Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/F
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Office Sex Part 3
By
Jan
After Wendy got a new job and moved to another State in April, I continued seeing Wilma and her daughter when it was convenient. One day there was a bring your daughter to work day. Everyone was supposed to bring their daughters to work. I brought Wilma to work with me. Everyone was surprised that I had a daughter but thought that they could see the family resemblance.
The secretarial pool was dying to talk to Wilma. I sent her to the lunchroom to get coffee for us, knowing that someone would follow her and ask her some questions. When she returned to my office, I asked her who followed her. She told me that it was a young blonde with a Texas accent. I knew right away that it had been Jenny, a 22-year-old fresh out of an El Paso secretarial school.
Wilma told me that the girl had asked her if her mother had a lot of male and female friends. She told Jenny that I mostly had female friends. Wilma played it coy when Jenny tried to find out if Wilma knew if I was having sex with my women friends. She pretended to be so naive that she didn't understand what she was asking. She told Jenny that she needed to ask Mom. That must have frustrated Jenny. That told me that Jenny had an interest in me sexually. That was enough to stimulate me. When I brought Wilma home with me, I removed her panties and sat her butt on the arm of the overstuffed leather sofa, so that I could kneel on the sofa and cling to her thighs while I ate her pussy. I brought her an orgasm before I took her home.
I started thinking about Jenny. She was a petite blonde with blue-green eyes. Her face was a fresh cherubic innocent quality that belied her obvious sexual quality. Her tiny body was well developed. If you didn't have another body to compare hers with you would realize just how mature her body was. It had been summer when I hired her. Her lightweight clothes from El Paso, Texas was adequate until winter arrived. She struggled to spend as much of her discretionary income to buy suitable clothes for a cooler climate and appropriate office work. I noticed her nylons had runs in them.
I invited her to join me for lunch and took her to a local Mexican restaurant that served Tex-Mex food. (I figured that she might prefer that style over California Mexican food.) I inquired about how she liked working for our company, and how she was getting along with the staff.
She assured me that she likes working for the company. She was learning a lot. She added that she liked all of the women in the secretarial pool. She did say that some of the young men flirting with her so much was a distraction.
I placed my hand on top of hers and said: "That was why I put you in my office. The office Romeos won't bother you as long as you're around me. I added I'm aware that making ends meet is difficult. Paying for rent, utilities, food, and having to buy a winter wardrobe leave you strapped for money. I have noticed that all of your nylons have runs in them."
Jenny almost cried: "I'm trying my best to make ends meet."
I patted her hand: "I assure you that I understand. I had to struggle just like you when I came to California. If you let me, I would like to help you."
She asked me what I had in mind.
I said: "I could take you shopping after work and buy some items like nylons."
She blushed: "I'm embarrassed, and don't know what to say."
I realized that the office gossip had told her that I'm a dyke. I said: "I know the office gossip is that I'm a dyke. Just so you know, I AM, but I would never force myself on anyone! You would be as safe with me as you would be with your own mother."
Jenny was still blushing.
I said: "You can make up your mind later." When we went back to work nothing more was said. Just before quitting time Jenny turned toward me and said: "Lez, I would truly appreciate your help."
I knew that she used the city bus line because she couldn't afford the insurance for a car, let alone the gas. I walked her to my car and drove her to a discount store and bought her a dozen nude nylons. I suspected that her bras and panties were getting ragged. I bought her a dozen panties and three bras. I also bought her a pair of black and tan pumps with three-inch heels.
I invited her to join me for dinner and took her to a French Basque restaurant and bought her tongue for dinner. She was impressed by the meal and the surroundings. When I drove her to her apartment, she felt obligated to invite me in for coffee.
I was not surprised by the apartment. It was an old building built probably in the 1920's. With stucco walls, red tile roof, and arched doors and windows typical of the California interpretation of Spanish architecture. The wood floor, doors and window frames were dark with age. The kitchens were low in the twenties because people were not as tall. interior was. I thought they were just right for Jenny's petite size. She filled her coffee pot with water and added eight spoonsful of Maxwell House coffee grounds to the basket. Before she put the pot on the stove, I asked her if she had cinnamon. I added a tea spoon to the basket.
She didn't have much in the way of dishes and silverware. She produced two coffee mugs and picked up the coffee pot and we moved to the living area and placed the mugs on coasters and filled our mugs. She offered sugar and creamer. I suggested that she taste the coffee first. She may find the cinnamon may have sweetened the coffee enough. She took a little sip and smiled. We sat there and talked while we drank our coffee. I learned a lot about her family and why she chose to leave Texas.
She had no desire to marry a redneck Texan and be pregnant the first five or sex years. Her family had already picked a tall skinny truck driver they wanted her to marry. There was nothing about him she liked. He was a male showiest, and even his body smelled like a goat. That's why I came to California. I had to get away before I was forced to become a typical redneck wife (barefoot and pregnant).
Jenny asked: "When did knew that I preferred sex with females?"
I told her that I was 8-yesrs-old with my teenage babysitter introduced me to sex. I was a teenager when I met an older woman to taught me everything I needed to know about sex. I loved her dearly. I never had an interest in men."
Jenny said: "I must have led a very sheltered life because I had very little exposure to that kind of life. The fundamental church of Christ my family belong to believe that any deviant sexual behavior had to be stamped out. They force self-confessed gays to undergo retraining therapy."
I commented: "I would love to show you the pleasures of lesbianism."
Jenny said in all innocence: "Does it hurt?"
I chuckled: "It doesn't have to, although some women are into Sadomasochism forms of sex."
I was sitting close enough that I could feel her body heat, so I ran my fingers down her arm lightly, leaned close and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm going to seduce you if you have no objections?" Jenny paused for a moment and returned my kiss. I took her into my arms and hugged her. While I gave her another kiss that became very intense. I gave her a tongue kiss. I gently stroked her body. She responded by her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. I skillfully began to pull the quarter sleeves off of her shoulders, so that I could kiss her neck and shoulders. I pulled the zipper down the back of her dress to be able to dress her arms and pull the dress down to her lap. I also unhooked the new bra and pulled it off of her body. I actually envied the days when my own breasts looked as firm as hers. They were plump pear shaped. The creamy orbs were the size of grapefruit and the mauve areolas were the perky caps of the pears and the nipples were the stems. I couldn't resist bending over and sucking on those lovely areolas and feeling the other tit. Jenny's breathing became raged and uneven. While I was nursing on her tit, I placed a hand on her knee.
I slowly ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. I felt the muscles in her leg ripple in response to my touch as my hand worked its way up her nylon clad leg. As my fingers drew close to the warmth of her panty covered crotch, I felt the warmth. I stroked the damp slippery material. I slipped my fingers under the elastic leg opening and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. I felt the soft tentacle of her pubic hair. I sought out the opening her vagina. Her labia minora was still hidden within her labia majora. Her clitoris was just a little tab of skin. When I stimulated her clit, she reacted by squirming around and making audible little whimpering sounds of pleasure. I masturbated her until she had an orgasm.
Watching her sweet face while she was having her orgasm, I got so excited I almost had one myself. I slid off the couch and knelt between her shapely legs. I used both hands to pull her panties out from under butt and free her pumps. I pushed her dress up around her waist so that I could study her vagina. It had been years since my own vagina looked like hers. Her blonde pubic hair was a natural triangle. I absolutely adored the smell of her pussy. I placed my hands on her thighs and started licking her pussy. Jenny was telling me how much she loved what I was doing to her. She only stopped talking when she had a second orgasm. She even passed out and her body quivered uncontrollable until she opened her eyes.
I took her to my bedroom and finished undressing her. She watched every move I made as I undressed myself and joined her on the bed and as I covered us with covers, I wrapped my legs around her right leg and took her into my arms. Her head was resting on my left arm with her cheek resting against my left tit. The following Monday, I set in motion my plan to make it possible for me to make Jenny my lover.
I had to find a job for her that would reduce the gossip about me fucking her. There was a brilliant engineer. He was a tall handsome man, that happened to be gay. His secretary was worthy of promotion. I went to his office and suggested that I promote his secretary to be the general manager's secretary, and move Jenny into his office. He was clever enough to know I had an altera motive for my proposal.
He mused: "They are all deserving motivated for the moves, but there is something you're not telling me. What is behind it all?"
I was amused that he suspected my motives. "I am seducing Jenny and plan on moving her into my apartment. I want Jenny working where the office Romeos won't be bothering her constantly and reduce the office gossip about her and me."
He smiled: "I want something as well. I need an assistant to work with me in my office. There happens to be a summer intern working in a copier room that happens to be an engineering student from Stanford. I would like James Green to be my draftsman for the summer."
I assured him that I could arrange that. Then I convinced the general manager's secretary that she could have the Human Resources position next month with the current one retired next month. She was thrilled at the prospect. Then I went to the copier room and asked him if he would like to spend the rest of the summer working as a draftsman for an engineer. I added that the e engineer happened to be gay. I noticed a quick smile before his face relaxed. (I suspected that James was pleased at the prospect.) Then I offered the general manager secretarial position to the engineer's secretary. She was happy with the promotion. The last thing was to explain my plan to Jenny.
By that weekend Jenny and I had moved all of her belongings into my apartment and closed her account with her landlord. The following Monday, all of the movies took place. I proceeded to educate Jenny about the pleasures of lesbian sex. I was thrilled by the way Jenny responded to my sexual advances. I sucked her tits and pussy to orgasm. I even taught her the joys of having her asshole rimmed. The smell of her pussy all over my face, hands, and body. Jenny professed her love for me and was soon making love to me like she had been born to lesbianism.
The engineer confided to me that his assistant was a treasure. He insisted on inviting us on a dinner date to celebrate our good fortune. I suggest a really nice restaurant that had a dinner show. It was a middle easter restaurant. We had lamb for dinner and the belly dancer was amazing. Her costume was covered with coins. As she danced the clanking of the coins crested a rhythm. She was an attractive middle-aged woman and she took a coin about the size of a silver dollar and stuck the edge of the coin into fold of her belly and proceeded to roll the coin down her body by creating another fold and rolling the coin over into the next fold. She walked the coin down her body six times and back up her body again. She did all in time to music played by the simple drum, stringed instrument and a couple of wind instruments...That woman was an amazing example of a middle-aged woman that exudes human sexuality without having the perfect body or face. When our evening was over Jenny and I went home and had one of our most exciting evenings.
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