Adele said nothing, but she didn’t leave either.
“I…” Ingrid couldn’t stop looking Adele. She’d hadn’t realised how much she’d missed the sight of her. “God, I missed you,” she blurted out.
“I know,” said Adele. “The whole office knows.”
“Do they?” Ingrid frowned. “I—no, whatever, that’s not important right now. You’re right. You’re right about everything.” Ingrid rubbed her arms with her hands as if she were cold. “I do need help. But I never…”
“Wanted to admit to weakness? Was too proud? Was a snob? Was afraid?” Adele offered.
“A combination of all of the above,” Ingrid replied. “But I want you. I mean, I want you in my life. It’s better with you in it. But it’s so much to ask—”
Adele stepped forward, playing with the wrinkled collar of Ingrid’s shirt. “But you didn’t ask, Ingrid. I offered.”
Ingrid laid her hand on Adele’s and nodded. “Please, don’t go,” she said softly.
Adele smiled, a wide, happy smile that made the corners of her eyes crinkle. She came even closer, her nose brushing Ingrid’s cheek. “Then take me home, Ingrid,” she whispered into the other woman’s ear. Turning her head slightly, she pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin where Ingrid’s shoulder met her neck.
“God, I would love to,” said Ingrid, taking Adele by the hand. She didn’t bother going back to her office for her bag.
Ingrid felt oddly embarrassed as Adele walked into her apartment. She suddenly saw it for the mess it was: newspapers all over the table; empty takeout piled in the garbage bin; beer bottles in clumps at the foot of the sofa. Bringing women home to a pigsty didn’t usually bother her, but she suddenly felt the need to impress Adele. She didn’t want her to regret her choice.
“It’s not usually this messy,” Ingrid began lamely.
“It’s been a shitty week,” Adele agreed, turning to face Ingrid.
“You can say that again,” said Ingrid, her eyes caught by Adele’s lips. She looked up to see Adele watching her.
“Kiss me,” said Adele, her voice soft.
Ingrid did as she was told. Taking Adele’s face in both hands, she kissed her with a ferocity that took them both by surprise. Adele gripped Ingrid’s shirt in both hands, tugging it out of her jeans so that she could run her hands up Ingrid’s flat stomach. Her fingers were soft and warm and when her thumbs brushed Ingrid’s nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, Ingrid moaned into Adele’s mouth.
Still kissing, they stumbled toward the bedroom, Ingrid pulling off Adele’s coat as they went. Neither were sure where the coat landed. Underneath, Adele was wearing another of her flimsy summer dresses. Ingrid dragged it over Adele’s head, mussing her perfectly done hair, while Adele’s fingers undid the buttons of her shirt.
Ingrid sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on Adele’s hips. Adele’s body was so delicate and perfectly-made that Ingrid had the sudden ridiculous feeling she would break her. “You’re beautiful,” she told her.
“I know,” said Adele as, smiling, she ran her fingers from her collar bone, along her toned stomach, to her yellow lace underwear. She tugged them off, kicking them into a corner and revealing a neat strip of red curls.
“And you’re a real redhead,” said Ingrid, as Adele climbed onto her, straddling her hips. Ingrid could feel herself growing wet, the hem of her jeans pressing against her in just the right way as she watched Adele’s breasts sway in front of her. Ingrid put her hands on Adele’s neat waist then slid them lower, grabbing the other woman firmly by the ass.
“Mmm, did you have doubts?” Adele asked, nipping at Ingrid’s ear and grinding her hips against the stiff fabric of Ingrid’s jeans. Ingrid reached around to undo Adele’s matching bra, throwing it in the vague direction of the panties. Still slightly unable to believe this was happening, Ingrid took one of Adele’s pale breasts in each hand, dipping her head to kiss one nipple, then the other, lightly flicking them with her tongue.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me just because I’m a yoga instructor, Ingrid. Fuck me already!” Adele grinned at the older woman and, leaning away, she arched her back and neck so that Ingrid could enjoy the full length of her torso, from the heavy curve of her pale breasts with their rose-coloured nipples pointing to the sky, to the beautiful slope of her hip bones as they dipped towards Ingrid’s body.
“Please,” Adele added in a breathy whisper, running her nails down the sensitive skin of Ingrid’s neck.
Finally realising this was not a dream, Ingrid sprang into action. She flipped them over, tipping Adele on the bed. Pinning the other woman’s arms above her head with one hand, she kissed Adele with unprecedented passion, her tongue demanding entrance. With her other hand, she fondled Adele’s breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingertips. She put one foot on the floor and braced her other knee to the bed, pressing her thigh between Adele’s legs. Adele immediately began rubbing herself against the hard muscle of Ingrid’s thigh, putting pressure on her clit.
“You’re going to give yourself carpet burn like that,” Ingrid said. Letting go of Adele’s wrists, she lowered her mouth to her breasts, bringing one hard, eager nipple into her mouth then the other, swirling her tongue around them until Adele moaned, arching her back to give press herself deeper into Ingrid’s mouth. With one final flick of her tongue, Ingrid lowered herself to her knees, leaving one hand to play with Adele’s wet nipples.
Working her way from the outside in, she traced the folds of Adele’s pussy with a fingertip, following the bow-shaped lips from clit to taint and back again. “Please, Ingrid,” Adele moaned, her hands coming down to clench in Ingrid’s hair.
“Please what?” Ingrid asked, feigning ignorance. She focussed on the delicate skin of her lover, lightly running her thumb over back and forth across Adele’s glistening clit.
“Lick me,” Adele whimpered, her hips inching towards Ingrid.
Ingrid looked up. “Is that what you want? You really have no patience for a meditation instructor.”
“Ingrid!”
With two fingers, Ingrid spread the folds of Adele’s pussy wide open and licked her from bottom to top, putting extra pressure on her clit.
Adele groaned.
Gently, Ingrid sucked on Adele’s swollen labia, drawing her lips and tongue over each of them as Adele moaned in ecstasy. Going back to her clit, Ingrid took the sensitive bulb delicately between her lips. As she sucked and licked it, she slid two fingers into Adele’s dripping entrance, curling them up to stroke her g-spot.
“Oh God, oh God,” Adele’s hips bucked and Ingrid brought her free hand down to pin them against the bed. Uncurling her two fingers she began to pump them deep into her lover, still massaging her clit with her lips and tongue. Adele’s moans became screams and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Ingrid could feel Adele’s walls tighten, getting ready to come, and she stopped, pulling her mouth and fingers away.
“What the—no!” Adele sat up. Her eyes were wide with horror; their pupils dilated with desire. “Ingrid, that’s not fair!”
Ingrid smiled, pressing a kiss to Adele’s thigh. She opened the bedside table drawer and drew out a double-ended dildo and a condom. Laying them on the bed, she reached for the buckle of her jeans, but Adele beat her to it. Eagerly, her lithe fingers undid the clasp and zipper and shoved the jeans to the floor, Ingrid’s wet panties going with them. Ingrid rolled the condom onto the dildo and placed one foot on the bed so that she could slide the bulb-shaped end into herself. Adele watched greedily, licking her lips as the thick, curved rod at the other end bounced and nodded.
Ingrid sat back on the edge of the bed and looked over her shoulder at Adele. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Adele? What are you doing all the way over there?”
The redhead grinned and eagerly clambered onto Ingrid’s lap again. Ingrid took Adele firmly by the hips, stopping her from taking the dildo in all at once. Instead, she lowered Adele onto the tip slowly, bef
ore raising her off.
“God, you’re a fucking tease, Ingrid,” Adele whimpered.
“You don’t like it?” Ingrid asked, lowering Adele onto the ridged head of the dildo again. Adele moaned in response, her nails making half-moons in Ingrid’s shoulders. Then she gasped as Ingrid brought her down fully.
“Oh, fuck,” Adele moaned. Still holding her by the hips, Ingrid let Adele set the pace and the other woman rocked against the dildo, putting her hands on Ingrid’s knees and arching her back to get pressure on her clit as well. Adele’s breasts bounced as she thrust faster and faster making the other end moved in time, rubbing Ingrid’s g-spot as she clenched around it.
Ingrid grabbed Adele’s hair and drew her closer, arching Adele’s neck back so that she could run her tongue between the other woman’s breasts and up her neck. Adele moaned, her hips bucking wildly against Ingrid’s. Without warning, Ingrid spun them around, Adele landing on her back on the bed as Ingrid thrust into her, the double-ended dildo bringing them both to the brink of orgasm.
“Christ, Ingrid,” Adele gasped. “Please, please let me come this time. Jesus Christ!”
But Ingrid wasn’t finished. With a wicked smile, she pulled out again, to Adele’s utter horror. But the other woman didn’t have time to complain as she was flipped onto her front. Grabbing Adele by the hips again, Ingrid pulled her to her knees, bringing her ass up to meet the dildo’s dripping head. Using her thumbs, she spread Adele’s ass and buried the dildo back into her wet, willing folds. The redhead gasped in pleasure.
Ingrid kneaded the milky skin of Adele’s ass with both hands as the other woman moaned, rocking herself against the hard shaft of the dildo, pressing her ass against Ingrid’s stomach and thighs. Suddenly Adele straightened, arching her back and bracing her hands against the wall so that the dildo stroked her g-spot perfectly. “Hard,” she whispered.
Ingrid grinned. One hand tight on Adele’s hips, she buried the other in her red hair. Once, twice, she thrust in slow and completely, getting Adele used to the deeper penetration, until the other woman snapped, “I said hard, Ingrid!” With a smile, Ingrid drove the dildo in rough and fast, Adele’s ass coming flush against her own. She let go of Adele’s hair and took hold of her hips in both hands, thrusting into the other woman as hard and deep as she could, her pace growing frantic as Adele’s climax began to build for a third time. Adele’s ass slapped against Ingrid as her moans became screams again. This time she didn’t try to stay quiet, alternating between swearing and Ingrid’s name.
Ingrid could feel her own orgasm approaching as she watched Adele’s ass as it reared against her, her hips slamming into Ingrid’s in all-consuming desire. Ingrid slapped Adele’s ass, willing her to go deeper still. Adele’s response was immediate and she swore again, frantically pumping up and down the dildo as she began to come. The frenzied thrusting of the dildo, and the feeling of Adele’s hot juices dripping onto her thighs, pushed Ingrid to her breaking point and she leaned forward, wrapping her hands around Adele’s breasts as she too desperately sought release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” swore Adele as they both came, their slick bodies shuddering against each other for what felt like eternity.
“Oh, Christ,” Ingrid whispered when their orgasms finally faded. She leaned her head against Adele’s shoulder, kissing the other woman’s skin between gasps.
After a moment, Adele pulled away, turning to gently tug the dildo out of her lover. She pressed her lips to Ingrid’s stomach, then her collar bone, then her lips, winding her arms around Ingrid’s neck. Slowly, they fell back onto the bed, exhausted and wrapped in each other’s arms. Ingrid pushed Adele’s hair out of her face and kissed her forehead while the redhead laid feather light kisses along her collar bone.
“See?” said Adele. “I told you we’d be good for each other.”
Ingrid laughed, her body limp with blissful release. For the first time in as long as she could remember she felt completely at peace.
**
Risky Surprise
A Lesbian, Older Woman Office Romance
By Elle Crosby
© Copyright 2016 by Elle Crosby (Author) and
Second Chances Press (Publisher).
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Chapter 1
Ginevra Sachs rested her head against the airplane window, watching what the onscreen map told her was North Carolina pass by far below her. She was on her way back to Washington after yet another flurry of meetings in Alabama and Georgia. She was exhausted.
Her last meeting before flying back to Washington had been with a state senator and his posse – a presidential hopeful for the next election - but the luncheon had gotten so out of hand that she wouldn’t have been surprised if someone (the senator in particular) had started pulling pigtails. At least they had been eating in a private room and there wouldn’t be any embarrassing photos in the paper tomorrow. With a sigh, Ginevra sat back in her first class leather seat. To be honest, there were times when she had just about had it with this job.
When she’d just been starting out in PR, national politics had seemed so glamorous. Now, after a decade in the business, Ginevra found that even the most powerful people in the country had a marked tendency to act like whiny school children if they weren’t allowed to get their way. So much for her naïve undergraduate dreams of changing the world – it turned out that working as a campaign manager was more like being a nanny than an activist, no matter which party you were working for.
The plane landed at night, just it began to rain, which did not help improve Ginevra’s mood. Cinching her fitted Armani trench coat tightly around her waist, she stood in Arrivals looking out at the greasy night and waiting for her assistant to come pick her up. Sam was a dear girl with many talents, but punctuality was not one of them. Checking her watch, Ginevra swallowed another sigh. She’d landed twenty minutes ago and still had tons to do before she slept. Plus this humidity was going to make her carefully straightened hair curl.
As if to add insult to injury a trendily-dressed girl bordering on her twenties strolled past Ginevra and out into the rain, dragging a leopard-print carry on behind her. The teen had a tropical-print scarf wrapped around her hair, knotted on her forehead and holding up her own tightly-wound dark curls in effortlessly hip looking updo. Ginevra pouted a little.
She’d often thought about letting her hair stay in its natural state but, in her line of business, she worried that it would be more hassle than it was worth. She worked with a lot of people who weren’t as open-minded as it was possible to be when it came to race or gender, and she had both going against her. Ginevra had the sneaking suspicion that coming to meetings (especially when they were with people like today’s Alabama senator) with an afro (no matter how well coiffed) would only exacerbate both the overt fetishism and casual racism that she dealt with on a near daily basis. But damn that girl had looked good. Ginevra’s pout intensified and she looked at her watch once more, allowing herself a little wave of self-pity.
“Oh my God, oh my God, Gina, I’m sooooo sorry!” Sam came flying through the glass doors, purse swinging from one hand, phone being waved wildly in the other.
“Traffic was madness and there was a last minute debriefing about Governor Jackson and the puppy incident just as I was leaving the office. I recorded the whole thing for you, don’t worry. God, how do you always look so put together, even after flying all over the country?”
Sam leaned in, giving Ginevra a quick peck on the cheek – Sam had recently returned from a two week trip to France and now kissed everyone up her arrival anywhere.
“Here,” she handed her boss her phon
e, earbuds already plugged in. “Plus I jotted down some thoughts for his apology speech – just open the app,” Sam waved a pink-nailed finger at the enormous screen of her phone.
“Thanks, Sam,” said Ginevra, popping one earbud in.
“Do you want me to grab you a tea for the ride back?” Ginevra was famous for her disdain of coffee.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just get home.”
“Okay,” Sam smiled and gently relieved Ginevra of her purse and carry on. Her boss smiled her thanks.
As they exited the building, Sam drew a black-and-white striped umbrella from her oversized green purse and opened above them, saving Ginevra’s straightened hair for a little longer.
As Ginevra got comfortable in the back seat of the car, already absorbed in the meeting she’d missed, Sam loaded her luggage into the trunk and then flopped down into the driver’s seat.
“Oh! One more thing!” Sam twisted in her seat, gesturing for Ginevra to take out her headphones.
“Yes?” Ginevra paused the playback.
“Senator Tully’s wife sent you a present.”
Ginevra raised her dark eyebrows. “A present?”
“Yeah. I’m guessing her husband was a bit of a cock at the meeting today? The email just said ‘For your patience’ in the subject line.”
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