The law firm of Osborn and Wilke was big. With 350 attorneys, it ranked third in the state. So, Sarah felt proud to be a new associate…and intimidated. Never the most secure person to begin with, she tried to convince herself she belonged.
She knew there were many other 25-year-old attorneys ready to take her spot if she faltered. One way or another, Sarah was determined not to let that happen. But, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t be insecure. That was just her way.
Sarah also knew her looks alone wouldn’t help her now. She was an extremely attractive young woman with short blonde hair. But, one of those was in every third office. And if the attorney was average, the secretary might be a model. Showing a little cleavage wouldn’t buy Sarah any breaks within Osborn and Wilke.
This was not a good day for showing skin anyway. It was late November, but felt like January. Sarah rushed from her car to the office with her head down against the biting wind.
She took the elevator to the third floor and headed down the hall. The smell of coffee made her feel somewhat warmer as she neared her office.
“Good morning, Chris,” Sarah said cheerfully as she passed the secretary’s cubicle.
“Hi, Sarah. Can you believe how cold it is?”
Sarah turned the key in her door and it swung open.
“No. This is crazy. I’m not ready for it,” she said while throwing her coat over the back of a large chair.
“We have white chocolate cappuccino again in the machine. Do you want one?”
Chris was leaning around the corner of Sarah’s office, watching her settle into the chair behind her desk.
“Oh, cool,” Sarah said. “Yes. Please.”
Chris enjoyed working for the young attorney. Although Chris was 34, she looked much younger and the people in Human Resources were probably the only ones that knew she wasn’t in her twenties.
Chris did little to dissuade people from thinking she was younger, but her maturity couldn’t be denied. She was particularly adept at picking up on other people’s strengths and weaknesses.
In Sarah she saw an intelligent, beautiful attorney capable of going wherever she wanted in life, but with a fear of being revealed. What was behind this insecurity, Chris didn’t know. She was still working on that one.
Chris returned with two cups of steaming brown cappuccino, setting one on Sarah’s desk.
“Thanks,” the young woman said.
In the three weeks they had worked together Chris learned to tell when Sarah wanted company or to be left alone. The tone of the attorney’s voice, the shuffling of papers—they all gave clues.
This morning Chris interpreted things as “leave me alone.” So, she was surprised when Sarah invited her to sit and talk.
The conversation took no specific direction until Chris mentioned how well she thought Sarah was adjusting to the firm.
Sarah stared at her intently.
“You really think so?” she asked.
“Sure,” Chris replied. “I’ve seen older attorneys take longer than you to figure everything out. Especially the guys. I think it’s their egos.”
Chris stopped, looking up at Sarah a little sheepishly.
“I mean, you have the right to be proud and all, but…”
Sarah didn’t let her finish. Or rather, didn’t let Chris dig a deeper hole.
“Oh, stop it. I know what everyone thinks of attorneys. Especially ones like me right out of school,” Sarah said. “But I can’t believe you think I’m getting it.”
“Sure you are. Just remember that I’ll help you with anything you need.”
Sarah took the opportunity to ask about some billing procedures she still wasn’t sure of and, soon, nearly an hour had passed. She felt better after their talk; something that was happening more and more as Sarah got settled in.
The two women often met one last time late in the day. On this day the discussion was non-business related and very casual. Sarah complimented Chris on her sweater and jacket combination, which accentuated the secretary’s full and firm breasts.
Sarah had already determined that Chris probably didn’t own anything that didn’t highlight some part of her perfect, long body. And she was jealous of the woman’s dark blonde hair that fell gracefully over her shoulders.
But, it was a mutual appreciation of beauty. Chris was stunned the first time she met Sarah, despite the surplus of stunning people at the firm. Sarah’s was a natural beauty with minimal help from makeup and never a lessening of good taste by way of cheap, revealing clothes.
In fact, both women could have whichever man they wanted. And they both knew it.
Sarah was looking forward to the firm Christmas party. It was scheduled for the second week in December and she was anxious to officially kick off the holiday party season. The two attorneys she was paired with…both men…promised to make her feel comfortable among all the new faces.
She went to Chris, of course, for better advice on what to wear. Chris’ advice: “Knock ’em dead.”
Chris assured her that anything she put on would impress the crowd. Chris, herself, would be wearing a dress she found on sale the week before. Sarah could sense the excitement in Chris’ voice and she couldn’t wait to see it.
Chris also listed who to avoid and who to “suck up” to. Sarah took mental notes between laughing spells.
By the day of the party, Sarah had worked at the firm for almost two months. Chris had become her most trusted confidante, but Sarah tried not to let the other attorneys know to what extent she relied on the secretary.
It was a caste system, she told herself, which was undeniably under the surface. And then there was the problem with the fact that Sarah just really, really liked Chris. They never socialized despite both women being single. Neither felt that the other necessarily needed the company.
An hour before leaving for the party, Sarah slid on the black pants of a suit she decided to wear. They were half a size too small and she turned in front of the mirror with an approving smile. The top was a cotton blouse with a large collar. As she often did, Sarah went braless. The material felt good against her skin and she stopped two buttons from the top before tucking it into her pants. The blouse fit snugly against her breasts without giving away her lack of a bra. In the mirror, just a hint of her cleavage appeared.
Sarah pulled her arms through the waist-length jacket and watched it settle into place. She was ready.
The party was at a private club downtown that Chris said had several floors and rooms off of rooms, which made getting away from people you didn’t want to be with easy. Sarah assumed there was a good chance she’d have to use the escape routes before the evening was over.
She parked and walked quickly in the cold night air to the club. Two couples were just ahead of her and they, too, entered through the ornate wooden doors of the club.
The small group checked their coats and went up a set of three steps to a large, open lobby. Christmas light and decorations were everywhere. Overstuffed chairs were sprinkled comfortably throughout the area. Two or three were occupied with older gentlemen conversing with other men standing beside them, drinks in hand. It all reminded Sarah of Dorothy Sayers mystery novels. She hoped there would be no “unpleasantness” at this club tonight.
“Sarah. I’m glad you made it.”
The young woman turned at the abrupt sound of the voice to face Brian, one of the attorneys she was paired with in her litigation group.
He was a short, dark man of about 35 who she had found to be extremely helpful and friendly. They got along well and often went out to lunch together. Brian was married and Sarah trusted his friendship to be just that.
Tonight she suspected it had been his role to watch out for her and lead her into the heart of the party.
“Hi, Brian,” Sarah said. “This is a really neat place.”
“Yeah. We’ve been coming here for a couple years and everyone seems to like it. There are lots of places to hide.”
“Geez,” Sarah said. “That’s exactly what Chris said. Is the party THAT bad?”
Brian laughed. “No. You’ll see what I mean. And I just saw Chris about fifteen minutes ago. She was asking about you.”
“Great. That’s two people I’ll know then.”
Brian led Sarah into a large room with a massive bar along one wall and clumps of chairs and coffee tables everywhere else. The sound of voices almost drowned out the holiday music floating down from above. In one corner of the room, a huge Christmas tree was brightly decorated.
“What do you want to drink?” Brian asked, as they got closer to the bar.
“Oh, wine is fine. White wine.”
Sarah surveyed the room, picking out a half dozen faces she recognized from the fifty or so people in the room. Within seconds she had her drink and was taking a sip, attempting not to reveal her nervousness to Brian. She scanned the room again for Chris.
This time she saw the familiar figure of her secretary standing next to a pair of gentlemen she did not recognize. Immediately, Sarah was taken by the simple elegance of the dress Chris wore. It was dark and sleek. Sarah could tell, even from a distance, that it plunged at the neckline in front.
“There’s Chris,” Sarah said above the din to Brian. “I’m going to say ‘Hi’. Want to come?”
“No. That’s OK. You go ahead. Have a good time.”
Sarah worked her way through the crowd and approached Chris. She walked up behind the secretary and slowly moved to her side, not wanting to interfere with the ongoing conversation.
When Chris noticed the two men looking beside her, she stopped in mid-sentence.
“Hey. Where have you been hiding?” Chris asked when she saw Sarah.
“I just got here. Brian took care of me until I saw you…talking as usual.”
Chris introduced Sarah to the two men with her—partners of the firm. Sarah wondered why only two men were with Chris when she got a better look at the secretary’s dress. It almost forced you to follow the line of the neck down to the top of her breasts, then took it all away from you with just a hint at what was beneath the fabric.
Sarah felt outclassed, standing there in her black pants and blouse. She could have unbuttoned the blouse to her navel and not looked as good as Chris.
Eventually the partners moved on, leaving the two women to talk. Within fifteen minutes, Chris had introduced Sarah to a dozen people. Sarah had a new appreciation for Chris’ charm in public…and her ability to attract men.
Sarah found herself with a second drink in her hand, thanks to a young associate she had met briefly a half hour before. Conversations started and ended at a dizzying pace. Faces came and went.
Chris and Sarah moved from one room to another until Sarah was completely lost. In the middle of a boring conversation with a middle-aged, female attorney, Sarah realized she was once again alone without Chris. Excusing herself, Sarah escaped into a hallway on the second floor of the club.
She took a couple awkward steps toward what she thought was a stairway before a tall man circled around her from behind and cut her off.
“Hello, Sarah,” the man said.
The young woman froze. She thought she had seen his face before, but certainly couldn’t think of his name.
“You aren’t leaving yet, are you?” he asked.
“Oh, no. I was…well, I thought Christ might be down there.” Sarah looked pensively at the stairs.
“You mean that doll of a secretary of yours?” the man drawled. “Isn’t she the cutest little thing? Between the two of you that’s got to be the best pairing in the office.”
Sarah watched as the man smiled the kind of smile only a drunken male can produce. She watched his eyes disappear down the opening in her blouse, only to slowly work their way back up to her face.
“It’s good seeing you. But, I really have to…,” Sarah began to say.
“Let me fill that drink for you one time, at least,” he said.
Sarah felt a hand grasp her arm.
“There you are,” a woman’s voice rang out. “I’ve been looking all over for you. “C’mon. There’s somebody I want you to meet.”
Chris tugged Sarah away from the man, nearly causing her to spill what was left of her wine. Sarah glanced over her shoulder and gave the man an innocent smile.
The two women rounded the corner into a narrow hallway and didn’t look back again.
“Oh, my God. Thank you. Thank you,” Sarah said enthusiastically.
Chris didn’t answer. She led the pair down the hall until reaching a closed door, which she opened tentatively. Chris stuck her head into the dark room and looked around.
“Anybody home?” she asked.
They heard nothing. Chris pulled Sarah into the room and the attorney heard the door lock behind her after Chris closed it. The secretary found a light switch and the room—a small office—came into view. They stood between a large desk on one side and a chair and couch on the other.
“I appreciate being saved, but you didn’t have to take me prisoner,” Sarah said.
“You can thank me later. Collins wouldn’t have stopped at offering you another drink. I’ve been there,” Chris said.
She watched Sarah back up to the couch and flop down on it. She sat as a teenager would, with her legs stretched out in front of her, slouching clumsily.
“So. Where are we?” Sarah asked.
“Beats me. It just looked like a good place to hide. For now.”
Sarah took a big drink, leaving a small amount of wine in the glass. Chris sat beside her.
Sarah patted the other woman’s leg and said softly, “Thanks again. I mean it.”
“No problem. It was the least I could do. Give him another hour and Collins won’t be so subtle.”
“Maybe I should stick to that crowded room downstairs,” Sarah said with a sigh.
“No. Isn’t this comfy?” Chris asked.
Sarah had to admit it was the most comfortable she felt all night.
“What’s that?” Sarah asked, pointing to one of Chris’ hands.
Chris held up the hand in question and spread open her palm to reveal a small leafy plant.
Chris laughed. “It’s mistletoe. I took it away from Joe Akers before he could use it on another unsuspecting female.”
“And you’ve been carrying it around to hold above some unsuspecting guy,” Sarah said.
Chris smiled. “Well, maybe. Or unsuspecting attorneys I like.”
Chris slowly lifted the little branch until it was over Sarah’s blonde head. Neither woman moved for what seemed an eternity. Chris stared at the beautiful, young attorney and waited for a reaction.
Sarah looked into Chris’ eyes, frozen on the couch.
“I’m supposed to kiss you,” Chris whispered. It was an uncertain statement; almost a question.
Sarah clutched her glass. She just nodded.
Chris felt her stomach tighten as she leaned over. She moved her lips towards Sarah’s. They touched softly.
Neither woman pulled away, but, at the same time, the kiss didn’t proceed any further. They just appreciated the feel of the other woman’s skin on theirs.
Sarah’s eyes were closed when she felt the glass being taken from her hand. The kiss had ended. Chris raised the glass to her mouth and took the last drink, placing the glass on the floor when she was done.
After leaning back up, Chris raised the mistletoe over Sarah again.
“May I have another?” Chris asked.
“You may,” Sarah replied quietly.
This time the kiss quickly evolved into a passionate one. Chris dropped the mistletoe onto the couch and pulled on the back of the attorney’s head. Sarah moaned, but Chris didn’t know if it was a moan of approval or not. All she knew was she wasn’t letting go.
Sarah put her hand on Chris’ arm, feeling the soft skin. She wanted to hold her secretary, but resisted the urge. Sarah gave in as the kiss lingered and their tongues met.
The women embraced tightly. Chris felt her breasts press against Sarah’s. She realized then that she wanted more.
Chris pushed her body against Sarah’s and they reclined onto the couch. Sarah let out a hushed gasp of surprise. Eventually, Chris moved her lips to the side of Sarah’s face and, finally, to her neck. She licked and kissed her way to the top of the attorney’s blouse, separating the collar as she went.
Chris felt her dress creep up her thighs as she shifted her body onto Sarah’s. She kissed the skin under Sarah’s blouse and opened the first button she came to.
Sarah looked at the woman on top of her, afraid to make her stop. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t standing by the couch telling her secretary she had to go. Instead, she watched Chris open another button.
Chris took a second to lean up and gaze at the blouse that now lay half open, revealing a large portion of the young attorney’s breasts. She didn’t look Sarah in the eyes for fear of rejection.
Chris lowered her head once more and pulled aside Sarah’s blouse. A nipple appeared; an erect, pink nipple extending from a beautiful breast. Chris slid the fingers of her right hand slowly over the nipple until the palm of her hand covered Sarah’s breast.
Chris let the hand rest there. Gradually, she increased the pressure of her hand and squeezed gently. Sarah felt a shiver between her legs.
A moment later, Chris’s lips were on top of the nipple, kissing it lightly. Then the nipple disappeared into the woman’s mouth and Sarah felt Chris’ tongue. When the secretary’s actions became more frenzied, Sarah felt the first involuntary twitch deep within her body.
Sarah’s eyes were closed tightly and she did not see it when Chris finished unbuttoning her blouse. She only felt it. She also knew when Chris laid open the blouse, exposing the attorney’s chest completely.
Chris’ hair spilled onto Sarah’s skin as Chris moved her mouth from one breast to another. Sarah fought the desire to push her body against Chris’—and lost.
The secretary felt the lower half of the attorney’s body rise off the couch and she sucked harder on one of Sarah’s breasts.
“Oh God, Chris. Please. No.”
Chris didn’t stop. The more she licked and sucked on Sarah’s nipples the harder the attorney pressed against her. Sarah felt the wetness between her legs increase with each new attack on her breasts. She wanted to cum.
Chris suddenly lifted her head from Sarah’s chest and moved up until they could kiss. With arms tightly wrapped around each other the women kissed lovingly.
Sarah ended it by sliding to the edge of the couch and nearly rolling off. She got one leg free and put it on the floor. Awkwardly, she crawled out from under Chris and stood up.
The secretary watched silently as Sarah nervously buttoned her blouse and tucked it into her pants. Chris expected the worst.
“Come on. We better get going,” Sarah said. With that, she reached out a hand and pulled Chris from the couch. If that was Sarah’s way of saying things were OK, then Chris was satisfied.
“Sarah, I’m…,” Chris started to say.
“C’mon. Please,” Sarah said.
Behind them, an empty wine glass and a twig of mistletoe was all the evidence of anybody having been in the room.
The two women stayed at the party for another hour and a half, then headed for their respective homes. Neither slept well at first. The events in the small office were replayed over and over in each of their minds.
The party was on a Saturday. The following Monday, Chris found a small envelope on her chair after getting coffee for herself and Sarah.
Her hands trembled as she opened the envelope and the simple card inside.
Thank you for being at the party Saturday. Thank you for your help in picking out the right clothes. Thank you for rescuing me from Collins. I’m not sure how to thank you for the few moments we had alone. I did not anticipate that. I did not ask for that. I did not deserve that.
I’m sorry for how it ended. Perhaps you’ll let me make it up to you. May I ask you to join me at my apartment this Saturday for dinner? Please.
Chris could hardly put the note back in the envelope she was shaking so much. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run into the attorney’s office and kiss her.
Instead, she left a note on Sarah’s chair when she was at lunch. It read simply: “You may.”
The rest of the week seemed to crawl by for Chris. She went out of her way to act normally around Sarah, but couldn’t get the anticipation of the coming weekend out of her mind.
Sarah, on the other hand, had an eventful week and the days flew past. Most eventful was Thursday when she found herself working in the office at 6:30 p.m. with Brian.
The two had become close friends and were engrossed in a difficult case. On that Thursday evening, Sarah allowed herself to be taken from behind while she leaned over her desk. Brian’s hands were inside her sweater, pushing her bra up. His cock was deep inside her, encased in a condom he magically made appear after their initial kiss.
When his hands closed around her breasts, Sarah’s mind instantly was back at the club and she was with Chris. She saw her secretary’s beautiful body on top of her. Chris’ breasts were attempting to fall out of her dress. Sarah wanted to taste them; to lick them and suck them as the secretary had done to her. She felt Chris’ lips and her tongue.
Sarah came harder that evening than she ever had before. She smiled to herself at the thought that the male attorney was taking credit in his own mind for that.
Sarah really enjoyed the Christmas season and decorated her condo accordingly. Having grown up in a small town in rural Pennsylvania, she was used to having live Christmas trees in the house. But, in her own home she chose to go with a “fake” tree for the ease of it.
The tree was immaculately trimmed with primarily red ornaments, tinsel and lights. It sat on a table, which had a white cloth over it, and presents were stacked neatly at the bottom.
Throughout the condo were candles, wreaths and other decorations straight from a Country Living magazine.
Sarah wanted to impress Chris with what little homemaking skills she had, so every night during the week she touched up one aspect of the condo.
The women had arranged for a Saturday meeting time of 4 p.m. Sarah promised to have appropriate appetizers and drinks followed by a lavish dinner. When Chris first heard about the plans in Sarah’s office, she wasn’t sure whether Sarah was kidding or not. She would find out that Sarah wasn’t kidding.
Granted, a lot of the stuff Sarah planned on using was purchased at her favorite deli. Still, she put considerable effort into the pasta meal itself. Not to mention her attire.
Sarah shopped twice before finding the perfect top—one that appeared to wrap around her, clinging tightly to her breasts and plunging between them. Her designer jeans were simply an accessory to the top.
Sarah made Chris’ choice of clothing very easy. She asked the secretary to wear the same dress she wore to the party. Chris quickly agreed.
On Saturday, Chris had to force herself to wait until a little past four before showing up at Sarah’s condo. As she entered, Chris handed Sarah a small, brightly wrapped box. Sarah expressed her surprise and admonished Chris for bringing anything, knowing that she would have been devastated if she hadn’t.
Sarah took Chris’ coat, asking her, “How about something to drink?”
“Great,” Chris said. “Whatever you recommend.”
“I recommend champagne punch. I’ve been dying to try this.”
She led Chris into the kitchen, which was filled with the aroma of tomato sauce. On a counter separating the kitchen from the eating area was a glass bowl half filled with a pink punch.
Sarah ladled some into a glass for Chris and handed it to her before getting her own. The attorney lifted the glass toward Chris and said, “Merry Christmas.”
Chris repeated the toast and their glasses met. Each took a small sip of the punch.
“It’s wonderful,” Chris exclaimed. “Really good. I may want a second.”
She smiled at Sarah and was assured there was plenty. As they walked into the living room, Chris commented on Sarah’s top and asked where she got it.
“Oh, I just stumbled upon it at Chico’s,” Sarah said innocently. “It’s more comfortable than fashionable.”
“No. It’s great. And you look great in it.”
They sat on the couch and Chris took a second to glance around at the room’s decorations. She thought the room was perfectly designed with just enough extras to make it bright, but not overdone.
They chatted, but Chris’ mind wandered to unanswered questions she had: What would the evening be like? Should I let Sarah decide what we do or is she expecting me to choose? What is she like in bed?
By five o’clock the first glass of champagne punch had kicked in and Chris warned herself to slow down. Sarah found herself staring more often at Chris’ body, which was amply exposed by the little dress. Sarah was sure Chris had caught her, but wasn’t worried about the consequences. She knew before the night was done that she’d do more than stare. It would take just one more glass of punch to get up the nerve.
Sarah brought out the tray of appetizers she got at the deli and the two women snacked in the living room. The TV was on, but they rarely paid attention to it. Between Sarah going into the kitchen to check on the meal and Chris keeping the fire in the fireplace going, they managed to entertain themselves.
Before long, with some help from her guest, Sarah had the meal on the table. It took them forty-five minutes to finish, due primarily to non-stop talk and laughter.
They jointly worked on putting dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Both of them found it hard not to lay a hand on the other in the close quarters of the kitchen.
“I have dessert for later if you can stay,” Sarah said.
“Of course I can,” replied Chris. “If it’s as good as that meal I definitely can stay.”
“Thanks. How about one more punch?”
Chris smiled. “Sure. If you do.”
Sarah didn’t need to be asked. She wanted one. Maybe two.
They ended up taking a tour of the two-story condo with drinks in hand. Each room was more immaculately kept than the last and Chris complimented the younger woman profusely. Sarah claimed it was easy, but knew how much time she had put into cleaning before Chris arrived.
When they got back downstairs, Sarah led Chris over to where the Christmas tree was and handed her a box.
“Here. This is for you. If you want to take it home, that’s fine with me,” Sarah said.
Chris stood motionless for a second, then looked at Sarah and said, “No. I’d like to open it now if that’s OK.”
“Of course. I’d love you to,” Sarah said. “Sit down.”
The women sat on the floor near the tree and Chris carefully opened the package, despite Sarah’s urging to “just rip it open.”
The attorney watched as her secretary finally opened the box and peered in at the shiny necklace, letting out a small gasp. Three small diamonds hung from the center.
“Oh, Sarah. I can’t. I mean…it’s so…,” Chris stammered.
“Just put is on, please,” Sarah urged her.
Chris stared at the box as if afraid to touch what was inside. Eventually, she pulled the necklace out and let it fall open.
“My God. I’ve only seen things this beautiful. I could never afford this,” Chris said. “Sarah. This is incredible.”
“Put it on,” Sarah said in a mock demand.
“No. You do it.”
Chris handed the necklace to Sarah and turned her back to her. It only took Sarah a few seconds to get it secured. Then she leaned forward to look down Chris’ neck and run her fingers over the diamonds. The fingers ended up on the woman’s skin, just at the top of her breasts. Sarah let them linger for a second, then pulled away.
Chris touched the diamonds with her own fingers and turned back to Sarah.
A tear rolled onto her cheek and the women hugged. Chris thanked Sarah again, but had difficulty saying anything else.
As they separated, Chris reached over and grabbed her gift for Sarah. She handed it to her while wiping away one last tear.
Sarah took little time in opening the gift. Inside the box was a thin, lacy negligee that Sarah pulled out for them to see.
“I love it. And I’ll love wearing it,” Sarah said.
“I don’t think we spent the same amount. I’m sorry,” Chris said meekly.
“Oh, stop it. I love this.”
“Wear it for somebody special,” Chris said with sincerity, hoping she’d get to see it sometime.
“I want to wear it tonight.”
Sarah looked at Chris when she said it, holding the gift up to her neck. A flutter in Chris’ stomach told her she wanted very much to be there when it happened.
“Thanks, Chris. It’s very nice. You didn’t have to get my anything,” Sarah said.
“I wanted to. I’m so happy you’re working for us.”
“Me too,” Sarah said. She leaned over and the women exchanged a friendly kiss.
They moved back into the living room, sitting closely together on the couch. The pair talked and sipped punch for half an hour before Sarah offered to get them dessert.
Chris eagerly accepted and followed Sarah into the kitchen to help. The attorney pulled a whipped cream topped baking dish from the refrigerator and placed it on the counter.
“Mmmm. That looks marvelous,” Chris sighed.
“I hope you like messy desserts—because this one is,” Sarah Said.
“If it’s as good as the meal, I can’t wait.”
Sarah cut them pieces and placed them on separate plates. Chris held her plate up to look at the apples and crust under the thick layer of cream. She expressed her approval and began to sit at the table.
“No. Let’s take it into the living room. It’ll be more comfortable,” Sarah said, leading the way.
Chris had no choice and didn’t argue.
Sarah slowly worked her way through the dessert while watching Chris. For every two bites Chris took, Sarah had one. Soon, Chris was done and put her empty plate on a table beside the couch.
“That was great, Sarah. Really good,” Chris exclaimed.
“Thanks. It’s nothing special.”
Sarah took a deep breath that only she could discern. “Did you like the whipped cream?”
Chris smiled. “Loved it.”
Almost before Chris could answer, Sarah had covered her finger with cream and was moving it toward Chris’ mouth. She placed the white covered finger inside Chris’ mouth and felt the woman lick it off before pulling back, her lips tightly wrapped around Sarah’s finger the entire time.
“Mmmm,” Chris moaned.
Sarah covered the finger once again with whipped cream. This time the hand moved to the plunging neckline of her secretary’s dress. Chris was facing Sarah and the younger woman had no trouble placing the cream on the inside of the top of Chris’ right breast.
“Oh, my. You’re going to have to lick that off,” Chris said playfully. Inside, she was trembling with anticipation.
She watched Sarah clean off the finger with her own tongue, using exaggerated licking motions. Then she leaned forward and inched her mouth closer to Chris’ body. She placed her hand on Chris’ shoulders while her tongue made the first contact with Chris’ skin.
Sarah took a short swipe with the tongue, purposely leaving much of the cream untouched. Without even raising her head, she used her hand to pull the right strap of Chris’ dress off her shoulder. At first, Sarah let it hang at the top of Chris’ arm. Then she edged it lower before moving her hand to the side of Chris’ dress, directly over the cream covered breast.
An instant later, the breast was exposed and Sarah’s mouth was removing the last of the cream. When that job was done, she moved closer to the bare breast and engulfed the tip of it into her mouth.
For the past week Sarah had thought of little else than repaying Chris for the feelings she had stirred in Sarah. Chris gladly accepted the payback.
In fact, she lowered the opposite strap so that Sarah had easier access to both breasts. A moment later, the top of Chris’ dress was lying in her lap. Chris leaned back on the couch and took in the incredible sensation of Sarah’s tongue on her nipples.
The attorney spun around until her body was facing Chris’ head on, her legs dangling between those of the secretary. Sarah’s hands were probing the underside of Chris’ breasts while her tongue continued its assault. The young woman’s head spun from the combination of punch and desire…especially desire.
Chris pulled Sarah’s head closer, just as the attorney had done to her a week ago. Lust flashed through their bodies and each of them knew where they would end up. It was just a matter of how.
Sarah helped settle the matter by dropping her knees to the floor and pulling on Chris’ dress until it began to slide over her hips. The secretary raised her body off the couch and allowed Sarah to take the dress past her thighs. In one smooth motion, Sarah had the dress and Chris’ shoes on the floor next to her.
She took a second to glance over the nearly naked body of the woman in front of her. From Chris’ flowing hair to her ankles, Sarah took in every inch. Then she focused on the pair of small, black panties that barely covered Chris’ pussy.
It wasn’t long ago the thought of removing another woman’s panties wouldn’t have excited her. Tonight, she wanted nothing else but to see her beautiful secretary’s naked body.
So, she grabbed the panties on the sides and slowly—nervously—slid them off.
Chris watched her intently, feeling the cool air on her wet pussy. Sarah laid the panties aside without taking her eyes off Chris, who slouched on the couch lazily. The attorney found the position very erotic, actually, and wanted to throw herself back on top of Chris.
Before she could, however, Chris said, “Please stand up and let me watch you undress.”
Sarah never hesitated. She would now do anything for this woman. The attorney began by taking off her shoes, giving herself a few extra seconds to try to calm down. She stood in front of Chris for a moment before pulling up on the bottom of her shirt.
Sarah felt incredibly self-conscious as she pulled the top over her head. What is Chris didn’t find her attractive without clothes on? Does she like bigger breasts? Smaller ones?
It pleased her to see Chris smile. Sarah was ecstatic when Chris placed her hand on top of her pussy and began a slow masturbation. The attorney ran her fingertips over her breasts, pinching the nipples and feeling the response clear to her pussy.
She unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper at the same time that Chris began playing with her clit. Chris used the wetness from her pussy to ease the movement of her fingers. Each stroke made her hornier. Her clit was long and hard and she brought herself close to cumming by watching Sarah pull down her jeans.
Chris moved her hand to her breasts as Sarah stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside. Sarah stood naked except for a navy blue thong, which easily allowed her to reach down and touch her own throbbing clit. Then she removed the thong.
Chris wanted to cum. Desperately. But she also wanted to enjoy Sarah’s nakedness. So, she was glad when Sarah extended a hand and helped Chris to her feet.
The women kissed while taking each other in their arms. Their hands roamed everywhere, touching everything they could reach. Chris had to force her hand between their bodies, but managed to find Sarah’s pussy.
“Oh, Chris. That feels so good,” Sarah whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Sarah spread her legs apart and let Chris slide her hand down to her cunt. She gasped when she felt a finger inside her and Chris’ mouth on her breast. The finger slid in and out, periodically flicking across her clit before returning to her cunt.
Somehow, she managed to get her own hand onto Chris’ pussy. They kissed some more, trying not to cum in the process.
Sarah was the first to gravitate back to the couch. She pulled Chris with her and they fell together amid giggles and kisses. Sarah ended up on top.
Soon, she was licking Chris’ nipples and working her way lower. She moved around the thing strip of hair that covered the top of her secretary’s pussy and clit. Sarah kissed Chris’ thighs before placing her tongue tentatively on Chris’ slit.
She heard Chris moan and felt her body rise to meet Sarah’s mouth. If the attorney had any doubt what to do next Chris wanted to eliminate it right away. Sarah responded by slowly moving her tongue up and down over the soft skin. Instinctively, she placed her hands on Chris’ ass and pulled her closer. She loved the feel of the soft, round ass.
And Chris loved the feel of Sarah’s tongue gliding over her clit. She couldn’t imagine that the attorney hadn’t done this before, the way she used her tongue to push aside the skin on either side and concentrate on the hard clit. Just as she began to wonder if Sarah would use her lips, Chris felt her clit being surrounded by Sarah’s mouth.
“Yes, Sarah. Just like that. Yes.”
Hearing Chris’ voice made Sarah bit a little harder and lick a little longer. She could taste the sweetness coming from Chris’ pussy and her own pussy throbbed with desire.
Chris held out as long as she could, but her body told her it was time to cum. The next time Sarah’s tongue made solid contact with her clit Chris’ orgasm began.
The secretary urged Sarah on, pushing the attorney’s head hard onto her clit. Loud moans signaled to Sarah that Chris was cumming and that made her work harder. Her tongue stabbed at the swollen clit, flicking at it relentlessly.
Chris couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and another began. She felt the juices flow from her pussy onto Sarah’s fingers as they held up her ass.
If she was loud, Chris didn’t realize it. The intensity of the orgasm blocked out all senses except the feel of Sarah’s mouth around her clit.
Eventually, she collapsed onto the couch in a heap, unable to open her eyes. She felt Sarah place her body on top, gently sucking on one of Chris’ breasts. The moisture from around Sarah’s face rubbed onto the breast and was both warm and cool. Chris’ body wouldn’t recover for several minutes.
Sarah looked up to see Chris wiping tears from her eyes. Chris’ body shook with small sobs.
Sarah whispered, “Are you OK?”
Chris nodded and looked at Sarah. “Oh, Sarah. That was incredible. I love you so much.”
Sarah thought about the words as she moved up and held Chris tight, their faces side-by-side. Did she really? Did Chris really love her? Did she love Chris back?
The women kissed. Without realizing it, Sarah had the answers.
Chris didn’t go home that night. They ended up in the bedroom with Chris wearing her necklace and Sarah in her new negligee. Chris found as many ways as she could to get at Sarah’s body without totally taking off the lacy gift. Eventually, it was bunched up around Sarah’s waist with Chris’ head between the attorney’s legs and her hands fondling the young woman’s bare breasts.
Sarah came several times before the pair fell asleep in each other’s arms, the negligee on the floor.
In the days following, Sarah struggled with her questions, but most often came to the conclusion that the women did love each other. She wasn’t ready, yet, to tackle the issue of a long-term relationship. Their hectic work schedules made discussions at work nearly impossible.
Chris had fewer questions because she knew she wanted Sarah the first week they worked together. But, to settle down with one person was against her way of life. What drove her crazy the most was the constant attention to Sarah by Brian and the other attorneys. Chris’ jealousy may have been slightly uncalled for. However, it was very real.
The women were careful not to display their attraction in public, but occasionally playful touches in Sarah’s office were inevitable. It was never more than that until two days before Christmas at lunchtime, when the office was fairly empty due to the upcoming holiday and the hour of day. Sarah wore a shorter than normal dress and Chris had been anxious all morning to get Sarah alone. At noon she entered Sarah’s office and locked the door behind her.
Sarah was on one side of the office standing in front of a file cabinet. A drawer was open and the attorney rummaged through papers, looking back over her shoulder one time to see who had entered the office.
“Hi, Chris. Isn’t it about lunch time?” Sarah asked. She dropped a folder into the drawer.
“Yep. I thought we could spend it together today,” Chris said as she walked up behind Sarah.
“That’s fine. Do you want to go somewhere?”
Chris put a hand out and reached around Sarah’s waist, slowly raising it until feeling the bottom of the attorney’s breasts. “No. I want to stay here.”
Chris cupped one of Sarah’s breasts in her palm, massaging it through the dress and bra. She put her other hand around Sarah’s opposite side and let her see what Chris was carrying.
“I’ve got another present for you,” Chris said.
Sarah looked down and saw a long object extending from Chris’ hand. She recognized it immediately as a dildo of considerable thickness, looking for all the world like the largest cock she’d ever seen.
“Oh, my,” Sarah said, closing the file cabinet drawer. “It looks like something maybe we each can enjoy.”
Chris’ hand had dropped from Sarah’s breast to her leg, just below the bottom of her dress. At the same time, Chris pressed her body hard against Sarah’s. The attorney was trapped between the other woman and the cabinet.
“You first,” Chris said softly.
The secretary’s hand slid up under Sarah’s dress and followed the outside of her leg until contacting the bottom of Sarah’s panties. Chris moved her hand around Sarah’s hip until it rested on the young woman’s pussy. Even through the panties she could feel the wonderful clit she had come to love so much. Sarah flinched at the touch and Chris smiled.
“Hold this,” Chris said, holding up the dildo. Sarah grasped the toy around the middle and admired it for a second.
While she did, Chris put a second hand under Sarah’s dress. This one soon joined the other on Sarah’s pussy. The attorney seemed to push her ass back into Chris’ stomach in an effort to avoid the hands, but in reality she wanted them all over her. The wet panties Chris felt were evidence of that.
Suddenly, the panties were being pulled down Sarah’s legs and completely off. When Chris stood back up, she slowly lifted Sarah’s dress up over her hips and above the waist, fully exposing Sarah’s naked ass.
“Now, see if your new present works,” Chris told Sarah. “I bet it does.”
“God, Chris. Right here?” Sarah said.
“Yes. Do it now. I’m not letting you go.”
Indeed, Chris pressed harder and Sarah felt trapped. Little by little Sarah inched the dildo towards her exposed pussy until it touched just beside her clit. At first, Sarah just rubbed it against her leg. Then se let it move on top of her pussy before sliding up to her clit.
Sarah repositioned her arm so that she had an angle to her pussy. Then the tip of the large toy was at the entrance to her cunt.
“That’s it,” Chris urged her. “Relax and slide it in.”
Sarah’s cunt took in the first inch or two of the dildo before straining to accept the full thickness of the toy. Sarah spread her legs and bent over at the waist, leaning against the cabinet.
Chris put her hands on Sarah’s ass, feeling the soft, cool skin. She heard the attorney’s moan as the dildo entered her.
“Fuck it, Sarah. Fuck the dildo like you would a man.”
The words excited Sarah in a way she didn’t expect. She found herself pumping the dildo faster and harder than she thought she could. The ribbed surface of the toy was better than any cock she’d ever had.
Chris’ hands were back on her clit and the familiar feeling of an oncoming orgasm rose inside her.
“Touch my breast, Chris. Squeeze it,” Sarah begged.
She worked the dildo for another minute or so, taking in the sensations from her breast and clit. Then her uneven moans and gasps gave her away. She had to cum.
The file cabinet rattled against the office wall, but neither woman cared.
“Cum for me, Sarah,” Chris told her.
Sarah muttered something Chris didn’t understand and then began thrusting her hips violently against the dildo.
“Ahh. Ahh. Ahh,” Sarah repeated s each thrust prolonged her orgasm. She wanted to push the dildo deeper into her body, but her cunt wouldn’t take any more.
Chris frantically rubbed Sarah’s clit and squeezed her nipple. She imagined laying on a bed with Sarah watching the attorney work the toy in and out of her own cunt while she played with herself. Maybe on Christmas, she said to herself.
Sarah’s orgasm ended, but Chris’ fingers and the semi-inserted dildo still caused her to shudder occasionally. Then she pulled it out and leaned on the cabinet.
Sarah turned around and kissed Chris.
“Thank you. You’re next,” she said.
“Gladly. But you have to help.”
Sarah smiled. “No problem.”
The women agreed to bring the toy back out when Chris stayed over on Christmas Eve. For now, Chris just enjoyed watching Sarah put her panties back on.