Chapter 3

Ginger broke the kiss and looked into Jacquie’s eyes, alight with desire. “I want all of you too,” she whispered. Pushing the married woman down onto her back, Ginger kissed her once more, then turned her body around, moving the two women into the classic 69 position.

Jacquie stared up at Ginger. The shapely legs were parted and the older woman could not tear her eyes away from the neatly trimmed bush above her. A bush that was already sparkling with droplets. A bush that seemed to be giving off a scent generated by the heat she could feel coming from it. A bush that was slowly lowering towards her.

She could not wait. Even as she reached up, grasping Ginger’s hips and pulling her down onto her face, she felt the other woman’s hair fall across her legs and a questing tongue glide over the fine wet hair covering her pussy. Jacquie shuddered from the excitement, and a bit of fear. Her face only inches away from Ginger’s, she hesitated for an instant. She had convinced herself this was what she wanted to try. Could she? Could she go back from this? What if this meant she was really a lesbian? Then Ginger’s tongue entered her and she waited no longer.

Her head tipped up, she pulled Ginger right down on top of her face. Her mouth opened and her tongue tasted another woman’s sweetness for the first time. She lapped the length of the open slit above her, her tongue stroking deeper into the mysteries of another woman’s pussy. Juices flowed from Ginger to her and she let them run down her throat to the safety of her belly. Her hands tightened on the taut ass above her.

Ginger was not letting Jacquie have all the fun. Her own tongue drove deeply into the married woman’s pussy, rasping in and out before withdrawing to search out the clit now peeking from under its hood. Her lips fastened on the hard pearl, sucking her and grazing her with her teeth, making Jacquie give a muffled cry from underneath her. With a hidden grin, she repeated her actions. She felt the other woman squirming desperately underneath her and moaned herself as Jacquie speared her pussy with a rolled tongue and began to fuck her with it.

Both women were lost in each other. Jacquie tried to copy some of Ginger’s actions at first but then moved to treat the older woman’s pussy as though it was her own, doing to her what she loved to have done to her. Both of them ran their hands wildly over the other’s body. Faces pressed deeply into soaking womanhood, tongue and lips and teeth licked and kissed and gently bit.

Jacquie’s body tightened and she cried out into Ginger. The woman on top jammed herself right down onto the eager mouth below her. In a surprise move, Jacquie suddenly pushed a finger from hr right hand beside her tongue and stuck her left index finger into Ginger’s ass. Ginger squealed in delight and lashed Jacquie’s now swollen clit until the other woman exploded, matched by her seducer’s own orgasm.

After the spasms and aftershocks had subsided, the two women turned again and snuggled close. Ginger pulled the tousled head onto her shoulder and Jacquie slid her leg over Ginger. They relaxed, calming and murmuring little nothings to each other before the visitor had to get up, get dressed and leave after giving her hostess one long soft kiss to let her taste herself on the other woman’s mouth.

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“I saw Jacquie twice more. The second time she used a strapon to fuck me. The third time I ended up giving her the money back.” At Dawn’s look of surprise, Denise nodded. “You see, the third time we just sat and drank coffee and talked. She confessed she had fulfilled her fantasies and decided that as much as she enjoyed girl/girl sex, it simply wasn’t something she thought she wanted to pursue anymore, but rather return all her energy to her husband and children.”

Dawn nodded. She had scooted forward on the couch and closer to the other girl. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing her firm tanned legs almost to the junction of those legs.

“And this third story?” she requested with poorly concealed excitement.

“Sometimes I get a request on behalf of another person. That can be very interesting, but at the same time has to be done with extreme care. I’m not talking about popping out of a cake or being the surprise birthday gift a husband is offering his already known to be bisexual wife. I mean situations where there is no relationship between the two parties or when the relationship has no sexual overtones. Generally, I decline those. I have no wish to be slapped silly or have the police called when someone doesn’t react as expected.”

“Cara and Meredith’s case was different. I was intrigued by the care and concern a young secretary had for her driven and workaholic boss. Cara was able to get me on as a temp in the same shared office so I could get to know Meredith before I decided I could fulfill the request. After watching her for about a week and fortunately coming up with some personal information about her, I decided I would be able to provide satisfaction. So one weekend Cara ‘got sick’ and Denise had to take over.”

Meredith Thackerry apologetically said, “Denise, I’m so sorry to keep you this late, but this report has to be done this weekend and once again it seems like I’m the one who has to do it. And to do it I need your help.”

“Its okay Ms. Thackerry,” Denise reassured her temporary boss. “This doesn’t conflict with any plans I had for the weekend.”

“Well, I’m glad about that. I was really hesitant about asking you, but Cara assured me you wouldn’t mind. I feel terrible about her getting ill. I know she’s worked so hard since she’s been here. I’ve worried that I’m asking too much of her and contributing to her getting run-down.”

Denise touched Meredith’s arm, just above the wrist, where the smooth skin was exposed below the gray jacket of the suit the businesswoman was wearing. “Cara thinks the world of you Ms. Thackerry. She’d do about anything for you.”

Meredith placed her hand on top of Denise’s and squeezed it. “I think the world of her too. And please Denise, call me ‘Meredith’.”

“Sure,” the younger woman agreed. They plunged back into the work. Both women scurried around the office, Denise making trips out to her work station to dig up required files while Meredith doggedly compiled the report. At 10 PM they took a short break, devouring a delivered pizza and two salads before returning to their efforts.

Well after midnight, Meredith shoved herself back from her desk. She had long ago shed the well cut jacket of her gray suit and opened the top two buttons of the no longer pressed white blouse that had been under it.

“Oh golly my eyes are trying to cross,” she moaned.

“We need a break.” said Denise. “Yes we do,” she insisted as Meredith looked at her. “You can only go full throttle for so long before you start losing your focus. I’ve read several articles on that subject in some of my college business courses.”

“Okay, well, I wouldn’t want to argue with that.” There was no sting in Meredith’s voice or the smile she bestowed on the younger woman. “I do confess that coming up for air for a bit would be welcome.” She moved around in her executive style chair. “Now that I took a breath I can feel aches where I didn’t know I had places.”

Denise laughed in agreement. She was already somewhat rumpled, her blouse pulled free from her skirt and her shoes kicked off in a corner. She stretched, her arms over her head and leaned forward and back, then side to side. As she came back up she caught Meredith’s eyes on her. Feigning ignorance of the other woman’s appraisal, she pulled up a deeply padded chair to Meredith’s side of the desk and settled into it.

“Sit back in your chair and face me,” instructed Denise. When the other woman complied, she reached down and lifted first one, then the other of Meredith’s feet into her lap. She ignored the rather startled expression on her temporary boss’ face.

“My God Meredith, its nearly two in the morning, the building is vacant probably except for the security officer in the lobby and you STILL have your heels on. They have to go. Yes, they make your legs look even better but for goodness sake, I already appreciate them.” Suiting her actions to her words, Denise plucked the shoes from the feet resting in her lap and tossed them aside.

“That does feel better,” Meredith admitted, stretching her legs a bit and wiggling her toes.

Denise smothered both a sigh and a little gasp as she felt Meredith’s legs and feet move. “And it will feel even better in a bit.” With that, Denise lifted Meredith’s right foot and began to firmly massage it through the dark stockings the older woman was wearing.

“Just smile and take it Meredith,” grinned Denise, as she squeezed and rubbed the foot in her hands. “And for heaven’s sake, relax! You need to start doing that a little bit more,” the younger woman scolded in a light tone of voice as she moved onto Meredith’s left foot.

“There’s so much that needs doing.” replied Meredith. Even so, she leaned further back into her chair, her hands on the armrests. If she noticed the skirt of her gray suit had ridden up slightly she did nothing about it.

“Yes, but you need to delegate some of it. And some of it you should send back to the people who send it to you to do for them.” Denise had squirmed until her own skirt was up around her hips. Meredith’s feet rested against her thigh and Denise savored their touch. She leaned forward slightly, still talking in a soothing voice as her hands slipped up first to the other woman’s ankle, then her calf.

“Some of those people take advantage of you.” Denise massaged the tight calf muscles of one leg, then the other. “They get you to do work that doesn’t belong in this department and probably take the credit when you work all weekend while they go play golf or something.” She leaned forward, her busy fingers stroking the soft sensitive spot behind Meredith’s knee. The older woman’s feet slid almost right between Denise’s legs and she barely stifled a deep gasp when nylon covered toes brushed over the front of her pantyhose.

Denise watched as Meredith slide slightly down in her chair and parted her legs. The older woman was breathing a bit faster now and seemed to be getting warm as one hand toyed with the buttons of her blouse. She debated with herself. Was the moment right? Was Meredith ready to be taken further, to the conclusion of the plan she and Cara had worked out? “If you have to ask yourself if she’s ready, then she’s not.” The words of the woman who had first seduced her sprang up in her memory.

A bit more, the younger woman decided. She ran her hands up Meredith’s thighs, squeezing gently as she went. The executive never opened her eyes, nor shied away, even when Denise’s fingers brushed the tops of her stockings. Those eyes did come open when Denise slipped from her chair, carefully resting Meredith’s legs on the padded leather where she had been sitting.