Work is Play!

Lesbian Office Romp Page 2

“I’ve seen you admiring them, Karen,” she confessed quietly, “and I wondered when you would take matters into your own hands.”
Vanessa stared down at me, her emerald eyes misted over with lust, her nostrils flared with passion-heavy breath. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. I dropped the ruler and quickly moved directly between her willowy legs, squatting in front of her, gripping her legs with both of my loving hands. I began stroking her legs, running my hands up and down her thighs, down the back of her legs, the front. Her knees buckled slightly and she gasped, but I kept right on fondling her gorgeous legs. I couldn’t ever get enough of them, but I’d die a blissful death trying.
She tore open her blouse, peeled it off her shoulders and threw it aside along with her inhibitions. The vertical blinds on my floor-to-ceiling office window were open, exposing our wanton desire to the great, big world beyond, but neither of us cared. My own world had shrunk down to the busty young woman’s long, stocking-clad legs and the wet, smouldering pussy that I knew lay at their apex.
Vanessa frantically unfastened her chaste, pink bra and tossed it away. Her big, beautiful tits spilled out into the open. They were huge—round and heavy, peaked by thick, long, dark-brown nipples that were already fully engorged as a compliment to my preliminary leg work.
“Take off your skirt,” I said in a choked voice, my hands never taking a break from groping her stunning legs.
She fumbled with the fastener on her skirt, her hands shaking and clumsy until she succeeded in unhooking it and the skirt puddled at her feet.
“Yes,” I murmured, as I stared at her satiny, black panties. The contrast between her skin’s deep, rich brownness and the sleek black of her stockings was utterly breathtaking. Her panties were damp at the front, at the bottom. “Sit on the edge of the desk,” I ordered and she obeyed.
I stood up, turned around, and reached out and slipped my quavering fingers under the top of her right stocking and began to carefully unroll it from her leg. She lay back on the desk and stuck out her leg, moaning softly as I unrolled her stocking. I tore off her high heels and pulled the stocking from her foot. As I did the same with her left leg, she began to play with her tremendous tits, squeezing and kneading them, gripping their heavy thickness in her small hands. She rolled her inch-long chocolate nipples between her fingers and groaned.
I had both of her stockings in my hands now. They were still warm from the heat of her hot legs, and I rubbed them together, rubbed them against my face, drank in the silky sensuality of the heavenly garments and smelled the sweet smell of young womanhood in them. Then I placed them to the side and grabbed up the fleshy reality of her bare legs. They shone brown and smooth in the light, and I held them by the ankles and pressed them together. I began sucking on her toes.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Make love to my legs!”
That had been my intention all along. I held her feet together and sucked on as many toes as I could cram into my hungry mouth at once. Then I pulled them dripping wet out of my mouth and flicked my tongue up against them, against the underside of her feet. Vanessa's legs jumped in my hands, but I held on tight.
I swallowed two of the toes on her left foot—sucking on them, tugging at them with my mouth, playfully biting them. My tongue coated them with saliva, bathed them with my grateful
admiration, my mouth worshipping them. I put her feet back together and sucked long and hard on both of her big toes at once, then licked at the soles of her feet again, lapping at the
sensitive skin in long, slow motions.
“Karen! Hello! Karen!”

I was interrupted by a voice and gave my head a shake.
“Huh, what?” I looked around. Ms. Sanchez was standing next to my tiny desk, looking down at me, a stern expression on her face. “Yes, Ms. Sanchez?” I asked. I’d been day-dreaming again. And judging by my boss’ angry face, she didn’t know and didn’t care what a big role she had played in that dream.
“Karen, I’d like to see you in my office,” she said. “Right now!”
She abruptly turned around and walked away, my bleary eyes following her big butt as it bounced underneath her tight, black skirt.
The other girls in the typing pool were looking at me and smiling. I grinned stupidly, got up, straightened out my skirt and stumbled away from my desk and after Ms. Sanchez, knowing that I was going to catch hell— again.
“Yes, Ms. Sanchez?” I said glumly, when I’d arrived at the door of her spacious, well-appointed office.
“Come in and shut the door, please, Karen,” she replied briskly. “Have a seat.”
I did as she said and sat down in a comfortable leather chair in front of her large antique desk. She stood in front of me, staring at me with her big eyes.
“Karen, your three month probation period is up today. And this is the fourth time in the last three months that I’ve caught you daydreaming when you should have been working.” She held up my personnel file and continued in a business-like manner. “What are you thinking about when you’re supposed to be working, anyway?”

I blushed scarlet and looked down at my hands.
“Do you have some personal—” She was cut off by the phone ringing. “Just a minute,” she said, and walked around her desk and picked up the phone. I sucked some cool air into my lungs and made up my mind. It was now or never. I stood and walked over to Vanessa, picked up her hand in mine, pulled her from her chair and walked her in front of the desk.
“What are you doing?” she asked, startled by the bad, bold look in my baby-blues. “I…”
Her words caught in her throat when I bent down in front of her and began caressing her legs.
“This is what I’ve been dreaming about,” I confided, feeling up her legs with no intention of taking no for an answer.[read on..]

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