Overtime at the Office

As soon as their lips met, Jo pushed her tongue into Ann's mouth, feeling their tongues slide together as Ann did the same to her. Simultaneously, Ann plunged two fingers into Jo's dripping cunt. Her fingers didn't penetrate very deep; since Jo was still wearing her pants and panties, Ann couldn't move her hand as freely as she otherwise would, but it was still enough to cause Jo's knees to give in completely. If not for the blonde's hand between her legs, Jo would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.

As Jo staggered to regain her footing while at the same time trying to impale herself on the fingers working her sopping pussy, Ann grabbed the back of her head, clenching her fist around a handful of her thick black hair. "Feel my tits," she said, a tone of command still in her voice. She didn't know if Jo responded to her orders because she was a submissive or because she was confused; the two women had never discussed their personal lives much with each other, and certainly not something as intimate as that. At the moment, though, she didn't much care why it worked, only that it did.

And worked it did. As she pulled Jo's head to her for another kiss, she felt her secretary's hands move to cup her breasts again. This time it was different from that first, accidental touch; Jo's hands squeezed the soft globes through the layers of cloth covering them, filling her hands with yielding, feminine flesh. Ann worked her fingers expertly on the other woman's pussy, feeling the smooth satin against the back of her hand as the slick juices coated her fingers and palm.

Jo was grinding her hips against the hand caressing her, all thoughts of resistance washed away in a surge of raw lust. Her mind wasn't even making up excuses for her anymore; there was room only for the overpowering need to reach orgasm. She squeezed Ann's breasts, trying to fit the large globes into her hands, while their tongues slid and swirled around each other. Her orgasm was approaching fast now, and little staccato whimpers issued from her mouth, muted by Ann's sucking, massaging lips. At last she reached the edge, and with a final whimper she tipped over, her pussy contracting around Ann's fingers. She threw her head back and moaned, then buried her face in the hollow of Ann's neck. Her entire body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm roared its course through her, and she clung to Ann as though she was afraid she would be washed away in its currents.

Eventually the trembling ended, the orgasm having run its course. Her hands resting on Ann's shoulders, Jo looked up, her face flushed, and met her glance. Slowly, deliberately, Ann withdrew her fingers from Jo's cunt, holding her hand up between them. Her fingers and hand glistened with Jo's juices, and with the same slowness, Ann parted her lips and put her index finger in her mouth. She closed her lips around the digit in a profoundly sensual way that sent a shiver through Jo, and then she could see the older woman's cheeks hollow as she sucked her finger clean of Jo's juice.

With a faint pop she pulled her finger from her mouth and licked her lips while giving Jo a teasing, naughty smile. Then she held her middle finger to Jo's lips, and said, "Open up". Jo did what she was told; this was not the first time she had tasted her own juices, and she found nothing shocking about the act. Quite the contrary, she'd always found the taste of herself erotic. Sucking Ann's long, manicured finger into her mouth, she used her tongue to lick it clean, the taste of herself filling her mouth. She was almost a little disappointed when Ann pulled her finger back out.

Ann let go of the fistful of Jo's hair she'd been holding on to, using her hand to gently smooth it back down. She gave Jo a brief, sensual kiss, then stepped back. Leaning her hips on Jo's desk, she folded her arms under her breasts and smiled. "Take off your clothes," she said. When Jo hesitated, she let a little authority into her voice. "Go on, take them off. Your pants first."

Still a little dazed from her orgasm, Jo did as she was told. Her hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of her pants, pulling them down. She had to kick off her shoes before she could get her pants past her ankles. Then, looking at Ann as for affirmation, she peeled her soggy panties off as well, kicking them to the side.

"Touch yourself," Ann commanded. There was nothing she herself wanted to do more; her own pussy was wetter than she could remember having been for many years, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to speak. She fully intended, however, to remain in complete control until Jo stepped past the point of no return of her own volition, and not because she had to be told to.

In response to her boss' command, Jo slipped a finger between her legs, sliding it into the crack between her swollen pussy lips. She shuddered as it rubbed over her clit, and she felt the first stirrings of reawakened arousal. She looked at Ann watching her stimulate herself, and noticed the lovely blonde lick her lips, her eyes behind the oval glasses riveted on the dark patch between Jo's thighs.

"Now the rest," Ann instructed. "Take it all off."

Jo complied, slipping her jacket from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then, fingers not entirely steady, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She began at the bottom, working her way up, exposing more and more of her belly as she went. The hunger in Ann's eyes was noticeable, and Jo felt herself become even more excited. There is nothing quite so arousing as watching someone else want you, she thought hazily to herself. Finally she undid the last button, letting her blouse fall open in front. There was something incredibly sexy about being made to strip like this, while the other woman remained full clothed. She let the blouse go the way of her jacket, until she stood in front of Ann naked except her bra. Ann nodded for her to continue, and Jo reached behind her back, undoing the clasp. Then she held her arms out in front of her, the bra sliding from her shoulders and down along her arms to land on the clothes-strewn floor. She looked down at herself and saw her nipples standing straight out, as hard as they'd ever been.

"Come here," Ann said, and Jo couldn't help but notice haw hoarse her voice sounded. She walked over, her hips swaying seductively in spite of herself. Stopping right in front of Ann, so close their breasts almost touched, she looked at her expectantly.

Ann returned the look, deciding that it was time to move things along. "Well?" she asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" replied Jo, uncertain about what she wanted her to do.

"Aren't you going to do something?" Ann wondered with a hint of, what? Sarcasm? Impatience?

"Tell me what you want me to do," Jo whispered, looking down at her feet.

"No," Ann said. "I think it's about time you decided what to do." When Jo gave her a startled look, she reached up and cupped her cheek gently. "I don't want to go on telling you what to do. I want a lover, not a slave."

"I... I don't know if..." Jo began.

"It's a little late for that now, wouldn't you say?" said Ann. "You weren't exactly putting up a fight a few minutes ago."

"But my husband..."

"If you're still worried about cheating on him, I would say it is a little late, don't you think?" Ann stroked her cheek, keeping her voice low and persuasive. "You've had your tongue in my mouth, your hands on my tits, and you just came all over my hand. You even licked my fingers clean," she reminded her. "Let's be honest here, you already have cheated. Now you have to decide if you want to run away and feel bad about yourself, or if you want to keep going and see where this leads."

Jo was at a complete loss. On one hand, she desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened had been Ann's fault, herself just a reluctant accomplice. Her intellect new better, though, and it kept telling her that she had been equally to blame here, that none of this would have happened if she had truly been opposed to it. And while one part wanted to bolt from the office and hide in shame, another wanted nothing more than to stay, for as long as Ann wanted her to.

For what seemed to be the longest ten seconds in Ann's life Jo stood there looking at her. Her mouth opened and closed several times, as if she was about to say something and then changed her mind. She looked down, her eyes staring into nothing, and then her brown eyes came up and looked straight into Ann's blue ones.

"Oh, hell," Jo said almost inaudibly. Then she threw her arms around Ann, and hugging her to her, kissed her hard on the lips.

Ann felt her heart soar, and had her mouth not been busy, she might have given a whoop with joy. Instead she contended herself with hugging Jo close with both arms, returning the kiss with a passion she hadn't felt since her husband and her had been newlyweds. She rubbed her hands up and down Jo's naked back, one plunging into her lustrous, raven-black hair, while the other moved down to her bottom, cupping a firm buttock. Ann felt a sting of envy as she felt the fit and supple body under her hands, realising she was nowhere near as trim as the pale-skinned brunette in her arms. The insistent pressure in her pussy soon banished those thoughts from her mind, and she gave herself completely to the building passion.

Jo was every bit as excited as she had been before her orgasm. She rubbed her entire body against Ann, feeling the fabric of her outfit rub tantalisingly against her nipples, thighs and belly. She had never dreamed she could be so aroused from simply being naked in the presence of someone with all her clothes on; there was a delightful tingle of submissiveness, or something very much like it. Their hips were grinding together, as the kiss went on and on.

Eventually the need for air became too great, and their lips parted again. Ann looked at Jo, breathing heavily. Casting a glance at the door, she took Jo's hand, pulling her along. "Let's go into my office," she said, her eyes gleaming. Jo returned the smile and followed willingly, not letting go of the hand.

Once inside Ann's office, they kissed again, Ann reaching behind Jo to lock the door. There was no one else in the building as far as she knew, but it felt safer with the door locked.

Ann's office was slightly larger than Jo's, with a thick wall-to-wall carpet. Aside from her large desk there were a leather couch and two matching easy chairs around a small table in one corner, as well as several shelves and bookcases along the walls. The only light came from a lamp on the desk and a floor lamp in one corner; the stark overhead lights were off.

Still embracing, the two women staggered across the floor until they bumped into Ann's desk. Ann hoisted herself up on the desk, leaning back while supporting herself on her arms, and spread her legs. "Bring me off," she whispered. "Please hurry."

Jo slid a hand up a stocking-clad leg, feeling the warm, soft flesh of Ann's thigh under the smooth nylon. Her hand disappeared under the skirt, reaching the top of the stay-up, her fingertips suddenly touching bare flesh. She stroked the inside of Ann's thigh, pinching it lightly between her fingers. Ann was humping her hips against her impatiently, eager for her hand to move further up, her breathing even heavier now. Teasingly, Jo moved her hand higher, feeling warm, damp silk and the fleshy folds underneath. Ann was really turned on, lifting her hips off the desk in her eagerness. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it higher, exposing herself to the younger woman. Jo stared with delight; even in the dimly lit office she could see the dark, damp patch in the crotch of Ann's panties. She bent at the waist, inhaling for the first time the musky scent of another woman's wet pussy, feeling her own sex respond to the pheromones in the air.

She reached up under Ann's skirt with her other hand as well, and Ann compliantly raised her hips, allowing Jo to push her skirt up to her waist. Then she took hold of the waistband of the blonde's panties and began pulling them down. The scent of aroused woman immediately became more pronounced, and Jo felt light-headed with desire. She pulled Ann's panties down to her knees, then knelt down to pull them down her ankles and off.

Ann, however, obviously mistook her kneeling position as something more. She reached down and placed a hand on Jo's head, while at the same time pushing her hips towards her. "Oh yes, please," she all but begged, pulling Jo's dark head towards her crotch. "Please, Josie."

From her kneeling position, Jo could see straight up between Ann's legs. She had never seen another woman's pussy before, and her eyes drank in very detail. Ann was obviously a natural blonde, her pubic hair such a light colour she might as well have been shaved. Her outer lips were red and swollen, glistening with moisture, and Jo could just make out her clit, its head protruding from its hiding place. Ann was still leaning back on the desk, supporting herself with one hand while resting the other on Jo's head. She had pushed herself forward until her hips was on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide for Jo to crawl between.

Jo immediately knew what Ann wanted her to do, and was torn between her desire to please her new lover and the feeling that things were progressing too fast. She wasn't entirely certain she was ready to taste another woman's pussy just yet, and was a little intimidated by the thought. However, her mind went back to the delicious orgasm Ann had given her with her fingers, and she wondered what it would be like with another woman's tongue on her own clit. Paul had eaten her out more times than she could count, but there was something so very feminine and exciting about another woman's face between her legs. Realising that she could not expect Ann to do to her what she wouldn't do to her, Jo scooted between Ann's legs, her eyes fixed on the wet pussy in front of her.

Ann spread her legs even farther apart, finding herself incapable of looking away from Jo's face as she gingerly leaned closer. Only in her most fervent hopes had she dreamed this evening would come to this. Working late with Jo for several days in a row had made her consider trying to seduce her, and knowing that this would be their last late night together, she had dressed accordingly, with silk lingerie and stockings instead of pantyhose. She had spent most of the evening trying to muster the nerve to make a pass at her. In truth, she hadn't realistically believed that she'd get anything more than a few kisses and maybe some fondling out of it tonight; she had figured on several more days of working on Jo, getting her used to the idea of an affair. Now, with Jo's lips trailing wetly up the inside of her thigh, Ann couldn't believe her luck.

Jo's lips and tongue were moving steadily up the inside of Ann's thigh. She luxuriated in the feeling of the baby-soft skin of the other woman's inner thighs, placing sucking kisses closer and closer to her pussy. The heady scent of her musk filled Jo's nostrils, and she actually felt her mouth watering as she drew closer and closer.

Finally she was there, having kissed her way from the top of Ann's stockings to the point where her pussy hair tickled the tip of her nose. Taking a breath, she put her hands on the insides of Ann's thighs, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her labia. Ann moaned, twitching in anticipation, and intertwined her fingers deeper in Jo's hair. Jo, feeling emboldened by her response, kissed her pussy again, this time a little harder. Inhaling her scent deeply, she started planting chaste little kisses all over Ann's pussy. She felt her lips get wet with her juices, and paused for a moment to lick them clean. Ann's juices tasted rich and slightly pungent, and Jo found herself enjoying the taste. Taking a deep breath, like a diver preparing to jump off the board, she stuck out her tongue and slowly touched it to her lover's pussy.

Jo began flicking her tongue at Ann's pussy, starting just below the opening of her pussy and working her way upwards with fast, little licks that barely touched the moist, sensitive skin. As Ann moaned and writhed, Jo found herself thoroughly enjoying it. She gave Ann's clit a few quick licks in rapid succession, and was rewarded with a heartfelt moan.

"Oh God, Josie, don't stop, please don't stop," Ann groaned. Jo couldn't help but feel proud of the fact that she was making the other woman moan and whimper like that, and this spurred her on and made her even bolder.

Leaving Ann's clit, Jo started licking her outer labia, starting behind the hole and making her way up in a single slow lick, her tongue as wide as she could make it. She licked first one, then the other, alternating between the two and making sure she only just barely brushed the clit on the way. Ann was losing it, grinding her pussy against Jo's face, trying to bring her clit into contact with that elusive tongue. Jo put her arms on the outside of Ann's thighs, palms on her belly, trying to make her hold still. The sense of power was nearly as intoxicating as the taste and smell of Ann's juices, and she squeezed her own thighs together around her softly throbbing pussy.

After having teased Ann like that for a while, Jo progressed to her inner lips, teasing them open with her tongue, circling her wet hole. After a few rounds she clamped her lips over the soaking wet orifice and plunged her tongue in as far as she could, swirling it around. She began moving her tongue in and out of Ann's pussy, lapping up as much of her pussy juice as she could, relishing the taste. She pressed her face into the soaking pussy, feeling her face becoming coated in moisture, loving every moment of it. She had never imagined that eating pussy could be this much fun. She felt like a little girl with a new and exciting toy.

"Stop teasing me," she heard Ann beg. "Do my clit now. Please, lick my cliiiiit!"

The last word came out in a loud gasp as Jo had mercy on her lover and went straight for her clit. She pursed her lips and clamped them around the small nub, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth. Ann grabbed at the back of her head with both hands while squeezing her head between her thighs. Jo shifted her legs to a more comfortable position and settled in to feast on Ann's clitoris. She circled it with her tongue, then started licking it up and down very slowly. Then she started in with small, short licks, beginning slowly, then building up speed, then slowing back down again. Every time she slowed down Ann ground her pussy up against her, begging her to go faster, and when she did, Ann would urge her on, feeling her orgasm get closer. Jo was completely absorbed in the task, one hand down between her own legs, rubbing her pussy in rhythm with her tongue playing with Ann's clit.

The end came when she inserted a finger into Ann's pussy. With her palm up and her middle finger nearly all the way in, she made a "come hither" gesture with her finger, probing the inside of Ann's pussy for that rough, rubbery spot. When she found it and applied pressure, Ann's hips gave a mighty jerk, the back of her head slamming hard into the desk and she gave a howl of pure pleasure. Two more licks across her clit, and she came with a power and intensity that was nearly frightening. She trashed and bucked on the desk, her head whipping from side to side as a wordless scream issued from her throat. Jo hoped fervently that there was no one within earshot, or they would come running immediately, probably just pausing long enough to call the police. Ann's thighs were like a vice, locked around Jo's head as Ann rode her face all the way through orgasm.