Jude's pov
As I stare at myself in the large mirror in James's bathroom, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement. I am wearing a lacy blue nightgown that hugs my curves in all the right places, leaving nothing to the imagination. The fabric is soft against my skin, and the delicate lace detailing adds a touch of elegance to it.
I wasn't planning on wearing this nightgown tonight, but it seems to be the only one I have left. As I stand here, admiring my reflection, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement. The way the fabric clings to my body, accentuating my curves and highlighting my assets, makes me feel sexy and confident.
The color of the nightgown compliments my skin tone perfectly, making me feel like a goddess. The way the fabric drapes over my body, revealing just enough to tantalize the imagination, is both alluring and seductive. I can't help but smile as I take in my reflection, feeling like a million bucks.
James is currently in his home office on the phone talking to his public relations team. Two hours ago a sex video of one of his board members was released by an unknown person and is now circulating. As the CEO of the company, he has to find a way to make the scandal blow away before his company is affected. He has been in his home office for over an hour now.
As I continue to admire myself in the mirror, I can't help but feel a surge of desire. The way the nightgown hugs my body, the way it accentuates my curves, makes me feel irresistible. I feel like a temptress, ready to seduce and captivate anyone who dares to look my way. I know James is going to lose his mind when he sees me.
My heart starts to beat fast when I hear the bedroom door open. I don't even know why I am nervous. It's not like James has never seen me with less clothing before. He has seen me naked countless times so there is no way for me to feel nervous. I look at myself in the mirror one last time and then open the bathroom door.
"Holy fuck, you look so sexy, little one." He says the moment he sees me.
"Thank you," I say as I stand in front of him. "How did it go?"
"It has gone from bad to worse," he says as he pulls me close and hugs me.
"What happened?"
"The woman in the video with Mr Chewe is Sandra is Secretary. According to the people who have watched it, the old man prefers her asshole more than her pussy."
"What the fuck?"
"That's not even the worst part," James says when he notices my shocked face.
"What can be worse than an old man screwing his twenty-something secretary in the ass?" I ask. I am just surprised by the whole thing. Mr Chewe is one of my father's friends and I have met him so many times, and from a few interactions I have had with him, he seemed like a man who values and loves his wife. But I guess not everything we see is real.
"Another sex tape of Mr Chewe has gone viral. This time it's a threesome with the same Secretary and our company accountant."
"No fucking way, how are going to recover from this. This is going to affect your company, James."
"I know, little one. I have built my company from scratch. There is no way I am going to let this incident destroy it." James says. "But right now I don't want to think about that, you look so beautiful tonight it's going to be a waste if I don't worship you." He says as he starts trailing kisses on my neck, making my pussy wet. "I am going to take a quick shower, wait for me." He says before kissing my forehead and heading to the bathroom.
I walk towards the bed and lay down enjoying the feel of the soft bedding against my skin. As James heads to the bathroom, I am left alone with my thoughts and desires.
The softness of the bedding against my skin only adds to the sensual atmosphere. I let my hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. The touch of my fingers against my skin sends waves of pleasure through me.
I can feel the wetness between my legs as I slide my thong to the side and begin to pleasure myself. The sensation of my fingers moving in and out of my pussy is intoxicating. I moan softly, lost in the pleasure of my touch. I use my other hand to tease my nipple, adding to the sensations coursing through my body.
As I wait for James to return, I lose myself in the moment. The combination of my touch and the anticipation of what is to come with James is overwhelming. I am lost in a world of pleasure and desire, a world where nothing else matters but the sensations that consume me.
I am a woman in control of her pleasure, a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. I love giving myself pleasure because I know that no one knows my body better than me.
As I get lost in my world of desire, I can't help but think about James. The way his hands feel on my skin, the way his lips taste against mine. The thought of him only adds to the intensity of my pleasure, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
I can hear the sound of the water running in the bathroom, knowing that James is just on the other side of the door. The anticipation of his return only fuels my desire, making me ache for his touch even more. I can't wait to feel his hands on me, to feel his body pressed against mine.
But for now, I am content to pleasure myself, to enjoy the sensations that wash over me. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the waves of pleasure, letting go of all inhibitions and allowing myself to fully embrace the moment.
As I reach the peak of my pleasure, I can feel myself shaking on the edge of release. I let out a soft moan, my body trembling with the intensity of my desire. And just as I am about to tip over the edge, I hear the bathroom door open and James steps back into the room. I open my eyes to see him standing there, a look of desire in his eyes.