Boss

By carol marie

Published on Jul 10, 2000

Lesbian

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It was late. I had just finished work and was leaving the building when Pat called out to me. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was as tired as me. Never knew how hard collections could be till you worked a double shift for this sleaze bag company. I was getting ready to quit any day just because I had different work ethics that the entire staff of the company. Pat, however, had asked me to stay at least until they hired a few more collection clerks. Since I liked her some, I told her I would, but that she had better hurry up and hire some people.

It was a bad job. All day long I hounded people on the telephone who were delinquent in their in house accts. I didn't feel good about this job, never felt good about the job and therefore was making a conscious effort to secure other employment. But when they had me working doubles, it left little time for me to go out and pound the pavement.

"Hey Cary, wait up. I will walk out with ya. Want to get a drink?", Pat asked as I rounded the corner by the time clock. I turned to look at her. Her business suit was somewhat askew, her shirt hanging out of her skirt on one side and her jacket was buttoned wrong. Her long blond hair that she usually kept tied back hung down in strands somewhat messily. Even in her disheveled appearance, she was cute and she possessed a quality about her that made you think once or twice about the things that might make her squeal.

"Uh, I don't know. Im fairly beat. Was just going to go home," I answered and looked at her as she started to pout. That got me everytime. I was always a sucker for a pretty womyn pouting and they all must have known that trick, "O., OK. One drink. Where do you want to go?"

"What's the name of that club where you and Mike went last Friday?" I smiled and laughed a small tender teehee and told her it was the local gay bar. She too smiled and said OK, she would like to go.

We took two cars with her following me. She pulled in next to me in a parking slot. When she got out of the car, I noticed that she had let her hair down and she looked so beautiful the way it crowned her face. I came around and closed her door for her and then held the door to the club open for her. She remarked something about me being gallant. I laughed and showed her to the bar.

We ordered a couple of Cosmos and took a table near the large screen in the back of the room. I watched her as she looked around the place. I apologized for the obvious lack of decor and she just smiled and said she was grateful to be anywhere out of work and then she added, "Especially with you."

Well, you know that must be the other trick womyn have, paying me a compliment like that, because as soon as the worked left her lips, I started to melt. Next thing I knew her fingers were fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I watched her as she looked intently into my eyes and then I felt as her fingers slid in between the buttons and lightly grazed my breasts.

I started to smile when she told me I had the most beautiful smile. I was beaming then. All it took. I leaned in closer and our lips met for the first time. She tasted sweet. Her lipstick rubbing off on my mouth. Her fingers sliding up and down under my bra, sometimes lightly grazing my pierced nipple. I felt moisture between my legs and wondered for a fleeting second what she was feeling. I kissed her again, this time my tongue flying into her mouth. She opened her legs and straddled the chair on which I sat. My own hands flew around her pulling her closer to me. I was oblivious to other patrons in the bar. It was as if no one else mattered. My mouth upon hers. My tongue wrestling with hers. My fingers unbuttoning her blouse, reaching inside, fondling the soft silkiness of her flesh. The sensations that raced through me left me parched and hungry for more of her. Rhapsodies that wafted and then played over and over again in my head filled me with a longing I hadn't tasted in years.

Her long slender fingers tweaked the budding nub of my hardened nipple. Then she pinched me tighter. It sort of brought me up. I pulled from her. She looked at me quizzically. I put my forefinger to her lips to hush her and said, "Baby, what are we doing here? This is crazy."

"Cary, its not crazy when you feel like I do about you. From the first day I saw you...when you came walking, or I should say strutting into the office to apply for the position, I said to myself...mmmm yea!" I laughed. That made me smile. Pat always had some wolfish remark to make about the young studlys in the office, so her statement wasn't totally off the wall, however, I was far from studly. At 45 and a well pronounced 'gut,' from years of living right, more silver hair than brown, bifocals and the usual over 40 lethargy, I was somewhat taken aback by her statement.

"I'm serious. You have a quality about you that stands out and makes people take notice. All of the people in my office looked at you. The dykes that work there all cruised you. You were wearing those below the knee black shorts and a black shirt, that blue face watch...your tats look great and just the way...," and she hesitated before adding, "you carried yourself made me want to watch more." Then she let her tongue glide across her lips and leaned in close to me again and kissed me harder this time. Talk about a fat head. I was beaming for sure now. I motioned to the barkeep to pour us a couple of more drinks. When I stood up to get them, I noticed that Kate Boucheron had just arrived. When she saw me she nodded and headed in my direction. I met her mid way on the dance floor that separated the sitting areas of the lounge. "Hey Kate, what's up? Long time no see. I heard you went out and did that Farallon run. What was your time?" "Hey Cary", Kate said as she put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer for a hug and a kiss. "Yea, I did it with a skeleton crew, not one fucking person I knew. Everyone was out of town for that weekend. They had that Nautique Cup up Pt Arena and I needed a few. Took some kids from the local sailing charter. They did OK, time wasn't that great, but I did manage to beat Hale." "Hey Kate, beating Hale is worth every second! May I buy you a drink?" "Sure, who's the honey?" "Believe it or not, she is my boss. Nice looking huh?" "Yea, she is. I didn't know you went in for the skirt type, or is this a new phase?", Kate asked with a sly grin on her face. I glanced back at Pat who was eyeballing us. I grabbed Kate's arm and made my way to the bar pulling her with me. "Kate, don't divulge any of my well guarded secrets, OK. This is a nice womyn. I don't want to scare her," I said laughing and snorting. "No prob. Let me get the drinks, I will meet you over there."

"Who's that Cary, she is a striking woman?", Pat said giving Kate the once over. "A very dear sailing friend of mine. Her name is Kate. Tell me, do you fancy her as well?", I asked. For a fleeting second a pang of jealousy arose in me. Now that was a strange feeling. But it was like I had her attentions. She just had been telling me how much she noticed me when she first saw me and now she was cruising a buddy of mine.

"Pat, this is Kate Boucheron, Kate, meet Pat my boss." Kate very gallantly kissed Pats hand when she extended it to shake. I could tell that little gesture had gotten to Pat and wished that I had had the presence of mind to do that when we had met. O well, dyke lessons.

The three of us sat there for a little over an hour with Kate and I telling wild sailing stories and adventures that we had shared as life long buddies since we were 9 years old. Of all the friends I had in my life, Kate was the longest and strongest. She and I had been through the gamut of high adventures and troubles and still managed to remain very close throughout the years. Pats fingers were tracing circles on my bare knees, sometimes dipping down along my inner thigh. I knew that Kate had sensed the sexual tension in the small area where we sat. In some ways I kept hoping she would leave us alone, but when I realized that that wasn't going to happen, I decided to try for a menage et trois. It had been years since I had been sport to such fun, but with the hungry look in Pats eyes, I knew she would be game for such a venture. I stood up and headed for the juke box. In the old days that always meant for Kate to follow me. She picked up on it right away. I saw as she excused herself and came to where I was. "So what's up. I can see she wants you, should I just take off?" "Kate, I think we have a live wire. Me thinks she wants to play with both of us" Kate looked at me and then at Pat and said, "Well, if she doesn't, you have fucked yourself" We both laughed and wondered how to go about asking Pat whether or not she wanted to have two cowgirls in the saddle. We always used the western euphemism when referring to tricks. It was crass in some ways, yet no one but Kate and I knew the ultimate game. Pat had risen from the chair and was making her way over to us. She came right up to me and kissed me firmly on my lips and excused herself to the women's lounge. "Cary, I don't think she wants both. In fact, I know she wants only one. Go for it. I would. When she comes out, Im just gonna bow out gracefully here." "Are you sure? I don't know Kate, she was flirting big time and she did mention something about you in the beginning." Just then Pat came out of the bathroom. Again she made her way right up to me and kissed me rather seductively on my mouth. Kate told her she was taking off and that it had been very nice meeting her. She never even gave Kate a second glance, when she said, "Yes, was nice to have met you too. Take care." I gave Kate a kiss and a hug and told her I would see her at the MegaY party next week if I could get the time off work. She told me to be there no matter what and I said OK and she was gone. I turned to Pat and asked her what she wanted to do then, maybe shoot some pool or dance or whatever?

She went and grabbed her purse and jacket and took hold of my hand and said to me, "Come on baby" I paid the bartender and nodded goodnight and went out after Pat. She was standing leaning up against her car with a sly looking grin on her face. "Cary, come here," she said extending her outstretched arms to me. Two Cosmos later and I think she was a bit loose. I was hoping that wasn't the reason for her wanting me. I never went in for the drunk fucks. It wasn't my style. Slowly I approached her, and when I was right there, with my legs in between hers, she kissed me again on my mouth. This time it was tender and she whispered something about wanting me to take her.

"Pat, you want to leave your car here or do you want to follow me?" "Anything you say baby," she said and then went and got into my Benz. So that meant to leave her car there. I tried for a second to think of where to go where she wouldn't be too far away from her own vehicle. The first place that came to mind was the Goodnite Inn up on 101. I drove there and of course as luck would have it, they had no vacancy. She laughed and said she was being a good girl and patient, but that I should hurry as there were some pressing things she needed to take care of. And when she accentuated the word pressing, she pressed her fingers into the crease of my crotch. I quickly turned the car around and headed for the Red Lion Inn across the highway. They of course had a vacancy. I checked in under the name of Little Bed Hood. The night clerk got a kick out of that.

I parked and she and I walked arm in arm to the room on the second floor. I stopped and got a bucket full of ice. Once inside the room, she disappeared into the bathroom. I removed my shirt and bra and stepped from my shorts. I was happy to see that I was still retaining some color from my tan. I kept my panties on for the time being.

She emerged from the bathroom, clad only in pantyhose and a bra. She was small framed and lithe. Her skin was pale in comparison. Her dark eyes seemed to pierce through me and she smiled and licked her lips and asked me for some water. I came to her and took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. Tilting her head back, and then kissing her neck, letting small little nips grace the outline of her beauty. I listened to the sounds that emanated from her. It excited me. I feltl the swell of her breasts up against mine. The sudden way her breath changed when I moved my lips down over her nipples, gliding against the fabric of her bra. My hands then began to massage the softness of her back. She said, "Take me Cary, I need you to take me baby," and with that she ripped off her bra from a front closure. I was pleasantly surprised when she sprang to life once freed from the confines of the bra. I bent and took a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue roll over the tip of it. Then I moved to the other nipple doing the same. Fire burned deep within me. I caught myself racing against a time that disnt exist. I slowed down, letting myself get caught up in the fire of the desire that was sweeping over both of us. Sound poems came from her when I touched her. I grabbed both of her breasts together and placed both nipples into my mouth, taking my time sucking them into me. She moaned, "OH Baby, no body does that this good!" I ran my tongue down her belly to her navel and started pumping her bellybutton, quickly till she moaned louder begging for me to go into her. Still I remained cool, inching my way down, taking time to nuzzle the silkiness of her flesh. When my chin rested in the dampness of her mons, I pushed it further down letting her feel me. Suddenly her legs came up over my shoulders, digging her heels into my back. I arched up just to feel more of her and I heard her laughter ringing true. She was like honeysuckle the way she dripped into me. My tongue quickly flashed the growing height of her clit. She writhed under me and still my tongue flew wide across the tip till I felt her push from her own hood. Pat screamed my name begging me to take her. My brow was perspiring and my body glowing from the intensity of this ardent session.

Soon my fingers started to move, circling her inner thighs. She moved her body so that her cunt seemed widely opened for me. Making small movements I inched towards her entry and then quickly darted inside with 2 fingers. She arched up against me and cried out again. I pushed inside further, pressing the tips of my fingers on her cervix, then spreading my fingers out in a fan shape. She begged for more. Still my tongue rode her clit tenderly, lavishing each stroke with exquisite form. Inside of me waves began crescendoing, staccato movements that held me and rocked me. Inside of me the embers burned seared into me like molten lava. Her voice was shaky and she kept wriggling about, but still taking more of me into her smoldering depths. I grabbed hold of her clit with my teeth and pressed down harder. It seemed to drive her beyond the passionate point. Her head flailed from side to side while her body thrashed about on the bed. Her knees up against my ears and her pussy on fire as my fingers raged inside of her. I felt as her hands came searching in the night, groping for something wet. She told me she needed me, needed to feel my flame. While I kept inside of her, I slowly moved my body around, giving her access to my treasure. When her fingers touched me for the first time, I erupted sweet poison. It poured from me onto the bed. I heard her laugh as her palm filled with my elixir. I told her not to stop and felt as her fingers forged in and out of my cunt. This inflamed me. My own fingers buried deep within her plunged over and over in and out till she arched up sweet and rained. It filled my mouth, my hand and the bed with sweet cum. I licked and sucked up as much as I could and then we lay there together on the bed, her fingers still lodged inside of me....maybe now was a good time to ask for that raise...

Copyright carol marie

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