The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Happy Birthday Dear Boss

  Stephanie, Sheffield

  The intention had been to give our boss, Russell, a birthday treat but the day culminated in Chloé and I treating ourselves. It was a balmy May afternoon and Russell had left his office to attend a meeting on the other side of Sheffield. We were the only ones in the building as all the sales reps were out on visits. Chloé locked the main door and I ensured all the windows were shut and the venetian blinds closed.

  Recently, Russell had told us that he often visited a local strip club and Chloé had bragged that she and I had better bodies than any stripper. Russell had laughed and said, “That I would love to see. Hell, I’d be thinking it was my birthday if I saw you pair with your tops off.” And that was when Chloé had suggested to me that for Russell’s birthday we sent him topless photographs of ourselves so that he could decide whether we were as good as Sheffield’s strippers or not.

  From her bag Chloé withdrew a bottle of red wine and unscrewed the lid. “We’ll have to use plastic drinking glasses from the water dispenser but it won’t affect the taste,” she commented.

  “Cheers, and here’s to Russell’s birthday tomorrow,” I said as I raised my full plastic glass to her.

  We tidied up the main office, switched off the computers, then sat at our desks and finished the wine. We had drunk quickly and I could tell the alcohol was already having an effect; I was feeling warm and slightly light-headed.

  “OK, Stephanie, are you ready?” asked Chloé.

  I smiled nervously. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”

  We stood up and I watched as Chloé unbuttoned her blouse and slowly shrugged it from her shoulders. She was wearing a cerise lacy bra which had a black bow between the cups. She pulled the bra straps down and then gently lifted her breasts from the cups.

  “I’ve never done this before,” she giggled, “but I’ve always wanted to.”

  She walked over to the photocopier, lifted the lid, and then pressed her breasts against the glass. As she pressed the start button the copier whirred into action, the bright light dazzling as it made its sideways journey.

  “They look all nipples and no tits,” she laughed as she surveyed the print which had plopped out into the tray. “I’ll try just resting them on the glass rather than pressing them down.” She knelt down and rested her breasts on the copier and took another photocopy. “Yeah, not bad.” She faced me. “Your turn now.”

  Slowly, I pulled off my T-shirt and freed my breasts from my bra. I was glad that we had decided to bring wine to work as my tipsiness gave me the confidence to take the pictures for Russell’s birthday. At the copier I squashed my breasts against the glass and photocopied them. It felt rather naughty using office equipment to create salacious pictures. I then replicated Chloé’s kneeling position for a different angle of my breasts.

  “Do you think Russell will know whose boobs are whose?” I asked her as I studied the black and white pictures of my tits.

  “Let’s sign the copies so he knows,” she replied.

  We scrawled “Happy Birthday Boss” on the pictures and then signed them.

  “Get your phone, Stephanie and we’ll go into his office, take some more photos for him,” Chloé said.

  I retrieved my mobile phone from my handbag and followed her into Russell’s office. She closed the blind and then stood in front of it. Even with the blind shut the room was still bright. As I watched, she unzipped her skirt and tugged it down over her hips and knees. Kicking it away she stood by the window, resplendent in matching bra and panties, black hold-ups and high-heeled shoes. Her glossy chestnut hair tumbled in soft waves to her shoulders. She ran her tongue over her bright red lips and her almond eyes twinkled a flirtatious allure as, hands on hips, head flung back, Chloé demanded, “Take a photo of me, Steph.”

  I held up my phone, put it on camera mode and took a picture of her.

  “I think the boss would like lots of photos,” she laughed. She moved to Russell’s desk and took one of his biros and placed it between her lips, seductively pouting around the plastic and half-closing her eyes. I thought she looked incredibly sexy as I photographed her again. She then lay on the desk on her stomach, holding Russell’s telephone to her ear as though on a call. By standing near the window I was able to photograph her full body so it was clear she was draped across the boss’s desk.

  “Steph, pretend to be smacking my arse with this ruler.” Chloé giggled and I took a picture of me holding the ruler against her panties. I stared at the plump flesh of her buttocks, hardly hidden by the scanty material of her knickers, and then I brought the ruler down onto the skin. Twice. Hard. Ferociously hard. Immediately her skin tinged pink.

  “Stephanie!”

  “Oh, Chloé, I’m so sorry, I did it without thinking,” I lied, pretending to be aghast at my actions. But, secretly, I had wanted contact with her body.

  She sat up and rubbed her bottom. “Right, I’d better take a photo of you now.” Picking up the ruler she placed it between my breasts. “It will look as though you’re measuring your boobs,” she laughed.

  I pushed my breasts together to hold the ruler tight whilst Chloé took a photo.

  “Hey, Steph, I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said, grabbing a couple of sheets of paper and placing them in Russell’s stapler. Then she lowered her right buttock and, giggling, pressed the stapler down with her arse cheek. “Here, have a go.”

  I positioned myself above the stapler and then pressed down firmly. I heard the satisfying sound of the staple securing the paper. “This is so silly but such good fun,” I commented as I continued to bang staples into the paper with my bottom. When I looked up Chloé was standing in front of me. “I think you should take off your skirt now, Stephanie,” she said simply.

  Awkwardly, I unzipped my skirt and wriggled out of it. I felt a bit embarrassed facing Chloé in just my underwear and a pair of black pumps. She leant forward and whispered, “I think we should raise the temperature a bit for the boss, you never know what bonus we might get at Christmas.”

  She reached around me and unclipped my bra, pulling it away. Instantly, I lifted my arms to hide my breasts.

  “No, silly, you look lovely,” Chloé cooed and nuzzled my hair. She removed her own bra and then pulled me to her so that our breasts pushed against each other. I had never touched another woman and it seemed strange to feel her skin against mine. Involuntarily, I tensed, uncomfortable with this unfamiliar closeness. Chloé swept her hands across my waist and then stepped back from our embrace. “Put your phone on to video,” she said as she slid onto Russell’s leather chair. I held my phone up so that I could video her. She sat with her legs spread wide and then started rubbing the crotch of her panties with her fingers. I tried to hold the phone steady as I stared at Chloé’s heaving breasts and her long legs clad in the titillating hold-ups. But soon my gaze moved and I became transfixed with watching her caress herself through her panties. She slipped a finger underneath the thin material and pushed it aside so now her pussy was exposed for the video; and exposed for me. She ran her fingers across the swollen pussy lips, gently parting them, and I could see that she was becoming wetter as she teased herself. Reaching up to the desk she grabbed Russell’s yellow highlighter pen and, to my amazement, playfully slid it in and out of her juicy, wet cunt. I swallowed nervously. I had never witnessed such a sight before and I was getting aroused. There was a hot, insistent urge between my thighs and I knew my pussy was moistening with excitement.

  “Do you think I look hot, Steph?”

  A mischievous smiled played on Chloé’s lips and I was uncertain whether it was for the video or for me. I watched as she continued to pleasure herself with the highlighter pen, making her cunt glisten with her flowing juices. And, as I stared, I could feel the familiar throb of my own pussy; the sign that I was turned on and ready for stimulation; the sign that I was ready to be fucked.

  Suddenly, Chloé stopped. “Come on, let’s s
et the phones up,” she said rising from the desk.

  She placed her phone on the windowsill so that it was angled to video the top of Russell’s desk and then positioned mine on top of the filing cabinet, opposite the window, in order to do the same. The phones started to video the desk. Standing in front of me Chloé removed her panties so that she was naked apart from her hold-ups and shoes. I wanted to touch her but did not dare. I wanted to trace my fingers down the exquisite curves of her body but did not know how to touch a woman.

  Chloé lay down on the desk and beckoned me.

  “Stephanie, kiss me.”

  I was unsure but Chloé was exciting me so much and, after half a bottle of wine, it seemed a natural thing to do. Hesitantly, I moved forward and leant over her. My blonde hair cascaded down and mingled with her dark tresses. I kissed her forehead several times before moving down to her mouth. And, suddenly, the need to kiss her was immense. I started with short, closed-mouthed kisses but wanted to experience the intimate, luxurious bond that exists when lips touch and mouths open. I found it so erotic and, with quickening heart, I penetrated her mouth with my tongue. Such kissing had never been considered before but here I was, in my boss’s office, kissing my acquiescent female colleague. My tongue had free access to Chloé’s mouth and I kissed her passionately; long and lingeringly, my French kisses expressing the desire that was flooding my body. Then I kissed all the way down her neck, my lips pressed firmly against the smooth, white flesh.

  Chloé lightly caressed her breasts and teasingly rolled her nipples between her fingers. I was so excited at this opportunity, the chance to feel a naked woman, the chance to feel Chloé. I knew that I really wanted to touch her; I wanted to be with her sexually.

  “I’ve never done anything like this,” I confessed.

  Bending across I slipped her eager brown nipple into my mouth, feeling its roughness against the contrasting smooth, silky texture of her breast. I sucked gently on the pert nipple, feeling it harden as my tongue danced delicately on it. She moaned softly and her breathing deepened as my tongue flicked alternately across her rosebud tips. Rapture was visible upon her face as I licked and sucked.

  She lay stretched out, her body lithe and taut. With open palms I stroked and explored her slender body; caressing the sensitive skin, relaxing her, encouraging her and giving sensual pleasure. I kissed my way down to her navel, making circular movements across her breasts with my tender fingertips. I loved the feel of her body. I watched the light rising of her ribcage as she breathed, and listened to her murmurings and panting that expressed her craving for me. We were experiencing a mutual sexual attraction from deep within. As I kissed the skin just above her line of dark pubic hair, it quivered in anticipation. I fondled her outer thighs, slipping my fingers inside her hold-ups, and then squeezed her firm buttocks. Gingerly, I moved my right hand between her milky white thighs and trailed my fingers upwards. There was expectation in her eyes; she knew what I was about to do. Contentedly, she sighed as I eased her legs further apart and touched her pussy. As I started to massage lightly she gasped and let out a low, slow moan. I opened her pussy and slid a finger inside. Her eyes were wide with lust and longing as I started to finger-fuck her wet cunt. My own pussy was pulsating with desire as I felt Chloé’s cunt tighten around my finger. I pressed my thumb down onto her clitoris and stroked it quickly. As she moaned aloud I inserted another finger and vigorously fucked her as my thumb kept up a rotating pressure on her clit. Then I placed my other hand on her pussy and with two fingers pushed down on her pubic bone and rubbed swiftly. I shoved my fingers into her hot, tight cunt, pumping rapidly in and out. Perhaps I should have been gentle, but I did not want to be gentle, I wanted to be rough, I wanted to fuck her hard, I wanted to feel my fingers ploughing into her sweet pussy. I was feeling the same rush that I felt when I smacked her with the ruler. My fingers were wet from her juices and it made me feel so wanton and horny, watching Chloé writhing on the desk as I fingerfucked her, knowing my actions would cause the onset of an orgasm. It felt so good, playing with another woman, giving her what her pussy ached for. Chloé’s mouth was open, her breathing laboured, as I forced her further and further. Then, with a roar, she clawed my arms and thrashed with violent force, finally falling back, limp and satiated, panting heavily from the rush of her orgasm.

  I felt so pleased, knowing that I had made Chloé come. I drank in the beauty of her body as she calmed herself. I had fulfilled her. I had satisfied her.

  “And now I want to return the favour.” She grinned broadly.

  We exchanged places and by now I had forgotten that the phones were taking videos of us, capturing every lustful moment for posterity. I lay back on the desk, kicked off my pumps and lifted my hips so that Chloé could remove my damp panties. My pussy was wet from sex-fuelled anticipation. Now, completely naked, I was about to allow Chloé to do with me as she pleased. The thought made me tremble with excitement. My legs were dangling over the end of the desk and I parted them so that she could stand between them.

  “You are so sexy, Steph,” she purred.

  The desk was pleasantly cool beneath my back on this hot afternoon. In the distance I could hear the rumble of traffic. I looked into Chloé’s eyes and she smiled.

  “You fucked me hard, Stephanie, I’m going to do the same to you.”

  Butterflies in my stomach fluttered and I was desperate for her to begin. She leant forward and slowly and deliberately began to knead my breasts. I yielded to her touch. I watched as her fingers tweaked my nipples and felt the searing sensation within them, then gasped in pain as she pinched them aggressively with her red-painted nails. Laughing at my discomfort, she kissed my left nipple, sucked it into her mouth and then nibbled it gently. The feel of her warm breath on my body made me shiver with delight. She sucked my nipple, swirling her tongue around it, and then repeated the action with my right one. She sucked and nibbled and pinched and squeezed my breasts, making them delectably sore but, even though it felt heavenly, I was impatient. I wanted her to slide her hands between my legs. I wanted her to play with my pussy. I wanted to know what it was like to be touched intimately by a woman. More than anything, I wanted Chloé to make me come.

  She reached up and kissed me roughly. Her left hand entwined itself in my hair, and she clutched a fistful, yanking my head to the side so she could manoeuvre her mouth over mine. I responded willingly. And, as she held my hair and kissed me fervently, her right hand inched along my body. I kissed but my concentration was on her right hand, how it skimmed over my skin, encircled my hip bone, clasped my fleshy thigh and, eventually, filling me with bliss, fondled my pussy. Sexual yearning surged through me and eagerly I tilted my hungry cunt up towards her hand.

  “Ooh, naughty, somebody wants this,” Chloé murmured.

  “I do. I want it badly,” I panted down her ear as I wrapped my arms firmly around her back, holding her against me.

  “Well, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to fingerfuck you, Stephanie and make you beg for more.”

  Chloé ran her fingers along my pussy and I gasped loudly at the feel of her probing fingers as she opened me up. I was so wet that her forefinger slipped inside easily and I rocked back and forth greedily to take it deeply. Still pulling my hair, Chloé moved down and clamped her mouth viciously onto my right breast. As she pounded my pussy with her finger, Chloé forcefully bit and sucked my nipple, devouring me and causing the most delicious, smarting pain. And then it was two fingers that explored my pussy roughly and, finally, three. My mouth was dry, I was panting hard; the pain seared in my breast as Chloé bit and sucked relentlessly, and my cunt was stretched by her fierce fingerfucking. I began moaning and it spurred her further; her fingers flashing in and out of my wet cunt.

  Abruptly, she stopped.

  “No, no, I want more,” I whimpered.

  “Say it louder, Stephanie,” she ordered.

  “Fuck me some more.”

  Chloé straightened, standing at the end
of the desk, then grabbed my legs and pulled them up so that they rested on her shoulders, my bottom lifted from the desk, my hips high, and my open pussy in front of her mouth. Immediately, she plunged her tongue into my hole and I convulsed with sheer pleasure. I was looking up to see my cunt wrapped around Chloé’s mouth. She tongued me, she licked me, she bit me, she took as much of my fiery red cunt into her mouth as she could. Every movement she made sent it into a throbbing frenzy. I was about to scream from her touch. Her fingers digging into my thighs, she held me steady as she mercilessly fucked me with her tongue. Grinding my cunt against her mouth, Chloé ravished it with relish. I felt the rising sensation inside; I was about to orgasm. My muscles tightened . . . and, suddenly, I was bucking and jerking uncontrollably, leaning forward, my head and shoulders rising from the desk, crying out, as Chloé prolonged my climax with her tongue, exhausting me, gratifying me.

  It had been fast, it had been hard, it had been wonderful.

  “You’re a lovely birthday treat, Steph,” Chloé said as she collected the phones.

  I lay for a while on the desk. It was unbelievable what had happened during the last hour. I had just had sex with Chloé. Slowly, I sat up. Chloé came and sat next to me.

  “Come on,” she said, “we need to send a birthday message to Russell.”

  She held her phone in front of us and we whispered breathlessly into it, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear boss, happy birthday to you.”

  Chloé placed the signed photographs of our breasts on Russell’s desk then sent the videos and photographs to his work email address so that they would be waiting for his arrival in the morning.