Jane's Encounters: Rosario's incident with Diane
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous
narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
What of Rosario? How was she coping with the fission from Jane? The answer was not simple. She regretted her flirting with the guys at work in the bar, and Jane's disgust with that, although Jane was not really a total innocent there, but Diane's obvious, or at least obvious to her, attraction to Jane had infuriated her. She knew enough about Jane to know that Diane's swooping in on her had not been unwelcome. Unlike Jane, she had been around Diane for longer and was suspicious of her obvious charms. It was fine for Jane and her to fall out over something silly, but to find your hot girlfriend has suddenly become the target of a vampishly attractive, older woman. A woman with a lot more money than you, and therefore probably much more to offer a girl like Jane, was just too much.
She guessed that she had been a bit too cagey about her own private life with Jane and Jane had started to need more from her than she felt able to give. She had given birth to a daughter when she had been sixteen, and her daughter was now seventeen, almost eighteen. She had had a difficult time of it, her daughter's father having vanished shortly after her birth. As a teenage, single mom, life had seemed impossible. Her family had been a godsend, but she had developed a touchiness about betrayal, perhaps inevitably. Somehow, she had also not wanted to tell her daughter that she liked women, it would be yet another bad example for her to chalk up against mom. She knew that liking women was not a sin, but her Catholic upbringing weighed heavily on her. The idea of having a woman like Jane over to her place would have required an explanation to her daughter. She just did not want to go there. Jane probably would not have settled for the "she's a friend from work" line. She couldn't even be consistent in her sexual orientation. Men liked her, and she liked them back. Sex with either was just fine with her. Another thing she had not wanted to raise with Jane. Jane might trust her even less if she knew that she might give way and sleep with a man. Also, men were much more likely to get her into bed than a woman, not because they attracted her more, but women rarely asked or indicated they were interested. Jane's attention: well, that had been really something. She had been more turned on by Jane than anyone. Her beauty and her body amazed her. Her orgasms more powerful and more frequent when with Jane. Then there was seeing Jane buck and writhe as she came under her touch. Oh yes, that was special.
Diane had eyed Rosario up on the first day when she had joined the company, and she had examined her in response. She worked with Diane in sales and marketing, and she knew the look that Diane gave her. Roz resisted being charmed by her, but she did appreciate her body. The green eyes, the tall frame with curves in all the right places. Those large breasts. It never really occurred to her that Diane was seriously interested in her. Those classy clothes and subtle, but expensive, jewelry. Out of my league, she thought. Still, she sensed that Diane was some sort of cougar who might pounce one day. In the back of her mind, she had to admit that it might be nice to have to fend her off. Then she saw her pounce on Jane. At first, she was so angry she couldn't even speak to Jane without her anger erupting. After she had accused her of sleeping with Diane that first time, she regretted it when she saw Jane's eyes fill with tears. Not that she was going to apologize, though.
She decided to do some detective work. If Jane and Diane were not involved, then she would go and apologize to Jane and make it up. It took about a month of sleuthing. She started following Jane during her lunch break to see where and who she met. For the first two weeks there was nothing, then she saw them walk to a café together and, surreptitiously through the window, she saw them kiss before they left. A kiss doesn't mean much, so she continued to spy on them over the next month. Now they would kiss or rest their hands on each other's hips as they walked. Once she even saw Jane push Diane into a quiet side street. Roz peeked around to see them smooching. Diane holding Jane close, one hand on Jane's miniskirted ass. Her jealousy was inflamed, and she seethed and then cried real tears when she got home.
After this she avoided both Jane and Diane as much as she could. It was quite easy to keep away from Diane, as she was on a different floor, although she had to see her every week for their weekly meeting. Luckily, she was diluted with Jody, Judy, and the other members of the team, so she kept a low profile. Diane always looked so in charge, and there was no doubt she was very appealing. Despite her initial decision to be uninterested in Diane, during these short meetings, Roz eventually started to fantasize about Diane making a move on her. She would say no, but Diane would insist, her manicured hands caressing Roz's denimed thighs. One morning, Roz relived the fantasy in a vivid dream, and on waking she masturbated to a satisfying climax. From then on Roz had entered the Diane appreciation camp, and she enjoyed being a voyeur at their weekly meetings. The only fly in the ointment was trying to avoid Jane, who was always slinking back and forth past her office, and she was often going past hers just through necessity. Jane always looked good enough to eat. Neither of them talked to each other. Roz knew it was stupid, but her pride and jealousy was still uppermost.
Then there was John, who was always trying to chat Roz up, as was Pete, when John wasn't there. She knew that Jane suspected her of sleeping with John, and she was happy with her thinking that. Serves her right, she thought. In reality she had gone round to his apartment with a view to sex, but had changed her mind before getting there, much to his obvious disappointment.
Phil clearly was just smitten with Jane. Roz kept telling him to snap out of it, but he clearly wasn't listening. She wasn't going to gaslight Jane, but she was also just irritated, because only she was meant to be with Jane, certainly not Phil. Nor Diane for that matter. Certainly not fucking Diane, I can't compete with that bitch, she thought.
An unexpected development happened during the company's next six-monthly review of business, when most of the small company had assembled to hear the latest revenue and health of the company. Some of their agents had flown in from Europe, Asia and Latin America and they were all now in their large conference space as the President, CEO, and marketing and sales directors reviewed the past 6 months and gave projections and objectives for the next six. Roz sat to one side diagonally back one row from Jane. Pete was on her right with the other guys on his right. Phil kept leaning forward and chatting to Jane. She was smiling at him, and he was happy as a clam. How pathetic, Roz thought to herself. Pete was talking away, sometimes to her and sometimes to John on his right. She nodded when required. Across the room sat Jody and next to her Diane, and then some other employees, sales executives, and the like. Jody was blonde and buxom as usual. Roz knew the boys on her right liked her too, although no one had said anything about it to her. Jody was twenty-six and had become engaged and was full of her forthcoming marriage. She had on a smart gray pant suit. She did look very nice, Roz had to admit to herself, but she was really only interested in Diane and Jane. Diane was wearing a white button-down sleeveless blouse, her exposed neck wrapped about with set of small, expensive pearls, the tip of the necklace resting in between her cleavage. As usual her bosom was enticing, her breasts wonderfully large and held upright by what must have been a half cup bra. Her toned arms were tanned, and she had on two gold bracelets on one wrist and a small gold watch on the other. Silver nail polish. A thin, light gray skirt finished just above her knees. Unusually for Diane, her legs were bare, no stockings this time. Black 4-inch heels completed her look. Roz was really enjoying looking at her. She is completely fuckable, she thought. Those tanned calves would be distracting her for the entire day. Jane was also looking at Diane. She kept smiling at her. Earlier she had whispered to Diane that she looked incredibly sexy, and the knowledge that Jane liked her look was keeping Diane happy, even though she hated these meetings. Like Roz, Jane was enjoying the view of Diane. She could watch her unimpeded for the whole meeting.
The CEO and others gave their presentations in turn, and Roz felt overpoweringly sleepy as they droned on. After 2 hours Diane and Judy got to their feet and gave a 30-minute presentation. Roz perked up as she looked at Diane towering over tiny Judy as they presented in tandem, one on each side of the screen. Wow, Roz kept thinking, she is truly hot. Roz loved her bare legs. They looked great in her usual black stockings, but uncovered, and in the flesh, they looked even better. As she turned to the screen to indicate various points, the skirt, tight against her ass, showed off her shapely backside. Roz was getting aroused just looking at her and had to admit that Jane was lucky to have her, and vice versa.
At the buffet lunch break, Roz fell into conversation with a few of the agents. Two from Latin America, one from Chile and one from Brazil. The young man from Chile asked Jane to "remind" him who the lady giving the presentation was. Mischievously she asked which one. "Which one, the older, shorter lady, or the dama muy sexy?" Roz smiled, the man replied in Spanish, "Si, la hermosa dama de falda gris."
"Bribon, that's Diane Wertheimer." Roz and the man chuckled together. Roz leant forward and whispered conspiratorially in his ear "Si, she's muy foxy." The man looked somewhat confused at Roz. The man reverted to English, "Yes, certainly there are many good-looking women in this company." The man thought Roz was one of them. Roz warmed to her theme. "In that case you should meet my colleague," and she grabbed his sleeve and guided him towards Jane who was talking to a female agent from Singapore. Jane looked stunning. She was dressed head to toe in black. Black patterned stockings, short black skirt, and a slim wasted, tight fitting long-sleeved top, her bare neck with a silver choker around it and her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Black velvet, heeled ankle boots. Her lithe body was luscious. Roz felt a pulse of excitement. Fuck, she's so hot, she thought. She scanned up and down the hard body. Like an athletic model, or gymnast, or something, she thought. "Pedro; this is Jane, she is who I was talking about. I think you can see what I mean." Roz was smiling, sharing with Pedro the hotness of Jane. He just looked embarrassed. Jane had no idea what Roz meant but greeted the man as if she had known him for years. He looked flustered and, ignoring Roz, who he had decided was weird, started to ask Jane about what she did and to whom she reported. Jane and Pedro had a good chat and shook hands awkwardly at the end. He moved away, leaving Roz looking at Jane silently. "Hello, Roz. Are you going to insult me again or something? If so, please don't. It's water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned." She's so pretty, she thought. Those legs. Roz in her matte black, tight, leather leggings looked a picture. Her single bare shoulder revealed by the flowing cloth top was very sexy.
"Oh no, just admiring you, chica. You're as beautiful as ever." Jane flushed. A compliment was the last thing she was expecting. They had not talked for about 2 months. Jane missed her. If only she knew how she had fought her attraction to Diane. Although she loved Diane, she still wanted Roz. "S..so are you." Jane's voice a low whisper. There was a call to order from the podium. "Ok, I'll see you later then?" Roz said, as they returned to their seats.
Jane and Roz thought about their meeting for the rest of the presentations. Roz hoped that they could continue after it finished, but Jane had to help clear up the presentation. Diane swished past, carrying a large pile of handouts and samples. Roz caught her faint scent as she brushed past her. "Sorry, Roz," she said.
"No problem, Diane, any time." Roz smiled and Diane smiled back. "That was a great presentation you and Judy did."
"Well, thank you, Roz for helping to put it together. Much appreciated."
Roz suddenly wanted to tell her how great she looked giving the presentation too, but she didn't. Then, as if in an afterthought, she muttered. "No, thank you, Diane, you're a great boss. If I can help you more, anytime, just let me know." Brown nosing never fails, she thought, but fuck, look at her, I really would do anything she asked, the way I feel now. Diane's green eyes flashed in pleasure at Roz, and she turned to speak to the CEO who had tapped her on her bare shoulder. Roz left the room, and went up a floor to her desk, ready to leave for the day. Then she realized she'd left her bag in the conference room. She rushed downstairs and ran along the corridor, her Doc Martins squeaking on the floor. She rounded the corner at speed.
She felt a powerful impact and heard a scream and a cry, and a pile of papers fell over her head as the they fell to the floor. For a moment she had no idea what had happened. Then she saw Diane lying face down on the floor. She pulled herself together and knelt beside her. "Diane, Diane, are you Ok? I'm sorry I, I don't know what happened, I was running to get my bag." She passed her hand through Diane's hair and tried to roll her on her back. Diane groaned and opened those startling green eyes. "I think I hit my head on the wall, can you help me up?"
Roz felt awful. She fussed and helped the dazed woman onto her back. She knelt behind her and put her arms around her and, as Diane recovered, lifted her so she was sitting up. Diane's faint scent was in her nostrils. Her hair was soft. A button had come undone on her blouse. Her cleavage was even more visible now. "Are you ok? I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it was all my fault." She kept her arm around Diane's shoulders. The body was warm. Her long neck enticing. Now Roz hoped no one would come to help, she wanted something to happen, she wanted Diane for herself. She was her boss, but fuck, here she is. Diane looked at her. "You should look where you're going, you almost knocked me out, for god's sake." Roz smiled at her. "God, I'm sorry Diane, it was my fault. I'll help you up. She squeezed Diane's shoulders. Diane was resting against Roz's hips and thighs as the Latina held her. The leather leggings were tight against her legs. Diane's hand rested on Roz's thigh as she stirred herself. Roz got up with Diane and she pulled Diane's skirt down, which had rucked up in the fall, as she got to her feet. Roz got an eyeful of shapely thigh and a flash of cotton panty as Diane got to her feet. Diane kept leaning on her. It was nice. "Lean on me Diane, are you hurt?"
"No, I think I'm ok, just a little in shock. You were like a cannonball."
"Come in here," Roz ushered her into a small conference room devoid of everything but a table. "Shit, I guess all the chairs are in the main room now."
"It's ok, I'll sit here for a sec." Diane sat on the table and leant back on her elbows, her spectacular bare legs spread slightly apart, her feet in their black heels on the floor, the edge of the table under her ass. She looked at Roz's worried expression. She smiled at her. "Don't worry Roz, I'm not going to fire you or anything, it was just an accident. I'll be fine in a moment." Roz moved and moved close in between her legs. Her fingers gently touched a bare knee.
"Thanks, Diane, I really am sorry. Can I make it up to you?"
"No, don't worry. It's not necessary, really."
"But I want to. Let me do up this button at least." Roz's fingers trembled as she fiddled with the button on Diane's blouse, the large, sumptuous globes curving away under the cotton. She moved closer in between Diane's legs. As she did so Diane's skirt slid up revealing her long, lovely thighs. Roz wanted her. Now. She was trembling so much that the button would not take. Diane covered her hand with hers, the bracelets brushing Roz's wrist.
"Roz, there's no need, I'm a big girl I can do up my own top."
"Yes, I know, but I want to do it for you, unless you want me to do something else?"
"Roz are you trying to seduce me?" Diane's body was warm, and Roz could feel her thighs around her hips and stomach.
"Why would I want to do that, Diane?" Her fingers moved and undid another button on Diane's blouse. "Oops, I didn't mean to do that."
Diane shifted her ass on the edge of the table. Roz pushed herself hard up against Diane's groin. Diane gave a sexy moan.
"Roz, I'm not sure this is a good idea, I'm your boss."
"One of my bosses, I think," Roz corrected her.
"Ok, yes, one of your bosses, but this, this is..."
"What, not very professional? Not very respectful? I can stop if you don't want it. Do you want me to stop?" Roz leant forward and kissed Diane on the lips. She pulled back and then kissed her again. "Shall I stop?" Another kiss. Diane was lost, and both knew it. Roz's finger pulled out a nipple and squeezed it. Diane moaned sexily and muttered, "No, I don't want you to stop."
"Good. Have you ever had a Spanish girl? You know we have lots of tricks and energy, yes?" She bent down and her lips closed over Diane's large nipple, her teeth gripping it gently. Diane moaned again and her strong arms pulled Roz closer, as she sucked on her tit.
"Oh god, Roz, that's good, oh god." Diane was alive with sexual arousal, every gorgeous inch of her trembling with excitement as Roz sucked her nipple hard. She then undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and unclipped her bra. The large breasts tumbled out
"Fuck, Diane, you have some tasty pechos." She sucked away and as she did so she fumbled with the zipper on her skirt. Diane was now lying back on the table, with Roz semi lying on top of her, Diane's toned legs around her waist. "I want to fuck you so bad Diane, you've no idea." She gave up with the skirt but reached up under it and grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them down. "Oh yes, you are ready, Joder! You are beautiful." Diane lay back and she felt Roz's tongue on the inside of her thighs and then it was licking her sex. She felt she was wetting everything. Diane started to breathe heavily as Roz's tongue entered her streaming slit. "Roz, oh god, oh god, finish it, finish it!" Roz could taste Diane's wetness. She wanted to see those eyes when she came, so she came up for air and lay on top of her fantasy fuck. Her fingers entered Diane, and she kissed her on the mouth. Diane was twisting and turning, and tears were in her eyes as Roz's fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. She started to come. Diane had had a few women in her time, but she had to admit that Roz knew just what to do to her. A moment of regret when she thought of Jane, what would she say? Then the surge started. She closed her eyes, feeling the wave passing through her. Her legs squeezed Roz hard as the orgasm swept up from her pelvis through her tingling nipples and then to her mouth with Roz's tongue wrapped in hers and then into her brain, a long undulating wave of pleasure that made her shake and quiver.
"Chica, I told you a Spanish girl knows how to please. Look at you! Thank you so much. You are beautiful."
"God, Roz. That was not how I thought the day would end. Are you as sly with all the other girls you want?"
"Oh no babe, I don't want most girls. Just prime pieces like you and Jane."
"Did you just do that to me to get back at Jane?"
"Shit no, you're fucking hot. I've wanted you for ages, although I'm really jealous that you get her, and she gets you." She paused, "unless you want to change it up? A threesome would be nice?" Diane smiled, put on her bra, and rearranged her blouse, and she pulled up her panties and smoothed down her skirt. The bottom of one thigh was damp with her juices. "Well, I like you too Roz." She said as she put her arms around her, and bending down, she tenderly kissed Roz's lips.
Outside they heard Judy and someone else exclaiming about the mess. "Stay here preciosa, I'll go out and help. You stay here until we've finished." Diane was about to comment, but Roz had opened the door and was helping them outside. Diane stayed quiet in the room, hoping they wouldn't come in, as she had no idea how she would explain being in this empty room with one of the best-looking girls in the office, when all relevant papers were scattered to the four winds outside. Roz didn't look in again, probably because she couldn't get away from them easily, so after about 20 minutes Diane slunk out of the room and went home. Now what, she thought, shall I tell Jane?