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Heidi was seated in Kimberly’s office, recovering from her orgasm. Kimberly herself remained emotionally distraught from venting to Heidi, she had never been so honest about her innermost feelings and past.

It was now seven at night, Kimberly steadied herself to make a call to Blacklane.

Blake answered again. “Hello Blake, Kimberly Houston.”

“Ah, Ms. Houston, I was expecting your call, Ms. Washington was dropped off safely at her home and Darryl has returned and is available to serve you,” said Blake.

“Oh, good,” said Kimberly in a soft voice, my companion and I need transport to Piccola Cucina on East 60th Street, it is right next to my apartment building, as you know, so I shall not need your services until probably tomorrow.”

“Darryl will be there in ten Ms. Houston; he’ll idle the car in the porte-cochere at First Northern, as always, and wait in person for you both at the main entrance to escort you and your companion to the car.”

“Thank you, Blake,” said Kimberly, and put down the phone.

She turned to Heidi, who seemed to be gaining some composure.

Heidi smiled at her. Tears welled up again in Kimberly’s eyes, a tidal wave of suppressed emotions had tumbled out tonight.

Kimberly crouched down beside Heidi, still seated on the visitor’s chair in front of the office desk and kissed her softly on the lips. There was a palpable chemistry between the two in the kiss.

“You’re so upset Kimberly,” said Heidi.

“I don’t know how I can describe myself Heidi,” answered Kimberly. “I feel sad and happy all at once; I am unaccustomed to such a wheel of conflicting emotions. Yet the one emotion that transcends all is my love for you Heidi, you are beautiful, winsome lady and I am so fortunate tonight.”

Kimberly continued: “this evening, Heidi, you have displayed just how grown up beyond your years you are, a therapist, letting me vent, listening, comprehending, being understanding, and putting everything into its proper context to give me comfort.”

Heidi stayed silent. This was Kimberly time to unburden herself and release the person she truly was, not the buttoned-up banking executive everyone was inspired by yet in awe of.

“On Tuesday, I selfishly thought I was the one seducing you, Heidi, but this evening it is more the other way around; you’ve seduced yourself, innocently, into my heart, and my life. And tonight, I was privileged to be able to respond to your sexual desire for me in the way I was allowed to, fondling you to climax for the first time, that alone is a dream come true for me.”

“My dream too,” said Heidi, “and the strange thing is that only a few hours ago I daydreamed that you were all the gay partner a woman could wish for, for me you are perfect, but I resolved not to get my hopes up.” “I have just enjoyed the deepest orgasm of my life; it consumed my body and mind because it was as much mental as it was physical and that only happens if you are truly in love with someone special.”

Kimberly smiled tenderly at Heidi.

“My darling,” said Kimberly, “Darryl the driver from Blacklane will be here shortly to drive us to East 60th Street. As we’re on the corner of Wall and Broadway if he takes the Broadway route rather than FDR Drive it should hopefully take no more than 30 minutes, it’s around 5 miles, a route I take daily from home to the office and then back again — and one you’ll be getting accustomed to, too!”

“I am so looking forward to us being together as a couple, Kimberly,” said Heidi. She could scarcely take in these rapidly evolving developments.

“I am so excited about that,” responded Kimberly, “for the first time ever I’ll be sharing my life with a truly special person.”

“We’ll walk to the elevators and then to the main entrance, Darryl will be waiting to escort us to the car. As you know, discretion is required so from here on out we’ll have to remind ourselves to suppress displays of endearment. God forbid if we disobey, we’ll have Emilie Leblanc having us frog marched out of this building carrying our personal possessions and a pink slip in a cardboard box!”

Heidi laughed, “now that’s the Kimberly I want to shine through, with a wry sense of humor!” Kimberly smiled back, her overwrought conflict of emotions subsiding somewhat.

They both stood, ‘little and long’ to use Heidi’s expression, and collected themselves to at least appear normal to the outside world.

As Kimberly and Heidi neared the entrance door a huge, muscled African America man in a chauffeur-type black suit stood waiting, he towered at least 6′ 5,” had speckled gray hair and wore black spectacles.

“A good evening to you ma’am,” said Darryl.

“So good to see you again Darryl,” said Kimberly, “may I introduce my companion, Ms. Heidi Starr.”

Darryl responded, “a pleasure to meet you Ms. Starr.”

Being the well-brought-up lady from Idaho that she was, Heidi replied, “thank you sir, and a pleasure to know you.”

Darryl’s van escort eyes twinkled. “Please call me Darryl, Ms. Starr, but thank you for your courtesy.”

What a nice man, thought Heidi.

Darryl, almost in a courtier-like manner, solicitously guided them to the obsidian-colored Jaguar electric vehicle, opening the left-side rear door.

“Let me get in first and slide across Heidi,” said Kimberly, “you can then sit alongside.”

With the two ladies settled on the rear leather bench seats, Darryl then closed the door with a quite thud.

Heidi felt quite regal for once.

The car made its way up Broadway and then Lafayette Street, 4th Avenue, Park Avenue, Lexington Avenue, the Chrysler Building and then E 60th Street. To Heidi, the surroundings were all new, a big bustling city with famous sights but with more than its fair share of well-documented problems. Darryl was a careful driver, cautious of possible dangers, Heidi felt very safe. He also had the good manners to mind his own business and leave his passengers to their own thoughts.

Darryl slowed to a stop, put on the red warning lights, and walked to the street-side left passenger door, opening it for Heidi. He leant down from his great height, saying, “here we are ladies, I wish you a pleasant evening.”

“Much obliged Darryl,” said Kimberly as she alighted, surreptitiously handing Darryl a gratuity.

The restaurant was modest sized at ground level, tucked in between high-rise office blocks. At first glance rustic and not at all like the chichi, overpriced eateries abundant in New York that Heidi would abhor. In that respect Kimberly was again showing her lack of pretension.

On entering Kimberly was greeted in Italian, the proprietor, Filippo, welcoming her as an honored guest. “Benvenuta” said Filippo, using the feminine of welcome, “sono così felice di vederla.”

Kimberly replied, “felice di essere di nuovo qui, Filippo, posso presentarti il mio compagno, Signorina Heidi Starr, stasera festeggiamo.”

“Ah, magnifica,” again the feminine usage, “Signorina Houston, di solito è sola; due belle le signore.”

Filippo proffered his hand to Heidi, who shook and then smiled.

“You booked the quite table at the rear, Ms. Houston, I shall immediately set another place for your lovely companion, please do follow me, and seeing as you are celebrating the drinks are on the house tonight, whatever you choose.”

“Grazie mille,” answered Kimberly.

As Kimberly walked in, Heidi glanced sideways, she looked breathtaking with her height, boyish haircut, black pencil skirt, blouse, diamond pattern tights, patent leather tasseled loafers and wool jacket. The restaurant was close to full. Patrons gawked at the two of them as they went by, as if they were watching Gucci ramp models showing off the latest fashion. Filippo fussed, clucked at some of his nosy patrons.

Kimberly took the left chair, which Filippo held out for her, offering to take her jacket, and did the same for Heidi across from Kimberly at the small but cozy table with a plain tablecloth.

Kimberly could hardly wait to stroke Heidi’s right hand as she perused the wine list. Heidi could only look at Kimberly’s harmonious and aesthetically pleasing facial features and body.

“Would you prefer red or white, Heidi?”

“What I know about wine is dangerous, Kimberly.”

Kimberly burst out laughing. “Then may I suggest an aperitivo to start, a Campari, and a pinot grigio wine, it is crisp, dry and light-bodied and reasonably priced, I don’t want to abuse Filippo’s hospitality.”

That is so typical of Kimberly, thought Heidi, considerate of others whilst being appreciative.

Kimberly waved to Filippo who came over to solicitously take the drinks order.

“Prenditi il tuo tempo per scegliere dal menu, non c’è fretta.”

“We have ample time Heidi; last orders are around 10pm, Filippo opens at 11am and shuts at 11pm, I have come to see this as an extension of home, it’s a hop away, the dishes are superb, it is not fussy, I try and visit once or twice a week.”

Kimberly decided on artichokes as antipasti and grilled sea bass as a secondi.

“I’m happy to go with your choice too Kimberly,” said Heidi.

“That’s it then”, said Kimberly, beckoning to Filippo who walked over immediately.

“Filippo has no wait staff, only two or three cooks in the kitchen on a full-time salary,” said Kimberly, “he insists on personal service and the size of the place lends itself to that. He also won’t accept tips, probably the only one in the U.S. who won’t!”

They both sipped Campari, “my first time,” said Heidi, “as with whisky, which you introduced me to, I quite like that slight bitterness.”

They clinked glasses, “salute” they both uttered together.

Filippo brought the artichokes. They took a bite, “delicious as usual,” said Kimberly.

“You seem to be feeling better Kimberly, you yalova escort were quite distraught earlier”.

“I am a bit better, thanks to you, Heidi.” “As long as you don’t keep beating yourself up about Tuesday evening,” responded Heidi.

Kimberly winced. Heidi felt she needed to put that topic finally to rest so Kimberly could move on, it still showed in her body language.

“I wanted to add that Tuesday was consensual, if rather transactional”, said Heidi, “but a lot of water has since flowed under the bridge, the dynamics have changed completely, and for the better thanks to the honesty we have shared; tonight, for me, was on another plane, it is the difference between wanton sex and making love.”

Kimberly took another few bites, pondering. Heidi did too, the food was tasty.

“You are so right Heidi,” she answered, “what you said about the mental and physical in harmony I have never experienced.”

“I guess that applies to me too; that said, I found being up close and personal with your privates, and seeing your pubic hair, vulva and anus for the first time, sexually thrilling,” said Heidi.

Kimberly again felt a bit uncomfortable, “I wasn’t exactly rose petals down there,” she answered, “you have a diplomatic turn of phrase!”

“I enjoyed the scent of your anus, vagina and used panties,” said Heidi, believing that calling it straight was the best. “That’s the point, it is your most private essence that’s captured there. Were your panties soiled? Yes. But that’s to be expected after many hours of wear, my panties were too, you just didn’t see, and so were the panties of millions of females in America. After all, that’s why Proctor and I for one know that you don’t poop sapphires or pee Chanel No.5!”

Kimberly laughed again, “you have a descriptive turn of phrase Heidi, I’ll take that for the compliment it’s meant to be, imagine, I’m human after all!”

Heidi chuckled; she was so happy Kimberly was starting to chill out.

“My sense is you have only had sex before Kimberly, you have never made love, I’m no different by the way, I’ll explain, I need to share my backstory with you though.”

“I’d really welcome that Heidi, but I need to follow up with my own afterwards.” They both finished off the antipasti and Filippo returned to clear the plates.

“Please give us about half an hour before the mains, Filippo.”

“Certainly madam, I’ll tell the kitchen to hold off, you just gesture when you are ready.” Filippo poured the wine, and the two of them sipped.

Heidi told Kimberly all about her upbringing in Idaho, then off to college, and her first and only girlfriend, Abigail. “Abigail wasn’t a true love, not in the sense I have feelings for you” said Heidi, “and I somehow doubt it would have been a long-term thing.” Heidi also explained about how she’d got to sniffing Abigail’s panties, and her enjoyment of what was to her a guilty secret pleasure.

Kimberly, Heidi could tell from her reaction, responded well to that admission, she was letting the last vestiges of embarrassment about Tuesday drift away. They both sipped wine.

“The fact of the matter is, Kimberly, this week you have helped me realize that I have a strong sexuality I so want to share, but with the right person and for the right reason. We can enjoy a healthy sex life, even things you may have found kinky or a bit embarrassing before aren’t off limits between two adults who love each other, delight in each other’s bodies and the pleasure that gives and the sensuality of making love in different ways that satisfies both our desires, fantasies, or lusts; good sex is a stress reliever and mentally positive, but it’ll also deepens our bond; to top it all we get on well together and unlikely to tire of each other’s conversation and company!”

Kimberly’s facial expression could only be described as one of adoration for the person who was now the center of her personal universe. Residual feelings of shame at her behavior were expunged. Heidi had given her the keys to a new life. Without realizing it, Heidi had become the CEO of their personal lives even as Kimberly in her business life was a big boss at a respected investment bank on Wall Street.

“I need time to process, Heidi, but a thank you right now seems so inadequate.” She gestured to Filippo who five minutes later appeared with two plates of sea bass and vegetable accompaniments. Heidi liked the fact the plate was hot to the touch, another attention to detail that was uncommon.

“You know Heidi, our formative years aren’t dissimilar.” They both took a bite and then Kimberly talked Heidi through her early years. Every so often Kimberly paused so they could quietly finish their dinner and sip wine.

Born and brought up in Ithaca, New York state, modest but happy family surroundings, Dad started as a grounds man at Cornell University before rising to the top slot at Facilities, Mom a bookkeeper at an age-old family çorlu escort business in town, a brother, married with four kids, who studied to be an electrician and who now ran his own contracting firm, which included outsourced work on campus.

“Like you, I had little interest in boys, but I achieved good grades and was lucky enough to win two scholarships, at both Cornell and Harvard, but Dad and Mom felt spreading my wings would be a positive and so I went up to Cambridge, Massachusetts. I took a liking to economics, it covered so much of daily life as opposed to pure sciences, so that was what I majored in, staying on to Masters; like you, a PhD was encouraged and a teaching career, but I felt I needed a professional qualification and so went about the arduous route to becoming an accountant.”

“As I mentioned to you, my amorous life was practically non-existent. The last fifteen years after leaving auditing has gone by in a flash, I can hardly believe I am mid-40s.”

“I think it only fair to let you know Heidi that I am quite well-off; I know that would not put you off but best I tell you personally, as you’ll probably find out anyway as there is publicly available SEC information and it is common knowledge at the bank; I am the second largest individual shareholder in First Northern after Rex thanks to stock options and buying up shares with spare money, I had little to spend my salary and bonuses on anyway, other than the apartment ten years ago, some nice clothes, and I believed in what Rex and I were building at the bank.”

“But I live fairly modestly Heidi, my own family don’t know much about stock market stuff so wouldn’t know that my personal wealth is in the public domain, they are just proud that I have a good, stable job and they proudly tell anybody who cares to listen that I am a CPA who went to Harvard; it is best to keep it that way; I do fund anything they may need, as much as I can get away with without making it obvious that money is no object. I also keep a super-low profile, I avoid the Press and won’t do interviews, I have no time for these ‘woman in business breaks the glass ceiling’ type articles the likes of Fortune magazine publish.”

This was another admirable side to Kimberly, thought Heidi, at heart she was a down to earth small-town girl who had made good yet was devoid of boastfulness.

“So, I want you to know Heidi, whatever we need to spend on as a couple is on me, you have no obligation to reciprocate in the slightest, I’ll even order a second credit card from the commercial bank I have my checking account with for you to personally use.”

Heidi was silent for a while, taking this all in. “I don’t have anything to give Kimberly, I have no money and no possessions, all I have to give you is me.”

Kimberly put down her fork, raised the palm of her left hand up to her chin, elbow on the table, in a classical feminine come-hither poise that came naturally to her being with Heidi.

“My sweetest, you are priceless, in fact although I am emotionally wrung out tonight I have never felt such inner contentment as I have right now or so enamored of another person; you are super-clever, witty, a listener yet a good conversationalist, and extraordinarily pretty; moreover, you are emotionally mature, more so than me, and I think you’ll bring that stability and happiness I have lacked, no excel spreadsheet could put a present value in monetary terms to your attributes.”

Heidi laughed and said smilingly, “that’s so generous of you Kimberly and I so enjoy the fact you can’t help but bring in an accounting analogy!”

“I may have a number cruncher reputation Heidi, but I am afraid it is useless in personal affairs, so I’ll be leaning on you to bring that balance I need in my life.”

They finished their plates. “That’s the best fish I’ve tasted in a long while Kimberly, and the vegetables are slightly crisp, not over cooked, Mom would approve.”

“Well, this is the first of many future visits you’ll be making here Heidi,” said Kimberly, “would you like dessert?”

“Not for me,” said Heidi, “that’s just right.”

“Me too,” said Kimberly, “lets slowly finish our wine, then head up to my apartment for the night, I am so tired out, what a day, what a week.”

“I’m so looking forward to sharing a bed with you, Kimberly,” said Heidi.

Kimberly reacted with her feminine come-hither poise, her left palm on her chin, her smile slightly dreamlike.

“The way you speak about sexuality is quite refreshing Heidi, it is like a psychotherapist would address the topic in a clean, practical and knowledgeable way, yet you don’t speak from a position of promiscuity or depth of experience, it is quite remarkable, you put me at ease.”

“I resolved to educate myself as best I could,” said Heidi. “I grew up sheltered, the topic was never raised in our God-fearing house. I wanted to be the best lover I could be when I fell in love and could enjoy a loving relationship. So, I have read widely about female sexuality; I have watched soft porn, the sensual sex videos, of which there are several that are almost true to the real thing even if it is actresses; I have experimented with self-pleasuring in different erogenous zones.”

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