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The Girls from the Office: Part 2 (F/F, watersports, pantyhose, exhib) By Ana Thema
The next day Betsy went to work as usual, wearing another, slightly different black skirt and white silk blouse, the same black patent leather shoes on her feet. As before, she wore no panties with her pantyhose, preferring to feel as much of the nylon rub against her genitals as possible. She sat at her computer taking calls, filing the occasional document that hadn't yet been transferred to a digital record, and returning email correspondence. Just as the day was starting to wind down, one of her coworkers -- someone she didn't know super well, named Janet? Janis? Something with a J -- came and stood by her desk.
"Hey," she said, smiling and leaning her hip against the desk and placing her palm flat against the surface. "How's things? I don't see you much anymore since you moved over to this side of the building." Jessica, Betsy suddenly remembered. The woman's name was Jessica.
Betsy smiled back. "Not too bad, but it's boring," she said. "If the phone stops ringing, I'm pretty much alone with my thoughts all day. How's life over in the claims department?"
Jessica was another large woman who stood at a mere five-feet-eight next to Betsy's majestic height, but she wore the same size everything else -- including bras, as the ladies would soon learn. Her brown curly hair flowed down her shoulders as she shifted her weight to lean forward on Betsy's desk on her elbows. "Ugh, sorry, my back is killing me," said Jessica, twisting her hips a little and showing a fair amount of cleavage down the front of her navy blue blouse. "It's the usual," she sighed. "Bob is running the show as always, trying to win an award for micromanaging." As she shifted around, one of the buttons on Jessica's sleeve caught along her neckline and pulled it sharply downward, almost causing her large breasts to spill out of her blouse entirely. "Whoops!" Jessica laughed, and she stood up and turned her back while she adjusted her clothing. "Sorry, didn't mean to flash you there!"
Betsy laughed too, but she could feel her giant clit starting to get hard inside her pantyhose. She'd never thought of Jessica one way or another, but now that she saw her wriggling and bending in front of her desk, Betsy could see that she was sensually built: all hips and ass and tits under her tasteful plus-size work clothes.
"Since it's been so long," continued Jessica, "do you wanna maybe get together sometime? Go catch up?"
Was it Betsy's imagination, or did she see Jessica blushing a little? Were her cheeks always that pretty shade of pink? Suddenly Betsy found herself extremely attracted to the other woman, and her whole body started responding. Before she could answer Jessica's question, however, there was another right on its heels, which would sound so innocent to anyone passing by right now, but made Betsy's color rise. Jessica leaned forward again, a small, wicked smile on her face, and she asked, "Do you like to go to the park?"
Betsy was taken aback. She stuttered a little. "S-sometimes. Not much, I mean, well sure, but not like all the time. But sure. Why?" Jessica giggled a little, but her expression was kind. She didn't seem to be making fun of Betsy, and her attitude only became friendlier. "Marlene and I go there sometimes," she said. Betsy did remember Marlene from claims -- a short, thin, lovely Asian woman with an asymmetrical haircut and a liking for linen slacks. "We saw you there once maybe a month ago, and then again yesterday. We walked up just as you were, uh . . . getting ready to leave." Jessica gestured toward her waist, then mimicked pulling a hiked skirt down over her legs. Betsy was certain that she blushed then, and she might have looked a little horrified, because Jessica hurriedly touched her arm and said, "No, don't worry, it's fine. Marlene and I go there sometimes for . . . similar activities."
Betsy knew that Jessica and Marlene knew each other, but she didn't know they were that close. "I didn't know you were close," she blurted, before she knew what she was saying.
Jessica giggled. "We're not, like, a couple, if that's what you mean. We're friends. We just sometimes -- well. Ladies need to stick together now and again. It's nice to have a helping hand, especially from someone with . . . similar interests. In fact, she wanted to know if we could all get together and go to the park. The three of us." As if to illustrate her point, Jessica stood up and squirmed a little, and Betsy pictured her thighs sliding together, wondering if she, too, liked to feel pantyhose rubbing directly against her clit. "I really have to pee," said Jessica candidly.
Betsy moaned aloud almost imperceptibly, but Jessica heard. Betsy said, "I . . . I would really like that. To go to the park. With you and Marlene. I think . . . uh . . . I think it might be fun." She swallowed hard. "I'm not wearing panties," she blurted, then blushed even harder with embarrassment. "Sorry. I didn't mean to --"
"No, it's fine," Jessica said smiling. "I'm not either. I love feeling my pantyhose rub me. Do you like that too?" Betsy nodded. Jessica squirmed again. "I really have to pee," she repeated. "Is anyone still here besides you?" Betsy shook her head. Her boss had left hours ago, and she'd been by herself ever since. Jessica made herself stop squirming, then shifted to stand with her legs spread fairly wide, her knees slightly bent. "Can I maybe . . . borrow your hand?" she asked.
Trembling, Betsy rolled her office chair forward and extended a hand. She looked at Jessica for confirmation, who smiled and nodded, and Betsy cupped her hand with the palm up, slowly moving it toward her skirt. "That's it," Jessica encouraged. Betsy felt her upturned hand graze against Jessica's thighs until she stopped about two inches away from her pussy. She looked up again to see an expression of concentration on the other woman's face, then felt a small trickle of liquid in her hand, which stopped almost as soon as it started.
"Hmm," said Jessica. "That won't do. Can I borrow your coffee mug?" Betsy removed her hand from under Jessica's skirt, and before she could help herself, she licked her palm, tasting the salty piss. She and Jessica smiled at each other, and Betsy found her green latte mug on the corner of her desk. "It's pretty big," she told Jessica, "so you won't have to worry."
Jessica took the mug and put it under her skirt. Betsy heard a hissing sound, and a look of relief started to show on Jessica's face. Betsy reached under Jessica's skirt again and felt her pee with her fingers. She traced her fingers up Jessica's thigh, and hearing no objection, she rested her thumb against her engorged clit. "Ohh . . ." Jessica moaned as Betsy started to stroke lightly. "You'll feel better soon," said Betsy reassuringly, and Jessica gently humped against Betsy's hand as she continued emptying her bladder. The women were careful not to spill Jessica's piss on the carpet, and as her stream came to an end, Betsy felt Jessica's clit twitch and her lips get wetter as she moaned softly through an orgasm.
Betsy withdrew her hand. Jessica opened her eyes and smiled lazily at Betsy. "I really liked that," she said. Jessica then carefully removed the latte mug, which she sat on Betsy's desk, and the women both looked at Jessica's hot piss. On impulse, Betsy stood up and lifted the front of her skirt, thrust her hips forward, and displayed her large genitals to Jessica. She hadn't been planning to do it but was turned on even more by showing her mini-erection to the woman who had just peed in her hand. As Jessica stared with widening eyes and obvious desire on her face, Betsy reached down the front of her pantyhose and adjusted her pussy lips, then took her hand away to reveal her labia spread out against the inside of her hose, leaving nothing to the imagination. Betsy then hiked her skirt up around her hips and lifted one leg, bent her knee, and put her foot on her desk, spreading herself wide open for her audience of one. "I like showing off," Betsy explained. "What do you think?"
Jessica sank slowly to her knees. "Can I . . . can I touch it?" she asked, looking up at Betsy's face. Betsy nodded. Jessica extended one finger and brushed it slowly along the length of Betsy's clit from the base to the head. She rubbed just underneath the distinct helmet, watching Betsy's clit harden even more. "It's so big," Jessica said in admiration. She cupped her hand over Betsy's vulva then and moved it in slow circles, eliciting a groan from Betsy, who braced herself on her desk with one hand as she tilted her head back. She pumped her hips a few times, thrusting against Jessica's hand, then pulled back. "Watch," she told Jessica.
Betsy faced the desk then, which was crotch-height for the tall woman, and pressed her labia against the side of her desktop. She held her soft belly out of the way with one arm and slowly humped her huge clit up and down, masturbating herself against the office furniture. She looked Jessica in the eye and groaned again, then started shamelessly groping her own tits through her blouse, making her nipples stand out against the fabric. "I need to cum," she said. "It feels so good. I like you watching. Watch me cum."
It didn't take long. Jessica watched as Betsy's pace increased, and her large clit visibly twitched several times before Betsy cried out in her orgasm. She whimpered as the feelings subsided, and when she backed up on shaky legs, her sticky labia pulled away with strands of fluid extending to the desk. Betsy dipped her fingers into the latte mug containing Jessica's piss and started to rub her lips and clit, teasing herself to another orgasm immediately, which made her ejaculate against her palm as she came again.
Jessica, still on her knees, stared up at Betsy in wonder. "It's just so big," she said it again. "I've never seen anything so amazing." Betsy grinned, turned to face her coworker, and thrust forward again. She was very proud of her impressive clit, which had always brought her such pleasure. Jessica reached again and caressed Betsy's labia lightly before standing up.
The two women faced each other, standing very close. Neither moved to extend the distance but instead looked into each other's eyes and smiled again. As Jessica reached down to hike up her own skirt, Betsy put out a hand and rested it casually on Jessica's right breast, feeling the nipple harden under her thumb as she rubbed. In response, Jessica undid her top four buttons and pulled her blouse open to reveal her cleavage and a white lace bra. "Here," she said, giggling a little. "Easy access!" Betsy giggled too and reached inside Jessica's bra, then slid her other hand between Jessica's legs again and rubbed her clit and lips, reached even farther back to squeeze her ass, and returned to her genitals again.
"I love being felt up," Jessica said. "This is making me hot again." She closed her eyes and moaned softly, rotating her hips and grinding into Betsy's hand. "Anytime you want to get a feel, just stop my desk and reach up my skirt. Marlene does it all the time in the copy room, and it makes me cum so hard." Jessica reciprocated and also reached forward, gently tweaking Betsy's hard nipples through her white blouse. The two women played with each other, smiling and blushing, occasionally leaning forward to kiss, brushing their tongues together.
When they finally parted, their hands as sticky as their pussies, Jessica straightened and re-fastened her clothes as Betsy rearranged hers as well. "Marlene's still on vacation until next Monday, but I know she'll be excited to hear you want to go to the park with us," she said. "And remember, just come stop by my desk if you need anything." She bit her lower lip as she grinned. Betsy smiled back and squeezed Jessica's ass one last time before they said goodnight.