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Working Girls
by Hannah Miller (address withheld)
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An female ad exec is working late at night searching for
a new approach for a campaign she's working on when a
friend provides inspiration. (FF, 1st-lesbain-expr,
work)
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Sondra unbuttoned the top two buttons on her silk shirt
and sighed. Another late night slaving away on an ad
campaign. Coming up with artistic concepts for dumb
products, that she herself would probably never buy,
wasn't the easiest job in the world. 'But the money's
great,' she couldn't help thinking as she looked at the
face of her Gucci watch. "Well, its 8:30 PM," Sondra
said aloud, "I better get my ass in gear."
The halls of the usually rambunctious offices were empty
and silent. Even the nocturnal janitors had come and
gone for the evening. Sondra turned on some soft jazz
music from the transistor propped up on her drafting
table and rolled up her sleeves.
The ideas just weren't coming to her. She crossed and
uncrossed her long, tan legs several times and wondered
why she was so restless. It was a warm August night, but
one would never know it inside the windowless, heavily
air-conditioned office suites. Sondra shifted in her
chair, feeling stifled, lonely, restless.
'I need to shake myself out of this funk.' Sondra
thought, staring down at her blank sheet of newsprint.
She let her mind wander to the romance novel she had
left unfinished on her nightstand the previous evening.
The heroine of the story was on the verge of fucking a
handsome stranger in an airplane bathroom when Sondra
drifted off to sleep. She wondered how the scene
continued from there. 'I hope she gets it good.' Sondra
smiled to herself. 'In fact, I could use a roll in the
hay myself...'
Approaching footsteps interrupted Sondra's thoughts. The
fast, determined footsteps of someone who knows actually
where she is going. Sondra began to doodle furiously on
her notepad, not wanting to be caught in a daydream
mode.
"Hey there, busy girl," a high, professional voice
piped. "Are you trying to climb the corporate ladder
with hours like these?"
Sondra's face stretched into a slow smile. The voice
belonged to Lynette, a fashionable account executive she
had always admired from afar. Lynette was tall and thin,
olive-complected with an abundance of black silky hair
which she wore in a neat ponytail. She stood poised in
the doorway with a diet soda in one hand, file folder in
the other. Sondra couldn't help but admire the toned
legs which the visitor's short, tight skirt displayed
proudly.
"I'm just finishing up some work on the tanning lotion
campaign." Sondra said matter-of-factly, trying to
impress her coworker with her professionalism. She
wondered why the air-conditioned office seemed suddenly
so stuffy. She tried to avert her eyes from Lynette's
tightly, but immaculately, clad figure.
'Why is a woman causing such a physical reaction in me?'
Sondra asked herself. Conservative by nature, Sondra had
never let herself think of other women in anything but a
friendly manner, but Lynette was definitely attractive.
A few beads of sweat formed between her breasts.
"Yeah, I was trying to work too," Lynette said, taking a
seat opposite Sondra's drafting table. "But for some
reason I just can't seem to concentrate. Maybe it's the
full moon," she added wickedly, smiling in a way that
made Sondra flush. The artist brushed a few loose
strands of golden hair out of her eyes and focused on
her guest.
"I'm having the same problem," Sondra admitted with a
slight sigh. "I just feel so... so restless."
"Maybe you need some distraction," Lynette murmured,
looking her right in the eyes. Sondra was stunned,
wondering if the sexy executive was, in fact, flirting
with her. What surprised Sondra even more was the fact
that she was enjoying it. She felt a strange sensation
between her thighs--an eager tingling which slowly
spread up to her snatch. Sondra licked her lips and
returned Lynette's piercing gaze, trying to decipher the
sleek lady's intentions.
"I think you're right, Lynette," Sondra said earnestly,
feeling more confident that her guest wanted more than a
professional chat. "I could definitely use something
that would inspire me."
The two women's eyes locked.
An unspoken question was answered in a few brief moments
of gazing at one another. Something carnal, something
animal, was happening that both women were experiencing.
An electric current flowed between them in Sondra's
efficient little office, an energy source that neither
could control, but of which both were painfully aware.
Sondra leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on
the cool wood of the drafting table. She was feeling
lightheaded, as if in a dream. 'What is happening to
me?' she thought with delirious amusement, 'I think I'm
bewitched.' With eyes half closed, Sondra stared at the
other woman as she placed the soda can and folder
carefully on the floor.
Lynette approached Sondra and stared down at her from
her stance, not unlike a queen summoning her subjects.
She was so close that Sandra could feel her warm breath
on her face, heating her own skin like a hairdryer.
Sondra wanted to touch her. Really touch her. She
thought about reaching out and resting her palm on
Lynette's breast, but opted to silently admire the slope
of her chest and the curve of her tiny waist.
"I've always really liked you, Sondra," Lynette
whispered, reaching her hand to the back of her head to
remove the clip fastening her ponytail. She let the
long, silky mane cascade down her back in waves,
symbolizing the unrestrained currents which her eyes
promised would follow. Lynette's presence was
intoxicating. Sondra felt a drop of moisture drip onto
the fabric of her panties. Never had she felt so ripe
for someone's touch.
"I-I've... always really liked you, too..." Sondra
replied dreamily. 'Is this really happening?' she
couldn't help musing.
She felt her heart thump rapidly behind her rib cage,
like a prisoner pounding for release from the confined
cell. She was feeling like a timid schoolgirl, but she
really did want to explore this situation thoroughly.
She begged herself to make a move, to let the bewitching
executive know she was hot and ready. Shy by nature,
Sondra was hard-pressed to summon up any memories
choreographing past seductions.
Luckily, the need for improvisation wasn't required on
Sondra's part.
Lynette reached for her slowly. Her well-manicured
fingernails glided on the skin of Sondra's shoulder
through the delicate silk. Goosebumps quickly formed in
the trail of her touch. Sondra licked her lips and
closed her eyes, relishing the sweet softness that only
a woman's fingers could offer. She concentrated on the
gentle glide of Lynette's left hand as it trailed up to
her neck and slowly down her chest. When she felt the
eager fingers caress the delicate lace of her bra at the
top of her breasts, she was unable to restrain her
desire.
She had to touch Lynette.
Gazing through slightly-parted eyelids, Sondra placed
both hands on Lynette's shoulders, wanting to explore
the safer areas of her body. Sure, she had touched other
women before. Sondra and her girlfriends and sisters
always hugged heartily in greeting and often kissed each
other on the cheeks, but this was different. She
massaged the firm flesh of Lynette's shoulders with her
thumbs, acquainting herself with a woman's body in a
sexual manner.
Why had she never noticed how soft -- yet so strong -- a
woman's skin is? How could she have looked at attractive
women everyday of her life and not seen them as she was
now seeing Lynette? The thought that she and her about-
to-be lover were experiencing identical explorations
made her knees weak. 'She is seeing me the same way I am
seeing her.' Sondra mused to herself, 'so unlike sex
with a guy.'
Sondra moved her hands southward, palming the full
weight of her partner's breasts. Lynette's quick intake
of breath at the possessive action made her so hot she
thought her clitoris would burst with the sudden rush of
blood. She prodded and squeezed Lynette's fleshy globes,
as if touching breasts for the first time in her life.
Lynette mirrored her actions and their eyes locked.
Without breaking the electric current which flowed
between the two sets of eager eyes, Lynette began to
unbutton the blonde artist's shirt. When Sondra was left
leaning against the table, clad only in her white lacy
bra, Lynette leaned back to study her. Sondra's flesh
felt cold and lonely where Lynette's knowing hands were
caressing her moments before, and she longed for more
contact.
She reached out and grabbed the brunette's satin lapels
and pulled her onto her slight frame. Lynette gasped at
the action, but followed with a wicked smile. She arched
her neck to kiss the soft swells of Sondra's breast,
grazing her tongue along the delicate fabric which
encased her. With Lynette's concentration solely on her
lover's chest, Sondra was able to reach down and run her
fingers along the firm softness of her neck.
The two women simply caressed each other for a long
while, taking the time to acquaint themselves with the
other's touch. Lynette paused from her exploration of
Sondra's chest long enough to reach back and unclasp the
blonde's bra, letting the heavy weight of her breasts
fall free. S
Sondra's skin tingled where her lover's fingers glided
across her skin, and when she felt the wet heat of
Lynette's mouth on her nipple, she moaned softly. She
felt the pink nodule peak into a rigid spike as
Lynette's tongue flicked the sensitive flesh back and
forth.
Sondra tangled the fingers of her left hand further into
the brunette's heavenly tresses as her right focused on
the removal of her tight blazer. When she finally
unfastened the top button, it was as if she could not
remove the rest fast enough. She wanted to see the
bronzed beauty of the sexy executive's body.
When Lynette's top finally slid off her form and onto
the floor, Sondra opened her eyes to drink in the sight
of her friend's black satin bra. She was as dark and
sleek as Sondra was fair and soft. She reached down to
Lynette's left breast and pulled the nipple out through
the top of the bra. Her olive skin was flawless. Sondra
longed to suckle the ripe peak, but Lynette's body
language was making it clear that the pale artist was
not the one orchestrating the lovemaking. When she felt
Sondra's head aim towards her own chest, Lynette moved
herself away, teasing her lover mercilessly.
"Don't move!" Lynette commanded sternly, but with
tenderness in her voice. "I want to please you first."
Sondra surrendered to Lynette, as if finally receiving
permission to just lay back and enjoy the ride. She felt
the cheeks of her ass clench tightly as Lynette's hot
breath brushed her knees and her thighs. Without
awareness of her own moves, Sondra gently guided
Lynette's head slowly between her legs. She felt her
pussy lather up as Lynette's breath came closer and
closer to her core, maddeningly slow.
Lynette's commanding hands clasped the hem of Sondra's
silk skirt and began to inch it slowly northward. The
subservient Sondra arched her back and raised her hips
slightly off the edge of the drafting table to
facilitate the undressing. She smiled at Lynette's
sudden intake of breath when she saw the blonde's white
lacy garter belt holding up her tan hose. She always
made sure she wore the sexiest undergarments she could
find. It made her feel beautiful and sensuous. Sondra
was especially pleased that her lover was appreciating
the delicate lace as well.
"You are so beautiful," Lynette murmured as she leaned
in to sprinkle wispy butterfly kisses on Sondra's inner
thighs. Sondra lay back against the cold table and
leaned into the pleasure that was slowly overtaking her.
She arched her pelvis towards Lynette's face, eager to
feel the other woman's tongue in her most intimate
folds.
But Lynette wanted to prolong her seduction. She nuzzled
Sondra's buttocks and thighs with her nose, alternately
licking the soft skin from her knees to her ass. After
what seemed like hours, she ran her index finger under
the elastic band of Sondra's G-string, and proceeded to
pull the flimsy material down the length of her legs.
"Oh god!" Sondra moaned when she felt the first contact
of Lynette's tongue against her snatch. The soft
fierceness of her mouth suckling her lips and her clit
was almost more than Sondra could take. She could not
remember ever feeling pleasure with such intensity.
At first Sondra thought she would climax just seconds
after Lynette's first slow and thorough lick, but then
she relaxed a bit, realizing she was just experiencing
the tip of the iceberg. Her hips seemed to melt into the
table as she wound her fingers through Lynette's hair
once more, easing the busy mouth further into her cunt,
as if to swallow the woman whole.
A weak tingling wave swirled around her pelvis like a
hurricane, gathering strength before reaching out
throughout the rest of her, from the top of her head to
the tips of her toes. She struggled to relax her thighs
and not tighten them around Lynette's head, suffocating
her as she worked.
Lynette ate her like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor,
every fold of Sondra's pink, tight pussy. The strokes of
her tongue varied, some long and intense -- like
painting a fence, some short and precise. It was as if
Lynette could read her lover's mind, knowing exactly
what she liked the most, knowing when to go faster,
knowing when to slow down. Sondra's hips began to beat
with her own internal rhythm, pumping up and down,
taking Lynette's occupied tongue with her.
After Lynette's tongue memorized every square centimeter
of Sondra's silken folds, she focused her attention on
the tight bud of her clitoris. She sucked it like a
straw, drawing her head away from Sondra's center,
stretching her clit with her. The tiny bud seemed to
expand in Lynette's mouth, filling it with her swollen
heat. Lynette's face was buried inside Sondra's core as
she gave birth to the first slight tremors of her
orgasm. Her back arched and lifted her hips inches off
the table as she began to slowly, slowly go over the
edge.
"Oh god!" Sondra gasped, writhing back and forth around
Lynette's busy mouth, "Oh Jesus!" Sondra's inside's
expanded and burst into flames as the intense tidal wave
of blood gushed into her cunt, making her see stars. Her
soul seemed to leave her body as she shook with the
violent climax, conquering her body like a fearless
warrior.
Sondra wasn't sure how long her orgasm possessed her
body, mind, and soul. She felt like she had traveled to
the moon and back in a few spastic moments. Her muscles
were conditioned with her orgasm, but not ready to
relax. 'No,' Sondra mused, 'I don't want this to be over
yet.'
As Lynette sat back, licking her lovers juices off of
her pouting lips, Sondra slid off the table and faced
the woman who had just given her a taste of heaven. She
guided Lynette's streamlined form into a reclining pose
on the office floor, dying to taste her. She wasted no
time raising the woman's tight skirt above her hips,
making her cunt more accessible to the starving artist.
After a hasty removal of the brunette's stockings,
Sondra placed her hands gently on the insides of her
thighs. The women's eyes locked once more as Sondra
slowly, seductively spread Lynette's legs apart. Their
connection was like lightening, strong and direct, each
wanting to fully drink in the other's essence.
Sondra was like a child in a candy shop. She was
trembling with anticipation as she kissed the inside of
Lynette's thighs, wanting only to feel the heat of the
woman's body on her lips. Lynette lay perfectly still
during Sondra's seduction of her skin, gasping slightly
when the first caresses of the blonde's breath blew
through her silken mound like a soft wind. Sondra wanted
to prolong the kisses as long as possible, but she was
so anxious to taste Lynette's juices she lingered only
moments.
Holding the fabric of Lynette's black panties to the
side, Sondra dove into her lover's center. The smells,
the taste, the warmth were intoxicating to Sondra. She
wanted to bury herself inside the enticing folds,
becoming one with the glorious executive.
The sweet nectars of Lynette's cunt dripped onto
Sondra's lips like an overripe apricot. She savored the
tangy lotion of her lover and she licked her pussy
passionately. Sondra's tongue became an autonomous
entity, seeming to disconnect itself from her body as it
thrust itself inside and out of the moist caverns.
Lynette rolled her head from side to side, moaning, as
she allowed the movement of her hips to match the
rhythmic dance of Sondra's tongue. She peered down at
the curvaceous blonde between her legs. She looked like
a flaxen angel with her eyes closed, drinking in the
spicy moisture of her lover's essence.
"Oh Sondra... Sondra!" Lynette cried, grabbing her
friends ears. Lynette knew she was on the brink of her
climax as she felt the rough nylon of the industrial rug
dig into the soft flesh of her ass. She felt connected
to the beautiful blonde who was pleasuring her.
Connected in a way she couldn't even begin to analyze.
Their souls were one, each melting into the other in the
creation of perfect passion.
And then she lost it.
Lynette's orgasm, though equally as pleasurable, was
more violent than Sondra's. It shook her body like a
tornado pulling a barn door from its hinges. Her spinal
cord seemed to gel and her knees trembled as Sondra's
sucking sent her into a blind fury of intense physical
joy. Lynette felt a few drops of sweat drip slowly down
her forehead as she cried out in the office, letting the
waves roll through her body, first one, then another. By
the time the storm in her subsided, she lay deliriously
dreamy with Sondra resting on top of her.
Time stood still at that moment. The two women lay
entwined in the tiny office, aware of only each other,
and the persistent thumping of their hearts. Sondra
wasn't sure how long they lay together, it wasn't clear
to her if she fell asleep or simply lost time, but when
she regained her composure, she realized that Lynette
was nowhere to be seen.
'Was this a dream?' Sondra wondered. Looking down at her
silk skirt gathered around her waist, she put that
thought away. Sondra slowly got to her knees and lifted
herself into a standing pose, grabbing the drafting
table to support her still wobbly frame. The radio
hummed a beautifully sad jazz tune which made Sondra
momentarily long for the woman who was inside her a
little while earlier. But contentment won her over.
She knew she wouldn't be able to work after the tryst.
Sondra was far too tranquil. She wanted only to go home
and run herself a soothing bubble bath and ponder the
events of the evening. Sondra gathered her things and
switched off the office light, a peaceful smile adorning
her fair features.
The air conditioning sent a chill down her spine as she
strolled the lifeless hallways of the office suites.
When Sondra was near the exit, she noticed Lynette's
office light spilling into the dark hall. She stood just
outside the woman's door, out of sight, listening to the
furious rustle of papers and her sultry voice speaking
into the phone.
"No, Frank, I said Thursday -- not Friday, so you better
get them to me pronto!" Lynette commanded to the no-
doubt intimidated caller.
Sondra grinned and tiptoed away from the executive's
office. As entered the elevator and pressed the button
for the garage floor, Sondra mused upon the amazing
events of the evening.
Would she ever be the same? Would she ever be able to
think of Lynette as anything other than a lover? Would
she ever get to experience Lynette's fiery passion
again? Sondra smiled to herself as she unlocked her car
door, knowing that she worked late very often.
Knowing Lynette did too.
END
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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. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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