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(FF, 1st-lesbain-expr, work) *** Sondra unbuttoned the top two buttons on her silk shirt and sighed. Another late night slaving away on an ad campaign. Coming up with artistic concepts for dumb products, that she herself would probably never buy, wasn't the easiest job in the world. 'But the money's great,' she couldn't help thinking as she looked at the face of her Gucci watch. "Well, its 8:30 PM," Sondra said aloud, "I better get my ass in gear." The halls of the usually rambunctious offices were empty and silent. Even the nocturnal janitors had come and gone for the evening. Sondra turned on some soft jazz music from the transistor propped up on her drafting table and rolled up her sleeves. The ideas just weren't coming to her. She crossed and uncrossed her long, tan legs several times and wondered why she was so restless. It was a warm August night, but one would never know it inside the windowless, heavily air-conditioned office suites. Sondra shifted in her chair, feeling stifled, lonely, restless. 'I need to shake myself out of this funk.' Sondra thought, staring down at her blank sheet of newsprint. She let her mind wander to the romance novel she had left unfinished on her nightstand the previous evening. The heroine of the story was on the verge of fucking a handsome stranger in an airplane bathroom when Sondra drifted off to sleep. She wondered how the scene continued from there. 'I hope she gets it good.' Sondra smiled to herself. 'In fact, I could use a roll in the hay myself...' Approaching footsteps interrupted Sondra's thoughts. The fast, determined footsteps of someone who knows actually where she is going. Sondra began to doodle furiously on her notepad, not wanting to be caught in a daydream mode. "Hey there, busy girl," a high, professional voice piped. "Are you trying to climb the corporate ladder with hours like these?" Sondra's face stretched into a slow smile. The voice belonged to Lynette, a fashionable account executive she had always admired from afar. Lynette was tall and thin, olive-complected with an abundance of black silky hair which she wore in a neat ponytail. She stood poised in the doorway with a diet soda in one hand, file folder in the other. Sondra couldn't help but admire the toned legs which the visitor's short, tight skirt displayed proudly. "I'm just finishing up some work on the tanning lotion campaign." Sondra said matter-of-factly, trying to impress her coworker with her professionalism. She wondered why the air-conditioned office seemed suddenly so stuffy. She tried to avert her eyes from Lynette's tightly, but immaculately, clad figure. 'Why is a woman causing such a physical reaction in me?' Sondra asked herself. Conservative by nature, Sondra had never let herself think of other women in anything but a friendly manner, but Lynette was definitely attractive. A few beads of sweat formed between her breasts. "Yeah, I was trying to work too," Lynette said, taking a seat opposite Sondra's drafting table. "But for some reason I just can't seem to concentrate. Maybe it's the full moon," she added wickedly, smiling in a way that made Sondra flush. The artist brushed a few loose strands of golden hair out of her eyes and focused on her guest. "I'm having the same problem," Sondra admitted with a slight sigh. "I just feel so... so restless." "Maybe you need some distraction," Lynette murmured, looking her right in the eyes. Sondra was stunned, wondering if the sexy executive was, in fact, flirting with her. What surprised Sondra even more was the fact that she was enjoying it. She felt a strange sensation between her thighs--an eager tingling which slowly spread up to her snatch. Sondra licked her lips and returned Lynette's piercing gaze, trying to decipher the sleek lady's intentions. "I think you're right, Lynette," Sondra said earnestly, feeling more confident that her guest wanted more than a professional chat. "I could definitely use something that would inspire me." The two women's eyes locked. An unspoken question was answered in a few brief moments of gazing at one another. Something carnal, something animal, was happening that both women were experiencing. An electric current flowed between them in Sondra's efficient little office, an energy source that neither could control, but of which both were painfully aware. Sondra leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the cool wood of the drafting table. She was feeling lightheaded, as if in a dream. 'What is happening to me?' she thought with delirious amusement, 'I think I'm bewitched.' With eyes half closed, Sondra stared at the other woman as she placed the soda can and folder carefully on the floor. Lynette approached Sondra and stared down at her from her stance, not unlike a queen summoning her subjects. She was so close that Sandra could feel her warm breath on her face, heating her own skin like a hairdryer. Sondra wanted to touch her. Really touch her. She thought about reaching out and resting her palm on Lynette's breast, but opted to silently admire the slope of her chest and the curve of her tiny waist. "I've always really liked you, Sondra," Lynette whispered, reaching her hand to the back of her head to remove the clip fastening her ponytail. She let the long, silky mane cascade down her back in waves, symbolizing the unrestrained currents which her eyes promised would follow. Lynette's presence was intoxicating. Sondra felt a drop of moisture drip onto the fabric of her panties. Never had she felt so ripe for someone's touch. "I-I've... always really liked you, too..." Sondra replied dreamily. 'Is this really happening?' she couldn't help musing. She felt her heart thump rapidly behind her rib cage, like a prisoner pounding for release from the confined cell. She was feeling like a timid schoolgirl, but she really did want to explore this situation thoroughly. She begged herself to make a move, to let the bewitching executive know she was hot and ready. Shy by nature, Sondra was hard-pressed to summon up any memories choreographing past seductions. Luckily, the need for improvisation wasn't required on Sondra's part. Lynette reached for her slowly. Her well-manicured fingernails glided on the skin of Sondra's shoulder through the delicate silk. Goosebumps quickly formed in the trail of her touch. Sondra licked her lips and closed her eyes, relishing the sweet softness that only a woman's fingers could offer. She concentrated on the gentle glide of Lynette's left hand as it trailed up to her neck and slowly down her chest. When she felt the eager fingers caress the delicate lace of her bra at the top of her breasts, she was unable to restrain her desire. She had to touch Lynette. Gazing through slightly-parted eyelids, Sondra placed both hands on Lynette's shoulders, wanting to explore the safer areas of her body. Sure, she had touched other women before. Sondra and her girlfriends and sisters always hugged heartily in greeting and often kissed each other on the cheeks, but this was different. She massaged the firm flesh of Lynette's shoulders with her thumbs, acquainting herself with a woman's body in a sexual manner. Why had she never noticed how soft -- yet so strong -- a woman's skin is? How could she have looked at attractive women everyday of her life and not seen them as she was now seeing Lynette? The thought that she and her about- to-be lover were experiencing identical explorations made her knees weak. 'She is seeing me the same way I am seeing her.' Sondra mused to herself, 'so unlike sex with a guy.' Sondra moved her hands southward, palming the full weight of her partner's breasts. Lynette's quick intake of breath at the possessive action made her so hot she thought her clitoris would burst with the sudden rush of blood. She prodded and squeezed Lynette's fleshy globes, as if touching breasts for the first time in her life. Lynette mirrored her actions and their eyes locked. Without breaking the electric current which flowed between the two sets of eager eyes, Lynette began to unbutton the blonde artist's shirt. When Sondra was left leaning against the table, clad only in her white lacy bra, Lynette leaned back to study her. Sondra's flesh felt cold and lonely where Lynette's knowing hands were caressing her moments before, and she longed for more contact. She reached out and grabbed the brunette's satin lapels and pulled her onto her slight frame. Lynette gasped at the action, but followed with a wicked smile. She arched her neck to kiss the soft swells of Sondra's breast, grazing her tongue along the delicate fabric which encased her. With Lynette's concentration solely on her lover's chest, Sondra was able to reach down and run her fingers along the firm softness of her neck. The two women simply caressed each other for a long while, taking the time to acquaint themselves with the other's touch. Lynette paused from her exploration of Sondra's chest long enough to reach back and unclasp the blonde's bra, letting the heavy weight of her breasts fall free. S Sondra's skin tingled where her lover's fingers glided across her skin, and when she felt the wet heat of Lynette's mouth on her nipple, she moaned softly. She felt the pink nodule peak into a rigid spike as Lynette's tongue flicked the sensitive flesh back and forth. Sondra tangled the fingers of her left hand further into the brunette's heavenly tresses as her right focused on the removal of her tight blazer. When she finally unfastened the top button, it was as if she could not remove the rest fast enough. She wanted to see the bronzed beauty of the sexy executive's body. When Lynette's top finally slid off her form and onto the floor, Sondra opened her eyes to drink in the sight of her friend's black satin bra. She was as dark and sleek as Sondra was fair and soft. She reached down to Lynette's left breast and pulled the nipple out through the top of the bra. Her olive skin was flawless. Sondra longed to suckle the ripe peak, but Lynette's body language was making it clear that the pale artist was not the one orchestrating the lovemaking. When she felt Sondra's head aim towards her own chest, Lynette moved herself away, teasing her lover mercilessly. "Don't move!" Lynette commanded sternly, but with tenderness in her voice. "I want to please you first." Sondra surrendered to Lynette, as if finally receiving permission to just lay back and enjoy the ride. She felt the cheeks of her ass clench tightly as Lynette's hot breath brushed her knees and her thighs. Without awareness of her own moves, Sondra gently guided Lynette's head slowly between her legs. She felt her pussy lather up as Lynette's breath came closer and closer to her core, maddeningly slow. Lynette's commanding hands clasped the hem of Sondra's silk skirt and began to inch it slowly northward. The subservient Sondra arched her back and raised her hips slightly off the edge of the drafting table to facilitate the undressing. She smiled at Lynette's sudden intake of breath when she saw the blonde's white lacy garter belt holding up her tan hose. She always made sure she wore the sexiest undergarments she could find. It made her feel beautiful and sensuous. Sondra was especially pleased that her lover was appreciating the delicate lace as well. "You are so beautiful," Lynette murmured as she leaned in to sprinkle wispy butterfly kisses on Sondra's inner thighs. Sondra lay back against the cold table and leaned into the pleasure that was slowly overtaking her. She arched her pelvis towards Lynette's face, eager to feel the other woman's tongue in her most intimate folds. But Lynette wanted to prolong her seduction. She nuzzled Sondra's buttocks and thighs with her nose, alternately licking the soft skin from her knees to her ass. After what seemed like hours, she ran her index finger under the elastic band of Sondra's G-string, and proceeded to pull the flimsy material down the length of her legs. "Oh god!" Sondra moaned when she felt the first contact of Lynette's tongue against her snatch. The soft fierceness of her mouth suckling her lips and her clit was almost more than Sondra could take. She could not remember ever feeling pleasure with such intensity. At first Sondra thought she would climax just seconds after Lynette's first slow and thorough lick, but then she relaxed a bit, realizing she was just experiencing the tip of the iceberg. Her hips seemed to melt into the table as she wound her fingers through Lynette's hair once more, easing the busy mouth further into her cunt, as if to swallow the woman whole. A weak tingling wave swirled around her pelvis like a hurricane, gathering strength before reaching out throughout the rest of her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She struggled to relax her thighs and not tighten them around Lynette's head, suffocating her as she worked. Lynette ate her like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor, every fold of Sondra's pink, tight pussy. The strokes of her tongue varied, some long and intense -- like painting a fence, some short and precise. It was as if Lynette could read her lover's mind, knowing exactly what she liked the most, knowing when to go faster, knowing when to slow down. Sondra's hips began to beat with her own internal rhythm, pumping up and down, taking Lynette's occupied tongue with her. After Lynette's tongue memorized every square centimeter of Sondra's silken folds, she focused her attention on the tight bud of her clitoris. She sucked it like a straw, drawing her head away from Sondra's center, stretching her clit with her. The tiny bud seemed to expand in Lynette's mouth, filling it with her swollen heat. Lynette's face was buried inside Sondra's core as she gave birth to the first slight tremors of her orgasm. Her back arched and lifted her hips inches off the table as she began to slowly, slowly go over the edge. "Oh god!" Sondra gasped, writhing back and forth around Lynette's busy mouth, "Oh Jesus!" Sondra's inside's expanded and burst into flames as the intense tidal wave of blood gushed into her cunt, making her see stars. Her soul seemed to leave her body as she shook with the violent climax, conquering her body like a fearless warrior. Sondra wasn't sure how long her orgasm possessed her body, mind, and soul. She felt like she had traveled to the moon and back in a few spastic moments. Her muscles were conditioned with her orgasm, but not ready to relax. 'No,' Sondra mused, 'I don't want this to be over yet.' As Lynette sat back, licking her lovers juices off of her pouting lips, Sondra slid off the table and faced the woman who had just given her a taste of heaven. She guided Lynette's streamlined form into a reclining pose on the office floor, dying to taste her. She wasted no time raising the woman's tight skirt above her hips, making her cunt more accessible to the starving artist. After a hasty removal of the brunette's stockings, Sondra placed her hands gently on the insides of her thighs. The women's eyes locked once more as Sondra slowly, seductively spread Lynette's legs apart. Their connection was like lightening, strong and direct, each wanting to fully drink in the other's essence. Sondra was like a child in a candy shop. She was trembling with anticipation as she kissed the inside of Lynette's thighs, wanting only to feel the heat of the woman's body on her lips. Lynette lay perfectly still during Sondra's seduction of her skin, gasping slightly when the first caresses of the blonde's breath blew through her silken mound like a soft wind. Sondra wanted to prolong the kisses as long as possible, but she was so anxious to taste Lynette's juices she lingered only moments. Holding the fabric of Lynette's black panties to the side, Sondra dove into her lover's center. The smells, the taste, the warmth were intoxicating to Sondra. She wanted to bury herself inside the enticing folds, becoming one with the glorious executive. The sweet nectars of Lynette's cunt dripped onto Sondra's lips like an overripe apricot. She savored the tangy lotion of her lover and she licked her pussy passionately. Sondra's tongue became an autonomous entity, seeming to disconnect itself from her body as it thrust itself inside and out of the moist caverns. Lynette rolled her head from side to side, moaning, as she allowed the movement of her hips to match the rhythmic dance of Sondra's tongue. She peered down at the curvaceous blonde between her legs. She looked like a flaxen angel with her eyes closed, drinking in the spicy moisture of her lover's essence. "Oh Sondra... Sondra!" Lynette cried, grabbing her friends ears. Lynette knew she was on the brink of her climax as she felt the rough nylon of the industrial rug dig into the soft flesh of her ass. She felt connected to the beautiful blonde who was pleasuring her. Connected in a way she couldn't even begin to analyze. Their souls were one, each melting into the other in the creation of perfect passion. And then she lost it. Lynette's orgasm, though equally as pleasurable, was more violent than Sondra's. It shook her body like a tornado pulling a barn door from its hinges. Her spinal cord seemed to gel and her knees trembled as Sondra's sucking sent her into a blind fury of intense physical joy. Lynette felt a few drops of sweat drip slowly down her forehead as she cried out in the office, letting the waves roll through her body, first one, then another. By the time the storm in her subsided, she lay deliriously dreamy with Sondra resting on top of her. Time stood still at that moment. The two women lay entwined in the tiny office, aware of only each other, and the persistent thumping of their hearts. Sondra wasn't sure how long they lay together, it wasn't clear to her if she fell asleep or simply lost time, but when she regained her composure, she realized that Lynette was nowhere to be seen. 'Was this a dream?' Sondra wondered. Looking down at her silk skirt gathered around her waist, she put that thought away. Sondra slowly got to her knees and lifted herself into a standing pose, grabbing the drafting table to support her still wobbly frame. The radio hummed a beautifully sad jazz tune which made Sondra momentarily long for the woman who was inside her a little while earlier. But contentment won her over. She knew she wouldn't be able to work after the tryst. Sondra was far too tranquil. She wanted only to go home and run herself a soothing bubble bath and ponder the events of the evening. Sondra gathered her things and switched off the office light, a peaceful smile adorning her fair features. The air conditioning sent a chill down her spine as she strolled the lifeless hallways of the office suites. When Sondra was near the exit, she noticed Lynette's office light spilling into the dark hall. She stood just outside the woman's door, out of sight, listening to the furious rustle of papers and her sultry voice speaking into the phone. "No, Frank, I said Thursday -- not Friday, so you better get them to me pronto!" Lynette commanded to the no- doubt intimidated caller. Sondra grinned and tiptoed away from the executive's office. As entered the elevator and pressed the button for the garage floor, Sondra mused upon the amazing events of the evening. Would she ever be the same? Would she ever be able to think of Lynette as anything other than a lover? Would she ever get to experience Lynette's fiery passion again? Sondra smiled to herself as she unlocked her car door, knowing that she worked late very often. Knowing Lynette did too. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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