Salicious Fraternization

[Zamdrist]

Salicious Fraternization (Open to one more)

Room for one more if someone is interested.

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Characters/Players
Missy - Zamdrist
Jenna - intriguess
??? - ???

Premise: A fun lesbian romp among co-workers, friends, etc. Story is loosely based on the premise that these girls all work at the same company and see each other every day. The girls are secretaries, administrators, etc. in a corporate environment. Otherwise let the story go where it may. Be creative!

Orientation: Lesbian

Tone/Flavor: Hot, erotic, i.e. pussy, tits, swearing, etc.

Setting: Workplace, home, bedrooms, etc.

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Missy opened her eyes just enough to see the digital clock. Six-thirty in the morning, another half-hour before the alarm would go off. Missy stretched her small frame beneath the thick, warm covers. Her blonde hair was splayed across her pillows, her arms outstretched above her and toes curled. As was inevitable her nipples brushed against the covers bringing them immediately to attention. Missy was often turned on, but especially in the morning and a content sigh escaped her mouth. Missy reached under the covers and slipped her hand inside her snug baby blue panties. The warmth was pleasing, and she knew it was only a matter of minutes before she would be soaking wet. With expert fingers she slowly and deliberately teased herself. Parting her fleshy lips, she made slow and firm circles around her clit. Eyes closed she instinctively bit her lip gently as her hips raised to meet her hand. Her pace quickened, her fingers swirling around in tight circles. She was getting wet now, and it was that wet sound of her fingers against her clit that turned her on most. Her thighs began to tense and she began to shiver. Her breath quickened, the covers now only half covering her, the crotch of her blue panties darkened wetly with her excitement. Each time her fingers brushed across her swollen clit Missy's thighs quivered and her knees closed together. It didn't take long, she knew it wouldn't. She gasped out loud as she was rewarded with a messy gush, completely soaking her panties and the bottom sheet underneath. She lie there a moment, relishing the wonderful sensations until the delicious pulsating subsided. She then stripped the bed of its sheets, threw them in the laundry room and jumped into the shower in preparation for work.

 

[Zamdrist]

Reserved

 

[intriguess]

Jenna

She knew what everyone thought of her, cold, callous, ball buster, who probably never got laid and who if she had a sex toy the batteries were undoubtedly regularly replaced. She knew that the guys thought she was a dyke, as her square build and dominant physical presence, was somewhat offputting, even as her soft full lips and curves made them aroused at idea of her with another woman.

She had used these thoughts against the men she worked with, and after five plus years, they now were all used to her teasing. The women in the office were another thing, as most of them were in lower paying positions. She noticed the looks they gave her and most of the time she successfully ignored the flirting and questions about her true sexual preference.

She doubted any of them would believe the truth, most content with their own imaginings.

She'd recently cut her hair, the chocalate brown locks cut in a short cap that framed her round face, and made her more aware of how sensual her lips were. She'd felt rather horny that morning and had opted for a fuck me shade of lipstick along with a lacy camiseule under her luscious teal raw silk suit jacket, the skirt falling just above the knee showing off her strong legs.

Jenna strode into building exuding confidence and unknowingly a strong sexual signal. She had several blatant offers before reaching the elevator and just when she thought she was safely alone, a staff person she didn't recognize dashed inside with her.

Jenna boldy looked over the young woman, silently debating what her nipples looked like among other things. "I really must need a fuck." It was only when the woman looked at her that she realized she'd said it out loud.

 

[Zamdrist]

Missy's black heels clicked sharply on the polished marble floor as she hurried to catch the elevator, having to reach an arm in the door and just making it in. Her eyes widened of their own accord at the site of the woman already in the elevator. Missy murmured a meek apology and felt herself blush briefly as the woman clearly undressed her with her eyes. Missy's blush deepened when she realized the snug fitting silver top she wore only served to emphasis her eraser-like nipples.

Missy took a slow deep breath and returned the woman's gaze. She had long athletic looking legs and a strong build. She was attractive and feminine, but clearly confident, if dominant. The brief if tense moment was exciting her all over again.

Missy's jaw dropped however at the woman's comment.

"I must really need a fuck."

Missy laughed nervously and said:

"Yeah...long weekend."

Missy flipped her long straight blonde hair to one side, a nervous habit she had. She then looked closer at this woman and smiled at her brown curls and delicious lips. She looked important, like an administrator or something. Missy was a secretary and supported two administrative types just like her. She often day dreamed of having an affair with one of her administrators. The images and fantasies in her head were fertile material for masturbation. The idea was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

When the elevator sounded its floor bell it was then she realized she completely forgot to push her own floor button and now she saw she was two floors above where she should have gotten off. The woman began to exit the elevator, Missy watched her go and a small part of her hoped she would look back her way.

 

[intriguess]

Damn she missed Laura, the blonde tidbit in the elevator reminded her of one of her previous playthings. She glanced back in the elevator, and allowed herself to look at the blonde strictly as a sexual object as the doors slowly closed. She licked her lips, shook her head. Laura had been a long time ago, heck it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Laura had been her first regular plaything, and she easily recalled every detail of every encounter. Laura had been older, married, and sexually compliant. In return Jenna had shown her many new things, exploring Laura's body had been a joy. After a year or so Laura and her husband moved, the husband had been suspicious of how horny he wife suddenly was all the time.

Jenna strode to her office, ignoring all looks, "Damn it where is Zack?" she asked.

Zack was the latest in a long line of administrative assistants, at work Jenna was like the sun, a somewhat deadly force of nature whose gravitational pull was inordinately strong. Few assistants lasted more than a month, and the effeminate Zack was evidentally no exception as he'd requested reassignment. She growled a little and the secretary winced, luckily they tended to last longer as they didn't have to work so closely to Jenna and therefore remained below her radar. She'd rarely used her assistants for sex, only when they were close to moving on did she release her full sexual desire and wrath upon them. More than one had needed to take a day off to recooperate, and all eventually came back for more. To Jenna they were a one time deal, something to take the edge off, enjoy, and nothing more. She had become an expert at rejection and so far none had even dreamed of revealing what each considered their 'special time' with Jenna.

She glared at the secretary and sighed, "Get me a temp, or better yet steal some blonde young thing from downstairs." Seniority went with the floor, the higher up you were the more people you had under you and could pull from if you needed them. She went into her office, slammed the door and took off her coat. She suddenly had a craving for blondes. "I definetely need a fuck," she said out loud. She thought it was too bad the blonde thing from the elevator wouldn't be available as she'd went on to one of the few floors above Jenna's.

She stretched out her arms over her head, popping her back before sinking into her sinful massaging chair. Jenna turned it on and was sexually wound even tighter as her body relaxed, so when the replacement arrived she was deep into thought on who she could possible vent on.

 

[Zamdrist]

Missy was certain she looked like a doe caught in the headlights when the woman looked back. Missy's pretty face blushed again, although she was unable to tear her gaze away from the woman's. She felt the familiar warm tingle between her thighs and her nipples rose alarmingly.

She did her best to set aside the sensations and bring her mind back to focus on work. Making her way to her desk in a non-descript cubicle, Missy settled herself in at her chair, logged on the network and shuffled through her pile of work left from the other day.

No more than 10 minutes passed before Marge came rushing over to Missy's desk, breathless and clearly distressed.

Missy! You're supposed to get your butt upstairs, you've be reassigned to another administrator for the day.

Missy looked over from her work at Marge. Marge was a short woman, rather round and older. She was second in charge on the floor and any order from her was likely to be taken serious.

Uh, ok. Who am I working for? Missy asked.

As often was the case, Marge moved from one topic to another, without bothering to answer any questions.

Oh Missy! You better not let anyone in HR see you dressed like that! Marge chided.

Who do I need to see? again asked Missy.

Jenna on the 8th floor said Marge, and she shook her head disapprovingly as she left.

Missy gathered some essentials she though she might need, and hurried to the bathroom to give herself a quick look-over before heading upstairs. Prepared and composed she again rode the elevator up, unable to forget the alluring woman she encountered.

 

[intriguess]

Jenna

After a little more sinful sitting, Jenna stood up and opted to remove her now very damp panties. Luckily she always put her garter belt on first, she doubted anyone would dream that she was wearing real silk stocking or that they were attached to a black lacey garter belt. She put her panties in the mini fridge, mainly to keep the scent out of the air. Not that it mattered much as her own body was giving off plenty of aroma as she walked.

"Damn it where is that temp?" her temper was begining to flare as her libido raged on. Her secretary said that indeed one of the younger blonder girls was coming up from a few floors down. Then her tone changed and she said that the temp was there. "Well send her the fuck in then," Jenna's voice was commanding and husky as she plunked back down in her chair. Her legs spread as much as she could in her skirt, her nipples showing through the thin cameseoul top, the faintest hint of a bra cupping her generous breasts.

Her frown quickly turned into a smile as she saw exactly what she wanted enter. She sensuously licked her lips at the idea of working things out (in and out if she had her way) with the blonde vision in front of her.

"I don't believe we were properly introduced earlier," she said as she stood up and walked around desk to greet her and to casually close and lock the door. "I'm Jenna, and you are?" she asked moving back around her, opting to sit on the desk, crossing her strong legs.