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Love Thief
Myra was my employer for 2 years. And we were very busy with her insurance 
agency. My job was part time and it suited me. I had plenty to keep me
busy at home. So I didnt want to be gone 8 hours. Often I took things home
and did them for Myra on my computer. I made brochures. Business cards.
Etc. At the office I  ran errands to the post office and so forth. I didnt
mind. I loved being able to come and go. I never gave any thought to a F/F
relationship of a sexual nature.
Over the months we got very close. We were made for each other. Our sense
of humor was identical. We both found irony in the everyday frustrations
and situations. We helped each other get through them. Especially after her
husband had a stroke and couldnt work anymore, she became more dependent on
me, Jane.

Often of late, I noticed she seemed to be flirting with me. I knew Myra
well enough to know when she was flirting with someone. I didnt mind. She
played the same games with her nieces when they came to visit. I just
figured I had assumed family status with her.  I enjoyed our new found
closeness.

Then one day when my bra strap was showing, she pushed it back where it
belonged and her hand lingered over my right breast too long. There was a
leering look in her eyes. And she was flirting again. I began to think the
story told me by Cindy at the printers was true. That she did chase women.
And I felt turned on. But I couldnt very well jump her here in the office.
So I just pretended not to notice. I couldnt help smiling, so she knew I knew.

One evening we were working late to update our filing system.
She went out for sandwiches and when she  returned I was on the couch.
She kept scooting closer to me. Getting potato chips, or showing e
something. Then her hand was on my shoulder, and then on my knee. She kept
touching me. I like people who touch when they talk to you. But then I felt
her hand at the hem of my dress. She rubbed my knee and looked straight
into my eyes, making double-entendres as we talked. We were giggling like
girls. Suddenly her had was touching my pussy, I was shielded by my silk
panties. I got quiet and my breathing became deeper and faster,  all of a
sudden she moved away quickly. 

This teasing by her went on for days. I would send her a fax from my
computer and mention it. But she would never say anything about my
comments. It was like she wanted to help herself to my body and not have
any psychological committment that I could hold her to. It was confusing.
Actually, I got to thinking about it. There were a lot of things we didnt
have in common. She was a golfer and played racquet ball, I was neither.
She liked the country club and her snotty other friends. I didnt. So maybe
we werent as close as I had thought. But still, she seemed interested in
me, sexually.

It was the Holidays. And I opened my gift from Myra. It was a coupon for a
massage at a local beauty spa. I smiled and thought Myra was probably
wishing she could be the masseuse for the job. She frequently went there
herself for rejuvenation.

I felt more and more frustrated as time went by. She was continually
making passes at me. But when I made a pass at her, she ignored me.My
husband and I were not incommunicado. So why was I so interested in her.
Because it was something different? Because love has to be consumated? I
felt I was getting a bit far out on the limb. But I brought up the
situation and tried to settle it one afternoon. She accused me of being
nutty. That she had no such bi intentions toward me, and how could she be a
member of the business comunity and act the way she was being accused of by
me? I left very heavy hearted and asked for my 2 week vacation. She gave it
to me with extra pay.

When I returned, her flirting and passes started up again. I was getting
angry now.And considered the possibility of quitting. So after 2 weeks, I
told her what was on my mind. She got very sad and tried to change my mind,
even gave me a raise. I felt better. Maybe now we could go on, normally. As
usuall. Like we started out. I couldnt imagine not working here any more at
the insurance office.
So many of my friends handled their business through our office.

Well, I really hit the ceiling one after noon when I came to the office
and saw Colleens new white Chevy nova outside her office. Everytime she
left, I noticed Myras pillow and blanket would be in a mess in the filing
room. Thats where she sometimes took a nap on a little recliner. And when I
found the blanket on the floor, I figured she must have resumed her fling
with Colleen, her housekeeper, just as Cindy had been telling me. 

I was hurt. Why would she bed Colleen but not me? She knew how I felt. She
knew I would do anything for her short of murder . She had helped me out of
many difficult situations by giving me a job, a good pay check, and calling
me whenever I was having problems to see if I was ok. WHY THIS?

One evening, Myra was working alone in the office, I walked into the lobby
of our building. None of the other offices were occupied. The janitors were
even gone. It was about 7PM, the time when she was usually home resting
after dinner with her husband Mac, in front of the TV, preparing to call
customers for the next day. I let myself into the office and she glanced up
startled to see me.

"Hello Dear, what are you doing back down here. Forget something?"

"Yeah, I forgot you. Lie down  on the couch Lover.

"Now lets stay calm, whats the matter?"

I pulled out a 22 Ruger and pointed it at her. Of course, I had checked it
thoroughly to make sure it wasnt loaded. I was an expert shot, and she knew
it from the times she had seen me at the shooting range.

"I dont feel like staying calm." I was violently angry for the first time
in my life.
Although, I was hoping she didnt have me arrested after wards. I cocked
the gun and pointed towards the couch. Get over there!!!. Not in the closet
like with Colleen. I want there to be plenty of room for all our thrashing
around!"

A look of fear came over her face,  "Dear, youre scaring me." I was hoping
she didnt get whiney, then I knew I wouldnt be able to take from her what I
wanted. 
Was this a rape. Maybe. But I was getting what she had teased me about for
so many weeks. A piece of her. Then she got a frozen look and moved slowly
to the couch. Looking intently at me for directions. I dimmned the light
and ordered her to strip and lie on the couch.

As soon as she did, I pulled off my shift, under which I wore nothing. And
lept on top of her. I kissed her eyes, her pretty mouth, her  large firm
breasts, and on down to her crotch area. I tongued her til I thought my
tongue would drop off. She began to moan. And ask me to do 69.  I said
"Hey, put a stop payment on my reality check! You have flirted with me
every week for the past 6 months, and you never invited me to share your
body, like you did Colleen. WHY?"

"Oh Jane,Baby, Im so sorry that Ive ignored you. I didnt realize what I
was doing to you. I just didnt want to make a move on you and then have you
quit on me.
You know I couldnt get by without you. I really need you. You have helped
me in so many ways." She kissed me earnestly.

"That thing about Colleen and me was never true. Im so glad you made me do
this, I would have flirted with you for years and never asked you to bed,
Im too proper.
I wanted you but I would never ask. I dont know why I made myself suffer
for so many years. I dont know how women make love to each other, so I'll
just try all the moves I used on my husband when we were in bed together."

With that, she put me on my tummy over her lap and briefly rubbed my back
and bottom. Then, dipping into my pussy, she rubbed my clit good. I began
to move with her. Next thing I knew, she had a tube of hand lotion pouring
it over my asscrack. Slowly she worked her finger up my rectum, making me
moan, and her other hand rubbed under my mons til I came. Soon as I
recovered, I lay her down on the floor and kneeled between her legs. I told
her to put her legs over my shoulders. Then I orally masturbated her clit.
She said it was the first orgasm she had recieved from a woman. And the
first orgasm recieved from someone other than herself for years. What a
night. Now we are available to each other whenever necessary. I found a new
game, stuffing a dildo in both of Myras holes while I tongue her. She
adores it. 

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