by Emily Vixen
“Ah, I'm already ready for you,” Wendy insisted, squirming a little on the chair. “You really are good at this. Are you sure it's your first time?”
“I suppose I just have a talent for it. I guess we'll have to see how it goes next time and find out if its just beginners luck.” As she spoke, Tanya continued to trail the feather duster down across Wendy's body, over her bare stomach and down between her legs. The soft material tickled Wendy's clit and elicited a gasp of exhilaration from her, making her tense up and squirm again as she wriggled on the spot.
“F-fuck, it feels so good!” Wendy gasped, shifting her hips against the feather duster. It felt incredible and her body moved on its own, desperate to feel even more pressure against her sensitive clit.
“I'm getting so horny just watching you,” said Tanya as she continued to tease the other woman.
“Maybe we should take a break from this,” Wendy groaned, “as much fun as it is. I think I'd rather get down to business and actually fuck you.”
“Well, I am tempted to tease you a little more, but I couldn't possibly say no to an invitation like that.” Truth be told, Tanya was growing equally as impatient and couldn't hold back any longer. She quickly released Wendy from the handcuffs and removed her blindfold, eagerly moving in to kiss her and feel her naked body close against hers.
“Ooh, I'd almost forgotten you were wearing those,” Wendy laughed when she felt Tanya's boots rubbing up against her bare legs. “Funny how wearing nothing but your boots make you seem even more naked than actually being naked, isn't it?”
“It does feel surprisingly good,” Tanya confessed with a grin.
The two of them couldn't talk for long. Soon enough they were all over each other again, touching and groping and kissing. They were too impatient to make it to the bedroom before taking things further. The two of them ended up on the floor, Tanya on top of Wendy while they lay in opposite directions. Despite not having done it with a woman before, somehow it seemed to come naturally to Tanya as she eagerly buried her face between Wendy's thighs. She proceeded to eagerly lick and suck at Wendy's pussy, moaning and grunting with pleasure as she received the same treatment in return.
The only sound in the room for a while was the sound of their moans as they eagerly slurped and licked at one another's cunts.
“It's so good!” Tanya moaned, burying her face deeply into Wendy's crotch to muffle her own cries of pleasure.
“Y-yeah!” Wendy agreed, licking eagerly at Tanya's clit to stimulate her further. “I-I can't believe how good you are at this!”
“W-well, how about...ah...this?” Tanya moved her mouth away and started using her hand instead. She easily slid two fingers straight up into Wendy's pussy, fingering her rapidly, feeling her squelch with every thrust as the other woman grew even wetter with every passing moment.
“Fuck!” Wendy let out a sudden yell of pleasure as her pussy clamped tightly down around Tanya's fingers and the relief of orgasm washed over her. She was panting for breath but wasn't ready to give up yet. She couldn't let herself be outdone by an amateur.
“Ah, what are you doing?” Tanya asked with a laugh as she was suddenly flipped over onto her back.
“I can't let myself be outdone if this is only your first time,” Wendy explained with a grin. “If I get to orgasm then I think it's only fair that you get to enjoy yourself properly as well.” Without any further explanation, Wendy got into position. She made herself comfortable on the floor with Tanya, intertwining their legs and pulling herself closer until their pussies were pressed firmly together.
“If that's the way it has to be I'm certainly not complaining,” Tanya said with a grin.
“Good, then let's have you enjoy this just as much as I am.” Wendy didn't waste any time. They were both horny enough that there was no need for any further build-up. She started moving quickly, her cum serving as the perfect lubricant as she started rubbing her cunt up against the other woman's. The two of them were groaning with pleasure as they fucked, their pace quickly increasing as their arousal grew out of control. Wendy was clinging to Tanya's legs to pull herself as close as possible as she rapidly rubbed against her.
“Ah!” It happened so suddenly that Tanya was surprised to find her cunt contracting and suddenly growing a great deal wetter. The orgasm her struck her so abruptly that it left her momentarily stunned. It was difficult to stay surprised however when her mind was swimming with pleasure. She collapsed back against the floor and was panting for breath, her tits heaving as she lay exposed in front of Wendy.
“Much better,” Wendy said with a smirk as she looked down at Tanya. “Don't want you thinking I don't repay my debts, after all. If I get to orgasm then it's only fair you do too.”
“Uh-huh.” Tanya could only muster a faint noise of agreement and a vague nod. After her amazing climax she suddenly felt exhausted.
“Well, how was your first time with a woman?”
“Incredible.” Tanya somehow managed to find the energy to sit upright again rather than just laying there on the floor.
“Good. Hopefully next time will be even better.”
“Next time?” Tanya asked with a grin.
“Unless you don't want there to be, that is.” Wendy was fully prepared to accept that this was a one-time thing, much as she liked the thought of them fucking again. Fortunately it turned out that she wasn't the only one that wanted a repeated performance.
“I always want there to be a next time,” Tanya assured her, leaning in and kissing her gently. She had always thought it would be wonderful to sleep with a woman but she had never expected it to be this incredible. She couldn't wait until their next time together. If their first time fucking was this good then the next time was sure to be outright mind-blowing.
A Lovely Lesbian Breakdown
Mila awoke to the sound of half-hearted pity laughter laced with disdain and impatience. She jolted awake but quickly remembered where she was and reined in her behaviour, avoiding making a big deal over waking up and instead simply joining in with the quiet little attempt at laughter. She didn't even realise what the joke had been but considering how disinterested the laughter was she clearly hadn't missed anything important. No doubt it was the boss trying and failing to lighten everybody's mood. Of course, if he really wanted to improve everyone's mood then he could consider just letting them go home.
Doing her best not to draw attention to herself, Mila subtly moved her arms under the desk and twisted her wrist in order to check her watch. ten o' clock. Really? She had been intending to be out of the office by half past seven, perhaps eight at worst, but somehow she had tumbled into a solid two hours of overtime. This was just ridiculous. Didn't they have enough business meeting as it was? Perhaps if they spent a little more time actually working instead of talking about work then the company would be in a better position. Instead she was sat here listening to the boss drone on and on about the company's profits this quarter and how they might be able to improve the situation. She had actually considered speaking up and telling him that the overabundance of meetings was part of the problem but it didn't seem worth the hassle. She doubted he would listen to her anyway, and even if he did it would just mean that the meeting took even longer while he discussed her suggestion in depth with the room.
Mila took a quick look around the room, wondering if she was the only one that had ended up dozing off during the meeting. Everybody else seemed to have their eyes open at least but that didn't really answer the question. She figured at least one or two of them had perfected the art of sleeping with their eyes open by now. It was an incredibly talent. She would have to get someone to teach her at some point. It wasn't as if she was missing anything important anyway.
“...and as I always say, a single quarter can make or break a quarter!” the boss said, pausing and looking around the room. Mila forced herself to smile and gave her best work-laugh, which sounded just like a regular laugh but was undeniably fake and forced. Others in the room
joined in, with the exception of one of the newer employees sitting further down the table. Instead he simply gave a groan that no doubt came out louder than intended.
“Is something wrong, Simon?” the boss asked, leaning on the desk and looking over at the complaining employee.
“O-oh! Uh, no, nothing sir!” he answered quickly. “I just...have a bit of a headache, that's all.”
“Ah, well I suppose I have kept you a while,” the boss said, glancing at his watch. “It is nearly seven, after all.” After he announced the time the entire room looked confused and started checking their own watches or looking outside at how dark it was.
“Uh, sir, I'm not sure that...” Mila began, but she didn't need to finish. He realised on his own.
“Oh, no, never mind. It seems my watch has stopped,” the boss said. “Oh dear. I'll have to get that fixed. Well, either way, let's just go over a last few things, shall we?” He pressed a button in his laptop to proceed to the next slide of his presentation and began reading off it. He read incredibly slowly and took the time to write down literally everything he wanted to say on every single slide. Mila really didn't know how he had got so far in the work place when he couldn't even handle the simple task of putting together speaker's notes separate from his slideshow. The boss also chose to put the slide number in the bottom corner, alongside the overall total number of slides. Mila figured he was just generally incompetent when it came to computers (and business in general actually) but part of her couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose. Maybe he was just a bit sadistic and enjoyed watching them all suffer through his presentations without saying anything.
Despite feeling like it would go on forever, Mila was finally relieved of his endless presentation. Fearing he somehow hadn't gone into enough detail however he also presented a full print-out of the presentation for each employee. She expected him to put a single slide on each page so wasn't too surprised when the huge wad of paper was placed on her desk. Upon flicking through it however she discovered that he had actually done something even more wasteful.
“Now, unfortunately the presentation has a lot of text and that was difficult to read when I put it on one sheet for each page of the presentation,” explained the boss, “so I've had to spread most of them across two pages. If you fold the border though and put them side-by-side they should be easy enough to read.” It was lucky that he had left the slide number in the bottom corner of each one as well because he hadn't even properly organised the print-outs. Mila was really struggling to believe he wasn't doing this on purpose now. This had to be intentional. Having an incompetent or a mean boss was bad enough but having a boss cruel enough to hide his sadistic nature behind a veil of idiocy that nobody could challenge was a whole new level of agony. She really needed a new job.
“Alright then, that about does it! Thank you for your hard work everyone!” the boss said, earning a collective sigh of relief from the room. “However, let's try and get a bit more work done tomorrow shall we? We're falling behind on our deadlines here!” he warned. Mila didn't know how she kept her mouth shut and she imagined that many others in the room felt the same way.
Everyone left the room calmly and polite as they said their farewells but as soon as they were out of sight of the boss they were rushing to get out of the building. Everyone was desperate to get home. Mila was no different. She shot down the corridor, stopping short of the elevator when she realised the door was only just closing and instead made her way to the stairs. It would have been easier to wait for the elevator but she didn't want to risk having the boss collar her for even more rambling. She just wanted to go home, stuff her face and sit in front of the television. She'd certainly earned it after a long day like today.
Out on the parking lot she and the other employees didn't even make eye-contact. Everyone was too desperate to leave. Nobody wanted to waste time chatting and making pleasantries at this point. Mila made a beeline for her car and hopped inside, starting it up and buckling up as quickly as possible. Everyone leaving at once inevitably meant traffic on the parking lot and waiting to get out but if she was quick enough she could get away before the rest of them.
Mila pulled out quickly and got out while she could. In her rear-view mirror she expected to see everyone else rushing after her to get away from work. Instead she saw something terrible. The boss was coming out and waving his arms, clearly not satisfied with the meeting and wanting to go over something else as well. Shit. That was the last thing she wanted. She presented not to see him and carried on, figuring she could just ignore her cellphone while she was driving if he called that as well.
Actually, maybe she wouldn't be able to help ignoring her cellphone. Now that she thought about it she realised that she didn't actually have it with her. She had left it on her desk at work before the meeting to ensure she didn't give in to temptation and start playing with it during the meeting. It was still sitting there now. Oh well. It didn't matter. It was probably a blessing in disguise anyway as it meant that the boss couldn't contact her. He would just have to talk to her tomorrow. Satisfied with how things had worked out, Mila turned up the radio and enjoyed the drive now that she was finally on her way home and didn't have to listen to the boss talk any longer.
At least leaving work so late meant that she had a fairly peaceful drive home. Her journey along the freeway would have normally taken a good half an hour or so but by now the traffic had dried up significantly so she was able to speed along with little to no interruption. It was tempting to really speed along considering the lack of traffic but she resisted the urge. It would be just her luck to bump into a cop if she tried anything risky and started breaking the speed limit. All she wanted to do was get home and relax and that beautiful goal would be moved even further away if she were stopped by a police officer.
Apparently the universe simply couldn't handle Mila seeing the good in something. She was half-way home when she heard something unusual. It took her a moment to work it out but it became clear soon enough that it was her engine. It was starting to cough and splutter a little. Wonderful. She briefly considered pushing on anyway but thought better of it. She had no idea what was wrong and it would be silly to carry on driving with the car in that state. She pulled over at the first opportunity she had, which turned out to be an old service station that was now closed down and boarded up. She groaned with frustration and hopped out of her car, walking around to the front and popping open the bonnet to have a look inside. She didn't know much about cars but figured that if anything obvious was wrong then she would be able to spot it and fix it.
Once the bonnet was open she couldn't see anything for a moment. Her eyes were filled with smoke. She coughed and spluttered, stepping back and wafting the smoke away so she could actually look inside the engine. Whatever was wrong with the car was clearly much worse than she imagined if that much smoke was coming out of it. She peered into the engine and carefully scanned every part of it for a few moments before coming to a conclusion. Unfortunately that conclusion was that she didn't have a clue what the problem was.
“Guess I'll have to call someone,” she said with a sigh. She grabbed her purse and opened it up, taking out the business card she always kept on her in case of such emergencies. She had always worried that she would end up needing repairs or a pick-up and not know a number so carried one with her just in case. It was almost a relief that her paranoia had finally paid off. Now all she needed to do was dial the number into her phone and organise someone coming out to fix up her car. She reached into her pocket and felt inside, finding nothing there.
“...shit,” she said, cursing under her breath. Of course. She had almost forgotten about leaving her phone at work. Of course she had. Of all the days to forget it she had to go and choose today, didn't she? She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, taking a good look around for anything that might be useful. The service station might have closed down but that didn't mean everything was gone. Fortunately it seemed as if luck w
as finally on her side when she spotted a payphone. She grabbed a coin from her purse and popped it inside, picking up the receiver and bring it to her ear. She was just about to put in the phone number when she realised the line was dead. She cursed under her breath again and hung up, pressing the button to get her coin back. Naturally that didn't work either.
“Well now what the fuck do I do?” she grumbled, turning around and looking at her car. “Stupid piece of crap,” she huffed, feeling a little better about her situation by blaming the car. She considered just trying to drive it back home in the state it was in but decided against risking it. With how everything else that day had gone she figured it would probably blow up on her or something else equally ridiculous would happen. She certainly couldn't walk home either though. Her only remaining option was to start walking and hope that she found someone that could help her. Maybe having such little traffic on the freeway wasn't the blessing she had originally thought it was. With a deep sigh, she locked her car and began the long and arduous walk down the side of the freeway. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before she found someone. She really wasn't dressed for this sort of exercise. Her footwear in particular wasn't ideal for a long walk.
After ten minutes of walking, she took off her shoes and decided to carry them. Heels weren't made for long walks. It was actually less painful to go barefoot. After twenty minutes she was in pain anyway and considering turning back, though even if she did it wouldn't have helped. There would still be twenty minutes of walking ahead of her and no sort of reprieve at the end of it. She did see a few cars during her walk but try as she might she was unable to flag them down. Nobody seemed interested in stopping to help her, and in a way she didn't really blame them. A woman walking alongside the freeway at night without any shoes on seemed a little suspicious. She probably wouldn't have picked her up either.
Half an hour of walking finally brought Mila to her saviour. Well, she certainly hoped so anyway. She eventually found someone else who happened to be having the same problem she was. Another car was pulled up at the side of the road and someone was inside, talking on the phone. Filled with renewed vigour she started moving faster, rushing over towards them to ensure they didn't drive off before she could ask for help. She stumbled a little but managed to retain her footing, coming to a stop at the driver's window and knocking on it gently. The window lowered slightly and another woman leaned over towards her, putting the phone down in her lap for the moment.