This five-part story is based on my years working in an office with some very horny women: Rosemary and Victoria and Marie and Tricia (and Ben). I leave you to guess which one is me!
Office Girls - 1
Rosemary yawned and stretched, lifting her arms above her head so that she could feel her ample breasts thrusting forward, as if they were trying to burst the bonds of her 42C bra. She sighed as she suddenly felt the need to have them fondled and squeezed. She looked longingly through her window towards Marie, who was bent over some document on her desk. Marie's long dark hair cascaded over her face, baring the nape of her neck, a neck that was asking to be kissed. Rosemary looked hungrily at that kissable exposed flesh and sighed again. A familiar tingle started up in the pit of her stomach. She lowered her arms and ran her hands over her boobs. Hm, not bad for forty, she thought to herself. Still nice and firm despite their plumpness. Quite a pair of juicy fruits for the right mouth! At that moment, Marie looked round as if she knew that Rosemary's eyes were on her. She looked knowingly at Rosemary's self-caressing hands, smiled briefly at her as if to say "Yes, I'd love to, but not now, my love", and returned to her perusal of the document. Rosemary sighed yet again. How she would love to go to bed with Marie! Never mind, she thought, there might be other plums ripe for picking...
One of those "ripe plums" was Victoria Jones, a pretty girl, fair-haired, curvy rather than buxom, the sort of young woman that you find in all offices: nice legs, nice bottom, nice face - and, Rosemary thought, smiling lasciviously, a delicious juicy cunt ready for a woman's probing fingers. Victoria worked in another part of the same office, and acted as a sort of gopher to the other women. She quite liked all of them. She envied Marie her dark good looks and her magnificent legs and bottom, features that you couldn't miss, given the short tight skirts that Marie wore. She also liked to go into Tricia's office and imagine what it must be like to have such long legs and such beautiful blond tresses. And then there was the steamiest one of them all, Rosemary.... Those full red lips, that wet mouth, those long tapering fingers with their menacing lacquered nails... Victoria's breath quickened. She was scared of Rosemary but couldn't keep away from her. That funny feeling between her legs started up at the thought of being close to this powerful, this dangerous woman. Rosemary had a way of looking at her that made Victoria's heart beat faster. Something in the woman's eyes, a certain predatory look, the sort of look that you usually get from men... Victoria swallowed hard, got up, smoothed her short skirt over her thighs, and picked up a file. Any file, it didn't matter which. It was time to go to the loo ......
She walked demurely down the office, past Rosemary's open door, and straight on without even looking at the woman. She went out of the office, turned left down the corridor and through the door at the end marked "Women". She went into a cubicle and closed the door without bolting it, squatted on the seat, her panties round her ankles and, parting her legs slightly, and let go a delicious stream of golden liquid. The pleasure she got from pissing was almost sexual. She tore a sheet of toilet paper off the roll, wiped her cunt and let the paper drop into the pan. She started to take her hand away, but knew that she wouldn't, as the old familiar urge began to take hold of her. That old familiar urge to masturbate was something that she not only could not resist, it was the one thing that gave meaning to her life. Ever since she was a little girl, she had played with herself. As far back as she could remember, even when she was in the infants, she had consoled herself with her fingers. Feeling aroused now, she slid her hand between her thighs. As soon as her forefinger touched her clit, she could not hold back any longer, but started to rub the sensitive spot vigorously, her eyes closed in ecstasy. In her mind's eye were images of the other women who worked in her office: Tricia with her stupendous legs - what it must be like to have her thighs wrapped round your neck! Marie, dark and sensual - it must be heaven to drown in all that soft warm flesh. Those lovely boobs! Victoria's frigging finger became more frenzied. Another image, more erotic than all the others, came unbidden into her mind. She could see Rosemary's heavy mouth with its full wet lips, imagining it pressed against her own, Rosemary's lovely long tongue forcing its way into Victoria's mouth ......
Victoria came suddenly then, her spasms rendering her helpless. How desperately she needed someone to share her moments of ecstasy. Surely there was a woman somewhere who would fancy her enough to fuck her! Of course, there was such a woman, and she was only a few metres away, buxom and blowzy maybe, but all woman just the same. She couldn't remember when her cunt had been so wet. The slippery feel of her silky cuntlips under her fingers made her even more excited. How she wished there was another woman there at that moment to appreciate that silkiness! At that moment, the outer loo door opened. Victoria held her breath, not daring to hope that it might be the luscious Rosemary. She heard the click-click of high heels on the stone floor, footsteps which approached her cubicle and stopped. Who was it? Victoria held her breath. "You in there, Victoria?" It was Rosemary's voice, deep-throated and seductive. "Ye-yes. I shan't be a minute..."
Victoria waited for the sound of Rosemary's footsteps to move away, but there was silence. Embarrassed at the knowledge that the woman was standing only a foot or two away from her on the other side of the door, Victoria became very conscious of her tingling clit and her well-lubricated cunt. What if Rosemary could smell her? Victoria stood up, pulled up her panties and lowered her miniskirt as far as it would go, which wasn't far: the top of her thighs in fact - just the sort of provocative length that gave men a hard-on and caused women's cunts to twitch with lust. Conscious that her face would show a telltale flush resulting from her sexual arousal, the young girl took a deep breath and opened the cubicle door. Rosemary was standing just outside the door as Victoria had expected, her blue eyes wide with curiosity, a knowing smile on her lips. Victoria tried not to look at that generous mouth, the red lips wet as if the woman had been licking them in anticipation of eating something delectable...
What Victoria couldn't help noticing, too, was that the top two buttons of Rosemary's blouse were undone, offering a mouthwatering cleavage to Victoria's hungry eyes. Rosemary was wearing a skirt which also buttoned down the front, and this too was partly undone to reveal an expanse of delicious white thigh. The inverted V made by the open flaps of the skirt seemed to be pointing upwards to the woman's crutch, a hot dark mysterious place that Victoria did not dare even to think about.
"Do you feel better now, Victoria?" the woman asked, her eyes boring into Victoria's as if to dig out the truth. As she spoke, she reached forward to brush Victoria's long dark hair back from her face. The woman's touch sent a thrill through the girl's nipples. Rosemary's hand slipped round Victoria's neck, pulling the girl's face up to her own. As their lips met, Victoria felt herself propelled back into the loo, so that their illicit embrace would be away from prying eyes. Rosemary held the girl tight in a passionate embrace, her thick full mouth clamped over Victoria's, her tongue forcing its way into her mouth in a wet French kiss that made Victoria reel.
She was overwhelmed by Rosemary's incredible womanliness and by the incredible brazenness in grabbing what she wanted. What wonderful breasts, thought Victoria as she allowed herself to be pressed against them. Every fibre of her body was responding too to the heat from the woman's groin as she began to grind against Victoria. The rubbing together of their pubic mounds was generating such heat and excitement, even through the material of their skirts, that the two females were finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.
Victoria wanted the kiss to last forever, wanted to stay locked tightly in this incredibly sexy woman's arms, wanted to prolong the wonderful contact of breast against breast, thigh against thigh, cunt against cunt, wanted to forget everything else in the world except the feeling of fulfilment and security in Rosemary's passionate embrace.
Inside Rosemary's head at that moment was the ringing sound of a triumphant bell, signalling another successful seduction of a young girl, another recruit to the beautiful world of sweet lesbianism. How Rosemary loved themagical word "lesbian": from the licking sensation of the tongue-tip L through the pouting kiss as the sweet sibilance of the S melted into the bilabial plosion of the B to the definitive closure as the word was sealed like two lipsticked mouths on the final N. LESBIAN! LESBIAN! LESBIAN! The wonderful word rang in her head like a bell.
When they finally broke away in exhaustion from their passionate kiss, Rosemary whispered softly into her young lover's ear.
"Isn't being lesbian a wonderful thing, Victoria? Aren't you glad you're a lesbian. Aren't ou glad you prefer women? Isn't a woman's love infinitely preferable? I love being a lesbian, don't you, Victoria? Tell me you're happy this way. Please! Whisper it to me now! Say it: I AM A LESBIAN!"
Victoria blushed to the roots of her hair. She loved what she and Rosemary did together, loved to be crushed against that awesome bosom, loved to feel the tingling in her cunt as their two bodies ground against each other, loved the sense of danger and the furtiveness of gropings in the ladies' loo, loved the thought that she could be attractive to a woman as worldly-wise and experienced as Rosemary, loved all of these forbidden delights, and, yes, preferred them, to the clumsy fumblings of men. But, she had difficulty in coming to terms with the admission that she was truly a lesbian, totally oriented to her own sex, able to get fulfilment only with other women. And here was this Amazon of a lesbian, crushing her in her arms, and begging her to whisper the words which would cause her to face the awful truth, the wonderful truth, about herself...that she was indeed a devout and committed lesbian, an initiate into the secret and wonderful sisterhood where women love women. Yes, she thought, I really am a lesbian. The word rang in her head too: LESBIAN! LESBIAN! LESBIAN!
At that moment, the outer door opened, and Marie came in. She paused, startled by the sight of Rosemary and Victoria in a tight, unmistakeably sexual embrace, and then continued on her way into a cubicle as if it were the most normal thing in the world to find two women snogging in the ladies', which of course it was. As soon as that outer door is closed, women are able to be themselves, to throw off the pretence forced on them by the outside world, and to seek fulfilment, thrills and joy in each other's arms..
"Please don't mind me!" she said in an even tone. "I'd join you, but I'm dying for a pee!" She thrust her hand suggestively between her legs, stuck out her tongue in a licking gesture as if to say "You know where i'd like to stick this, don't you?", went into a vacant cubicle and squatted, her panties round her ankles in full view of the two women. They both looked at Marie squatting there peeing. She winked at them and grinned. "Either of you two ladies thirsty?" she asked mischievously.
Victoria pulled away from her lesbian lover's encircling arms, more embarrassed than ever, and ran out of the loo. Rosemary calmly adjusted her hair in front of the mirror, waiting for Marie to come out. When the latter finally emerged, obviously feeling a lot better after a long satisfying piss, she went and stood at the next washbasin to Rosemary. It was Marie who spoke first. "You certainly like `em young, Rosemary." "And willing!" "Yes, and willing. Still, what woman isn't willing once she has someone to press the right buttons?" Rosemary looked at Marie's reflection in the mirror. Marie's eyes had a frank gaze whose meaning was crystal clear. If Rosemary wanted to make it with Marie, this was the time to start.
The two women turned to face each other. They stood silent, their eyes locked in a long gaze which said everything. Then Marie came forward and planted a wet kiss on Rosemary's mouth. Rosemary threw her arms round Marie and held her tight, squeezing her until she gasped for breath. "If only you knew how I've longed for this moment!" Rosemary whispered hoarsely. "Me too!" Marie's voice was equally hoarse with passion. Marie could feel her cuntjuices running, wetting her knickers and causing her to squeeze her thighs together. Rosemary too was even hotter between the legs that she had been during her randy encounter with the young tasty Victoria. "Tonight?" "Yes, let's." "Your place or mine?" "Yours might be best, but my boyfriend might want to come along." At the mention of a boyfriend, Rosemary pulled back dismayed. "It's all right, Rosemary," Marie said reassuringly. "He won't get in the way, I promise you. He's not really a man, anyway, if you know what I mean."
Rosemary was dubious, but agreed anyway. She was so hot for Marie now that she would have fucked her in the presence of the entire office staff, male and female alike. Marie reached forward and took Rosemary's magnificent boobs in her cupped hands. "I can't wait to get my mouth on these!" she said breathlessly. "And I can't wait to get mine on this!" replied Rosemary, thrusting her hand up Marie's skirt to fondle her pussy. "My God, you're wet!" she added "What do you expect after what just happened!" Rosemary withdrew her hand and thrust her wet fingers into her mouth. "Hmm! You taste good, my love!" Marie grinned. "You're incorrigible, Rosemary!"
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