"You're good… so good…"

She stared at the door for several moments after he left. Then she rolled the hem of her skirt up to her waist, revealing black silk bikini panties trimmed with lace, over a matching garter belt and stockings. Even before she touched the crotch, she knew how wet she was. Hell, everything that happened from the moment he came in that door was foreplay, she thought. And, she continued as she reached into her blouse, at least one of us ought to get off.

As was her custom, Akemi wore no bra. Her nipples felt like small rocks as her fingertips brushed over them. Did Desmond notice them? He had to have. Well, she smiled, he doesn't know what he's missing. But I'll fix that soon enough. Right now, however…

With that, she moved until she was on the edge of the chair, thighs spread, heels firmly on the floor. With one hand still stroking her tits, she started tracing the other one lightly over her crotch. "Mmm," she purred, looking down at herself, "nothing feels better than silk next to my skin–except maybe another person's skin, that is."

She was so turned on, though, that she quickly became unable to concentrate on anything else. And it wasn't long before her breathing became ragged, and she arched her back as her eyes rolled backwards in their sockets. She clamped her thighs on her hand, causing an added jolt as her orgasm hit. The sound she made as she came was a cross between a cry and a growl, and was perfectly suited to the shudder which went through her body.

Akemi sat there gasping afterwards, coming down slowly, enjoying the afterglow. The first coherent thought she had was, It's been too long. I didn't realize how badly I needed that. Still, she continued to herself as she stood up and pulled her skirt down, it's nice to know that at least that part of me still works like it used to. Finally, she slung her shoulderbag crosswise over her chest, picked up the case Desmond had left for her, and exited the room, closing the door behind her.