Ann & Jennie – Sex At The Office
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning, and viewed from a distance, only a couple of windows were still lit in the 50 story office building in the city's financial district. The lit offices were on the sixth floor, which was occupied in its entirety by my law firm. We were working on a large international merger, and the past few weeks had been a frantic rush to get all the paperwork in order and so forth.
In her small but nicely furnished front office Jennie Andrews stretched languidly, hearing the joints pop in her spine as she did. She was stiff and sore from having spent too many hours bent over her keyboard. Her eyes were irritated from the glow of the monitor and the fluorescent overhead lights. She was tired, hungry and aching all over, and she wanted nothing more than to go home and collapse into bed, to sleep like the dead until morning.
Jennie hit the PRINT button on her keyboard, hearing the laser printer in the corner hum to life. She and her boss, Ms. Daniels, had been putting in long hours over the past month, but finally they were done. Now printing was the complete set of merger documents, which would go to the printer in the morning. Everything had to be in perfect order before the merger, every number scrutinized, every asset listed, every expense documented. Now all that remained was the final read-through. Jennie and Ms. Daniels were the last people in the building, and Jennie was tired of the long hours.
Getting to her feet, Jennie stretched again and walked over to the printer. She caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the window as she crossed the room, and nodded approvingly at herself. At 26 years of age, she worked out regularly, keeping herself fit in spite of having a job that mostly required her to sit behind a desk. She had long black hair and pale, alabaster skin completely without blemish. She had small, firm breasts, slender hips and long legs. All in all she was quite content with her appearance, and so, she knew, was her lover.
At the thought of Pam a small twinge of guilt went through her. With all the work these past couple of weeks she hardly had any time or energy for her, and that made her feel bad. Pam, however, was very understanding, secure enough not to feel pushed aside or slighted by Jennie’s work. For a moment Jennie entertained the notion of an hour or so of delicious sex before sleep, but regretfully pushed the thought aside. She knew very well that by the time she was through driving the twenty minutes home she'd be completely bushed, with barely enough energy to brush her teeth. I'll have to make it up to her this weekend, she thought.
This thought brought a dreamy smile to her face as she waited for the printer to finish. While they both knew neither of them looked like supermodels, they were confident enough with each other not to be embarrassed about their bodies, and this lack of self-consciousness coupled with inventiveness and willingness to experiment a little, meant that their sex life had remained fresh and exciting. Pam had been very supportive over these past weeks, and Jennie decided that something a little special would be appropriate. For her last birthday, she had bought a strapon and they had sex with it for the first time. While it hadn't made the earth shake for her, she knew Pam really enjoyed it. She decided right there and then that after work tomorrow she would pick up some massage oil and leave it out on her nightstand for her to see, letting her know how she intended to show her appreciation. The thought of driving Pam a little crazy with anticipation for a day or two made her pussy tingle; the anticipation of what was to come would make sex even more passionate for the days leading up to the event itself. Nothing excited Jennie more than the knowledge that she could always excite her lover.
As the pile of paper under the printer grew, the door to the inner office opened and Ms. Daniels came out. Ann Daniels was a tall blonde in her late thirties, long and very attractive. Her hair came to her shoulders, and her eyes were a clear blue. She was dressed in a fairly conservative business suit in dark blue and black, with a long jacket, blouse and a knee-length skirt.
Ms. Daniels walked over to Jennie, who was waiting for the last few pages to emerge from the printer. "How are they coming along, Jennie?" she asked, a hint of weariness in her voice as well.
"Fine, Ms. Daniels," Jennie replied. Although she privately thought of her superior as Ann, she always addressed her as Ms. Daniels. She, on her side, always addressed Jennie as Jennie; not to sound superior, Jennie knew, but so as not to be overly intimate and intrusive. Ann was easily the best boss Jennie had ever worked for, and she knew that the appreciation was mutual. Ann wholly deserved her position as department head. Jennie had the utmost respect for her.
As they stood there waiting for the printer to finish, Ann stretched, easing the kinks out of her neck and spine. Jennie glanced at her boss, and couldn't help but notice how the older woman's firm breasts strained against her blouse. She blushed faintly, embarrassed at having looked at the other woman, and returned her attention to the softly buzzing printer.
"I'm beat," Ann announced. "These past couple of weeks have been a pain, haven't they?"
"That's for certain," Jennie replied. "Pam must think I've forgotten she exists."
"Trouble at home?" Ann inquired. Then, when she saw Jennie look at her, she hastily went on. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
"No, there's no trouble," Jennie laughed. "It's just that, well, we haven't had much time together lately."
"I know what you mean," Ann said. "And I'm sorry I've been running you ragged lately." She reached up and placed a hand on Jennie's back, between her shoulder blades. "Tell you what; as compensation, why don't we both come in late tomorrow, say around noon. Treat ourselves to a little sleeping in."
"Oh, that'd be great," Jennie replied. She was feeling a little flustered by the friendly hand on her back. Ann had never touched her before, respecting her personal space. Not that she minded; but had a man touched her like that, Jennie would have felt uncomfortable, but that was not the case now.
Ann looked at her closely. "You do look a little exhausted," she said. She started rubbing gently between Jennie's shoulder blades. "And you're tense; your back is all tensed."
Jennie was suddenly aware that her back and neck was all tense, the muscles stiff. She felt Ann rub a little harder, easing away some of the tension. Ann's hand moved higher, under the black hair hanging down over Jennie's shoulders, her fingers touching the soft skin of her neck and rubbing the sore muscles there. Jennie became aware of how close the other woman was standing, the scent of her perfume and the warmth from her body. As the tension in her neck eased, Jennie felt a different kind of tension settle in her stomach. It was a new, but somehow strangely familiar feeling that she couldn't quite place. The two women were both standing very still, the only movement being the soft kneading of Ann's fingers on Jennie's neck. Neither said anything, and the silence almost noticeable as a physical thing.
The eerie mood was broken when the printer before them spat out the last sheet and gave a soft beep. Ann turned towards it to look, and this caused her to stand closer to Jennie. Jennie could suddenly feel the hard nipple of her boss' right breast against her left arm, and for a moment she was caught off balance. Then she twisted away in flustered embarrassment.
Ann turned back towards Jennie, not realizing what had startled her. Their movements meant that the two women were now standing close together, face to face, with Ann's arm still around Jennie's back, her hand on her neck.
For a moment they both stood there, looking at each other. Then Ann moved her thumb from the back of Jennie's neck and down to the side, gently caressing the soft spot just below her ear. As the finger slid further down the side of Jennie's neck to tickle the sensitive skin, Ann leaned closer, her lips seeking Jennie's.
Jennie saw her leaning closer and instantly knew what she had in mind. She froze, mostly in shock, but there was a part of her that wanted to stand still, to let it happen. Then her conscious reasserted itself, and she pulled away.
Again they stood still, facing each other, Ann's hand still on Jennie's neck. Ann's face was only inches away; Jennie could just barely focus on her. Looking desperately for something to say, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I... I have a girlfriend..." She let it trail away, realizing how lame it sounded.
"So do I," Ann replied, her voice low and soft, her lips so close Jennie felt her warm breath on her face. "I'm not asking you to elope with me, you know."
"I... We shouldn't do this," Jennie persisted. She was extremely aware of Ann's closeness, and while a part of her wanted desperately to get away, another part of her wanted nothing of the sort. Get a hold of yourself, she silently admonished herself. Still, that tiny voice persisted.
"Why not?" Ann asked, inching closer. "It's not like I'm asking you to leave your girlfriend. Just you and I, enjoying ourselves. Enjoying each other..." She leaned even closer, her lips seeking out Jennie's once again.
With her back against the cupboard, Jennie had nowhere to move, so she turned her head aside. This didn't deter Ann, and Jennie could feel her lips press gently against her left cheek, kissing her softly. Then her lips moved down, past the line of her jaw and down to her throat. Again, Jennie froze, too overwhelmed to do or say anything. Ann might have taken it for acceptance, because her lips became a little more insistent, parting a little as they kissed the soft skin of Jennie's throat. Jennie could feel the wet warmth of Ann's mouth on the skin of her throat, and this sensation brought her back to her senses again. She brought her hands up to push Ann away, but Ann was standing a little closer than Jennie had figured; instead of to her shoulders, Jennie's hands went straight to Ann's breasts.
When Jennie felt her own hands cupping Ann's breasts, she nearly panicked. No matter what she did, she seemed to be unable to escape Ann's gentle but persistent advances. She tried to pull her hands away, but Ann swiftly pressed closer, putting her other arm around Jennie and hugging her close in a soft but firm embrace, trapping Jennie's hands between their bodies, still cupping her breasts. Tilting her head, Ann once again sought Jennie's lips with her own, and this time she wasn't quick enough to turn away.
Jennie felt Ann's lips on her own, kissing her softly, gently taking Jennie's lips between her own, sucking tenderly, trying to get her to open her mouth for her. The only thing Jennie could think of was to keep her lips together, but that didn't solve her problem. Short of physical violence, she couldn't think of anything to get Ann to cease her advances. Had a man behaved like this, she would have slapped him silly, but somehow that just didn't seem like an option here.
Ann's kisses were becoming more fervent, and Jennie racked her brain for some way out of her dilemma. Then, to her horror, she could feel Ann's nipples hardening, poking her palms through the bra. This gave her the surge she needed, and she wrenched herself out of Ann's embrace.
"No... please, I can't... we mustn't do this..." She was breathless; she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath while Ann had been trying to kiss her.
"What's so wrong about it?" Ann queried, still standing with her whole body pressed against Jennie.
"I won't cheat on Pam!" Jennie flared. She yanked her hands away from Ann's breasts, but realized that might have been a mistake, as she could now feel Ann's breasts pressing directly against her. For some reason, this made her throat go dry.
"You can always tell her about it when you get home," Ann said, her voice soothing. "It isn't cheating if she knows about it. And besides, what makes you so sure she'll mind?"
That last argument stopped Jennie cold. What did she mean, she wouldn't mind? Of course she'd mind. She loved her; she wouldn't want her to sleep around with other people. Would she?
Her train of thought was interrupted as Ann's lips found hers again. The kiss was soft and tender, not at all intrusive. Ann's lips were soft; Jennie could smell faint traces of perfume. Her breasts pressed hard against Jennie's own smaller ones. As the kiss lingered, Jennie could taste Ann's lipstick.
And with a start, she realized that she was becoming aroused.
Jennie couldn't believe what was happening. She had never been attracted to Ann, would never have believe that she could excite her like this. But there it was, and there was no mistaking it. She could feel that familiar tingle as her nipples hardened in her bra, and the growing warmth between her thighs that signaled that her pussy was becoming wet. She felt her lips yielding to Ann's, and almost immediately the tip of Ann's tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth.
Her mind spinning in place, Jennie was at a loss as to what to do. Ann's tongue was probing her mouth gently, touching her own tongue, but Jennie didn't dare respond. Her own excitement was undeniable now, her pussy leaking juice into her panties, but something held her back.
She wasn't cheating on Pam if she didn't do anything. She couldn't help it if Ann did things to her, and as long as she didn't respond, it wasn't her fault. At another time this logic would have been preposterous, but right now it was a life buoy in a stormy sea, and Jennie clung to it as hard as she could.
Sensing that Jennie had stopped resisting, Ann's advances became bolder. Her hands went to Jennie's neck, where she put them, fingers splayed, on either side of her neck, while her thumbs caressed the soft skin of Jennie’s throat and the underside of her jaw. She started applying more pressure with her lips, trying to get Jennie to respond. She put her thumbs on Jennie's chin and Jennie opened her mouth further without resisting. Ann's tongue pushed deeper into Jennie's mouth. Still there was no response. Ann wasn't sure what to make of Jennie's passive attitude, but right now she didn't care. Her pussy was on fire, her pulse pounding in her ears. She fully intended to take Jennie right here and now. Besides, this wasn't Ann's first time with another woman; she was quite confident that she could coax Jennie into cooperating willingly as soon as she really got to work on her.
Ann let one hand drop, teasing it inside Jennie's jacket, cupping her breast and squeezing it. She could feel the younger woman's nipple standing out hard under her hand and felt a touch of surprise. Jennie certainly didn't act like she was turned on. Letting her hand drop down to Jennie's crotch, Ann pushed it between her legs, feeling her pussy. The heat radiating from between the brunette's legs was easily noticeable; there could be no doubt that Jennie was excited. If that was the case, though, why was she acting so strange? She just stood there, here hands behind her back, supporting her weight on the cupboard, passively accepting Ann's caresses.
Ann went back to kissing Jennie passionately while at the same time massaging her clit through her clothes, determined to elicit some sort of response. As Ann's fingers started working on her pussy, Jennie gave a soft moan and bucked her hips a little, but without any further signs of pleasure. Beginning to feel a little frustrated, Ann decided another approach was called for.
Jennie took a deep breath when Ann's lips left hers. She was feeling dizzy and light-headed, but told herself it was lack of air, nothing more. It certainly wasn't because the kiss had any effect on her. Ann was also breathing heavily, her lips swollen from the kiss, Jennie noticed, their lipsticks smeared over her lips. The blonde woman took a step back and regarded Jennie imperiously.
"Open your pants," Ann whispered.
Jennie blinked, confused by the sudden change in her tone. Her hands let go of the cupboard behind her, and seemingly of their own volition, moved to the front of her slacks. There they stopped, hesitating.
"Go ahead. Open your pants," Ann whispered, louder this time.
Jennie's pussy was throbbing now, and she ached to do what Ann told her to. If I just do what she tells me to, it's all right, she thought. As soon as the thought formed, she felt as though a weight was lifted from her, and her fingers eagerly started fumbling open the button and zipper of her slacks.
Moving in close, Ann peeled aside Jennie's slacks, exposing the blue satin panties underneath. Then she pulled up her shirttails, her fingers caressing the younger woman's flat belly.
Jennie was trembling with suppressed excitement. Ann's touch sent sparks of excitement through her, making her stomach go tight in trepidation and lust. Her breath caught in her throat as Ann's fingers stroked her belly, moving downwards all the time. As the fingers reached the waistband of her panties, a small moan forced its way out of her. Ann paused for a moment, and then her fingers slid underneath the elastic waistband and into Jennie's panties. Ann gave her another open-mouthed kiss as her hand pushed its way between her legs, palm up, her fingers combing through Jennie's closely trimmed pubic hair and down to the wet, clean-shaven pussy lips. As those fingers slid over her clit, Jennie moaned into Ann's mouth, her knees trembling. Ann kept pushing her hand deeper between Jennie's thighs, her probing fingers seeking her wet hole with slow, relentless precision.
Ann broke off the kiss, pulling her head back to look into Jennie's eyes. "Kiss me," she ordered.
Jennie hesitated. If she kissed her, she would be participating in this. Her desire to kiss Ann fought with her reluctance to cheat on her husband. Then suddenly a solution dawned. Ann had ordered her to kiss her, and therefore Jennie wasn't to blame for doing so. As long as it wasn't her own idea, it wasn't really her fault. With this (to her) brilliant insight, she eagerly leaned towards the older woman.
Ann's free hand came up, stopping her. "A real kiss, with your tongue," she instructed in a whisper. "And you don't stop until I do."
Jennie stared at her, eyes wide with excitement. Ann's fingers were poised at the entrance to her pussy, gently massaging the inner lips with her fingertips without actually penetrating her, and Jennie could feel the innermost joint of Ann's fingers rub against her clit. Intoxicated with desire, the slender brunette leaned forward, closing the distance between their moist lips.
As soon as their lips met, Jennie pushed her tongue into Ann's mouth, feeling their tongues slide together as Ann did the same to her. Simultaneously, Ann plunged two fingers into Jennie's pussy. Her fingers didn't penetrate very deep; since Jennie was still wearing her pants and panties, Ann couldn't move her hand as freely as she otherwise would, but it was still enough to cause Jennie's knees to give in completely. If not for the blonde's hand between her legs, Jennie would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.
As Jennie staggered to regain her footing while at the same time trying to impale herself on the fingers working her sopping pussy, Ann grabbed the back of her head, clenching her fist around a handful of her hair. "Feel my tits," she said, a tone of command still in her voice. She didn't know if Jennie responded to her orders because she was a submissive or because she was confused; the two women had never discussed their personal lives much with each other, and certainly not something as intimate as that. At the moment, though, she didn't much care why it worked, only that it did.
And worked it did. As she pulled Jennie's head to her for another kiss, she felt her secretary's hands move to cup her breasts again. This time it was different from that first, accidental touch; Jennie's hands squeezed the soft globes through the layers of cloth covering them. Ann worked her fingers expertly on Jennie's pussy, feeling the smooth satin against the back of her hand as the slick juices coated her fingers and palm.
Jennie was grinding her hips against the fingers inside her pussy. All thoughts of resistance washed away in a surge of raw lust. Her mind wasn't even making up excuses for her anymore; there was room only for the overpowering need to reach orgasm. She squeezed Ann's breasts, kneading her nipples between her fingers, while their tongues slid and swirled around each other. Her orgasm was approaching fast now, and little staccato whimpers issued from her mouth, muted by Ann's sucking, massaging lips. At last she reached the edge, and with a final whimper she tipped over, her pussy contracting around Ann's fingers. She threw her head back and moaned, then buried her face in the hollow of Ann's neck. Her entire body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm roared its course through her, and she clung to Ann as though she was afraid she would be washed away in its currents.
Eventually the trembling ended, the orgasm having run its course. Her hands resting on Ann's shoulders, Jennie looked up, her face flushed, and met her glance. Slowly, deliberately, Ann withdrew her fingers from Jennie's pussy, holding her hand up between them. Her fingers and hand glistened with Jennie's juices, and with the same slowness, Ann parted her lips and put her index finger in her mouth. She closed her lips around the digit in a profoundly sensual way that sent a shiver through Jennie, and then she could see the older woman's cheeks hollow as she sucked her finger clean of Jennie's juice.
With a faint pop she pulled her finger from her mouth and licked her lips while giving Jennie a teasing, naughty smile. Then she held her middle finger to Jennie's lips, and said, "Open up". Jennie did what she was told; this was not the first time she had tasted her own juices, and she found nothing shocking about the act. Quite the contrary, she'd always found the taste of herself erotic. Sucking Ann's long, manicured finger into her mouth, she used her tongue to lick it clean, the taste of herself filling her mouth. She was almost a little disappointed when Ann pulled her finger back out.
Ann let go of Jennie's hair and gently smoothed it back down. She gave Jennie a brief, sensual kiss, then stepped back. Leaning her hips on Jennie's desk, she folded her arms under her breasts and smiled.
"Take off your clothes," she said. When Jennie hesitated, she let a little authority into her voice. "Go on, take them off. Your pants first."
Still a little dazed from her orgasm, Jennie did as she was told. Her hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of her pants, pulling them down. She had to kick off her shoes before she could get her pants past her ankles. Then, looking at Ann as for affirmation, she peeled her soggy panties off as well, kicking them to the side.
"Touch yourself," Ann commanded.
There was nothing Jennie wanted to do more. Her pussy was wetter than she could remember having been for many years, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to speak. She fully intended, however, to remain in complete control until she stepped past the point of no return of her own volition, and not because she had to be told to.
In response to her boss' command, Jennie slipped a finger between her legs, sliding it into the crack between her swollen pussy lips. She shuddered as it rubbed over her clit, and she felt the first stirrings of reawakened arousal. She looked at Ann watching her stimulate herself, and noticed the lovely blonde lick her lips, her eyes behind the oval glasses riveted on the dark patch between Jennie's thighs.
"Now the rest," Ann instructed. "Take it all off."
Jennie complied, slipping her jacket from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then, fingers not entirely steady, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She began at the bottom, working her way up, exposing more and more of her belly as she went. The hunger in Ann's eyes was noticeable, and Jennie felt herself becoming even more excited. There is nothing quite so arousing as watching someone else want you, she thought hazily to herself. Finally, she undid the last button, letting her blouse fall open in front. There was something incredibly sexy about being made to strip like this, while the other woman remained full clothed. She let the blouse go the way of her jacket, until she stood in front of Ann naked except her bra. Ann nodded for her to continue, and Jennie reached behind her back, undoing the clasp. Then she held her arms out in front of her, the bra sliding from her shoulders and down along her arms to land on the clothes-strewn floor. She looked down at herself and saw her nipples standing straight out, as hard as they'd ever been.
"Come here," Ann said, and Jennie couldn't help but notice haw hoarse her voice sounded. She walked over, her hips swaying seductively in spite of herself. Stopping right in front of Ann, so close their breasts almost touched, she looked at her expectantly.
Ann returned the look, deciding that it was time to move things along. "Well?" she asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" replied Jennie, uncertain about what she wanted her to do.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Ann wondered with a hint of impatience.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Jennie whispered, looking down at her feet.
"No," Ann said. "I think it's about time you decided what to do." When Jennie gave her a startled look, she reached up and cupped her cheek gently. "I don't want to go on telling you what to do. I want a lover, not a slave."
"I... I don't know if..." Jennie began.
"It's a little late for that now, wouldn't you say?" said Ann. "You weren't exactly putting up a fight a few minutes ago."
"But ..."
"If you're still worried about cheating on her, I would say it is a little late, don't you think?" Ann stroked her cheek, keeping her voice low and persuasive. "You've had your tongue in my mouth, your hands on my tits, and you just came all over my hand. You even licked my fingers clean," she reminded her. "Let's be honest here, you already have cheated. Now you have to decide if you want to run away and feel bad about yourself, or if you want to keep going and see where this leads."
Jennie was at a complete loss. On one hand, she desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened had been Ann's fault, herself just a reluctant accomplice. Her intellect new better, though, and it kept telling her that she had been equally to blame here, that none of this would have happened if she had truly been opposed to it. And while one part wanted to bolt from the office and hide in shame, her erotic side wanted nothing more than to stay, for as long as Ann wanted her to.
For what seemed to be the longest ten seconds in Ann's life Jennie stood there looking at her. Her mouth opened and closed several times, as if she was about to say something and then changed her mind. She looked down, her eyes staring into nothing, and then her brown eyes came up and looked straight into Ann's blue ones.
"Oh, hell," Jennie said almost inaudibly. Then she threw her arms around Ann, and hugging her to her, kissed her hard on the lips.
Ann felt her heart soar, and had her mouth not been busy, she might have given a whoop of lusty joy. Instead, she contended herself with hugging Jennie close with both arms, returning the kiss with a passion she hadn't felt in a long time. She rubbed her hands up and down Jennie's naked back, one plunging into her lustrous, raven-black hair, while the other moved down to her bottom, cupping a firm buttock. Ann felt a sting of envy as she felt the fit and supple body under her hands, realizing she was nowhere near as trim as the pale-skinned brunette in her arms. The insistent pressure in her pussy soon banished those thoughts from her mind, and she gave herself completely to the building passion.
Jennie was every bit as excited as she had been before her orgasm. She rubbed her entire body against Ann, feeling the fabric of her outfit rub tantalizingly against her nipples, thighs and belly. She had never dreamed she could be so aroused from simply being naked in the presence of someone with all her clothes on; there was a delightful tingle of submissiveness, or something very much like it.
Their hips were grinding together, as the kiss went on and on.
Eventually the need for air became too great, and their lips parted again. Ann looked at Jennie, breathing heavily. Casting a glance at the door, she took Jennie's hand, pulling her along. m"Let's go into my office," she said, her eyes gleaming. Jennie returned the smile and followed willingly, not letting go of the hand.
Once inside Ann's office, they kissed again, Ann reached behind Jennie to lock the door. There was no one else in the building as far as she knew, but it felt safer with the door locked.
Ann's office was slightly larger than Jennie's, with a thick wall-to-wall carpet. Aside from her large desk there were a leather couch and two matching easy chairs around a small table in one corner, as well as several shelves and bookcases along the walls. The only light came from a lamp on the desk and a floor lamp in one corner; the stark overhead lights were off.
Still embracing, the two women staggered across the floor until they bumped into Ann's desk. Ann hoisted herself up on the desk, leaning back while supporting herself on her arms, and spread her legs. "Bring me off," she whispered. "Please hurry."
Jennie slid a hand up a stocking-clad leg, feeling the warm, soft flesh of Ann's thigh under the smooth nylon. Her hand disappeared under the skirt, reaching the top of the stay-up, her fingertips suddenly touching bare flesh. She stroked the inside of Ann's thigh, pinching it lightly between her fingers. Ann was humping her hips against her impatiently, eager for her hand to move further up, her breathing even heavier now. Teasingly, Jennie moved her hand higher, feeling warm, damp silk and her thighs underneath. Ann was really turned on, lifting her hips off the desk in her eagerness. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it higher, exposing herself to the younger woman. Jennie stared with delight; even in the dimly lit office she could see the dark, damp patch in the crotch of Ann's panties. She bent at the waist, inhaling for the first time the musky scent of Ann’s wet pussy, feeling her own sex respond to the pheromones in the air.
She reached up under Ann's skirt with her other hand as well, and Ann compliantly raised her hips, allowing Jennie to push her skirt up to her waist. Then she took hold of the waistband of Ann’s panties and began pulling them down. The scent of aroused woman immediately became more pronounced, and Jennie felt light-headed with desire. She pulled Ann's panties down to her knees, then knelt to pull them down her ankles and off.
Ann, however, obviously mistook her kneeling position as something more. She reached down and placed a hand on Jennie's head, while at the same time pushing her hips towards her. "Oh yes, please," she all but begged, pulling Jennie's dark head towards her crotch. "Go down on me."
From her kneeling position, Jennie could see straight up between Ann's legs. She had never seen another woman's pussy before, and her eyes drank in very detail. Ann was obviously a natural blonde, her pubic hair such a light color she might as well have been shaved. Her outer lips were red and swollen, glistening with moisture, and Jennie could just make out her clit, its head protruding from its hiding place. Ann was still leaning back on the desk, supporting herself with one hand while resting the other on Jennie's head. She had pushed herself forward until her hips was on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide for Jennie to crawl between.
Jennie immediately knew what Ann wanted her to do and was torn between her desire to please her new lover and the feeling that things were progressing too fast. She wasn't entirely certain she was ready to taste her pussy just yet, and was a little intimidated by the thought. However, her mind went back to the delicious orgasm Ann had given her with her fingers, and she wondered what it would be like to go down on her boss. Pam had eaten her out more times than she could count, and there was something so very feminine and exciting about another woman's face between her legs. Realizing that she could not expect Ann to do to her what she wouldn't do to her, Jennie scooted between Ann's legs, her eyes fixed on the wet pussy in front of her.
Ann spread her legs even farther apart, finding herself incapable of looking away from Jennie's face as she gingerly leaned closer. Only in her most fervent hopes had she dreamed this evening would come to this. Working late with Jennie for several days in a row had made her consider trying to seduce her and knowing that this would be their last late night together, she had dressed accordingly, with silk lingerie and stockings instead of pantyhose. She had spent most of the evening trying to muster the nerve to make a pass at her. In truth, she hadn't realistically believed that she'd get anything more than a few kisses and maybe some fondling out of it tonight; she had figured on several more days of working on Jennie, getting her used to the idea of an affair. Now, with Jennie's lips trailing wetly up the inside of her thigh, Ann couldn't believe this was happening.
Jennie's lips and tongue were moving steadily up the inside of Ann's thigh. She luxuriated in the feeling of the baby-soft skin of the other woman's inner thighs, placing sucking kisses closer and closer to her pussy. The heady scent of her musk filled Jennie's nostrils, and she actually felt her mouth watering as she drew closer and closer.
Finally, she was there, having kissed her way from the top of Ann's stockings to the point where her pussy hair tickled the tip of her nose. Taking a breath, she put her hands on the insides of Ann's thighs, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her labia. Ann moaned, twitching in anticipation, and intertwined her fingers deeper in Jennie's hair. Jennie, feeling emboldened by her response, kissed her pussy again, this time a little harder. Inhaling her scent deeply, she started planting little kisses all over Ann's pussy. She felt her lips get wet with her juices, and paused for a moment to lick them clean. Ann's juices tasted rich and slightly pungent, and Jennie found herself enjoying the taste. Taking a deep breath, she stuck out her tongue and slowly touched it to her lover's pussy.
Jennie began flicking her tongue at Ann's pussy, starting just below the opening of her pussy and working her way upwards with fast, little licks that barely touched the moist, sensitive skin. As Ann moaned and writhed, Jennie found herself thoroughly enjoying it. She gave Ann's clit a few quick licks in rapid succession and was rewarded with a heartfelt moan.
"Oh God, Jennie, don't stop, please don't stop," Ann groaned. Jennie couldn't help but feel proud of the fact that she was making the other woman moan and whimper like that, and this spurred her on and made her even bolder.
Leaving Ann's clit, Jennie started licking her outer labia, starting behind the hole and making her way up in a single slow lick, her tongue as wide as she could make it. She licked first one, then the other, alternating between the two and making sure she only just barely brushed the clit on the way. Ann was losing it, grinding her pussy against Jennie's face, trying to bring her clit into contact with that elusive tongue. Jennie put her arms on the outside of Ann's thighs, palms on her belly, trying to make her hold still. The sense of power was nearly as intoxicating as the taste and smell of Ann's juices, and she squeezed her own thighs together around her softly throbbing pussy.
After having teased Ann like that for a while, Jennie progressed to her inner lips, teasing them open with her tongue, circling her wet hole. After a few rounds she clamped her lips over the soaking wet orifice and plunged her tongue in as far as she could, swirling it around. She began moving her tongue in and out of Ann's pussy, lapping up as much of her pussy juice as she could, relishing the taste. She pressed her face into the soaking pussy, feeling her face becoming coated in moisture, loving every moment of it.
"Stop teasing me," she heard Ann beg. "Do my clit now. Please, lick my clit!"
The last word came out in a loud gasp as Jennie had mercy on her lover and went straight for her clit. She pursed her lips and clamped them around the small nub, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth. Ann grabbed at the back of her head with both hands while squeezing her head between her thighs. Jennie shifted her legs to a more comfortable position and settled in to feast on Ann's clitoris. She circled it with her tongue, then started licking it up and down very slowly. Then she started in with small, short licks, beginning slowly, then building up speed, then slowing back down again. Every time she slowed down Ann ground her pussy up against her, begging her to go faster, and when she did, Ann would urge her on, feeling her orgasm get closer. Jennie was completely absorbed in the task, one hand down between her own legs, rubbing her pussy in rhythm with her tongue playing with Ann's clit.
The end came when she inserted a finger into Ann's pussy. With her palm up and her middle finger nearly all the way in, she made a "come hither" gesture with her finger, probing the inside of Ann's pussy for that rough, rubbery spot. When she found it and applied pressure, Ann's hips gave a mighty jerk, the back of her head slamming hard into the desk and she gave a howl of pure pleasure. Two more licks across her clit, and she came with a power and intensity that was nearly frightening. She trashed and bucked on the desk, her head whipping from side to side as a wordless scream issued from her throat. Jennie hoped fervently that there was no one within earshot, or they would come running immediately, probably just pausing long enough to call the police. Ann's thighs were like a vice, locked around Jennie's head as Ann rode her face all the way through orgasm.
When she came down from wherever her climax had taken her, and her grip on Jennie's head weakened enough for her to get loose, Jennie stood and leaned over her. Her face was soaked in Ann's juices from her hairline to her chin, her hair was a mess, he pussy ached and her nipples were so stiff they actually hurt a little. As she stood naked over Ann, who still wore everything but her panties, Jennie felt like a complete slut, and to her surprise and delight, she loved it. She climbed onto the desk, straddling Ann's hips, and leaned down to kiss her. Ann returned the kiss with interests, and then proceeded to gently lick Jennie's face, like a cat washing her kitten.
"God, that was absolutely fantastic," she drawled. "Have you done this before?"
“ Did you like it?" Jennie replied with a little giggle.
"Oh, Jennie, you were marvelous," Ann purred. She stroked Jennie's flanks, her hands moving down to cup her buttocks. Jennie wiggled her hips a little and gave her a naughty smile.
"My goodness," she gasped in mock alarm. "I seem to have gone all wet again. What do you propose to do about it?"
"I can think of a thing or two..."
"So can I. But first though..." Jennie murmured as her hands went to the buttons in Ann's jacket, "I want to see your tits."
Ann smiled up at the naked woman straddling her, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get these
clothes off me."
"Oh, I will, don't worry," said Jennie, pushing the opened jacket out of the way to start working on the smaller buttons in Ann's blouse. She bowed her head to kiss and lick the hollow of her throat, then starting working her way down, her lips trailing just behind her fingers. Her tongue dipped between Ann's small tits, teasing the flesh and leaving a wet trail. Ann made little purring noises in the back of her throat, her hands slipping behind Jennie's arms, cupping her smaller breasts and playing with the nipples.
Ann's bra was a delicate silk-and-lace thing. Most important to Jennie, though, was the fact that it had a front clasp. She worked it loose, and Ann's breasts spilled out of their confinement. Obviously all natural, there was no sag once freed, flattening themselves against her ribcage. Jennie flicked her tongue across the nipples, then sucked them into her mouth, first one, then the other.
"Do you like my tits, Jennie?" asked Ann.
"Mmmm, they're lovely," Jennie replied
"You can have mine any time you want," purred Ann, arching her back a little under Jennie's caressing fingers and lips.
"I just might take you up on that," Jennie teased back.
In lieu of a response, Ann lifted her head from the desk and planted a wet kiss on Jennie's lips.
Letting go of her new playthings, Jennie climbed off the desk and pulled Ann upright. As soon as they were both standing, she slipped her hands inside Ann's blouse and pushed it, her jacket and her bra off her in one motion. Now that Ann was standing up Jennie could see her breasts. She reached up and cupped them in her hands, while Ann did the same to hers.
"I love your tits" Jennie pouted.
"Believe me, darling, yours are absolutely perfect," Ann said, admiring the firm round breasts she was caressing.
They embraced again, kissing deeply, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin as their bodies pressed together. For a little while they stood there, luxuriating in the closeness and warmth; then, as if on cue, they both reached down, sliding a hand between the other woman's thighs. Neither of them was surprised to find hot, moist flesh under her fingers. Slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, they began to masturbate each other, fingers working in perfect synch as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"Why don't we go over to that couch," suggested Ann, a catch in her voice.
"Uh-huh, let's," replied Jennie. Together they walked over to the couch, and Jennie sat down as Ann pulled her skirt down and kicked it aside. Then she straightened, brushing her blonde hair away from her face. She was completely naked now, except for her stockings, high heels and glasses. Ann's thighs weren't as firm as hers, Jennie noticed, and she had the slightest hint of a paunch, but to Jennie this just added to her attraction. The soft, overwhelming femininity of their lovemaking was an incredible turn-on.
"Lay back," Ann instructed as she removed her glasses and placed them on the table. Jennie did so, and Ann knelt on the edge of the couch. Then she turned to face in the direction of Jennie's feet, while swinging a leg over her so that she was straddling Jennie's head. Wriggling herself into a better position, Ann then lowered her wet pussy down onto Jennie's face while bending her head down between Jennie's legs.
Jennie reached up and grabbed Ann's buttocks, guiding her pussy down to her mouth. She already longed to taste her again, even though it was merely a few minutes since she had last pulled her tongue from Ann's sex. She could feel Ann’s hair tickle as it cascaded over her thighs, and Ann's lips as she tenderly kissed the insides of her thighs. Filled with anticipation, she felt those lips move closer and closer to her pussy, taking their time, teasing and playing. Then Ann gently licked Jennie's clit, and she pushed her hips up in delight while burying her own face in the wet folds above her face.
For quite some time, the dimly lit office was filled with the sounds of soft, moist lips and tongues kissing, probing and massaging wet pussies, and the soft moans of women slowly approaching climax. The musky scent in the room was overpowering, and the sexual temperature slowly rose. Jennie was in seventh heaven. She had a delicious pussy to play with any way she wanted, while a gorgeous woman was more than returning the favor between her own legs. The only way things could have been any better was if there had been some way that she could watch Ann's lips on her pussy at the same time. The feeling was exquisite, and she wished it would never stop. Ann's lips kissed, sucked and nibbled, while her tongue darted around, teasing and licking. Even though Pam was by no means was a stranger to going down on her, there was something subtly different about the way Ann did it. Maybe it was that she was gentler, and used her lips more and her tongue less; or maybe it was simply that being an older woman herself, Ann had a better understanding of what felt good. Whatever it was, Jennie loved every moment of it.
Their bodies were becoming slick with sweat, their breasts and nipples rubbing against each other's bellies, hands stroking thighs and buttocks. Jennie felt a finger enter her pussy, soon to be accompanied by another, and hurried to do the same in return. She tried finding Ann's G-stop, but the angle was wrong, and she couldn't twist her hand far enough. She contended herself with pumping her fingers in and out of Ann's pussy in the same slow, steady rhythm she had adopted with her tongue. Ann did the same, and Jennie felt waves of pleasure pulsing from the inside of her pussy in counterpoint to the jolts emanating from her clit.
Then Ann pulled her fingers from Jennie's pussy, slowly sliding them even further down between her legs, even as two more replaced them inside her. Jennie gave a little start as Ann's fingers reached her rosebud and started rubbing it gently with the pads of her fingers. Jennie could feel her anus pucker with the touch, as Ann kept up the stimulation. Then, with the tight little hole was well and thoroughly lubricated with the juices on her finger, as well as the sweat that had trickled down, she very carefully pushed her middle finger inside.
Jennie gasped and twitched on the couch as Ann's finger entered her, but the other woman's weight on top of her made it effectively impossible to do anything about it. She just had to lie there as the long finger slowly pushed its way inside, twisting and turning inside her. Then Ann started working it in and out in pace with the two fingers inside her pussy, her tongue keeping up its work on her clit.
Jennie nearly lost it. The feeling was exquisite, sensual beyond anything she'd ever felt. Only one time with Pam had she ever had anything up her ass, and that certainly had not prepared her for this. Her entire lower abdomen seemed almost to dissolve and change into a warm, jelly-like substance only contained by her skin. With trembling hands she pulled her own two fingers out of Ann and moved them up to her behind, rubbing the moisture all over the puckered orifice. She plunged her tongue into Ann's pussy a few times, taking the opportunity to savor some of her juices before inserting two fingers from her other hand. Then she carefully pushed her fingers into both holes simultaneously, submerging them in Ann's body to the last knuckle in one smooth motion. Ann groaned, the sound muted between Jennie's legs, and pushed her hips back on Jennie's fingers, trying to force them deeper.
Both women felt that it wasn't long now, and their movements became more frantic as they drove each other relentlessly towards orgasm. Their bodies were perfectly attuned to each other now, and when they came, their climaxes were within seconds of each other. Somehow, they both managed to keep their mouths on each other all the way through orgasm, their lips, tongues and fingers teasing and probing, extending the pleasure for as long as possible.
After the last tremors of orgasm were over, they both lay there, Ann on top of Jennie, both too exhausted to be able to move and too sated to want to. Their bodies, coated in a sheen of sweat, cooled slightly as they regained their breath.
Finally, Ann got to her knees and turned around, looking down at Jennie who smiled lovingly up at her. She reached out to the blonde and pulled her down on top of her again, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her tenderly. For a little while longer they stayed there, lost in their own private world, Ann's hair falling down around Jennie's head like a curtain shutting out everything but their faces. Jennie squirmed a little, and Ann rose to her elbows.
"Sorry, Jennie, I didn't mean to squash you," Ann said, making to get up.
Jennie reached up and pulled her back down, hugging her tight. "Don't get up," she pleaded. "I like feeling you on top of me."
They exchanged another soft kiss.
For another minute or so they were silent, exchanging little kisses and caresses, relishing each other's warmth. Then a terrible suspicion dawned in Ann.
"Feeling guilty?" she asked, barely keeping the fear from her voice.
Jennie looked at her, obviously surprised. "No. Not in the least," she said firmly.
"What will you do about, you know, your girlfriend?"
Jennie pursed her lips in though. "I don't know. Maybe I'll tell him." She grinned. "I'll test the waters a little first, drop a few hints and such. See how he feels about it."
"It's just that I don't want this to have been a one-time sort of thing," Ann confided.
"Me neither," said Jennie. "We'll work something out..."
In her small but nicely furnished front office Jennie Andrews stretched languidly, hearing the joints pop in her spine as she did. She was stiff and sore from having spent too many hours bent over her keyboard. Her eyes were irritated from the glow of the monitor and the fluorescent overhead lights. She was tired, hungry and aching all over, and she wanted nothing more than to go home and collapse into bed, to sleep like the dead until morning.
Jennie hit the PRINT button on her keyboard, hearing the laser printer in the corner hum to life. She and her boss, Ms. Daniels, had been putting in long hours over the past month, but finally they were done. Now printing was the complete set of merger documents, which would go to the printer in the morning. Everything had to be in perfect order before the merger, every number scrutinized, every asset listed, every expense documented. Now all that remained was the final read-through. Jennie and Ms. Daniels were the last people in the building, and Jennie was tired of the long hours.
Getting to her feet, Jennie stretched again and walked over to the printer. She caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the window as she crossed the room, and nodded approvingly at herself. At 26 years of age, she worked out regularly, keeping herself fit in spite of having a job that mostly required her to sit behind a desk. She had long black hair and pale, alabaster skin completely without blemish. She had small, firm breasts, slender hips and long legs. All in all she was quite content with her appearance, and so, she knew, was her lover.
At the thought of Pam a small twinge of guilt went through her. With all the work these past couple of weeks she hardly had any time or energy for her, and that made her feel bad. Pam, however, was very understanding, secure enough not to feel pushed aside or slighted by Jennie’s work. For a moment Jennie entertained the notion of an hour or so of delicious sex before sleep, but regretfully pushed the thought aside. She knew very well that by the time she was through driving the twenty minutes home she'd be completely bushed, with barely enough energy to brush her teeth. I'll have to make it up to her this weekend, she thought.
This thought brought a dreamy smile to her face as she waited for the printer to finish. While they both knew neither of them looked like supermodels, they were confident enough with each other not to be embarrassed about their bodies, and this lack of self-consciousness coupled with inventiveness and willingness to experiment a little, meant that their sex life had remained fresh and exciting. Pam had been very supportive over these past weeks, and Jennie decided that something a little special would be appropriate. For her last birthday, she had bought a strapon and they had sex with it for the first time. While it hadn't made the earth shake for her, she knew Pam really enjoyed it. She decided right there and then that after work tomorrow she would pick up some massage oil and leave it out on her nightstand for her to see, letting her know how she intended to show her appreciation. The thought of driving Pam a little crazy with anticipation for a day or two made her pussy tingle; the anticipation of what was to come would make sex even more passionate for the days leading up to the event itself. Nothing excited Jennie more than the knowledge that she could always excite her lover.
As the pile of paper under the printer grew, the door to the inner office opened and Ms. Daniels came out. Ann Daniels was a tall blonde in her late thirties, long and very attractive. Her hair came to her shoulders, and her eyes were a clear blue. She was dressed in a fairly conservative business suit in dark blue and black, with a long jacket, blouse and a knee-length skirt.
Ms. Daniels walked over to Jennie, who was waiting for the last few pages to emerge from the printer. "How are they coming along, Jennie?" she asked, a hint of weariness in her voice as well.
"Fine, Ms. Daniels," Jennie replied. Although she privately thought of her superior as Ann, she always addressed her as Ms. Daniels. She, on her side, always addressed Jennie as Jennie; not to sound superior, Jennie knew, but so as not to be overly intimate and intrusive. Ann was easily the best boss Jennie had ever worked for, and she knew that the appreciation was mutual. Ann wholly deserved her position as department head. Jennie had the utmost respect for her.
As they stood there waiting for the printer to finish, Ann stretched, easing the kinks out of her neck and spine. Jennie glanced at her boss, and couldn't help but notice how the older woman's firm breasts strained against her blouse. She blushed faintly, embarrassed at having looked at the other woman, and returned her attention to the softly buzzing printer.
"I'm beat," Ann announced. "These past couple of weeks have been a pain, haven't they?"
"That's for certain," Jennie replied. "Pam must think I've forgotten she exists."
"Trouble at home?" Ann inquired. Then, when she saw Jennie look at her, she hastily went on. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
"No, there's no trouble," Jennie laughed. "It's just that, well, we haven't had much time together lately."
"I know what you mean," Ann said. "And I'm sorry I've been running you ragged lately." She reached up and placed a hand on Jennie's back, between her shoulder blades. "Tell you what; as compensation, why don't we both come in late tomorrow, say around noon. Treat ourselves to a little sleeping in."
"Oh, that'd be great," Jennie replied. She was feeling a little flustered by the friendly hand on her back. Ann had never touched her before, respecting her personal space. Not that she minded; but had a man touched her like that, Jennie would have felt uncomfortable, but that was not the case now.
Ann looked at her closely. "You do look a little exhausted," she said. She started rubbing gently between Jennie's shoulder blades. "And you're tense; your back is all tensed."
Jennie was suddenly aware that her back and neck was all tense, the muscles stiff. She felt Ann rub a little harder, easing away some of the tension. Ann's hand moved higher, under the black hair hanging down over Jennie's shoulders, her fingers touching the soft skin of her neck and rubbing the sore muscles there. Jennie became aware of how close the other woman was standing, the scent of her perfume and the warmth from her body. As the tension in her neck eased, Jennie felt a different kind of tension settle in her stomach. It was a new, but somehow strangely familiar feeling that she couldn't quite place. The two women were both standing very still, the only movement being the soft kneading of Ann's fingers on Jennie's neck. Neither said anything, and the silence almost noticeable as a physical thing.
The eerie mood was broken when the printer before them spat out the last sheet and gave a soft beep. Ann turned towards it to look, and this caused her to stand closer to Jennie. Jennie could suddenly feel the hard nipple of her boss' right breast against her left arm, and for a moment she was caught off balance. Then she twisted away in flustered embarrassment.
Ann turned back towards Jennie, not realizing what had startled her. Their movements meant that the two women were now standing close together, face to face, with Ann's arm still around Jennie's back, her hand on her neck.
For a moment they both stood there, looking at each other. Then Ann moved her thumb from the back of Jennie's neck and down to the side, gently caressing the soft spot just below her ear. As the finger slid further down the side of Jennie's neck to tickle the sensitive skin, Ann leaned closer, her lips seeking Jennie's.
Jennie saw her leaning closer and instantly knew what she had in mind. She froze, mostly in shock, but there was a part of her that wanted to stand still, to let it happen. Then her conscious reasserted itself, and she pulled away.
Again they stood still, facing each other, Ann's hand still on Jennie's neck. Ann's face was only inches away; Jennie could just barely focus on her. Looking desperately for something to say, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I... I have a girlfriend..." She let it trail away, realizing how lame it sounded.
"So do I," Ann replied, her voice low and soft, her lips so close Jennie felt her warm breath on her face. "I'm not asking you to elope with me, you know."
"I... We shouldn't do this," Jennie persisted. She was extremely aware of Ann's closeness, and while a part of her wanted desperately to get away, another part of her wanted nothing of the sort. Get a hold of yourself, she silently admonished herself. Still, that tiny voice persisted.
"Why not?" Ann asked, inching closer. "It's not like I'm asking you to leave your girlfriend. Just you and I, enjoying ourselves. Enjoying each other..." She leaned even closer, her lips seeking out Jennie's once again.
With her back against the cupboard, Jennie had nowhere to move, so she turned her head aside. This didn't deter Ann, and Jennie could feel her lips press gently against her left cheek, kissing her softly. Then her lips moved down, past the line of her jaw and down to her throat. Again, Jennie froze, too overwhelmed to do or say anything. Ann might have taken it for acceptance, because her lips became a little more insistent, parting a little as they kissed the soft skin of Jennie's throat. Jennie could feel the wet warmth of Ann's mouth on the skin of her throat, and this sensation brought her back to her senses again. She brought her hands up to push Ann away, but Ann was standing a little closer than Jennie had figured; instead of to her shoulders, Jennie's hands went straight to Ann's breasts.
When Jennie felt her own hands cupping Ann's breasts, she nearly panicked. No matter what she did, she seemed to be unable to escape Ann's gentle but persistent advances. She tried to pull her hands away, but Ann swiftly pressed closer, putting her other arm around Jennie and hugging her close in a soft but firm embrace, trapping Jennie's hands between their bodies, still cupping her breasts. Tilting her head, Ann once again sought Jennie's lips with her own, and this time she wasn't quick enough to turn away.
Jennie felt Ann's lips on her own, kissing her softly, gently taking Jennie's lips between her own, sucking tenderly, trying to get her to open her mouth for her. The only thing Jennie could think of was to keep her lips together, but that didn't solve her problem. Short of physical violence, she couldn't think of anything to get Ann to cease her advances. Had a man behaved like this, she would have slapped him silly, but somehow that just didn't seem like an option here.
Ann's kisses were becoming more fervent, and Jennie racked her brain for some way out of her dilemma. Then, to her horror, she could feel Ann's nipples hardening, poking her palms through the bra. This gave her the surge she needed, and she wrenched herself out of Ann's embrace.
"No... please, I can't... we mustn't do this..." She was breathless; she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath while Ann had been trying to kiss her.
"What's so wrong about it?" Ann queried, still standing with her whole body pressed against Jennie.
"I won't cheat on Pam!" Jennie flared. She yanked her hands away from Ann's breasts, but realized that might have been a mistake, as she could now feel Ann's breasts pressing directly against her. For some reason, this made her throat go dry.
"You can always tell her about it when you get home," Ann said, her voice soothing. "It isn't cheating if she knows about it. And besides, what makes you so sure she'll mind?"
That last argument stopped Jennie cold. What did she mean, she wouldn't mind? Of course she'd mind. She loved her; she wouldn't want her to sleep around with other people. Would she?
Her train of thought was interrupted as Ann's lips found hers again. The kiss was soft and tender, not at all intrusive. Ann's lips were soft; Jennie could smell faint traces of perfume. Her breasts pressed hard against Jennie's own smaller ones. As the kiss lingered, Jennie could taste Ann's lipstick.
And with a start, she realized that she was becoming aroused.
Jennie couldn't believe what was happening. She had never been attracted to Ann, would never have believe that she could excite her like this. But there it was, and there was no mistaking it. She could feel that familiar tingle as her nipples hardened in her bra, and the growing warmth between her thighs that signaled that her pussy was becoming wet. She felt her lips yielding to Ann's, and almost immediately the tip of Ann's tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth.
Her mind spinning in place, Jennie was at a loss as to what to do. Ann's tongue was probing her mouth gently, touching her own tongue, but Jennie didn't dare respond. Her own excitement was undeniable now, her pussy leaking juice into her panties, but something held her back.
She wasn't cheating on Pam if she didn't do anything. She couldn't help it if Ann did things to her, and as long as she didn't respond, it wasn't her fault. At another time this logic would have been preposterous, but right now it was a life buoy in a stormy sea, and Jennie clung to it as hard as she could.
Sensing that Jennie had stopped resisting, Ann's advances became bolder. Her hands went to Jennie's neck, where she put them, fingers splayed, on either side of her neck, while her thumbs caressed the soft skin of Jennie’s throat and the underside of her jaw. She started applying more pressure with her lips, trying to get Jennie to respond. She put her thumbs on Jennie's chin and Jennie opened her mouth further without resisting. Ann's tongue pushed deeper into Jennie's mouth. Still there was no response. Ann wasn't sure what to make of Jennie's passive attitude, but right now she didn't care. Her pussy was on fire, her pulse pounding in her ears. She fully intended to take Jennie right here and now. Besides, this wasn't Ann's first time with another woman; she was quite confident that she could coax Jennie into cooperating willingly as soon as she really got to work on her.
Ann let one hand drop, teasing it inside Jennie's jacket, cupping her breast and squeezing it. She could feel the younger woman's nipple standing out hard under her hand and felt a touch of surprise. Jennie certainly didn't act like she was turned on. Letting her hand drop down to Jennie's crotch, Ann pushed it between her legs, feeling her pussy. The heat radiating from between the brunette's legs was easily noticeable; there could be no doubt that Jennie was excited. If that was the case, though, why was she acting so strange? She just stood there, here hands behind her back, supporting her weight on the cupboard, passively accepting Ann's caresses.
Ann went back to kissing Jennie passionately while at the same time massaging her clit through her clothes, determined to elicit some sort of response. As Ann's fingers started working on her pussy, Jennie gave a soft moan and bucked her hips a little, but without any further signs of pleasure. Beginning to feel a little frustrated, Ann decided another approach was called for.
Jennie took a deep breath when Ann's lips left hers. She was feeling dizzy and light-headed, but told herself it was lack of air, nothing more. It certainly wasn't because the kiss had any effect on her. Ann was also breathing heavily, her lips swollen from the kiss, Jennie noticed, their lipsticks smeared over her lips. The blonde woman took a step back and regarded Jennie imperiously.
"Open your pants," Ann whispered.
Jennie blinked, confused by the sudden change in her tone. Her hands let go of the cupboard behind her, and seemingly of their own volition, moved to the front of her slacks. There they stopped, hesitating.
"Go ahead. Open your pants," Ann whispered, louder this time.
Jennie's pussy was throbbing now, and she ached to do what Ann told her to. If I just do what she tells me to, it's all right, she thought. As soon as the thought formed, she felt as though a weight was lifted from her, and her fingers eagerly started fumbling open the button and zipper of her slacks.
Moving in close, Ann peeled aside Jennie's slacks, exposing the blue satin panties underneath. Then she pulled up her shirttails, her fingers caressing the younger woman's flat belly.
Jennie was trembling with suppressed excitement. Ann's touch sent sparks of excitement through her, making her stomach go tight in trepidation and lust. Her breath caught in her throat as Ann's fingers stroked her belly, moving downwards all the time. As the fingers reached the waistband of her panties, a small moan forced its way out of her. Ann paused for a moment, and then her fingers slid underneath the elastic waistband and into Jennie's panties. Ann gave her another open-mouthed kiss as her hand pushed its way between her legs, palm up, her fingers combing through Jennie's closely trimmed pubic hair and down to the wet, clean-shaven pussy lips. As those fingers slid over her clit, Jennie moaned into Ann's mouth, her knees trembling. Ann kept pushing her hand deeper between Jennie's thighs, her probing fingers seeking her wet hole with slow, relentless precision.
Ann broke off the kiss, pulling her head back to look into Jennie's eyes. "Kiss me," she ordered.
Jennie hesitated. If she kissed her, she would be participating in this. Her desire to kiss Ann fought with her reluctance to cheat on her husband. Then suddenly a solution dawned. Ann had ordered her to kiss her, and therefore Jennie wasn't to blame for doing so. As long as it wasn't her own idea, it wasn't really her fault. With this (to her) brilliant insight, she eagerly leaned towards the older woman.
Ann's free hand came up, stopping her. "A real kiss, with your tongue," she instructed in a whisper. "And you don't stop until I do."
Jennie stared at her, eyes wide with excitement. Ann's fingers were poised at the entrance to her pussy, gently massaging the inner lips with her fingertips without actually penetrating her, and Jennie could feel the innermost joint of Ann's fingers rub against her clit. Intoxicated with desire, the slender brunette leaned forward, closing the distance between their moist lips.
As soon as their lips met, Jennie pushed her tongue into Ann's mouth, feeling their tongues slide together as Ann did the same to her. Simultaneously, Ann plunged two fingers into Jennie's pussy. Her fingers didn't penetrate very deep; since Jennie was still wearing her pants and panties, Ann couldn't move her hand as freely as she otherwise would, but it was still enough to cause Jennie's knees to give in completely. If not for the blonde's hand between her legs, Jennie would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.
As Jennie staggered to regain her footing while at the same time trying to impale herself on the fingers working her sopping pussy, Ann grabbed the back of her head, clenching her fist around a handful of her hair. "Feel my tits," she said, a tone of command still in her voice. She didn't know if Jennie responded to her orders because she was a submissive or because she was confused; the two women had never discussed their personal lives much with each other, and certainly not something as intimate as that. At the moment, though, she didn't much care why it worked, only that it did.
And worked it did. As she pulled Jennie's head to her for another kiss, she felt her secretary's hands move to cup her breasts again. This time it was different from that first, accidental touch; Jennie's hands squeezed the soft globes through the layers of cloth covering them. Ann worked her fingers expertly on Jennie's pussy, feeling the smooth satin against the back of her hand as the slick juices coated her fingers and palm.
Jennie was grinding her hips against the fingers inside her pussy. All thoughts of resistance washed away in a surge of raw lust. Her mind wasn't even making up excuses for her anymore; there was room only for the overpowering need to reach orgasm. She squeezed Ann's breasts, kneading her nipples between her fingers, while their tongues slid and swirled around each other. Her orgasm was approaching fast now, and little staccato whimpers issued from her mouth, muted by Ann's sucking, massaging lips. At last she reached the edge, and with a final whimper she tipped over, her pussy contracting around Ann's fingers. She threw her head back and moaned, then buried her face in the hollow of Ann's neck. Her entire body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm roared its course through her, and she clung to Ann as though she was afraid she would be washed away in its currents.
Eventually the trembling ended, the orgasm having run its course. Her hands resting on Ann's shoulders, Jennie looked up, her face flushed, and met her glance. Slowly, deliberately, Ann withdrew her fingers from Jennie's pussy, holding her hand up between them. Her fingers and hand glistened with Jennie's juices, and with the same slowness, Ann parted her lips and put her index finger in her mouth. She closed her lips around the digit in a profoundly sensual way that sent a shiver through Jennie, and then she could see the older woman's cheeks hollow as she sucked her finger clean of Jennie's juice.
With a faint pop she pulled her finger from her mouth and licked her lips while giving Jennie a teasing, naughty smile. Then she held her middle finger to Jennie's lips, and said, "Open up". Jennie did what she was told; this was not the first time she had tasted her own juices, and she found nothing shocking about the act. Quite the contrary, she'd always found the taste of herself erotic. Sucking Ann's long, manicured finger into her mouth, she used her tongue to lick it clean, the taste of herself filling her mouth. She was almost a little disappointed when Ann pulled her finger back out.
Ann let go of Jennie's hair and gently smoothed it back down. She gave Jennie a brief, sensual kiss, then stepped back. Leaning her hips on Jennie's desk, she folded her arms under her breasts and smiled.
"Take off your clothes," she said. When Jennie hesitated, she let a little authority into her voice. "Go on, take them off. Your pants first."
Still a little dazed from her orgasm, Jennie did as she was told. Her hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of her pants, pulling them down. She had to kick off her shoes before she could get her pants past her ankles. Then, looking at Ann as for affirmation, she peeled her soggy panties off as well, kicking them to the side.
"Touch yourself," Ann commanded.
There was nothing Jennie wanted to do more. Her pussy was wetter than she could remember having been for many years, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to speak. She fully intended, however, to remain in complete control until she stepped past the point of no return of her own volition, and not because she had to be told to.
In response to her boss' command, Jennie slipped a finger between her legs, sliding it into the crack between her swollen pussy lips. She shuddered as it rubbed over her clit, and she felt the first stirrings of reawakened arousal. She looked at Ann watching her stimulate herself, and noticed the lovely blonde lick her lips, her eyes behind the oval glasses riveted on the dark patch between Jennie's thighs.
"Now the rest," Ann instructed. "Take it all off."
Jennie complied, slipping her jacket from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then, fingers not entirely steady, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She began at the bottom, working her way up, exposing more and more of her belly as she went. The hunger in Ann's eyes was noticeable, and Jennie felt herself becoming even more excited. There is nothing quite so arousing as watching someone else want you, she thought hazily to herself. Finally, she undid the last button, letting her blouse fall open in front. There was something incredibly sexy about being made to strip like this, while the other woman remained full clothed. She let the blouse go the way of her jacket, until she stood in front of Ann naked except her bra. Ann nodded for her to continue, and Jennie reached behind her back, undoing the clasp. Then she held her arms out in front of her, the bra sliding from her shoulders and down along her arms to land on the clothes-strewn floor. She looked down at herself and saw her nipples standing straight out, as hard as they'd ever been.
"Come here," Ann said, and Jennie couldn't help but notice haw hoarse her voice sounded. She walked over, her hips swaying seductively in spite of herself. Stopping right in front of Ann, so close their breasts almost touched, she looked at her expectantly.
Ann returned the look, deciding that it was time to move things along. "Well?" she asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" replied Jennie, uncertain about what she wanted her to do.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Ann wondered with a hint of impatience.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Jennie whispered, looking down at her feet.
"No," Ann said. "I think it's about time you decided what to do." When Jennie gave her a startled look, she reached up and cupped her cheek gently. "I don't want to go on telling you what to do. I want a lover, not a slave."
"I... I don't know if..." Jennie began.
"It's a little late for that now, wouldn't you say?" said Ann. "You weren't exactly putting up a fight a few minutes ago."
"But ..."
"If you're still worried about cheating on her, I would say it is a little late, don't you think?" Ann stroked her cheek, keeping her voice low and persuasive. "You've had your tongue in my mouth, your hands on my tits, and you just came all over my hand. You even licked my fingers clean," she reminded her. "Let's be honest here, you already have cheated. Now you have to decide if you want to run away and feel bad about yourself, or if you want to keep going and see where this leads."
Jennie was at a complete loss. On one hand, she desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened had been Ann's fault, herself just a reluctant accomplice. Her intellect new better, though, and it kept telling her that she had been equally to blame here, that none of this would have happened if she had truly been opposed to it. And while one part wanted to bolt from the office and hide in shame, her erotic side wanted nothing more than to stay, for as long as Ann wanted her to.
For what seemed to be the longest ten seconds in Ann's life Jennie stood there looking at her. Her mouth opened and closed several times, as if she was about to say something and then changed her mind. She looked down, her eyes staring into nothing, and then her brown eyes came up and looked straight into Ann's blue ones.
"Oh, hell," Jennie said almost inaudibly. Then she threw her arms around Ann, and hugging her to her, kissed her hard on the lips.
Ann felt her heart soar, and had her mouth not been busy, she might have given a whoop of lusty joy. Instead, she contended herself with hugging Jennie close with both arms, returning the kiss with a passion she hadn't felt in a long time. She rubbed her hands up and down Jennie's naked back, one plunging into her lustrous, raven-black hair, while the other moved down to her bottom, cupping a firm buttock. Ann felt a sting of envy as she felt the fit and supple body under her hands, realizing she was nowhere near as trim as the pale-skinned brunette in her arms. The insistent pressure in her pussy soon banished those thoughts from her mind, and she gave herself completely to the building passion.
Jennie was every bit as excited as she had been before her orgasm. She rubbed her entire body against Ann, feeling the fabric of her outfit rub tantalizingly against her nipples, thighs and belly. She had never dreamed she could be so aroused from simply being naked in the presence of someone with all her clothes on; there was a delightful tingle of submissiveness, or something very much like it.
Their hips were grinding together, as the kiss went on and on.
Eventually the need for air became too great, and their lips parted again. Ann looked at Jennie, breathing heavily. Casting a glance at the door, she took Jennie's hand, pulling her along. m"Let's go into my office," she said, her eyes gleaming. Jennie returned the smile and followed willingly, not letting go of the hand.
Once inside Ann's office, they kissed again, Ann reached behind Jennie to lock the door. There was no one else in the building as far as she knew, but it felt safer with the door locked.
Ann's office was slightly larger than Jennie's, with a thick wall-to-wall carpet. Aside from her large desk there were a leather couch and two matching easy chairs around a small table in one corner, as well as several shelves and bookcases along the walls. The only light came from a lamp on the desk and a floor lamp in one corner; the stark overhead lights were off.
Still embracing, the two women staggered across the floor until they bumped into Ann's desk. Ann hoisted herself up on the desk, leaning back while supporting herself on her arms, and spread her legs. "Bring me off," she whispered. "Please hurry."
Jennie slid a hand up a stocking-clad leg, feeling the warm, soft flesh of Ann's thigh under the smooth nylon. Her hand disappeared under the skirt, reaching the top of the stay-up, her fingertips suddenly touching bare flesh. She stroked the inside of Ann's thigh, pinching it lightly between her fingers. Ann was humping her hips against her impatiently, eager for her hand to move further up, her breathing even heavier now. Teasingly, Jennie moved her hand higher, feeling warm, damp silk and her thighs underneath. Ann was really turned on, lifting her hips off the desk in her eagerness. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it higher, exposing herself to the younger woman. Jennie stared with delight; even in the dimly lit office she could see the dark, damp patch in the crotch of Ann's panties. She bent at the waist, inhaling for the first time the musky scent of Ann’s wet pussy, feeling her own sex respond to the pheromones in the air.
She reached up under Ann's skirt with her other hand as well, and Ann compliantly raised her hips, allowing Jennie to push her skirt up to her waist. Then she took hold of the waistband of Ann’s panties and began pulling them down. The scent of aroused woman immediately became more pronounced, and Jennie felt light-headed with desire. She pulled Ann's panties down to her knees, then knelt to pull them down her ankles and off.
Ann, however, obviously mistook her kneeling position as something more. She reached down and placed a hand on Jennie's head, while at the same time pushing her hips towards her. "Oh yes, please," she all but begged, pulling Jennie's dark head towards her crotch. "Go down on me."
From her kneeling position, Jennie could see straight up between Ann's legs. She had never seen another woman's pussy before, and her eyes drank in very detail. Ann was obviously a natural blonde, her pubic hair such a light color she might as well have been shaved. Her outer lips were red and swollen, glistening with moisture, and Jennie could just make out her clit, its head protruding from its hiding place. Ann was still leaning back on the desk, supporting herself with one hand while resting the other on Jennie's head. She had pushed herself forward until her hips was on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide for Jennie to crawl between.
Jennie immediately knew what Ann wanted her to do and was torn between her desire to please her new lover and the feeling that things were progressing too fast. She wasn't entirely certain she was ready to taste her pussy just yet, and was a little intimidated by the thought. However, her mind went back to the delicious orgasm Ann had given her with her fingers, and she wondered what it would be like to go down on her boss. Pam had eaten her out more times than she could count, and there was something so very feminine and exciting about another woman's face between her legs. Realizing that she could not expect Ann to do to her what she wouldn't do to her, Jennie scooted between Ann's legs, her eyes fixed on the wet pussy in front of her.
Ann spread her legs even farther apart, finding herself incapable of looking away from Jennie's face as she gingerly leaned closer. Only in her most fervent hopes had she dreamed this evening would come to this. Working late with Jennie for several days in a row had made her consider trying to seduce her and knowing that this would be their last late night together, she had dressed accordingly, with silk lingerie and stockings instead of pantyhose. She had spent most of the evening trying to muster the nerve to make a pass at her. In truth, she hadn't realistically believed that she'd get anything more than a few kisses and maybe some fondling out of it tonight; she had figured on several more days of working on Jennie, getting her used to the idea of an affair. Now, with Jennie's lips trailing wetly up the inside of her thigh, Ann couldn't believe this was happening.
Jennie's lips and tongue were moving steadily up the inside of Ann's thigh. She luxuriated in the feeling of the baby-soft skin of the other woman's inner thighs, placing sucking kisses closer and closer to her pussy. The heady scent of her musk filled Jennie's nostrils, and she actually felt her mouth watering as she drew closer and closer.
Finally, she was there, having kissed her way from the top of Ann's stockings to the point where her pussy hair tickled the tip of her nose. Taking a breath, she put her hands on the insides of Ann's thighs, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her labia. Ann moaned, twitching in anticipation, and intertwined her fingers deeper in Jennie's hair. Jennie, feeling emboldened by her response, kissed her pussy again, this time a little harder. Inhaling her scent deeply, she started planting little kisses all over Ann's pussy. She felt her lips get wet with her juices, and paused for a moment to lick them clean. Ann's juices tasted rich and slightly pungent, and Jennie found herself enjoying the taste. Taking a deep breath, she stuck out her tongue and slowly touched it to her lover's pussy.
Jennie began flicking her tongue at Ann's pussy, starting just below the opening of her pussy and working her way upwards with fast, little licks that barely touched the moist, sensitive skin. As Ann moaned and writhed, Jennie found herself thoroughly enjoying it. She gave Ann's clit a few quick licks in rapid succession and was rewarded with a heartfelt moan.
"Oh God, Jennie, don't stop, please don't stop," Ann groaned. Jennie couldn't help but feel proud of the fact that she was making the other woman moan and whimper like that, and this spurred her on and made her even bolder.
Leaving Ann's clit, Jennie started licking her outer labia, starting behind the hole and making her way up in a single slow lick, her tongue as wide as she could make it. She licked first one, then the other, alternating between the two and making sure she only just barely brushed the clit on the way. Ann was losing it, grinding her pussy against Jennie's face, trying to bring her clit into contact with that elusive tongue. Jennie put her arms on the outside of Ann's thighs, palms on her belly, trying to make her hold still. The sense of power was nearly as intoxicating as the taste and smell of Ann's juices, and she squeezed her own thighs together around her softly throbbing pussy.
After having teased Ann like that for a while, Jennie progressed to her inner lips, teasing them open with her tongue, circling her wet hole. After a few rounds she clamped her lips over the soaking wet orifice and plunged her tongue in as far as she could, swirling it around. She began moving her tongue in and out of Ann's pussy, lapping up as much of her pussy juice as she could, relishing the taste. She pressed her face into the soaking pussy, feeling her face becoming coated in moisture, loving every moment of it.
"Stop teasing me," she heard Ann beg. "Do my clit now. Please, lick my clit!"
The last word came out in a loud gasp as Jennie had mercy on her lover and went straight for her clit. She pursed her lips and clamped them around the small nub, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth. Ann grabbed at the back of her head with both hands while squeezing her head between her thighs. Jennie shifted her legs to a more comfortable position and settled in to feast on Ann's clitoris. She circled it with her tongue, then started licking it up and down very slowly. Then she started in with small, short licks, beginning slowly, then building up speed, then slowing back down again. Every time she slowed down Ann ground her pussy up against her, begging her to go faster, and when she did, Ann would urge her on, feeling her orgasm get closer. Jennie was completely absorbed in the task, one hand down between her own legs, rubbing her pussy in rhythm with her tongue playing with Ann's clit.
The end came when she inserted a finger into Ann's pussy. With her palm up and her middle finger nearly all the way in, she made a "come hither" gesture with her finger, probing the inside of Ann's pussy for that rough, rubbery spot. When she found it and applied pressure, Ann's hips gave a mighty jerk, the back of her head slamming hard into the desk and she gave a howl of pure pleasure. Two more licks across her clit, and she came with a power and intensity that was nearly frightening. She trashed and bucked on the desk, her head whipping from side to side as a wordless scream issued from her throat. Jennie hoped fervently that there was no one within earshot, or they would come running immediately, probably just pausing long enough to call the police. Ann's thighs were like a vice, locked around Jennie's head as Ann rode her face all the way through orgasm.
When she came down from wherever her climax had taken her, and her grip on Jennie's head weakened enough for her to get loose, Jennie stood and leaned over her. Her face was soaked in Ann's juices from her hairline to her chin, her hair was a mess, he pussy ached and her nipples were so stiff they actually hurt a little. As she stood naked over Ann, who still wore everything but her panties, Jennie felt like a complete slut, and to her surprise and delight, she loved it. She climbed onto the desk, straddling Ann's hips, and leaned down to kiss her. Ann returned the kiss with interests, and then proceeded to gently lick Jennie's face, like a cat washing her kitten.
"God, that was absolutely fantastic," she drawled. "Have you done this before?"
“ Did you like it?" Jennie replied with a little giggle.
"Oh, Jennie, you were marvelous," Ann purred. She stroked Jennie's flanks, her hands moving down to cup her buttocks. Jennie wiggled her hips a little and gave her a naughty smile.
"My goodness," she gasped in mock alarm. "I seem to have gone all wet again. What do you propose to do about it?"
"I can think of a thing or two..."
"So can I. But first though..." Jennie murmured as her hands went to the buttons in Ann's jacket, "I want to see your tits."
Ann smiled up at the naked woman straddling her, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get these
clothes off me."
"Oh, I will, don't worry," said Jennie, pushing the opened jacket out of the way to start working on the smaller buttons in Ann's blouse. She bowed her head to kiss and lick the hollow of her throat, then starting working her way down, her lips trailing just behind her fingers. Her tongue dipped between Ann's small tits, teasing the flesh and leaving a wet trail. Ann made little purring noises in the back of her throat, her hands slipping behind Jennie's arms, cupping her smaller breasts and playing with the nipples.
Ann's bra was a delicate silk-and-lace thing. Most important to Jennie, though, was the fact that it had a front clasp. She worked it loose, and Ann's breasts spilled out of their confinement. Obviously all natural, there was no sag once freed, flattening themselves against her ribcage. Jennie flicked her tongue across the nipples, then sucked them into her mouth, first one, then the other.
"Do you like my tits, Jennie?" asked Ann.
"Mmmm, they're lovely," Jennie replied
"You can have mine any time you want," purred Ann, arching her back a little under Jennie's caressing fingers and lips.
"I just might take you up on that," Jennie teased back.
In lieu of a response, Ann lifted her head from the desk and planted a wet kiss on Jennie's lips.
Letting go of her new playthings, Jennie climbed off the desk and pulled Ann upright. As soon as they were both standing, she slipped her hands inside Ann's blouse and pushed it, her jacket and her bra off her in one motion. Now that Ann was standing up Jennie could see her breasts. She reached up and cupped them in her hands, while Ann did the same to hers.
"I love your tits" Jennie pouted.
"Believe me, darling, yours are absolutely perfect," Ann said, admiring the firm round breasts she was caressing.
They embraced again, kissing deeply, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin as their bodies pressed together. For a little while they stood there, luxuriating in the closeness and warmth; then, as if on cue, they both reached down, sliding a hand between the other woman's thighs. Neither of them was surprised to find hot, moist flesh under her fingers. Slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, they began to masturbate each other, fingers working in perfect synch as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"Why don't we go over to that couch," suggested Ann, a catch in her voice.
"Uh-huh, let's," replied Jennie. Together they walked over to the couch, and Jennie sat down as Ann pulled her skirt down and kicked it aside. Then she straightened, brushing her blonde hair away from her face. She was completely naked now, except for her stockings, high heels and glasses. Ann's thighs weren't as firm as hers, Jennie noticed, and she had the slightest hint of a paunch, but to Jennie this just added to her attraction. The soft, overwhelming femininity of their lovemaking was an incredible turn-on.
"Lay back," Ann instructed as she removed her glasses and placed them on the table. Jennie did so, and Ann knelt on the edge of the couch. Then she turned to face in the direction of Jennie's feet, while swinging a leg over her so that she was straddling Jennie's head. Wriggling herself into a better position, Ann then lowered her wet pussy down onto Jennie's face while bending her head down between Jennie's legs.
Jennie reached up and grabbed Ann's buttocks, guiding her pussy down to her mouth. She already longed to taste her again, even though it was merely a few minutes since she had last pulled her tongue from Ann's sex. She could feel Ann’s hair tickle as it cascaded over her thighs, and Ann's lips as she tenderly kissed the insides of her thighs. Filled with anticipation, she felt those lips move closer and closer to her pussy, taking their time, teasing and playing. Then Ann gently licked Jennie's clit, and she pushed her hips up in delight while burying her own face in the wet folds above her face.
For quite some time, the dimly lit office was filled with the sounds of soft, moist lips and tongues kissing, probing and massaging wet pussies, and the soft moans of women slowly approaching climax. The musky scent in the room was overpowering, and the sexual temperature slowly rose. Jennie was in seventh heaven. She had a delicious pussy to play with any way she wanted, while a gorgeous woman was more than returning the favor between her own legs. The only way things could have been any better was if there had been some way that she could watch Ann's lips on her pussy at the same time. The feeling was exquisite, and she wished it would never stop. Ann's lips kissed, sucked and nibbled, while her tongue darted around, teasing and licking. Even though Pam was by no means was a stranger to going down on her, there was something subtly different about the way Ann did it. Maybe it was that she was gentler, and used her lips more and her tongue less; or maybe it was simply that being an older woman herself, Ann had a better understanding of what felt good. Whatever it was, Jennie loved every moment of it.
Their bodies were becoming slick with sweat, their breasts and nipples rubbing against each other's bellies, hands stroking thighs and buttocks. Jennie felt a finger enter her pussy, soon to be accompanied by another, and hurried to do the same in return. She tried finding Ann's G-stop, but the angle was wrong, and she couldn't twist her hand far enough. She contended herself with pumping her fingers in and out of Ann's pussy in the same slow, steady rhythm she had adopted with her tongue. Ann did the same, and Jennie felt waves of pleasure pulsing from the inside of her pussy in counterpoint to the jolts emanating from her clit.
Then Ann pulled her fingers from Jennie's pussy, slowly sliding them even further down between her legs, even as two more replaced them inside her. Jennie gave a little start as Ann's fingers reached her rosebud and started rubbing it gently with the pads of her fingers. Jennie could feel her anus pucker with the touch, as Ann kept up the stimulation. Then, with the tight little hole was well and thoroughly lubricated with the juices on her finger, as well as the sweat that had trickled down, she very carefully pushed her middle finger inside.
Jennie gasped and twitched on the couch as Ann's finger entered her, but the other woman's weight on top of her made it effectively impossible to do anything about it. She just had to lie there as the long finger slowly pushed its way inside, twisting and turning inside her. Then Ann started working it in and out in pace with the two fingers inside her pussy, her tongue keeping up its work on her clit.
Jennie nearly lost it. The feeling was exquisite, sensual beyond anything she'd ever felt. Only one time with Pam had she ever had anything up her ass, and that certainly had not prepared her for this. Her entire lower abdomen seemed almost to dissolve and change into a warm, jelly-like substance only contained by her skin. With trembling hands she pulled her own two fingers out of Ann and moved them up to her behind, rubbing the moisture all over the puckered orifice. She plunged her tongue into Ann's pussy a few times, taking the opportunity to savor some of her juices before inserting two fingers from her other hand. Then she carefully pushed her fingers into both holes simultaneously, submerging them in Ann's body to the last knuckle in one smooth motion. Ann groaned, the sound muted between Jennie's legs, and pushed her hips back on Jennie's fingers, trying to force them deeper.
Both women felt that it wasn't long now, and their movements became more frantic as they drove each other relentlessly towards orgasm. Their bodies were perfectly attuned to each other now, and when they came, their climaxes were within seconds of each other. Somehow, they both managed to keep their mouths on each other all the way through orgasm, their lips, tongues and fingers teasing and probing, extending the pleasure for as long as possible.
After the last tremors of orgasm were over, they both lay there, Ann on top of Jennie, both too exhausted to be able to move and too sated to want to. Their bodies, coated in a sheen of sweat, cooled slightly as they regained their breath.
Finally, Ann got to her knees and turned around, looking down at Jennie who smiled lovingly up at her. She reached out to the blonde and pulled her down on top of her again, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her tenderly. For a little while longer they stayed there, lost in their own private world, Ann's hair falling down around Jennie's head like a curtain shutting out everything but their faces. Jennie squirmed a little, and Ann rose to her elbows.
"Sorry, Jennie, I didn't mean to squash you," Ann said, making to get up.
Jennie reached up and pulled her back down, hugging her tight. "Don't get up," she pleaded. "I like feeling you on top of me."
They exchanged another soft kiss.
For another minute or so they were silent, exchanging little kisses and caresses, relishing each other's warmth. Then a terrible suspicion dawned in Ann.
"Feeling guilty?" she asked, barely keeping the fear from her voice.
Jennie looked at her, obviously surprised. "No. Not in the least," she said firmly.
"What will you do about, you know, your girlfriend?"
Jennie pursed her lips in though. "I don't know. Maybe I'll tell him." She grinned. "I'll test the waters a little first, drop a few hints and such. See how he feels about it."
"It's just that I don't want this to have been a one-time sort of thing," Ann confided.
"Me neither," said Jennie. "We'll work something out..."
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