Jane's Successful Encounter
Jane had changed jobs and was glad of it. She no longer had to dread Natasha sending her emails with sometimes surprisingly racy double entendres or, worse still, Natasha actually calling in to see her in the office, propositioning her and putting her in awkward situations. Not that Jane had actually ever seen her again, because, as she was privy to when Natasha would be in town, Jane mysteriously called in sick, or took a vacation on those days: anything to avoid interacting again with that impossibly flirtatious and irresistible sexual force in person. It wasn't that Jane did not still fantasize about her, or what happened to her, but she feared discovery and the embarrassment of being discovered by her colleagues, or, even more likely, getting fired for sexual misconduct or similar. This was particularly worrying as Natasha would keep asking for private information on people in the office, and she had promised to supply it when she had had that one night stand with her back all that time ago. It was her fault, but she knew that once Natasha had her eye on her, Jane was just a sexual conquest and plaything for her. So when the chance came, she leapt at the chance to move to a new job.
This job was essentially the same as her last one, except this time she had a nice female boss who had clearly taken a shine to Jane: not in any unusual sense, but more simply because she wanted to advance Jane in her career and felt that with her looks and charm she could, with more mentoring, go far.
Anyway, a few weeks passed and Jane settled into the job – she made sure to turn up on time and put in the hours, although she almost immediately felt, much to her surprise, that she actually missed her old one. The old place had been much, more lively and she realized that she missed the attention she used to get. In her old office, people were always dropping by to say hello and to shoot the breeze with her. Many of them were in sales, and they virtually always made her laugh. She knew that these calls and chats were not entirely because of her personality, but still she missed it. In fact, when she looked into her feelings further, she realized she missed the hint of sexual adventure in these encounters. Of course, she had found the high probability of being propositioned or touched up...or whatever Natasha would have done, had they met again, difficult to accept, but she realized at the same time that this possibility was also intensely arousing. Now she had no visitors, and no one with whom she could spend much time. She began to feel a little bored. Her boss was always working, and as nice as she was, there would be no relief, social or sexual, from her.
Then after 3 months of her rather tepid relationship with Jonathan, he called her and told her that he just couldn't continue going out with her. "I'm not sure if I'm dating you, or having a purely platonic relationship. One minute we are on and you are the hottest thing around, and then you don't bother to call, or to see how I am, and you don't answer my calls. I'm sick of wanting you and you not wanting me, so I'm no longer torturing myself: you can work your magic on someone else – the poor sucker. Do you like men at all?" Jane didn't really know how to answer, and she mumbled something about having to get her head together – she thought she even suggested it was her fault not his. At that, he put the phone down. She didn't blame him. She had indeed blown hot and cold over him. They had slept together only once, and he claimed she was the best he'd ever had. Jane believed him, but she knew it was only because he had finally got her bed and he was so ecstatic to spend the night with such an incredible body rather than because she had been a very active lover. Since he seemed to be getting no more, presumably he had gone on to pastures new.
She knew it was right thing to do as she felt only relief. She wasn't all that interested in men any more. No, not at all: women were definitely more her line.
So for 1 month now she had been plugging away at her daily tasks, sitting in her chair, making and drinking coffee and going out to lunch on her own. On the beginning of her 2nd month she noticed a new girl in the office, Rosario, who worked just down the hall in her own office, but she seemed always to be walking past Jane's open door and going to the printer to collect her output. The printer was at the end of a longish stretch of mostly unoccupied cubicles. Jane's office was at the end of this space so Jane could see her from her desk as she walked away to get her printouts, after which she would walk back towards Jane, and then turn right at her door and then proceed to her own office down the corridor. As is the way with these things it took a little while, but after about 2 weeks, Jane admitted to herself that Rosario was very sexy. She was a medium height, slim, hard-bodied, olive-complexioned Latina with carefully straightened hair and a propensity to wear very tight jeans. She was probably about Jane's age. She had a classic oval face with alert, dark eyes and an incredible mouth that Jane very soon began to imagine doing outrageous things to her own body. Every time she walked away, Jane stared at her ass and slim legs encased as they were in skin tight denim, trying to input every curve into her memory, so she could fantasize later. It didn't take long before she began to masturbate when looking. It was so easy: Jane could sit behind her desk and take in that tight ass and T-shirt, all the time subtly touching herself in between her legs, without any one being any the wiser. On her way back, Rosario always gave Jane a big smile, and Jane gave her an equally big one in return, usually with a friendly "hello".
After a week or two of this, Jane began to get so excited that she was almost ready to come by the time Rosario started her return walk. Then, on one occasion when Rosario had spent even longer than usual changing the paper in the printer, which involved lots of bending down and even getting down on her knees, Jane suddenly reached orgasm. Her pleasure was short, but amazingly intense. Rosario's breasts and legs though were still there taunting her as she came out of her climax, and Jane shivered as the slim girl waved to her, as usual, on her way back. Was she particularly smiley this time, or was it her imagination, Jane wondered as she vanished from view.
The next day was worse. Rosario was as usual in her tight denim, but coupled with a pair of heeled sandals, and a sleeveless top she was even more enticing. For Jane it was becoming unbearable. Every time she walked past Jane couldn't resist looking and becoming aroused and frustrated. She tried to focus on her work, but it was so difficult. She took to touching herself frequently until she was at a pitch of excitement. She then would go to the bathroom, and climax in the stall. This cooled her ardor for an hour, but then Rosario would flit by again and Jane's sexual tension would increase once more. Even worse, Rosario had taken to coming in and passing the time of day, her dark brown eyes giving nothing away. Jane had noticed those eyes flashing over Jane's chest, skirt and hard thighs down to her usual heels, but this was completely usual when people looked at Jane, it was even normal: did it mean anything here? Jane knew the effect she had on many people, she knew her own attractiveness, but was Rosario impressed or not, or just uninterested? It was difficult to tell. She couldn't help but remember what happened the last time she looked into a pair of beautiful brown eyes on a beautiful body and read the wrong message. She didn't want that to happen again.
The next day Jane decided to actually go and see Rosario in her office. She'd given it a lot of thought and made the choice that she would go and see directly whether she could get a flicker of reaction when she put her mind to seduction. She knew that seduction was not something she was practiced in: it wasn't usually necessary with her assets, but maybe it was with this girl, or more likely, she was just completely straight. She determined to find out one way of the other.
She dressed carefully, her new company was very casual – certainly in her old company Rosario would never have got away with jeans that tight – so it was not as though she couldn't dress to emphasize her sexuality, but equally she did not want others to particularly notice her. Jane knew how to show off her assets without looking as though she intended to, and this time she was determined to be irresistible. Small black panties with a hint of lace around the edges – the same sexy lace for her white bra. Her medium sized firm breasts, held together by the lace, made an enticing cleavage. A floral crochet cross back top revealed plenty of skin showing off her shapely, neck, and shoulders, and her bare, toned, arms. The cross over back showed a flash of skin over her spine at the waist. There would be plenty of her beautiful complexion to ogle. She then pulled up a dressy charcoal pencil skirt over her legs and ass and slipped on her favorite 3 inch pumps. A few silvery bracelets, a touch of lipstick and a quick toss and arrangement of her shoulder length brown hair and she was ready. Jane was stunning, the skirt and top showed off her impressive curves and it took little imagination to see the hot body underneath even though there was nothing about any item of her clothing that was too radical. Perhaps the skirt was a little too tight showing off as it did her ass and thighs, and perhaps that flash of toned skin at her waist that could be seen when she moved was a little racy, but the truth is, a body like Jane's is difficult to disguise. This outfit made no real pretense at doing so, in fact, in a tasteful way it only seemed to emphasize more her utter desirability.
When she got to work her heart was thumping and an almost overwhelming sense of excitement prevented her from concentrating on her tasks. She hoped that Rosario would be at work today. She could not concentrate, her fingers always straightening her hair, or pulling at her skirt, removing non-existent creases. She kept getting up to go to her bookshelf, only to go back to her desk and sit down. Once when she got up and turned back she saw Rosario approaching her office, and a thrilling pulse of adrenalin shot through her as she turned on her heel and smiled as Rosario came in.
"Hey Jane, how are you doin'?" Rosario smiled and Jane beamed back at her. "Oh, j-just fine; no great", Jane stammered.
"You goin' somewhere?" Rosario asked. Jane did not understand. "W-why, sorry I don't know what..."
"You're dolled up: seeing a client, or a boyfriend?"
"Oh, n-no. I'm just..."
"Hey, it's OK, I don't need to know. Whoever he is, he's can't fail to be impressed. You look fab." Rosario was smiling, and Jane realized it was a compliment.
"Thanks, Rosario. But, you know, I've nothing planned...a-although I thought I'd come and see your office sometime..." Jane trailed off, slightly embarrassed. Her cheeks felt as though they were on fire. How ridiculous I am she thought: I'm like a teenager. She couldn't help looking at Rosario's breasts. God she's got great boobs, Jane said to herself. Oh god and those hips too.
"Yeah, come over anytime. You know you can call me Roz: everyone does."
"Oh, OK, thanks, I'm Jane". "Yeah, I know." Rosario laughed out loud, but there was no malice, just genuine amusement.
"S-sorry Rosario, Roz, you must think me really stupid, I don't know what's got into me." Jane felt her face must be redder than ever. Rosario seemed to making her even more flustered. Apart from the simple fact that Jane wanted to fuck her brains out, Rosario was looking at her very intently with knowing smile and it was very unsettling.
"You know, I think I know what you want." Rosario was still smiling and she passed a hand through her light brown hair. Jane gave her a megawatt smile to conceal her ignorance of what she meant.
"Really, what's that?" Rosario had some heels on today. Jane tried to keep her eyes off her legs and breasts. They were dancing shoes, Jane realized, the kind a woman wears when Latin dancing, dancing the tango or similar. I'd love to dance with her, Jane thought: even better, I'd like to dance with her naked, feel those hips and breasts right up against mine. Jane's pussy was wetter than ever.
"Well, I can't say here right now. But when you come visit me, I may tell you then." Then she whispered, "If you're good." Rosario's teeth were very white.
"What if I'm bad?" replied Jane laughing.
"Hmm, well I can think of a few other things you may want in that case." Rosario looked so hot that Jane felt like she would choke with excitement.
The phone rang on her desk, and Jane's brown eyes looked away, returning seconds later to look into Rosario's equally brown eyes. "I-I'd better take it, it's Larry". Larry was the CFO.
"No problem. See ya." Jane saw Rosario's denim clad ass turn out of her doorway and she picked up the phone.
Larry had nothing really important to say, and Jane could not concentrate on what he was saying anyway. She was so flustered and excited, she could only mutter agreement when he finished giving her his instructions. He even asked her if she was alright.
After the call she realized that Larry had asked her to do something quite involving, so she had to buckle down and get some work done, which made a change since most of the day had been spent in full on fantasy mode. Amazingly, she was able to work, even though she could feel her continuing wetness in her sex as an after effect of her interaction with Rosario. After 2 hours of rather unpleasant work assembling sales figures, she got up and walked to give them to Larry. She knew this would take her past Rosario's office, and as she walked past, she dropped some of her sheets. They fluttered to the floor and Jane tut-tutted. Jane knew that Roz would be in her office, and could not fail to see her. She crouched down, but her skirt was too tight for her to easily get down on her haunches, so she pulled up her skirt which revealed a superb length of tanned thigh. She then pretended it was difficult to pick up the papers, her fingers looking like they were unable to pick up the single sheets scattered about the floor. This involved her having to pull her skirt up again to get on her knees and then bending over and pointing her ass in the direction of Roz's office as she did so. Rosario in her office could not fail to notice both Jane's curvy ass but also the long length of her thighs and the lovely small of her back as she stretched to get the last sheets. Her top, which already showed a lot of flesh, showing even more around her waist as she apparently strained to pick up the paper. Twisting on her knees she bent her knee and lifted her leg up in a model pose, her heel pointing upwards, just to ram home the point as any observer could see already, that she was a very sexy woman. Having collected all the paper she got up and pulled her skirt down, wiggled her ass and then, smiling at Rosario, continued on to Larry's office.
Larry took her reports without looking up. He was a grumpy person at the best of times, and her womanly charms seemed not to work even one iota on him. She went on to the restroom and went into a stall, and pulling her skirt up, and her panties down, she sat on the toilet seat and began to masturbate. Her exhibitionist behavior in front of Rosario had aroused once again, and she knew that she had to cum in order to get any kind of mental peace for the rest of the day, whatever might happen when she actually went in to see Rosario in her office. She knew Rosario had watched her because she noticed her looking intently at her whenever she gyrated her ass and hips as she apparently struggled to pick up the sheets. Jane knew that if, by some miracle, Roz did not appreciate her assets already, her little flirtatious pantomime would have got her motor running. Assuming, of course, that Rosario had a Sapphic-powered motor.
Jane came very quickly, the pleasure coming in two intense bursts of orgasm, separated by a couple of seconds. She clenched her teeth and exhaled as she came, trying not to make a sound in case someone heard her. It was difficult: Jane was rather prone to vocalizing when having sex, even when self-induced, so she had to make a special effort to be quiet. After she finished, she got up and smoothed her skirt – it really was tight around her hips, and washed her hands. The skirt was such a pencil that she had to walk one foot in front of the other, like a model on a catwalk. Combined with her heels it gave her a very sexy walk, but Jane now rather wished she had put on a looser, but shorter skirt that would have made her feel less constrained. Opening her legs would be a problem – not at all what she had in mind she thought, as she clicked into Rosario's office.
Rosario's office was exactly like Jane's; medium sized, and opening onto a corridor with some open plan units on the other side of the corridor, their panels making up the far "wall" of the corridor. Jane realized at once that this was not private, anyone, could see in when walking past and there was no way to know when someone was coming. Also, although they could close the door, she knew that closed doors were no barrier to entry in this company. Jane felt almost immediately let down, she had been nursing the hope that she and Rosario could engage in some kind of sexual activity, but she now thought it would be a difficult, or impossible thing to do here. The disappointment must have shown on her face, as Rosario greeted her with a concerned expression.
"Hello Jane, nice to see you, welcome to my office. What's the matter? Have I done anything wrong?"
"Oh no, it's just...oh nothing".
"That was quite a display you gave me just now. It was for me wasn't it?" She was smiling. Jane thought for a second, and decided to go for it.
"Yes, I suppose it was. I don't know why I assumed..."
"You've been checking me out, and you like me don't you?" Rosario pulled a loose strand of her hair back.
"Yes, I guess I do." Jane walked a few steps and sat her ass on the low filing cabinet. She looked into Rosario's eyes and the gaze was returned, although Rosario then slowly looked Jane up and down from her eyes to the tips of her pumps and then returned to gaze at her bare knees and the smooth curves of her toned calves. Jane looked back at Rosario as she sat in her chair, from the Cuban heels on her shoes up her skintight jeans to her luscious hips and then up past her impressive chest back to her beautiful oval face.
"Well aren't we a pair?" said Rosario quietly. "Yes, I suppose we are." Jane replied. She shifted on the cabinet.
"Don't do that or you'll give me a heart attack", whispered Rosario, "you are just too much."
"Me? What about you – with your spray on jeans", Jane whispered back.
"Your legs aren't exactly kept hidden, `specially with all those sexy heels you always wear", Rosario countered. The two woman fell silent. Jane's heart was thumping. Someone walked past the office, but neither of the women looked, they were too intent on looking at each other.
After what seemed a long time, Rosario said, still smiling her sexy smile. "Well. What's next?"
Jane thought for a moment, took a step over to Rosario, bent down and whispered in her ear, their hair mingling together as she did so. "I know what I want to do. I want to take off your clothes and lick you all over. Every single hot inch of you". She remembered that Natasha had said something like this to her once, and she have never forgotten the effect it had had on her.
Rosario's right hand slipped around Jane's knee and she traced her red nails first down Jane's calf a few inches and then up a few inches, just high enough to graze the hem of her skirt.
"Oh shit, Jane don't say that, not here, you'll get me all hot and bothered".
"I'm already steaming and wanting you. I have been for ages."
Jane put her hand on Rosario's crotch and pressed it. Rosario sighed and Jane's fingers pushed under the waist of her jeans and pushed inside the tight denim. Rosario shifted in her seat, extending her legs under the desk, as Jane's exploring fingers felt some pubic hair and then, with the tip of her index finger, the hard lump of Rosario's aroused clitoris. She was not wearing underwear. Rosario sighed as Jane started to push and rotate the sensitive lump of tissue. Rosario's hand was under Jane's skirt on the back of her thigh, and then sliding up her thigh it slipped in between her legs and, after making contact with her panties from the back, the hand started to try to get underneath and into Jane's wet pussy. Jane squirmed as she felt her panties being pulled down, but she kept on pushing and probing the wet clit under her finger. Rosario pulled harder and Jane's panties were now mid-thigh, and then her fingers started to explore Jane's labia, looking to enter her. When they oriented themselves correctly, three fingers of her hand slipped into Jane's wet vagina and started to move in and out and from side to side. Jane's skirt was tight against Rosario's hand and arm, and there was little room to work her magic. But Jane didn't care: she was so aroused it mattered not a bit. Rosario only needed to show her excitement to get Jane to a sexual peak. Rosario was clearly already gone, and after a couple more rotations and pressure on the wet pussy, Jane felt her come, her ass lifting off the chair, her back arching and a suppressed gasp slipping out of her open mouth. The tips of Jane's fingers were wet as she pulled them from the tight jeans. Rosario's fingers were holding Jane's panties when she came but she then let go altogether as the orgasms shot through her.
A woman swept past the door, luckily not looking in, but it made both of them realize the precariousness of their situation. Rosario was looking only a little more flushed and excited than Jane.
Jane smiled at Rosario and said "This is yours, and I'm now tasting you. Hmm" she said as she licked Rosario's sex juices off her fingers. Jane quickly, if somewhat awkwardly, pulled her panties up and she sat on the desk looking at Rosario.
"Jane, oh my god. Please close your legs, or you'll make me cum again"
"Roz, I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you got here – please come to my place, my apartment, and we can finish what we started." Jane's beautiful face was animated.
"Shhh, for god's sake, not so loud. OK when shall I come?"
"How about tonight?" said Jane. Might as well strike while the iron is hot.
"Can't do tonight, my daughter..."
"Your daughter?" Jane was for some reason amazed that Rosario was a Mom. "Yeah, but no big deal, I need to get a baby sitter – how about Friday?"
Jane pouted sexily. "I guess so, I don't think I can wait that long"
"Sorry sexy lady, but you're gonna have to wait – I'll make it worth the wait though."
"OK in that case, I can wait for a girl like you – I'll put on something to get you going."
"In the office on Friday? Better be careful."
"No, no," Jane replied "I'll put on something for when you come to my place – you know, to get your passion going". Rosario smiled and licked her fingers "You can wear nothing if you like since that's what you're going end up wearing when I get my hands on you baby.
I'll try and hold it until Friday then. Just don't go getting tarted up for the rest of this week, or you'll get both of us fired as I won't be able to resist."
Jane gently kissed her on the cheek, but Rosario moved her head and they ended kissing on the lips. Both of them felt the thrill.
"Bye, then. I'll send you an email for directions". "Bye, and Jane, thank you for everything" She mouthed the words "You are hot".
"So are you. See you then, if not before – don't walk past my door too many times" it was Jane's turn to mouth "unless you want to be fucked there and then". Rosario shrugged and smiled and Jane went out the door. Her heels clicked on the corridor floor as she returned to her office. She had a huge smile on her face.
Jane thought, I've judged Rosario correctly and I still have it. Oh my god, she thought, she really is coming to my apartment for sex. I guess I really do like women: there's no denying it now. Jane didn't care, she felt fantastic and so excited. She knew she wouldn't be getting a lot of sleep until Roz came over. Roll on Friday.