Published on 30 Mar 2004 (Revised 21 Nov 2024)
At the company retreat (Jane's Encounters Chapter 2)
By Christine Oram
Copyright 2004, 2024 Christine Oram.
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
Jane descended on her own in the elevator and entered the hotel's conference room. Jane's company was starting a retreat at this rather fancy hotel and as a marketing associate by title, although in reality more like an assistant to the marketing director, she had come too in addition to the other hundred or so executives. Few people at her level had been invited, and her attendance was the work of her boss, Jim. He felt she needed a change. Her cancelled wedding and the toll it had taken on her otherwise sunny disposition had affected her work, so he felt it would be a good thing for her to take a few days and come with him to the retreat.
Jim was a nice guy and he and Jane got on very well. He admired Jane and, in this case, it was not due to her entirely stunning looks but because she was well liked, genuine, and extremely competent. A few of his less liberated colleagues commented to him that he was a lucky man to have such a gorgeous colleague. Some had been even coarser in their suggestions, but Jim, who was a straight-up guy with a wife and two kids, warned them to leave her alone. It was not really that Jane couldn't look after herself exactly, but there was a naïveté about her, which for many people just added to her charm.
She looked around and was relieved to see that she was dressed appropriately for the event. Some of the other women were in evening gowns and some were in informal work wear. A few of the senior executive men wore suits, but most were in jacket and button-down shirts. Jane had worried about this, so she had made a kind of compromise. Jane liked clothes and loved to look good. She always tried to make a good impression, so generally she was better dressed than her colleagues. Away from work she was often fashion forward, making the most of her natural assets, but at work she kept it professional. Getting the balance right between dress codes and fashion was not always so straightforward. On this occasion she had put on a slim, black, flannel skirt that fell two inches above her knees and had twinned that with a tight, black, low-cut sweater with short sleeves. Over this she wore a thin, chiffon top that covered her bare flesh with a black see-through veil of sheer material, the effect of which was much sexier than if she had just had on a conventional jacket. Her breasts were so firm and tight she was going to skip wearing a bra, but in the end, she capitulated to normality and covered them with a black one. She put on what she considered were some sexy sheer black stockings and had coupled this with a thin garter belt. She liked that she could just make out in the mirror her well-trimmed bush under her black, lace panties. Not that she expected anyone would be seeing it, she thought with a touch of sadness. Still, she could dream, couldn't she? She had put her brown hair into rollers earlier so that it now fell in soft curls around her face, framing her vibrant and appealing light-brown eyes and her enticing mouth. Her black sandals with three-inch heels completed the picture.
Jane looks luscious in a paper bag, so in some sense her dress style is almost always immaterial to her natural attractiveness, but tonight she has struck a perfect balance between being very sexy indeed, and yet still being suitable for business. Many of the women were wearing dress pants, so she cut something of a dash with her lovely, stocking-clad legs. The curves of her thighs and backside were highlighted by the close-fitting skirt. Combined with her see-through top, toned arms, firm cleavage, and shapely neck, she attracted a lot of attention.
The room had fifteen to twenty tables set for drinks and the room lights were low. There would be drinks followed by dinner. At one end of the room was a stage that was equipped with the usual lecture facilities. Everyone was standing around chatting and drinking. Jane was ten minutes late, but she reckoned this was fashionably late. She walked over to the table set up as a bar and asked for a drink, flashing a heart-stopping smile at the male waiter, who gave her a glass of white wine, and beamed back at her.
"Jane, Jane, there you are, I hope you had a good flight?" Jim's hand went around her shoulder, and he steered her over to a small group of people. "Hi everyone, this is Jane. This is Tim, from our LA office, Tina. from rights, Taylor from our East Coast office - I'm right, yes? And this is Natasha who works with me, although she is based in New York."
Jane smiled and shook the men's hands in turn. They all looked pleased to meet her. Tim and Taylor were clearly impressed, and Tim's looked like his jaw might hit the floor as he grinned at her. Natasha was a stunning, tall, black female in a sleek red evening gown with a deep slash that revealed a long slim, very shapely leg. They locked eyes for more than a few moments, assessing each other. Natasha's cleavage was impressive too. Natasha nodded in acknowledgment and said, still looking at her. "Well hello Jane, Jim has told me all about you, and I've been dying to meet you. He says we need to chat as I'll be working with you and Jim much more closely. I only joined the company two months ago." She revealed a beautiful set of perfect teeth behind a full pair of dark lips as she smiled. Jane smiled back. "Oh, great, thanks." She had an uneasy feeling about Natasha. She had heard some bad gossip about this new, pushy woman and a few of her male colleagues had been more specific and said that she was, to quote precisely, "a bitch."
Tim eagerly asked Jane to join him and Jim at a table and Natasha came too. Taylor said goodbye and joined a crowd of executives on one of the many other tables. She sat down with Jim on her left, Natasha on her right, and with Tim opposite them. The table could seat at least eight, so Tim was quite a distance from her, and she could barely hear what he was saying to her above the general hubbub. "My wife says...room is small...how long have you..."
Rather than have to strain to listen to him, she answered what she assumed he was asking. "I've worked here five years - girl and woman." Implying she had grown up with the company. It was true as she had joined at 25. She had been what could be considered a typical young woman with not a lot on her mind, bar her job, shopping, and men. She had certainly had her fill of the latter two items. Then she had met someone she thought was going to be "the one," but, after two years he had dumped her for another woman. Jane knew it was because the other woman, whom she preferred to refer to as "that slut," was rich, although he pretended her wealth had nothing to do with it in a vain attempt to not appear a gold digger. He maintained that the new girlfriend was more "compatible" and then even hinted that Jane had been unfaithful. Jane had angrily lost her temper, something she so rarely did. She even punched him. At that they parted. She was miserable and cried and felt crushed by the unfairness of it all. It didn't help that the new girlfriend was attractive. Only recently she had begun to get some pleasure out of life again.
"I reckon you have always been 100% pure woman." Natasha's words broke her out of her reverie, and she looked into the striking face that was smiling a knowing kind of smile. Jane smiled back and said nothing but felt a sudden uneasiness. Neither Jim nor Tim seemed to have heard her comment. This kind of uneasiness, here, was worrying as she was effectively still at work and did not want her chances in the company ruined by any complications. Her extraordinary lesbian experience in the movie theater had primed her to be on the lookout for the worst from women who crudely complimented her without warning. Jane liked to be appreciated, but not all compliments are equally welcome as every girl knows.
Drinks came around again and Jim cheered them all up by telling some humorous stories about the company. She and Natasha laughed in good spirits at his stories and Tim guffawed rather inelegantly. Tim was a man in a hurry and Jane now remembered that others has said to her that he was known to be a brown noser.
"Hey, honey, are those stockings, or tights?" Natasha's comment made Jane flush as she felt a similar mixture of emotions to those she had experienced when the Asian teen had whispered in her ear in the cinema a month or two ago. The room was loudly throbbing with the voices and laughter of the other attendees, so Natasha was only audible to Jane. Oh god, she thought, not again. Jane ignored her and continued sipping her wine, now fully alert that Natasha was unusually interested in her and for reasons that she was certain were not professional. Jane was annoyed and irritated. To have a work colleague hitting on you was not wanted, but for it to be a woman was even worse. She also felt awkward as Natasha was going to be working with both her and Jim, and she felt she couldn't say anything. In other circumstances she might have plucked up her courage and simply told her to get lost. Suddenly Natasha got up and swept off into the distance.
"Where's she going?" asked Jim, looking at Tim and Jane. Jane shrugged. "God knows," said Tim. "Is she for real? She seems to think that her body can make up for her lack of ability." Tim was a little drunk, and clearly, was not fond of Natasha.
"Come on Tim. Let's not get into all that, I've just met her, you can't put me off her before I've had a chance to make up my mind myself." Jim was clearly not drunk, nor ready to be influenced by Tim.
Jane was worried what might happen if and when Natasha returned. She looked over the room and saw her moving with an assured, easy step around the room, working it. Networking. She's slick that's for sure, she thought. Jane, despite trying not to think about her in sexual terms, had to admit that Natasha was annoyingly hot. She must have been at least two inches taller than Jane. Certainly, her legs were superb. She was wearing some steel tipped stilettos and as she walked about the slash in her dress slid back revealing a muscular thigh and leg that spoke of long hours exercising. Her backless gown ran extremely low, and Jane mused how only an inch or two below where the dress started above her ass, would be her underwear. Her thin gown was tight over her backside showing no panty line, so Jane presumed she was wearing a G-string or even a thong. Possibly nothing. Jane felt her face reddening. Oh no, God, no, she thought to herself as the realization hit her that she was turned on by Natasha. She felt twinges in her pussy, and an excited, empty feeling in her stomach. She felt wet between her legs. This was bad, very bad indeed. She and Natasha would not be a good idea; she didn't even like her. And she was going to work and collaborate with Jim. So that meant she would be collaborating with her too. Thank God they were not in the same office.
Ever since those girls in the infamous movie theater, she had been slowly reanalyzing her sexuality. What had been casual thoughts about a modest experiment with her friend Jill, had been supercharged by what those girls had done to her. She still felt anger at the way they had treated her, and she had to face it; she had been the victim of sexual assault. But hand in hand with her humiliation and embarrassment was the fact that she had experienced more orgasms and more sexual pleasure in a session from them than she had ever had from Nicky, her ex-fiancée, or any of her other boyfriends. She had enjoyed their touch and their casual domination of her. The way they took what they liked just like that. No asking, no gentle seduction, no please and may I's. Just started fucking her. Taking what they wanted. Whenever she thought about that situation, she wished two incompatible things. That she had left when they sat next to her, before anything had started, and yet at the same time she wished she had invited them home for sex rather than it all happening there in the row of seats and the women's bathroom.
Now she considered she was at the equivalent time point to when the Asian girl put her hand on her knee for the first time, or when they all decided to sit surrounding her. Natasha had asked about her stockings. She knew what it meant. A first small salvo, before she advanced to conquer her completely. A normal person would go and sit somewhere else or tell Natasha straight up that she was not interested.
"Jim. Excuse me, I must go to the ladies room." Jim and Tim smiled in acknowledgment, and she walked out into the corridor, feeling a little overcome.
Outside she felt some of her composure return and she went to the bathroom and she managed to stop trembling. Jane was hoping that she could and would be strong. She kept hoping that Natasha would give up and leave her alone.
She had scarcely left the bathroom when a voice assailed her. "Well, look who it is. It's the loveliest girl I ever did see." Natasha's voice mocked her ever so slightly, but she was smiling. "Come on. You need loosening up, I'm getting you a drink."
"Natasha, I'm not sure, I... I have to..." Jane's protests were incoherent and inconsequential, but even if they had had importance, Natasha was not listening. Holding Jane's hand, she almost pulled her back into the room and up to the bar. Jane noticed the steel tips of her heels catching in the dim light.
"Ah, there you are. We wondered where you had got to Natasha." Jim's voice was friendly.
At the bar, Natasha asked or rather ordered. "Give us two of what we had before. Thanks." It amused Jane that the barman seemed to remember what they had had previously. Natasha was obviously memorable. He gave Jane a wistful smile. Jane looked him in the eyes and returned it. Jane had a good deal of vanity about her. She could tell he had taken note of her and liked what he saw, and it gave her gratification.
Jane sat in her old seat and Natasha sat next to her again. Taylor joined Tim and Jim at the table, and they were soon talking away. This time the whole stunning length of Natasha's leg appeared as she sat down. She made no attempt to cover its sinuous lines with her gown. Next her legs were under the table and the long tablecloth covered everything. Jane felt her wetness coming back. Her stomach seemed to be in her throat. As their table was at the back, no one would be walking behind them. The noise in the room was getting to be very loud. The drink was having its effect. Dinner would be next. Jane tried to move closer to Jim, but there was a leg of the table between him and her and there was no leg between her and Natasha.
"Now where were we? Oh yes, stockings or tights?" Natasha's hand slipped onto Jane's thigh and Jane jumped. "I have to say I will be really sorry if you are in tights as tights are a case of all advertising but no access to the honey."
"Natasha, no. Don't."
Natasha shushed her. "No more talking, Jane." Jane felt Natasha's hand on her lower thigh and the hand moved slowly up her leg until the fingertips felt the stocking top and, after caressing and enjoying the feel of the sheer stocking, they felt her garter. Her touch electrified Jane.
"Yum, yum, I thought so - you really are a sexy girl who I heard had the best ass in the company. Ever had an experience with a woman?"
Jane did not answer, but when Natasha's hand started to caress her smooth naked thigh above the stocking, she opened her mouth in a kind of erotic, soundless moan. Jane's juices were wetting her panties. Soon Natasha would find out and then she wondered what would happen. "Oh honey, you are hot, hot, hot!" Natasha's fingers were rubbing Jane's thigh and when her fingers contacted the lace panties, Natasha felt the wet slit. Jane could not deny her arousal. Natasha grinned in triumph and whispered. "I thought so." Her carefully straightened hair brushed Jane's face as she lowered her shoulder for a more comfortable grope. Jane let out a low gasp.
Natasha whispered, "Jane why are you so wet? I knew a girl who dresses like you do could not be a prude, but you are ready to be fucked right now, are you not, and we've barely met? "
Jane was beginning not to care. "Natasha, please. No. Not here. Later, please. Oh god, no..." Natasha's fingers were inside Jane and her thumb was rubbing the fleshy nub of her clitoris. The tablecloth prevented anyone who was not sitting right next to them from seeing anything. On Jane's left, Jim and Taylor were discussing something in depth. Tim was looking around and could see nothing untoward with the two women. Jane was sitting erect, lying back on her chair opening her mouth every now and then looking straight ahead as Natasha talked to the side of her head. He admired Jane's wavy mass of hair collected on the side nearest to him and falling over her chest. He had rarely seen such a beautiful woman. Such wonderful hair.
Jane then climaxed. Natasha felt Jane's pussy tremble, and there was ooze on her hands. Jane managed to stifle her cry, and she leant back as a pulse of pleasure shot through her. She had tried to stop herself, but it had proved impossible without actually struggling with Natasha's hand.
Natasha whispered. "Wow, you come easy. I want to strip you and lick you all over and suck your pussy dry." Hearing Natasha talk dirty to her, only made Jane wetter. Natasha took hold of Jane's right leg and swung it in between hers. She then proceeded to caress the hard flesh of Jane's thigh with one hand, toying with her stocking top, while her other hand, pushing aside Jane's sexy panties, fucked her with two fingers. Tim was looking at them again. He found both Jane and Natasha fascinating, despite his dislike of Natasha. He could make out that Jane's skin had an interesting sheen to it, and she seemed to be panting and saying something while Natasha was clearly talking continuously to her. If it had not been hidden by Jane, the table, and the tablecloth, he might have noticed that Natasha's right arm was constantly moving with a small and economical movement. This was her hand moving in and out of Jane's engorged slit. Natasha was whispering, "Come you hot beauty, come, pour your juices over me, do you like this?" repetitively as if in a mantra. Jane could feel Natasha's bare thigh against hers and her knee was pressed against Natasha's wet pussy but, as she was wearing stockings, she couldn't tell against what it was moving. Jane held back her climax as long as she could, but it powered through her despite everything. She arched her back as she came again. This time she gasped involuntarily, and Tim asked her if she was alright. Jim and Taylor looked at her, their faces questioning and concerned.
"Umm, yes, yes, I'm OK," she stammered. "I'm just feeling a bit sick." She was red in the face, but the low light showed only a faint sheen of perspiration on her lovely face. She had had to think quickly.
"Jim and all." This time Natasha's voice carried over the noise. "I think Jane should go up to her room, I think she's sick. She looks bad to me. I'll take her."
Jane knew what was next, and her rational being fought back, "No, really I'm fine, I'll be alright." She was trembling from her arousal and her orgasm.
Jim knew Jane. She was never sick, so he reckoned it must be serious. "I think you should go Jane; I need you to be alert tomorrow. Why not go up to your room? If you need food, get room service. Although if you're sick you probably won't. I'll call you in an hour to see how you're getting on."
"Right. She can have something to eat later. I'll be with her in case she needs anything." Natasha looked concerned and caring. Tim suggested that Natasha could leave Jane and return. He wondered why Natasha was being so thoughtful. Completely unlike her normal self, he thought.
Jane knew exactly what Natasha meant by all this, and Natasha knew that she knew. She felt she was being comprehensively railroaded into full scale sex with Natasha. She wanted it but was scared by it. She fought back only slightly. "I'll be back, I really don't feel too bad you know."
Natasha cut in. "Nonsense, Jane. You're too sweet. We don't want you vomiting, do we?" Jim, Tim, and Taylor balked at the vision of Jane spewing near them and agreed.
"Come along now," Natasha guided Jane from the table. Jane scrabbled to straighten her stockings and her panties before she got up, and Natasha smiled as she saw her do it. All she had to do was to pull her long dress over her own groin - no panties or stockings for her.
Taylor, looking at the two tall women walking away, commented to Jim that Jane was very attractive. Tim muttered. "Fucking gorgeous I think you mean." Jim shook his head. He was amazed his wife had never commented on Jane's looks. Thank God, she trusts me, he thought.
Natasha held Jane's hand as they walked towards the elevator. Jane wished she wouldn't, but she didn't want to make more of a scene than what had already happened. Their heels clicked on the marble floor. She kept looking at Natasha's breasts, hard and perfect under her low-cut dress, and she had a strong desire to suck her nipples. Natasha's thigh muscles were pulsing sensually as she walked. Her thoughts returned to the way her ass was just lying underneath her gown beneath her smooth, well-shaped back. Jane could have just put her hand out and onto that gorgeous backside. Jane had reached the point when she no longer cared to deny wanting Natasha and she decided then to be done with it. Why not have some fun for a change? If Natasha was going to keep quiet about it, then what was the harm? It would be an experience. She needn't wait for Jill to make a pass at her. Not that she could these days anyway as they barely saw each other anymore.
Natasha was relaxed and cool as they waited for the elevator. She was looking and enjoying the prospects of what was to come. Jane is so beautiful, and God, that amazing body, she thought. She had indeed heard about Jane from her colleagues. One had urged her to make sure she "checked her out". "She is so hot all the men in the office are half in love with her." The way he said it made her believe it. Natasha, who was now thirty-four, had been a lesbian for as long as she could remember, but had only come out ten years ago. Oddly enough, as she had kept it a secret, it had in many ways aided her business career. To be able to resist the odd over-horny man was much easier when you felt no desire for sex with them. Natasha knew people did not care for her. That was fine with her, she had to get on and damn the others. Still, fucking Jane could be good for business too; it would be good to have her in her pocket for the future. Natasha knew how to use sex as a weapon. She had to admit though that Jane was really special and mind-blowingly sexy. Natasha was most definitely a femme, and she liked femme partners. No one was a more real, classic, feminine, modern woman than Jane.
Forewarned is forearmed. Meeting Jane ended up being so much easier than she had thought, and this evening was turning out better than she had even dared to hope. Jane was twisting nervously on her heels, her calf muscles contracting as she did so. Her nipples were pushing up under her bra and sweater; Natasha could just see them; erect and magnificent.
"Christ, Jane, I'm going to fuck you really hard. You'd better enjoy it, `cos I certainly will." Natasha said it with feeling.
"Yeah, well, I am going to stick my tongue into your cunt and drink your hot come." Jane had never ever talked like this before, and it turned her on to see that Natasha was now trembling too. Jane had never had a one-night stand, assuming this is what it was going to be, and she had no experience of giving pleasure to another woman. She had always been loyal to her boyfriends in the past, even though she had got through quite a few in her 15 years or so of dating.
The elevator arrived and it was empty. Jane, not able to resist any more, pushed Natasha into the elevator by putting her hand on her ass and pushing. Natasha stumbled in her stilettos and, as the door closed, Jane had her hands on the black woman's hard buttocks. She pushed Natasha up against the wall of the elevator, and while one hand held Natasha's left wrist, her other hand slipped into her dress and over her ass, and then down to her groin where her eager fingers felt Natasha's wet sex.
"Christ, no panties!" Jane felt Natasha's wetness. She put her lips against Natasha's cheek and said. "Natasha you are fucking sexy." Jane could not believe she was saying this to a woman, but she was. She then proceeded to try and push her fingers into Natasha's pussy. Natasha struggled and, turning around, she surprisingly efficiently slid her hands under Jane's top and soon had both her nipples in between her fingers and thumbs. She squeezed hard.
"Ow!" Jane cried out in pain and pleasure and her hands left Natasha's groin and grabbed her wrists. The grip on her nipples increased.
"OK honey, let go of me or I will squash these wonderful things." To show she meant what she said she gave them another hard squeeze. Natasha could feel the nipples get even stiffer under her fingers.
"OK, OK, don't hurt me, please." Jane gasped and let go of the other woman's body.
"Now we are going to my room, and you are going to do what I tell you, is that clear honey? Or else?" Jane nodded assent, and Natasha then relaxed her grip on Jane's nipples, but proceeded to caress and then rub them with the palm of her hand, her mouth kissing Jane's. Jane rather clumsily tried to respond, but somehow, she could not seem to coordinate her head, tongue, and mouth with Natasha's. "Fucking relax will you Jane. You must have kissed someone before, even if it wasn't a woman."
By the time the doors opened on Natasha's floor, Jane had reached fever pitch.
"Come along to the fucking chamber," Natasha pulled Jane along the corridor, and this time it was Jane who almost fell on her face.
"Hey, watch out!" Jane cried out in embarrassment.
She stood behind Natasha while she unlocked the door, admiring her neck and shoulders, and she could just see the start of her ass crack under the dress if she peered hard.
"Come in, the spider says to the fly." Natasha pushed Jane in rather roughly and Jane flew into the room. Natasha followed her in and locked the door and then she put on the lights.
Jane had no real idea of what to do next, but she moved over to Natasha and kissed her on the mouth. This time Jane's tongue met Natasha's successfully and soon the two were locked in a lengthy embrace. Jane's hands were on Natasha's back, while Natasha's fingers unbuttoned Jane's tight skirt. Coming up for air, Natasha said. "Yeah, honey, now that's better. You're a good kisser. Glad you got the hang of it." She paused and then continued. "You can step out of your skirt." Jane just stood there, her lipstick smeared around her mouth from Natasha's passionate kissing. Jane felt elated.
"Well? Jesus Jane don't just stand there. Ok, I'll do it." Natasha was enjoying Jane's inexperience. Not only was she the hottest piece she had probably ever seen, her evident lack of experience with women was even more of a turn on. The whole idea of fucking a lesbian virgin was just lovely. If truth be told, Natasha was experienced in this regard. Seduction, as unsubtle as she was, was her specialty and she was usually successful. First time lesbians were as rare as hens' teeth though, so she felt very gratified that Jane was such an easy conquest.
Natasha knelt down and pulled the skirt down Jane's shapely legs. It caught on her shoes, Jane moved to kick them off, bending down to undo the ankle straps. Natasha slapped her hands and ankles. "Don't you fucking dare!" said Natasha. "There is nothing like a pretty girl in stockings and heels. You'll keep them on." Natasha thought Jane was the sexiest lingerie model she could imagine.
"Now, remove your top." Jane, trembling, pulled her sweater and chiffon shirt off together. Natasha unclipped Jane's bra and threw it on the bed. Her tits, and their erect nipples popped out, and now Jane was exposed to Natasha in just her heels, garter belt, panties, and sheer stockings.
"Yum, you are good enough to eat," murmured Natasha approvingly. Natasha walked around Jane's perfectly proportioned body, and, taking each nipple and breast in turn, she sucked them and caressed the round globes until Jane thought they would burst. After that, she kissed her on the mouth, and then, while their tongues interlocked, Natasha's hand was under her soaking panties, her fingers inside Jane's pussy. Jane gasped and moaned. Natasha worked on her slit until Jane was ready to orgasm.
"Oh, please, fuck me, fuck me now!" Jane really needed it and yet Natasha held off, removing her fingers just as she felt Jane begin to tremble in the run up to her climax.
"Sit down here," she said, pushing Jane onto the wooden chair she had pulled out from the desk. Natasha could see the front of Jane's panties were slimy and wet with the oozing, slightly white fluid from her vagina. She knelt and crawled towards Jane's knees, encased in their enticing stockings. Her legs looked utterly gorgeous, accented by her black heels. Jane could see Natasha's bare leg appear through the slash in her dress as she crawled towards her like a cat, her impressive breasts seemingly about to fall out of her dress as she approached Jane's pleasure center. Natasha licked her lips. Her hands slid slowly up Jane's legs: over the slim ankles; over her calves; over her knees, playing a little with the top of her stockings, and then slowly moving over the sticky, shiny surface of her upper thighs.
"Uh." Jane moaned. "Fuck me, please!" Her head was back and an expectant look in her brown eyes. She lifted her right leg, and Natasha caressed the thigh some more, her hands sliding up to her waist. Then, slowly, and deliberately she unclipped the garter belt from the stocking tops.
Natasha purred. "Yummy! I just love black stockings on a pair of great legs."
Almost painfully slowly, drawing the moment out, she pulled the flimsy, cum-wet panties off, her fingers slowly digging into Jane's hard thigh flesh, exposing her love center, her oozing pussy, her glistening labia, and her hard, over stimulated clitoris. Jane could feel Natasha's breath on her groin and slit, while Natasha luxuriated in the experience of having Jim's gorgeous piece of ass ready to come under her tongue any moment. Now this is power, she thought. "I'm not sure I'm ready to lick you yet." Natasha said, teasingly.
"Please Natasha, please, I'll do anything you want. Anything, anything! Please!" Jane simply had to come very soon. Her legs were now around Natasha's shoulders, Natasha's mouth only a few inches away from her waiting minge. She had only once before let any woman do this to her, and that had been under duress in that movie theater.
Natasha wondered if there was anything useful to be obtained from sexy Jane. She wasn't all that important work wise, but she did have the ear of good old, solid Jim.
"Promise me you will give me any information, any information if I ask you for it -- business stuff as well as gossip. I hope you are good with all the gossip?" Jane was in a haze of desire. She was not much of a gossip monger, but it would be easy to promise.
"I don't know, I mean..." Natasha gently rubbed the dripping clitoris until she judged Jane was about to climax and then stopped.
"Please, please, oh god please." Jane was dangling on the edge.
"No coming unless you promise?"
Jane could stand it no longer. "Yes, anything. Please suck me, make me come. Please!"
Natasha's long, probing, tongue slipped in, and she sucked and penetrated the oozing slit, taking Jane's clit and labia into her mouth and caressing it all with her lips and tongue. Natasha could feel her own wetness pouring onto her naked groin underneath her gown. She could feel Jane's heels in her back as the young woman wrapped her legs around Natasha's head as she worked her up to an appalling climax.
Jane gasped and cried with pleasure as she orgasmed and, as she did so, she shook and writhed so much that she fell off the chair onto the floor. All the while Natasha kept up her tonguing of the now well-oiled flesh of Jane's pussy and thighs. Jane lay on the floor, her brain fogged with pleasure. She saw Natasha get to her feet and let her dress slip to the floor. Jane could now see Natasha's body in its full glory.
She really was lovely, probably a little taller than Jane, but it was difficult to tell as her stilettos were at least four inches. She had a similar build to her, Natasha was perhaps a little slimmer and less athletic. Jane, as a fitness near fanatic, was quite a connoisseur of the female body. It took one to know one, and she was impressed.
Natasha had an incredible pair of legs. She had a large pair of perfectly round breasts, probably thirty-eight or larger compared to Jane's thirty-fives. Enormous aureoles and hard nipples that seemed so long compared to hers. She knew they were implants but Jane didn't care, she knew hers were unusually lovely in their natural state. Other women were less well endowed. They looked sensational on Natasha. She was completely shaved, and she had long, fleshy labial lips. Natasha walked over to Jane being careful were she stepped in her amazing heels. She got to her knees and positioned her ass over Jane's face. Jane looked up the long, smooth legs to the woman's wet, darkly pigmented pussy. She said. "Lick me, you horny bitch."
Jane had never licked another woman, but she tentatively lifted her head and gently passed her tongue over the aroused brown pussy, feeling its wetness, and texture. Her hands grasped Natasha's buttocks and, sliding her fingers into her crack, Jane caressed the curves of her ass cheeks and fleetingly explored Natasha's asshole. The girls had done that to her in the cinema, and she had liked it. She could smell and taste the musky smell of the woman, and, as she licked, she could see Natasha's thighs on either side of her head move and contract as Natasha shifted in pleasure. Faint, regular gasps were coming out of Natasha's mouth, so Jane assumed she was doing what was needed to keep her aroused. Natasha, as she twisted and moaned, responding to Jane's tongue, lent forward, her slit still over Jane's mouth. Her fingers found Jane's pussy and she began to finger fuck her. Both women were now crying and moaning.
Natasha's voice was commanding as she flicked her ass up and down over Jane's mouth. "Fuck me you horny bitch, oh god that feels good, oh god, oh god, ooh..." Natasha came, shaking all over. Jane almost gagged as she sat down for a second on Jane's face, for a brief moment surrounding Jane's head with a mass of hard, light brown flesh and wet pussy. Jane's teeth gripped Natasha's clitoris, and Natasha squealed in delight, bucking, and gasping as her climax coursed through her in wave upon wave of orgasm.
Natasha got to her feet and pulled Jane onto the bed. Jane was now disheveled, and Natasha just loved to see her this way. Her stockings were around her pretty ankles showing off her glorious legs and her garter belt was still around her waist, albeit on completely the wrong way. Its black strip of material seemed to accentuate her wet, well-trimmed pubic hair and flat stomach with its quite impressive hint of six-pack. Her breasts hard and firm, their nipples stiff. Her hair, so carefully prepared earlier in the evening, was now tangled and damp with sweat and Natasha's juice.
Natasha went to her bathroom and started fiddling with something. The light was on, but Jane could not see very well.
"Natasha, what are you doing?" she asked in her best come-hither voice.
She could see Natasha's back and that she was putting a strap around her waist and was seemingly doing it up somehow. Jane lay on the bed, gently fingering herself. She could see a leather strap was now around Natasha's slim waist. Natasha let out a soft moan of pleasure as she did up a buckle on the front of the belt thing.
"Hello? What are you doing babe?" Jane was intrigued, but most of all she just wanted that hot body back.
When Natasha turned around, Jane almost died. She was equipped with the biggest strap-on dildo Jane had ever seen, not that she had ever actually seen one, of course. It was black and looked to be made of fake leather on top of, presumably, plastic. It had a strap around her waist and then a strap passed under each thigh and over her buttocks reattaching to the waist strap at the back.
"Oh my god, you are not going to fuck me with that?" Jane really was surprised; it was certainly bigger than any man's penis she had experienced.
Natasha walked towards her, still in her stilettos. She was ready to show hot Jane what she really wanted to do to her. The strapon had two penises, one was already inside Natasha and the other was soon going to be inside Jane. As Natasha walked and moved the internal penis pushed and filled her sex so that she was in a frenzy of desire in the short time it took her to walk across the executive suite to the waiting prostrate female on the bed.
"Well of course it's to fuck you Jane, I'm not wearing it just for the hell of it. I'm going to give you more of a fuck than any man ever could. You'll be begging for more by the time I've finished with you. I don't suppose you've ever been fucked with one of these have you?"
Jane gave her a dirty smile. Jane was really getting into the whole sex with Natasha thing. "No, of course not. Although I've used toys before now."
"Yeah, I bet. Long hours driving your beautiful pussy wild. Jesus, I'd like to see that. I could probably watch you all day teasing yourself."
"Natasha, I don't really think I can take it - I truly don't think I'm big enough..." Jane didn't really mean it, but it was huge, and despite her arousal, she did wonder. It was also fun to tease Natasha with her coyness.
"Why don't you be quiet and let us see how we get on?"
Natasha aggressively pulled Jane's left leg up and started to suck her heel, then slowly her tongue licked its way over the crumpled stocking, over the hard flesh of her calf, the back of her knee, and then onto her thigh. By the time Natasha had licked up to Jane's sex, Natasha was on the bed and Jane's leg was over her back and Jane was moaning and crying in anticipation. "Lie on your side." Natasha pulled Jane over, and then the tip of her strapon entered Jane's slit. It slid half the way in, and Jane gasped. It felt wonderful, stretching and stimulating her vagina.
"Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me," Jane's cries aroused Natasha and she started to pump and fuck Jane hard and rhythmically, each time pushing the strapon deeper and deeper into the girl until the whole of its long shaft was inside Jane's pulsing sex chamber, pushing in and pulling out, slicked with Jane's juice. Both the women got into a rhythm and Jane began to cry out every time Natasha bottomed out, her pussy engorged with the huge dildo, extreme sensations filling her whole body until every inch of her felt hyper-aroused and hyper-sensitive. She began to feel the barrier to a massive climax lifting. Natasha, as she fucked beautiful Jane, could feel the dildo in her own sex thrusting in tandem with hers into Jane. She too was about to come.
Suddenly the phone rang. Natasha paused and Jane gasped. "No, don't stop, finish me off, please!" Natasha grinned mischievously and leaning over, twisting the dildo deep in the panting girl, she picked up the phone. Jane's hands were all over Natasha's breasts, caressing and licking the hard nipples, still feeling the huge penis deep inside her.
"O hi Jim. Yes... no... I see...I've no idea where Jane is. Perhaps she's asleep. Did you think of that? What? You've called her room three times in the last 40 minutes? Perhaps she's recovered and is having an illicit liaison?" Natasha laughed. Jane wondered whether Jim found it so amusing. Jane's face showed her consternation.
Natasha thrust into her, making her gasp in pleasure. "I've really..." Thrust. "No idea..." Thrust. "Where she is." The phallus pushed deep into Jane yet again. The phone was against Jane's face as Natasha pressed herself against her. Jane, in a fog of arousal, could hear Jim talking, saying that Natasha was meant to be looking after her. Natasha sat up looking down at Jane's face and breasts, covered as they were in a film of sweat. "Yeah, I know Jim, but she's a big girl. I left her in her room. I'm sure she's OK. I really don't think she needs me to mop her sweaty brow, unless you happen to know she likes that sort of thing."
Jane opened her mouth to speak, but realized she mustn't say anything in case Jim would hear. Jim obviously said something in reply. "Jim, that was just a joke. Bye-bye. If I see Jane, I'll ask her to call you...yes, OK."
Smiling, Natasha put the phone down and started fucking Jane again so hard that Jane felt her pussy throbbing with the friction. "You're going to have to talk to him soon or he'll call a doctor or something." Jane worried about what Jim thought she might be doing. Fucking Natasha.
"He might be getting the wrong idea about his hot assistant."
"I'm not an assistant, I'm an associate."
"Well, I don't care much, an associate can come just as well as an assistant."
She pushed the dildo deep and Jane moaned. She was on the very edge of her climax.
Jane was now on her elbows and knees and Natasha was penetrating her from behind. Jane could feel the black woman's nipples brushing across her back, and her thighs slapping against hers as she pounded in and out. Both of their bodies were alluringly sweaty. Natasha stopped and, while Jane trembled, she said panting, "You had better call him now."
"What now? Oh god, OK..." Jane was experiencing the best sex she had ever had and now she had to talk to her boss. Damn that bitch, Natasha, she's enjoying this, toying with me and making it difficult for me. "Fuck you, Natasha," she said but she picked up the phone and got through to Jim. As soon as she was connected, Natasha resumed her vigorous fucking, her hands caressing Jane's breasts.
Natasha whispered in her ear as she started a long series of strokes. "You feel so good honey. Take that and that." Natasha nibbled on Jane's earlobe as Jane tried to talk to her boss through a wave of intense orgiastic pleasure as it built and built until she knew she could not stop it. Her brain worked overtime.
"Jim...um, ooh, I've been sick and asleep, but I'm... oh!" Her sex was boiling hot, and it throbbed as the strapon stimulated her to breaking point. She heard Jim ask whether she needed a doctor. "No, please, no, just leave me alone, ooh!" Natasha pushed into her hard. "I'll be fine." Both she and Natasha were almost played out.
"Come you hot bitch, come!" Natasha's penetration caused Jane to climax so rapidly that she barely had time to slam the phone down before she screamed, the orgasm crashing into her brain making her see colored flashes of light. Gasping, the two sweaty bodies came together, writhing on the bed a mass of intertwined legs and thrusting breasts. Waves and waves of pleasure swept over them as the two women's tongues sought each other's mouths, each trying to transfer their passion from one to another.
Afterwards Jane and Natasha lay on the bed gently exploring each other. Jane knew that she had to get back to her room quickly or Jim might call a doctor, or even worse, go and see her to check she was all right. She wondered whether Jim would realize that she was having sex when they talked, but she reckoned there was no reason for him to suspect this, unless he heard Natasha's voice in the background, which was certainly possible. That bitch Natasha was obviously enjoying the spot she's put me in, she thought.
Natasha helped Jane to dress. Natasha got aroused again when dressing Jane and, when rolling up her laddered stockings for her, she finger fucked Jane to another climax. She came so quickly it surprised both of them. After helping her on with her chiffon top and letting her brush her hair, the still naked Natasha kissed Jane on the mouth and said that she had been "the best she had ever had." Jane guessed this was a compliment since Natasha presumably had had a lot of women. Natasha said she was going back to the dinner to show her face and have something to eat. "You coming?"
"No. You've worn me out. Anyway, we can't go back together, it's way too suspicious. I'll go to my room and pretend to be recovering."
"I might come and see you later."
"No Natasha. That's it. I can't risk it. You maybe don't care, but I do. I need this job."
"Well, I'm off at the end of tomorrow. Time waits for no woman. A shame. I could fuck you all night."
Jane laughed. "I don't know where you get the energy."
"Oh Jane, don't pretend to be so innocent. You're a fucking tiger. Was I your first woman?"
Jane thought for a second. "Well, yes, kind of."
"Lovely. Any partner in your life? You must have men falling over to get you."
Jane didn't feel like talking about her relationship troubles with Natasha. She was sure Natasha only asked out of politeness. "Well, yeah I have."
"And yet you let me have you. I guess I'm honored. Well Jane, remember what you promised. I want to hear the gossip. I'll see you when I come to your office. I'll keep my bed warm for you when I do."
When Jane got back to her room, she felt overwhelmed with fatigue and, after showering, she lay naked on the bed thinking about the day. Natasha's attentions had left her sexual persona satiated, but she had also opened up a new horizon for her. Now she had experienced two lesbian encounters. Two sessions of mind-blowing orgasms. Did this mean she was a lesbian? Or was she bisexual? Perhaps the latter was more likely, thinking of all the men she had slept with. Natasha had satisfied her, but it had all been a bit mechanical. The thought that Natasha would be on her case and thinking she had dibs on her whenever she came to town filled her with anxiety. She liked the sex, but Natasha was a work colleague. It was all so awkward, and she didn't trust Natasha not to shaft her somehow in the process. A snide word to Jim and she'd be finished. She felt dominated by Natasha's aggressive personality and sexuality. A part of her liked it, but Jane was not going to let her soul be trampled on by a Manolo Blahnik-wearing vamp.
She heard Jim knocking on the door. She put on a robe and opened the door. She tried to look the part of someone who was sick. Jim noticed her wet hair wrapped in a towel around her head.
"You OK?" he asked, fatherly concern on his face.
"Yes, I've been sick, but now I am fine - I'm in bed." She stood there looking all innocent in her bathrobe and Jim, of course, believed her.
"Thank god. We were worried. Have you seen Natasha? She and I need to talk, and dinner's being served."
"No. Why would I see Natasha? She just dropped me off here an hour or two ago." She said it a little defensively perhaps.
"Ok. Sorry about Natasha. I'm told she is very pushy, but don't worry, I'll see she doesn't bother you. Tim tells me she is probably a, well you know, a lesbian: not that there's anything wrong with that of course." Jim could be relied on to be sensitive always.
"Tim would say that. Anyway, I know she's gay, she told me. Why should I care?" Jane had recovered her nonchalance.
Jim looked at the smiling pale face and concluded that Jane really was a little too naive sometimes for her own good.
"Well, OK Jane. See you bright and early tomorrow."
"Thanks, Jim. Good night." Jane gave him a kiss on the cheek, and by God, the man blushed. She watched him walk towards the elevator and then she closed her door. She wondered why she had kissed him. Very unprofessional. Sometimes Jane wanted an affirmation that she was still master of her own sexual self. Natasha and those movie theater teens had been chipping away at it successfully. A simple kiss seemed to show she could give favor to those she liked, whatever that bunch of lesbians had done to her.