by Limey Lady
And doing it with a cow or two put Brutus in a marginally better mood for ten minutes!
Well, maybe not as long as that, but for five minutes, at least.
Not that she was comparing Joanna with intact male cattle. Okay, the adorable older woman was going at it with an unbridled passion, but there was nothing masculine about her. Boobs bouncing, her hair flying this way and that . . .
The sight of her was simply too much.
Cumming suddenly and savagely (remembering her own rules and staring into Joanna’s eyes all through it), Heather realized the ratios had changed. She was now the one climaxing time after time while Joanna did the super-stud impression, tribbing on and on, not deigning to orgasm even once.
Not to worry; Ms Jones had a way to go to catch up and, if Heather had to climax time after time herself, it wasn’t an issue. Okay, so it was hard work but somebody had to do it!
Their ongoing chorus was interspersed by occasional gasped words of encouragement and quite a lot of kisses. Joanna’s hair half-obscured her face whenever she leant in to munch mouths but her motions never slowed. Appreciating every second, Heather’s legs shifted, momentarily releasing her lover’s back before relocking around her bare thighs.
This was so, so good!
And maybe there was something on Joanna’s horizon after all.
Heather wasn’t at all clairvoyant. She had decent enough gaydar and could always tell if a bloke fancied her (like most of them usually did!). As far as she was concerned those abilities were enough. Compared to most acquaintances, in her humble opinion, Joanna had been difficult to read. But since last night she had become an open book.
Yes, since last night, when the atmosphere in her bedroom had started to crackle and fizz.
Right now it was crackling and fizzing like crazy.
The knowledge was instant and indisputable: Josie-baby was building up to something massive.
Earlier that year Heather had spent a month on a stretch of pristine West Australian beach; doing very little apart from watching large waves crash in, the way they always have and always will. Doing that had confirmed a belief she’d had for years: like cums: every seventh was biggest and best.
Now, completely unaware of Joanna’s sine wave theory (which she would have dismissed out of hand), she spent a couple of pre-orgasmic moments wondering exactly what it was that was coming Joanna’s way.
Bigger than a mere seventh wave, for sure, was it seven squared?
Or was it seven cubed?
Concealing a grin behind gritted teeth, she even wondered if it was seven to the power of seven.
Her secret grin grew even wider. Could Joanna have had over five million cums in all her life?
Hmmm . . . that was one to ponder on at a future date.
Heather’s grin faded as she realized that crackling and fizzing was infectious; suddenly Joanna’s imminent orgasm was the most important thing in the universe. And not just to the lady herself. Out of nowhere Heather desperately wanted her friend to have the best finish ever.
Yes, her own needs were nothing; Joanna’s took precedence over all.
Seamlessly and without any prior warning whatsoever, Heather was up there with her, high above lofty mountain tops, just as ready as she was.
‘Good grief, Josie,’ she gasped. ‘Good grief!’
Somehow, miraculously, that precious treasure was no longer Joanna’s alone; somehow it had become a single, shared thing. And it was a single, shared thing that exploded like a tactical nuke. Heather could feel it swelling and burning in both of them, like an about-to-be-born star.
Dimly aware their bodies were still clashing franticly, muscles (intimate and otherwise) contracting of their own volition, she was conscious of a soaring sensation and a breath-taking one-ness. Within a second of that their mass went critical.
*****
Aeons passed. Still half-blinded by the nuclear flash, the lovers at last came down, bound together like two free-fallers intent on using just one parachute.
Then the chute opened and they were floating, floating . . .
And in those moments before they stopped rubbing, wriggling and writhing super-sensitivity took over. All of their bodily contact was noticeable and significant. Joanna had flopped down from upright. Heather could feel her tiny landing strip on her own hair-free abdomen. She could feel their blended cum soaking into her nylons; and she could feel rock-hard nipples moving in decreasing circles on her own areolae.
Better still, she could feel the way both pairs of nipples actively sought each other out, somehow locking into a lovers’ embrace of their own.
What a climax that was!
Eventually their breathing smoothed and united until their lungs were working in tandem, drawing in the same sex-laden air. Their hearts were beating as one. All was well with the world.
Normally cumming energized Heather. For once she was drained and happy to lay there, Joanna on top, their skin glued together by sweat and lady juice. Joanna’s head was beside Heather’s, face down in a pillow. Her usually immaculate hair was damp and wild.
Not that Heather’s black mane was any drier or tamer.
‘That was cosmic,’ she murmured, ‘but it’s after seven.’
‘Your dragon of a boss isn’t expecting you in until nine,’ Joanna replied. ‘Unless you get randomly stopped by the police you’ll make it easily.’
The thought of being randomly stopped in no more than a trench coat and soggy stockings made Heather giggle.
‘Never mind the tissue of lies you’d tell the policemen,’ Joanna went on, ‘what are you going to tell Victoria?’
That came out of left field. When Heather didn’t answer Joanna raised her head from the pillow and looked her in the eye.’
‘Come on Heather; what are you going to tell your lover about last night?’
Seemingly snookered, Heather shrugged. ‘I didn’t realize we’d been outed.’
Joanna laughed at that. ‘You honestly didn’t think I believe that guff about hardly ever speaking to her, did you? Not when you’ve been spotted together in The Ferrands more than once. And not when Victoria’s parking slot hasn’t been used for a week.’ She laughed again. ‘And it’s strange how the two of you have been arriving at WYB hand-in-hand just lately, isn’t it?’
‘We’re never hand-in-hand,’ Heather protested.
‘You might as well be.’
Joanna’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. Still on top of Heather, nipple-to-nipple, boob-to-boob and almost nose-to-nose, it wasn’t possible to fib to her.
‘Looks like I made the grapevine after all,’ said Heather with another shrug.
‘So what are you going to tell her?’
‘I don’t have to tell her anything. We have a jealousy-free relationship.’
‘What does that mean, precisely?’
‘It means we can both have flings whenever we want. Not that I see you as a fling,’ Heather added hastily.
‘What will you say if she asks you outright?’
‘I’ll say I had the most amazing sex with a gorgeous woman. And that I had the best early morning shagging ever, ever, ever. I’ll keep your name out of it, though. Assuming that’s what you want.’
‘I don’t want to be at daggers drawn with Victoria,’ Joanna admitted.
‘It was all about sex,’ Heather blurted. ‘Me and Vic, I mean. I never expected a promotion out of it. In fact I’ll turn it down to prove I’m not fibbing.’
‘She’ll blame me if you do,’ said Joanna. ‘And career-wise, you’d be cutting off your nose to spite your face.’
‘Hmmm,’ went Heather.
‘Take my advice and accept the job. Nobody’s going to blame you and nobody’s going to think the job-obsessed Ice Queen was swayed by you opening your legs. Or is it the other way round?’
‘I never go into details, to protect the not-so innocent.’ Heather grinned nervously. ‘Obviously, I’ll never tell what you and I got up to, either.’
‘It’ll be our little secret eh?’ said Joanna.
They kissed, long and sweet, then Joanna rolled off her and Heather got out of bed. That wasn’t hard; the covers had been kicked off hours earlier.
‘Just so you know,’ Joanna said, ‘you’ve got lovely tits.’
‘So have you,’ Heather countered. ‘And you’re clearly not a virgin. With girls, I mean. You’ve done it before.’
A cloud passed over Joanna’s brow. ‘There was someone,’ she said, ‘long ago and far away.’
Heather could see there wasn’t a happy ending to that tale. Intrigued as she was, she didn’t ask. It would save . . . along with that lifetime cum count.
‘Thanks for having me,’ she said instead.
‘Is this the big goodbye?’ Joanna’s brow was even cloudier.
‘No. I meant it when I said I don’t see you as a fling. And I meant it when I said that was the best early morning shag ever. I’ll be back for more . . . if you want me to come back.’
Now the smile did reach Joanna’s eyes. ‘When is the next free date in your diary?’
‘I could do Saturday night, Sunday morning.’
Joanna chuckled. ‘I think I read that at school.’
‘So did I; it’s definitely not Jane Austen, is it? Emma’s would have been Saturday afternoon all the way through to Sunday evening.’
‘Jane Austen being so debauched compared to Alan Sillitoe, you mean?’ The beautiful blonde was still chuckling. ‘But surely Emma wouldn’t have given up so soon as Sunday evening.’
‘Go on then, twist my arm. Let’s make it Saturday afternoon, Monday morning.’
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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading this story. As was the case with “Bedding The Boss”, “Re-Bedding The Boss” is partially extracted from my full-length novel, “Unconsecrated Ground”, already available via Amazon, Smashwords and their associates.
If you have read any of my previous offerings you might well believe that I specialize in sex, mostly of the lesbian variety, sometimes straight. I cannot deny that is true but “Unconsecrated Ground” was written as action/adventure with (I hope) a slight sense of humour. But the lesbian/straight sex element is in there as well . . . along with a serial killer, old mill towns and countryside made famous by the Bronte sisters.
Best wishes and happy reading
LL
Other books by LimeyLady
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 01
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 02
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 03
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 04
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 05
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 06
Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 07
New Beginnings
New Beginnings Advance
New Beginnings Falter
New Beginnings Revive
New Beginnings Conclude
Dangerous Dealings
No Holds Barred in London
No Holds Barred in Belfast
No Holds Barred in Boston
No Holds Barred in Munich
Two Sides to Every Story
Unconsecrated Ground
Heather Falls in Love Part One
Heather Falls in Love Part Two
Heather Falls in Love Part Three
Sammy Jo Has a Big Night Out
Sammy Jo Has Another Big Night Out
Sammy Jo Tries Team Building
Heather’s Hectic Weekend Part One
Heather’s Hectic Weekend Part Two
Heather’s Hectic Weekend Part Three
Heather’s Hectic Weekend Part Four
Davina
Davina Again
Davina Does Christmas
Davina Does Easter
Davina Does Older Women
Davina Does Scotland
Best Served Cold
Bedding the Boss
Daddy’s Girl
Short and Sweet