, giving her a few words of encouragement. It wouldn’t hurt to assure Kayla that she was doing a good job.
Kayla moaned and sighed in pleasure as she continued sucking on Cynthia’s breast. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, sucking on another woman’s breast. Cynthia had such gorgeous breasts, she just wanted to put her hands all over them, but she was also heeding Cynthia’s request to pleasure herself. She was a boob girl, she admitted it. Now that she had seen Cynthia’s breasts, a part of her wondered what she had under her panties. Her hands were still in her lap, playing with the body parts there. She was going to come soon if she kept doing this. The image of eating out Cynthia’s pussy, making her writhe under her assault was driving her wild as it flashed in her mind. Cynthia’s hands felt so good on her breasts, caressing her so incredibly like she knew everything that pleased her. Kayla moaned audibly as she sighed and cried out in overwhelming pleasure, as she sped up the motions with which she pleasured herself. She continued sucking on Cynthia’s engorged nipple, savoring the taste of it and sliding her tongue all over it, causing Cynthia herself to moan in pleasure. She moaned into Cynthia’s flesh, using the gorgeous mound of flesh to conceal her overly loud cries of passion. She couldn’t help it; she was receiving more pleasure in five minutes than she had in a lifetime. She pulled away from Cynthia, as the pleasure became too overwhelming for her to bear. Kayla moaned loudly in pleasure, giving voice to her pleasure as it overwhelmed her bit by bit. She sped up the pace at which she was fingering herself, vigorously rubbing her pussy as she sunk her fingers inside herself. She felt herself begin to tense as a conclusion neared, and she leaned back into Cynthia’s grasp in preparation. The pleasure rose from the depths of her core, bubbling up to the surface like an oncoming relentless wave until Kayla finally exploded in orgasm. She cried out loudly in fabulous pleasure as she spasmed violently in Cynthia’s grasp, unable to control her body as she shook from the pleasure. The juices burst from her sex, but she wasn’t ashamed to have Cynthia see it, now that Cynthia had seen everything she did with herself. She continued stroking herself until her clit was too sensitive to touch, overwhelmed by the impact of two orgasms, one after another. She gave her pussy one final rub, before settling down from her high. Kayla sat back in her chair, letting her hands fall numbly in her lap. She was exhausted, absolutely drained of energy beyond belief now. She couldn’t move now, laying numbly in her position in her pants and tank top. She had ruined her panties, probably, or her chair, soaking them in her juices. She was tired beyond dead on her feet, and she hoped that Cynthia didn’t have the idea to ask her to do something else, because she really wouldn’t be able to do it. She couldn’t even reach up to cover her breasts, awkward as it was to have them exposed like that.
Cynthia looked at Kayla. She looked beautiful like that, lying there glistening from being covered in sweat, with her skin a rosy tint and a slightly glazed look on her face. Her pussy was glistening with her juices. She had seen her juices gush, and it was one of the hottest things she had seen. Cynthia reached down to taste Kayla’s pussy, inserting a finger into her pussy. Normally, Cynthia would never lower herself to tasting a client’s fluid, for obvious normal reasons, but she had a very strong feeling that Kayla was telling the truth, and it was perfectly safe to do so. Hmm. She licked her lips a little in appreciation. She was tasty.
She considered having Kayla do something for her, but Kayla was entirely wiped out from their activities to be of any use to her, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. She would have to deal with this herself. The best thing for Kayla right now was to leave her alone and let her recover from her experience.
Cynthia stood up and pushed her cleavage back into her bustier, and began lacing it up again. “I have to get going,” she said. She picked up her coat and began heading to the door. “I’ll let myself out,” she said, not bothering with having Kayla lock the door. The visit was already paid for, so she didn’t need to bother with that. Kayla waved her away idly from her seat in the chair; she was still recovering from her experience. She was going to call Kayla again, of course, but she had really overstayed her time here. She was almost to the door, when she heard a shy voice behind her.
“Cynthia?”
Cynthia turned back.
“Can you…stay with me in bed, until I fall asleep?” Kayla asked timidly, with an absolutely shy, uncertain, but pleading expression on her beautiful face.
Silence.
“Of course, I’ll stay with you, darling,” Cynthia smiled at her. She would do anything for this woman. She was already over her time that she should have stayed here, but her boss could wait for his report.
Kayla headed for the bed and Cynthia trailed behind her. They arrived at a room that was rather underwhelming, considering the resident of the apartment. The room was sparsely furnished, with light, calming colors embodied in the walls, rug and curtains. This certainly didn’t look like how a woman would decorate her apartment, Cynthia thought. There was no feminine touch to it. It was clean, simple and utilitarian. There was a nice bed, though. The queen sized bed was a good size, with some nice linens and pillows in satin cases laid out on it, and a comforter laid out over the top. It looked fluffy. That was the most positive thing in the room that Cynthia could say about it. Next to the oak dresser, of course. Kayla laid out on the bed, tiredly sprawling out on its mass. She had discreetly tucked her breasts back into her shirt, and was now wearing her clothes the same way as when Cynthia first saw her. She curled up lazily on the mattress, looking rather cute like a young girl, in Cynthia’s opinion. She shifted her position to pull out the comforter from under her, settling under its comforting warmth.
Cynthia smiled as she climbed into the bed, settling down patiently next to Kayla.
Kayla snuggled up to her, easily resting her head against Cynthia’s chest as she reclined in relaxation. Cynthia gladly held her, wrapping her arms around her as she allowed Kayla this one simple comfort that was sorely lacking in her life.
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Cynthia emerged out of the bedroom fully dressed, straightening out the front of her clothes. She had stayed with Kayla until she fell asleep, just as she promised. There were plenty of security cameras in the apartment, so Kayla didn’t need to worry about her safety while she was asleep. Cynthia wouldn’t be stealing anything from her though, or doing anything like that. She didn’t have a death wish.
Cynthia looked back at the apartment. The place could use a woman’s touch. She would definitely be coming back to visit a second time. In this unexpected shabby apartment she had found a woman who intrigued her and touched her in a way that Cynthia couldn’t have imagined. She needed her help, and Cynthia would be all too happily obliged to give it to her.
She had other things to do tonight, though.
She looked back one last time at the apartment, taking in all the minute details. Then, she went through the entrance, locking the door as she had promised Kayla.
The thoughts of contemplation were with her as she left the apartment building. Tonight had been a pleasant surprise indeed.