“No, you’re not.”
Laurel glanced at the digital clock on the microwave. “Isn’t it time for you to go to work?” She couldn’t decide how much to tell Dana and how much to surprise her. She knew what she wanted to do, but she wasn’t entirely certain how Dana would feel about it. “Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Implicitly.” The response was quick, immediate. Unthinking.
Laurel smiled at the excitement in Dana’s eyes. “Are you up for a quick wardrobe addition before you leave for work?”
“Oh, my. This is going to be naughty, isn’t it?”
Laurel slowly traced a finger down Dana’s chest, until she reached the waistband of her pants. “Very.”
BACK WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
By the time Laurel reached the twenty-ninth floor, she could feel slick wetness painting her upper thighs. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her bra, and her breasts felt heavy and swollen. She was sure her face was flushed and her pupils dilated, and it excited her to think that anyone who saw her now would surely notice the state she was in.
She cast a fond parting glance around the elevator as she stepped out. This just happened to be the car where she and Dana had shared their first kiss. Where they’d first made love. It held a lot of very special memories for her, and she let her dreamy musings stoke the arousal she was already feeling.
With a bright smile on her face, she walked down the hallway to Dana’s office. A goateed young man ambled toward her, stopping at the last minute when he realized he was about to walk into her. He gave her a slack-jawed nod and they did one of those side-to-side dances trying to get past one another. Laurel suppressed her giggle at his expression.
Dana’s programmers were never very subtle about their excitement at seeing a woman enter their domain. Laurel’s rare visits to the office usually created quite a stir. Her biggest challenge today would be making it through the gauntlet, the name she had given to the two long rows of desks she had to walk between to get to Dana’s corner office.
The gauntlet, populated by staring computer geeks whose eyes would be pinned to her ass, her breasts, her face. Don’t pretend that doesn’t make you just a little hot, Laurel. Trying to act natural, knowing what you’re about to do.
Hot, wet, and bare beneath her knee-length skirt, legs weak with sexual need, she worked up her courage and strode down the gauntlet.
The heads swung around almost in unison.
“Having lunch with Ms. Watts today?” A dateless code monkey asked the obvious.
Laurel gave a friendly nod. No, I’m just having Ms. Watts.
His eyes never moved from her shirt front, which was unbuttoned far enough to show a hint of cleavage. She’d stopped at home to change out of her scrubs into something a little more alluring before leaving for her lunch date. Her panties were back at the apartment.
After all, she wouldn’t be needing them.
“Is Dana in her office?” she asked.
This complex question was met with several seconds of stupefied silence before Dana’s only female programmer answered, “She sure is. Have a good lunch.”
Oh, I will. Laurel’s pussy clenched in anticipation. She felt all eyes on her ass as she strolled through the rows of cubicles toward Dana’s closed door.
Laurel knocked and stepped inside, breaking into a sunny grin when she saw Dana sitting behind her large oak desk.
“Hey, baby,” Dana said in a low voice. Her gaze traveled slowly over Laurel’s body. “Why don’t you close that door behind you for a minute?”
Laurel stepped inside and leaned back on the door, shutting it with a gentle click. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured. The absolute truth, never mind that it had only been a little over six hours.
Her body burned from the way Dana looked at her. She could see Dana’s hands curled into fists on the surface of her desk.
“I missed you, too,” Dana said.
“Have you been thinking about me?”
“You know I can’t do anything but—”
Laurel stepped farther into the office. “Oh, really?”
Dana’s voice grew husky. “When I’m hard for you all day, it’s pretty difficult to get you out of my head.”
Laurel swallowed and stepped around the side of Dana’s desk so she could see her lap. Sitting had the effect of stretching her dark pants tight over her hips, revealing the bulge between her legs. “How is that hard pack working out for you?”
“Good.” Dana licked her lips. “Excellent.”
Leaning her bottom against the edge of the desk, Laurel bent and spoke into Dana’s ear. “Are you wet under that stiff cock?”
A hot, shaky exhalation blew over her neck, raising gooseflesh.
Laurel closed her eyes for a beat, struggling with her desire. She wasn’t done playing out this seduction scene, which was just as important to her fantasy as actually getting fucked.
“Are you?” she asked again when Dana didn’t answer.
“Yes.” Her lover’s voice was quiet, and rough with hunger.
Laurel straightened and scooted up to sit on Dana’s desk, to her left. She lifted the hem of her skirt slightly as she spread her legs. “So am I. Look.”
Dana released a soft groan as she leaned back in her leather chair and craned her neck to peer up Laurel’s skirt. Laurel felt a renewed flood of wetness when Dana’s gaze found her swollen sex and lingered there. Reaching out, Dana stroked her fingertip along the soft skin on the inside of Laurel’s knee.
As she moved up, dangerously close to the juncture of Laurel’s thighs, a loud thump sounded outside the office door and Laurel brought her knees together automatically.
“Printer paper delivery,” Dana explained. “There’s a supplies closet next door.”
Laughing softly at her own stretched nerves, Laurel slid off the desk and walked to the office door. “That’s why that guy who invented locks, uh, invented locks.”
“How brilliant of him,” Dana replied with a lazy smile. She paused as something seemed to register. “Wait. Here?”
Laurel grinned as she secured the lock and returned to Dana. I guess I never really made it clear that I intended to fuck her right at her desk. She dropped to her knees on the carpet, pulling Dana’s chair around. Unbuttoning Dana’s pants, lowering the zipper, Laurel gave her a mischievous smile. “Tell me you’ve never imagined doing this.”
“In my office?”
“Tell me you haven’t.” Laurel reached into Dana’s pants and pulled out the strap-on dildo, easing it into an erect position while licking her lips. “But I’m not going to believe you.”
“I have.” Dana groaned deep in her throat as Laurel leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the dildo, then pulled back to swirl her tongue around the tip. “Many times.”
Laurel engulfed the dildo with her mouth. Just as she’d hoped, this time around, she was very much fulfilling a mutual fantasy. Bobbing her head up and down, she milked the length of the dildo with her lips, thoroughly enjoying the tease she was giving Dana. Such a mental thing, but by the way Dana’s hips pumped gently beneath her and her fingers threaded through Laurel’s hair, she was definitely getting off on it.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Dana growled in a bare whisper. “Suck me.”
Laurel continued her dutiful ministrations, curling her arms around Dana’s thighs. The firm hand remained locked in her hair, not forcing her movement but keeping her close and focused on her task.
Above her, the phone rang.
“Fuck.” Dana sagged back in her leather chair with a deflated sigh.
“Goddamn it.”
Laurel released the dildo from her mouth with a quiet pop.
“Answer it,” she murmured, then licked a lazy circle around the head of the toy. “Don’t mind me.”
The phone continued to ring.
“I can’t answer it like this,” Dana hissed, then gasped as Laurel reached up to grip the base of the dildo in her fist and ran her
tongue down its length. “There’s no way I’m going to sound normal while you’re—”
“You’ll be just fine.” Laurel pumped the toy with her hand and lifted her eyes to give Dana a playful smile. “You’re a professional.”
She took the dildo into her mouth again, never breaking eye contact with her panting lover.
Dana whipped the phone to her ear and greeted the caller with cool authority. Nothing about her demeanor suggested that she was receiving a spirited blow job from a woman on her knees. Laurel enjoyed watching her as she talked shop with someone who was obviously a client. Her face said it all. The challenge of keeping her composure made her eyes flash with pure heat, and she gave Laurel a stern, steamy look. It took all of Laurel’s concentration not to moan out loud when the musky smell of Dana’s sex registered so close to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, sucking and licking as if Dana could feel every stroke of her tongue and the suction of her lips. Her fingers flexed on the backs of Dana’s thighs, telegraphing her need. She knew Dana understood when her hand began moving over Laurel’s hair, encouraging her as she worked her mouth up and down. They locked eyes as Laurel took as much in her mouth as she could manage.
Dana’s thighs tensed beneath her upper arms. “Thanks, Wayne. I’ll see you on Monday, ten o’clock.” She waited a moment, then released a light chuckle. “You bet. Bye.”
The phone clattered back into its cradle and Dana tightened her grip on Laurel’s hair until she lifted her head and released the dildo from her mouth.
“Everything okay?” she asked with a wicked grin. “Did the call go well?”
“You little minx. Get up here and sit on my lap.”
Laurel crawled up and straddled Dana’s thighs, pulling her skirt higher so the dildo pressed firmly against her slippery labia, and leaned close to Dana’s ear. “Are you going to fuck me in your office, Ms. Watts?”
Dana’s hands found their way under her skirt and gripped her bare bottom. She drew Laurel against the hardness between her legs, moving her hips back and forth in slow counter-rhythm. “I think I might,” she murmured.
“Are you sure?” Laurel pressed Dana’s face into her cleavage so that she wouldn’t see her smile. “You seemed a little uncertain earlier.”
A desperate hand reached between their bodies, and Laurel felt the head of the dildo guided to her wet entrance.
“We’ll make this quick,” Dana whispered. “And then we’ll go out.”
Laurel grinned. It had been all too easy to break down Dana’s inhibitions. Oh yeah, she’d definitely fantasized about this before.
Tracing her tongue along Dana’s earlobe, she breathed, “Fuck me, Ms. Watts. Please.”
The head of the dildo slipped inside. Laurel took it in slowly, holding Dana’s gaze as she was filled.
“Like that?”
Laurel nodded and gasped, “Yes.” She gripped the back of the chair over Dana’s shoulders, rolling her hips around. “That’s perfect.”
Dana rubbed lazy circles over Laurel’s swollen clit. “Move for me, honey.” Her eyes flicked over Laurel’s shoulder toward the door.
“And be quiet.”
Laurel gave a solemn nod, and began riding the dildo that rested so deep inside her pussy. The wonderful fullness, the way she was stretched open, set her hips bucking in pleasure. The touch of Dana’s hand, the careful attention of her fingers on Laurel’s slick flesh, made her want to scream. She leaned forward and thrust her tongue into Dana’s mouth to stifle the impulse.
Dana’s fingers picked up speed, gliding swiftly over the hood of her clit. Their mouths stayed crushed together, and Laurel rocked her hips hard against Dana’s body as she sought release. She was so close already, and everything was working to push her closer: the need for silence, the feeling of the edge of the desk pressing into her back as she moved, the knowledge that the only thing separating them from a room full of people hard at work was the locked office door.
Dana tore her mouth away from their kiss with a low groan. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Laurel nodded, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would let loose and cry out her joy. She ground down on the dildo, quiet gasps escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her hips jerked as the pleasure built. She felt a hand grasp at one buttock convulsively, pulling her onto the dildo again and again, forcing her to take all Dana could give her.
Laurel tipped back her head, opened her mouth, and came with a silent scream at the ceiling. Her orgasm surged through her, bone-deep and intense.
“That was fast,” Dana murmured. Pride rang in her muted voice.
Laurel reached over Dana’s shoulder and gave her three firm taps with her hand. “Why don’t you let me pat you on the back, so you don’t have to do it yourself?”
Chuckling, Dana whispered, “I was sort of hoping that you’d offer to toot my horn instead. You know, so I don’t have to do it myself.”
Laurel grinned. “That could be arranged.”
“Want to get out of here?”
“Desperately.”
With her hands on Dana’s shoulders, Laurel stood slowly on unsteady legs, easing off the dildo. Glancing down, she gasped, “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
Dana’s eyes fell to her lap and she smiled even as her face flushed red. “Oh my God.” A dark spot of wetness stained the front of her pants.
“I didn’t take this into account.”
Laurel’s upper lip twitched, and a snuffle of laughter escaped.
“Me, neither. Oh, honey, I really am so sorry.”
Dana shook her head, face growing impossibly redder. “I think, technically, that it’s my fault.” She stood up and tucked the dildo back into her pants, adjusting for a few moments before she zipped up. Then she pulled her jacket on and tugged it closed. Casting a hopeful look at her upper thighs, she scowled at the wet stain that was still slightly visible. “Great.”
“You can barely see it,” Laurel said. Flattening the material of her skirt over her thighs with both hands, she tried to fix her own appearance. “Nobody will notice.”
“Damn right, nobody will notice.” Dana stepped away from her desk, picking up her car keys from the corner. “You’re walking in front of me.”
“It’s the least I can do,” Laurel said. “Just act nonchalant.”
“Nonchalant, right.” Dana lifted her fingers to her face and inhaled.
“No problem.”
———
When they finally made it to the elevator, Laurel felt like she’d just run a marathon, and Dana was grinning like an idiot.
Dana punched the Down button and leaned close to Laurel’s ear.
“I don’t know why, but that made me so fucking hot just now.”
Laurel’s legs went all shaky again, and she turned her head to lick Dana’s earlobe. “Me, too. I want to wear that strap-on and fuck you until you come.”
Ding.
Laurel stepped inside the elevator as soon as the door opened, then turned and cocked her head at Dana. “Going down?” she asked.
She watched Dana swallow, then nod. “If I’m lucky.”
After Dana moved inside the car and the doors slid shut, Laurel half turned to give her a playful look. “You know, I could just press the emergency stop button—”
“Don’t even think about it.” Dana laced her hands in front of the dark spot on her pants. “I’m not willing to pay Rocky for another surveillance tape.”
“I’m just nostalgic,” Laurel said, kicking at the floor with the toe of her shoe. “You know, you actually fulfilled one of my fantasies the first night we met. Getting fucked in an elevator.”
“And you fulfilled one of mine,” Dana said. She took Laurel’s hand in her own. “Meeting a beautiful woman and falling in love.”
Laurel blinked, for a moment unable to form a coherent response.
At some point when she hadn’t been looking, Dana had become a very expressive lover. Eyes filling with happy tears, she whispered, “Mine, to
o.”
Rocky’s head popped up as they left the elevator and crossed the lobby. He gave them a wink, as if they shared a secret.
Dana nodded at him as they walked past the front desk. “Until next time, man.”
Every time Laurel saw him she wondered if he’d watched their tape before he handed it over. She didn’t want to think about that too hard. She waited until they were outside on the sidewalk to speak again. “Brilliant performance, baby. That whole thing was absolutely perfect.”
Swinging their hands, Dana wore a beaming smile. “I thought so, too.” She stepped closer and bumped against Laurel’s hip. “So what next, my darling?”
“The Hilton. Six minutes if you drive. Four if I do.”
Dana handed her car keys over. “Let’s hit it.”
It took them exactly three minutes and fifty-six seconds to reach the Hilton where Laurel had booked a room that morning. She’d already checked in, so she escorted Dana past the lobby elevator to a stairwell.
“I have a friend who used to work here,” she explained in response to a puzzled glance from Dana. “I know another way up.”
They climbed a half flight of stairs and emerged into a short, deserted hallway. Laurel led the way to a wide, industrial gray elevator door situated at the far end, and pushed the square button on the wall.
The doors slid open, revealing a large, empty car with a metal rail attached to the back wall.
“Freight elevator,” she explained.
Dana’s nostrils flared. “And why do you want to take the freight elevator?”
Laurel grabbed Dana by the front of her shirt and pulled her inside.
“No cameras.”
“You’re sure?” Dana asked, glancing suspiciously around at the interior.
“I’ve got it on good authority.” Laurel sent another silent thankyou to Rita, who used to dance at the club and now worked in the Hilton kitchen. “I made a phone call this morning. Trust me.”
“Always.”
Laurel hit the emergency stop button as soon as they began their ascent. Backing Dana to the wall, she pressed her against the cool metal and kissed her for all she was worth. Dana’s hand found its way to her head, fingers entangling in her hair, and she held Laurel close as she kissed her back.
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