Chapter 4

“Now that we have your legs a bit better, I bet I’m going to find that your back is in knots. Standing behind the other woman Denise rested her hands on the silk covered shoulders there, her thumbs touching the back of Meredith’s neck.

“Goodness, Meredith, I bet this hair gives you headaches. Denise released the tightly wrapped dark hair from where it was piled and smiled as it fell in waves around those same shoulders. She brushed the now flowing hair to one side and began to rub Meredith’s back.

Denise worked her hands up and down Meredith’s back before settling on her shoulders. Making a light mention of too much in the way, she worked the older woman’s blouse out of her skirt. That was followed by a “Darn it, I caught my finger” remark that saw the unsnapping of Meredith’s bra.

The older woman was breathing rapidly now. Her hands had abandoned the armrests of her chair. One rested on her stomach, the other on the very top of her thigh, above the top of her stocking. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face showed she was falling under the younger woman’s spell.

Now it was time. Denise leaned over and turned Meredith’s face to hers with her left hand and kissed the other woman on the lips. At the same time her right hand slipped inside the partially unbuttoned blouse and into the now loosened bra to cup the rounded breast there.

Meredith moaned into Denise’s mouth. Far from resisting, she kissed Denise back. The nipple in Denise’s fingers was already hard. The fingertip that found it rolled it gently in tiny circles. Lips parted and tongues touched, dancing over and around before Denise thrust her tongue into Meredith’s mouth. She pressed the older woman back into her chair, kissing her deeply.

Reaching blindly behind her, Denise’s questing hand found the intercom, right where she had carefully positioned it. She tapped the call button three times. She fixed her attention back onto Meredith, unbuttoning the rest of her blouse and sucking the older woman’s tongue. Even so, she heard soft footsteps cross the rug,

Meredith, on the other hand, never suspected a thing until two other hands lifted her legs, spread them and lips and a sliding tongue began to kiss the inside of her thigh just above her stocking. Her eyes flew open with a gasp. Breaking the kiss she stared down between her legs.

Framed by blonde curls, a familiar smiling face, already showing traces of Meredith’s wetness, met her startled gaze.

The young secretary blew her boss a kiss, then frowned. “Those panties are lovely Meredith, but they HAVE to come off. Raise your hips.” When the older woman complied, Cara reached up and slipped the black satin panties down. Tossing them up on the desk, the blonde girl buried her face into her supervisor’s soaking wetness.

Meredith squealed, then squealed again as Denise opened her blouse, pushed her loose bra out of the way and fastened her mouth onto a dark brown nipple. The other one received increasing attention from the temp’s fingers, rolling and gently pinching it, then pulling it. At the same time, Denise’s teeth closed carefully on the first hard nubbin and stretched it as well.

Meredith’s hips were already bucking wildly. Cara pulled the businesswoman’s legs up over her shoulders and gripped the still firm ass to help her ride out the storm as her tongue drove deeply into her supervisor’s wet pussy. Denise jerked her head back and forth whipping the nipple and breast around. Meredith smothered a cry of pleasure. Unwilling to only be the object of the other two women’s ministrations, she ran her hand up the inside of Denise’s leg and under her skirt. There she found the younger woman had worn nothing under her pantyhose. She began to finger the temp, rubbing the soaking material against an unhooded clit and up and down the open lips of Denise’s pussy.

Cara was the first one to break. The others found out later that she had been peeking through the doorway and masturbating as she watched Denise seduce Meredith. She dipped two fingers beside her tongue, wetting them thoroughly in Meredith’s juices before returning them to her own pussy. Frantically strumming her clit, she cried out into the mature channel before her and bit down on Meredith’s throbbing clit.

The older woman went off like a firecracker at that. She ground the heel of her hand between Denise’s wide spread legs and jammed her fingers so hard against the pantyhose seam that it tore and allowed her to plunge deeply into Denise, who screamed and swallowed the full breast to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.

When all three of the women had stopped shaking, Cara rose and helped Denise pull Meredith to her feet. The three of them exchanged kisses, both of the others paying particular attention to Cara in order to savor the taste of Meredith’s nectar.

The older woman attempted to fix the younger ones with a stern gaze. “And who’s idea was this?”

“Mine.” stated Cara, defiantly.

“Well,” the stern look melted into a smile. “Thank you.”

Cara smiled happily and kissed her boss. “You’re welcome.”

“Now then,” interjected Denise. “There’s a couch over there that is calling to us. If you would stretch out there Cara, I have a feeling that Meredith would like to return the favor you just bestowed on her.”

“Indeed. But where will you be, Denise?”

“Right behind you, in more ways than one,” winked Denise.

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“We actually did manage to find time to finish that report before Monday. Cara and Meredith ‘relaxed’ each other quite often after that for some time. Eventually they both found other relationships and settled down. Still friends and co-workers, Meredith takes time for herself now and always encourages those working for her to do that themselves.

“WOW,” commented Dawn. Denise grinned to herself. The reporter didn’t even seem aware that her own hand had slipped under her skirt several times during the story.

“Very interesting, but I do have one question.”

“You seemed to indicate that you were confident that Meredith would be well, seducible is the only word I can think of, assuming it is a word. How did you know?”

“Remember I mentioned that I came up with some personal information?” When Dawn nodded, Denise continued. “I found a copy of a letter that Meredith had written to an old college classmate. This classmate was now a lawyer who had recently left a big firm to set up her own practice. Apparently the change was occasioned by the friend becoming involved with a much younger fellow employee at the firm. Meredith congratulated her for ‘following her heart’ and mentioned that she wished she could have that kind of good fortune in her own life.”

“But how did that let you know Meredith would be receptive to a pass from another woman?”

“Well, of course the letter didn’t go into specifics. But I noticed the name at the top of the letter.” Denise smiled happily. “You see, the lady lawyer’s special one was a younger woman. I knew that, because that same charming young woman had arranged for me to be a birthday present for her lover. A wonderful time was had by all three of us.”

“My goodness.” Dawn leaned forward and started to turn off the recorder. Denise intercepted her.

“Its just that, well, I suppose I’m rather surprised at all these things,” Dawn said, somewhat lamely.

Denise smiled, having noted that the reporter was flushed and had been breathing somewhat rapidly. It wasn’t all she had noticed about Dawn as she had watched the other woman squirm and move around during all three recitals.

“Surprised?” Denise slid next to Dawn, laying a hand on the shapely knee closest to her and allowing her fingers to drift slowly up the firm thigh. “Or excited?”

“Excited? I don’t know what you mean.” Dawn looked down at the fingertips that were disappearing under the hem of her skirt. She swallowed, but made no move to back away.

“I mean this.” Denise leaned forward, her body touching Dawn’s, and kissed the female journalist.

Denise gently pushed Dawn back onto the couch. Her hands both went up under the reporter’s skirt, bunching it around her waist. Then they reversed and slid back down, taking a pair of pale blue panties with them. meanwhile the young escort continued to rain kisses over the surprised interviewer’s face.

“Denise! What are you doing?” Realizing how silly that sounded, Dawn tried to rephrase her question. Her hands tried to pull down the skirt over her now revealed pussy, even as her body responded to the woman sliding on top of her. “I mean, I know WHAT you’re doing, but why? I mean, how do you know, I mean, think you know that I’m…”

“Interested in other women?” Denise’s fingers were busy at Dawn’s blouse and at her own. She had already unzipped her skirt and let it fall, revealing that she had worn no panties to the interview. She shrugged out of her blouse, showing a bra wasn’t part of the day’s wardrobe either.

“I’ve watched you while I talked.” A yank pulled Dawn’s blouse free and opened it. A second pull on the now exposed bra revealed her breasts. “You’ve been squeezing your legs together so hard I’m surprised you haven’t cum already at least once.” Denise grasped Dawn’s wrists in her hands as the TV anchor attempted to cover herself somewhere, anywhere and lifted them up over the now barely struggling woman’s head. Denise’s knees pushed Dawn’s legs apart and she fell onto the other woman, pinning her against the couch.

“Besides,” whispered the coed, as Dawn gasped and involuntarily lifted her hips to meet Denise’s wet pussy as it touched her own. “I saw you at ‘The Other Side’ kissing that bank girl.” She began to rotate her hips, grinding and pushing against the woman under her.

“So ever since then, I’ve had a fantasy of my own, and now I’m going to fulfill it.” Dawn cried out for a moment before Denise stopped her squeals with a kiss. “I’m going to fuck a TV Reporter…”

(Transcriber’s note)

… The tape becomes very hard to understand after those last remarks. In fact, nothing can be discerned except a great deal of moaning and some wordless cries before the recorder is abruptly switched off.