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Authors name: stardust_memories (address withheld)
Story title : Promise, The
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The Promise
by stardust_memories (address withheld)
***
Two female office workers begin an affair that leads to
swinging and experiments with sex. (FF, ws, 1st-lesbian
expr, work)
***
I had worked at Laramie and Hastings Law Offices
for a little over two years when I discovered the dark
side of myself. Being a two-girl office as it is, my
desk faces my office mate Norma, our desks pushed
front to front to take up as small a space as possible.
Since Mr. Laramie and his partner Norman Hastings
are quite active in their civil law practice, Norma and
I are very often left alone in the office while they are
in court.
Aged thirty-two and divorced for some four years,
Norma is a bit on the heavy side in stature. She is
what’s commonly known as a BBW in computer
shorthand, a shorthand that both she and I are very
familiar with due to the fact that whenever our bosses
are in court we often giggle together as we surf the
internet. Although quite attractive in the face with her
tawny blonde hair and pale blue eyes, Norma could
well afford to lose some forty pounds or so. She is
several inches past being “pleasantly plump”. But as
they say, she has a great personality.
As for me, I am thirty-seven and have been married
to my husband Jason for the past fifteen years. We
have two children a son fifteen and a daughter of
seventeen… Kevin and Megan respectively. My
husband Jason is a department manager at a local
Sears’s store and has been there since before we were
married. I am a brunette, rather tall (almost 5’9”)
with greenish blue eyes, and even after two kids I can
still manage to turn a few heads when I walk into a
restaurant. Although actually a bit on the slender
side, I have great legs and breasts that haven't given
up the fight against the pull of gravity as yet.
(I suppose that is enough basic information, but not
being a professional writer, I don’t know if I should
include more information or not. If I think of
something that might be pertinent to this story as I
write it, I will add it as I go along.)
I suppose the story really begins one rainy August
day last year. It was a Tuesday afternoon and the
guys had been in court all day. Ken had called and
told us that he and Mr. Hastings were going straight
home after court and that we should lock up
whenever we wanted to. Since it was only two-thirty
in the afternoon and neither Norma nor I had any
reason to go home so early, we decided to do a bit of
Internet surfing again. I had scooted my chair around
the desks so that we were seated side by side in front
of her computer.
We visited several sites and chat rooms that we had
visited before, then somehow Norma entered us into
a porn site where the first picture that popped up was
of two women, one slender and the other a BBW. It
was a very graphic picture that depicted the two
women completely naked, the heavier one on her
stomach on a bed while the more slender woman was
kneeling behind her, fucking her with obvious relish
using some sort of strap-on dildo. It surprised and
shocked us both a little, even though we had seen
numerous hardcore pics before when we were
playing around on the computer. It was Norma that
stated the obvious first.
“Damn…those two women look a little like us,” she
said, giggling nervously. Then out of a clear blue sky
came the shocker! “I wish it WAS us, Maggie!”
(Oh yeah…my name is Margaret…Maggie for
short.)
I remember my stomach turning a somersault as I
realized what she had said. My first instinct was to
get up and run like hell! But instead, I tried to make a
joke out of it! “No problem…lie down on the desk
and we’ll get to it, babe!” I laughed nervously. “But I
guess I’ll have to figure out a way to tie the stapler to
my crotch!”
Quietly, she reached up to shut down the computer.
As I started to roll my chair away, she grabbed the
back of the chair to stop me. “Please don’t be mad at
me, Maggie. It’s just that I’m so frustrated lately I
guess. I haven’t had a date for so long I can’t even
remember when the last time was. Hey…it ain’t easy
for fat and ugly broads like me to talk some guy into
hopping into their beds, you know?”
“You’re not ugly and fat,” I said quickly. “You’re a
darned good looking woman, Norma! Maybe you
could lose a little weight, but any guy would be lucky
to have you in his bed!” I took a deep breath. “I’m
not mad at you, honest I’m not! And I can understand
why you might be frustrated…sexually. But…gee…I
would never have thought that you might want to
have sex with another woman.”
(Of course Jason has thought about it… he would
love to see me making out with another woman
…one of his favorite fantasies)
“I know…and I understand. I shouldn’t have said
anything like that Maggie! I honestly don’t know
what’s come over me lately. I look at you sitting
across from me and I start imagining things. But the
strange part is that I’m not a lesbian. At least I don’t
think I am! I’ve never had any sort of sexual thing
with another woman! But sometimes when I’m
laying in bed, I think about you and then I start
to…well…you know what I mean.”
It was at that precise point in time that she lay her
hand on my knee. I could actually feel her hand
trembling as if prepared to jerk away at the slightest
sign of resistance. It seemed like a million things
spun around in my head in the space of a few
seconds. Confusion and fear, hesitancy and curiosity.
Hardly aware I was doing it, I twisted my chair
around so that I sat facing her, then slowly and
deliberately spread my knees wide apart as I leaned
forward and gently kissed her on the lips.
I heard her tiny gasp of surprise, then her tongue
darted between my lips as her hand moved up my leg
and under my skirt. It was my turn to gasp as her
fingers touched the crotch of my pantyhose. Tearing
my mouth away from hers, I looked into her eyes,
eyes that were clouded and glazed now. “We should
lock the door,” I said, astonished at how calm my
voice sounded.
I rose from my chair and moved to the door, my legs
feeling like sticks of wood, fingers trembling as I
turned the deadbolt on the door. Norma just sat there
staring at me with stunned expression as I lifted my
skirt about my waist and skimmed panties and
pantyhose down my legs in one fluid motion. Pulling
one foot free, I moved to stand in front of her again,
straddling her legs with my own. Putting my hands
on her head, I arched my back and pulled her head
forward until her face was pressed into the hollow of
my crotch. She slid from her chair to her knees on the
carpeted floor and I perched myself on the edge of
her desk as I felt the touch of her tongue licking me.
My husband has performed cunnilingus on me any
number of times, but never has he made me feel like
Norma’s tongue was making me feel. I literally had
her head clutched in my hands as I ground my pussy
against her mouth as if I was fucking her face. It was
only seconds before an intense orgasm shook my
body, causing me to squirt as small amount of urine
against her tongue. But she simply continued licking
and sucking at my pussy as though completely
unaware of what I had done. Then I groaned as a
second orgasm caused my insides to convulse and the
swollen nub of my clitoris grew sensitive to the point
of pain as she tongued it greedily.
Using my hands, I pushed her face away from my
crotch. “No more,” I gasped, “…no more…it hurts!”
Still on her knees on the floor, Norma looked up at
me, her eyes shining now and her entire face
glistening with my bodily fluids. “You made me
come,” she said softly, a single tear leaving a silvery
trail as it slid down her cheek. “I didn’t even touch
myself and you made me come. Thank you.”
A surge of affection for this lonely, overweight
woman washed over me. “You made me come too,” I
smiled down at her. “Twice!”
Awkwardly then, like a lumbering bear waking from
a long winter’s nap, she managed to pull herself to
her feet. Dropping into her chair, she watched as I
slid from the edge of the desk and stood up. Reaching
down to pick up my panties and pantyhose, I touched
my fingers to the side of her cheek.
“You are the one that needs to be thanked, Norma.
You were wonderful!”
End of Chapter One
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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