I’d left school at eighteen years of age, to find employment with a small and family owned and run accountancy firm. Each year, the company would take on two school-leavers and guide them to qualify as accountants. With their new qualification in hand, those employees moved on to join bigger organisations. At twenty-three years of age, I’d resisted the desire to seek out other opportunities as others had. After I’d earned my qualification, I decided to remain with the company and to show loyalty. From the day I began working, I was comfortable with the people I worked alongside and as time passed, made to feel as though I belonged there.
We all want to run before we can walk but as I look back, the company managed my progression and ambition perfectly. With more client accounts to manage, I reveled with the increased responsibility. My decision to stay with the company was clearly the right one.
It was a male dominated workplace, with seven men, between the ages of thirty and forty years of age. My manager was Veronica, or Ronni, as she preferred, and was married to the owner, Matthew. I’d have to describe her as classy, with short brown hair, icy blue eyes, and very pretty. We formed an immediate bond and earned the nickname of the barefoot girls, given that we never wore shoes around the office. I’d be greeted each morning by a kiss to my cheek. It was the standard greeting offered by everyone.
As you might expect from my male counterparts, they’d push the sexual banter to the limit. To begin with as a shy girl of eighteen, I would blush repeatedly at any comment directed towards me. My confidence soon developed, taking the comments in my stride, encouraging more from them with my flirtatious response.
We all worked together in one big office and each with our own desk. There was a kitchen and unisex bathroom. The office had windows on three sides, affording views of the green English countryside.
On my first day of work, I wanted to appear very businesslike. I wore a white sleeveless blouse and white bra to hold my B-cup breasts, and a knee length navy blue skirt. Sat face to face with Ronni in one of the corners of the office, we talked for about an hour. It was not work-related chat and was her way of developing a bond between us. Relaxing, I pushed off my shoes one by one, wiggling my toes.
I watched as Ronni’s eyes widened as she smiled. ”I just knew we made the right choice taking you on, Jo. You clearly prefer having bare feet. You’re just like me. Feel free to ditch your shoes permanently.”
I don’t think I’ve ever blushed so much in my entire life and felt my arousal flood from my pussy. I’d never had any sexual interaction, with either sex, to that point in my life but felt an immediate attraction to Ronni. The only drawback being that she was married and not forgetting, she was my manager and mentor.
I felt liked by each of my work colleagues and I loved the daily greeting kisses to my cheek. It was a natural progression for me to receive hugs as well as affectionate kisses to my cheek. With each hug, my colleagues appeared increasingly emboldened holding me for longer. Indeed, I’d feel hands on my arse cheeks, playfully squeezing them. I enjoyed the attention and would only react if they made a show, with a squeeze becoming a grope. I’d giggle and call them a pervert, followed by me playfully squeezing their bum in return. I always had bare legs and bare feet in the office and hadn’t realised, until it pointed out to me by Kimberley, (a fellow worker but wife of one of the partners) that my skirts were getting shorter and shorter. She then followed up by saying, I had great legs and she’d show hers off too if she had legs like mine.
Ronni’s greeting each day progressed, becoming more affectionate. A kiss to my cheek, became a tender kiss to my lips and then with open mouths, the kisses were passionate but short. Despite not attempting to hide our newfound affection, it went unnoticed.
On a regular basis, we’d all meet at one of the partners houses, for an evening of socialising with each other. It was great to be with a group of people I enjoyed being around but without having to work. In that environment, we were all equals. We were at Matthew and Ronni’s house, for a barbecue and drinks. Summer had arrived and on a sunny Saturday, it was a humid and hot twenty-six centigrade. Dressed in a floral, backless summer dress, with nothing underneath. The dress was long enough to maintain my dignity but short enough for me to feel daring and sexy.
I was the last to arrive. Ronni greeted me at the front door, wearing lacey small shorts and a vest top, which revealed a flat toned stomach and breasts free of a bra. Of course, I discarded my sandals once through the front door. After telling me I looked gorgeous in my dress, Ronni wrapped her arms around me and we kissed as normal, allowing our tongues to embrace slowly. With each of our kisses, I’d feel my arousal build quickly, only to feel frustrated as we pulled away.
Feeling Ronni’s hands roam on the exposed flesh of my back added to the sensations of pleasure radiating through my body. I can’t explain why but the kiss felt different and we were close to giving in to the passion of the moment. Ronni’s right leg pushed between my legs and for a few seconds we humped against the others thigh. It was a kiss which lasted twenty or thirty seconds but the moment our tongues touched; it was clear we’d crossed a line.
Pulling away, Ronni looked as flushed as I felt. Taking hold of my left hand, she led me away from the front door and towards the stairs.
”It’s time for me to paint your toenails, Jo. Follow me so you can choose which colour you want me to use.”
Holding hands, we hurried up the staircase and into one of their three guest bedrooms, to where she kept her stash of nail-varnishes. One by one, Ronni picked up the bottles but after showing me ten bottles of varying colours, I told her I wanted the colour she had on her toes on my first day of work.
With a smile, she picked out the bottle which contained burgundy varnish.
”You noticed my toenails on that day then, Jo?”
”Of course, I did, Ronni. I noticed everything about you. You have the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen. But then, look at you now. Your legs are amazing and your nipples are talking to me.”
Ronni giggled, with the hint of a blush.
”Jo, yours talk to me every day and I love that you don’t wear a bra.”
Sat on the bed beside the other, we laughed and fell backwards. Turning onto our side to face the other, our laughter stopped, and the air suddenly felt serious as we looked into each other’s eyes.
I admitted to her that she gave me my first real kiss, giggling as I added, ”And you’re a girl!”
”It was my first lesbian kiss, Jo. Did you enjoy it?”
”Of course I did. I didn’t know a kiss could make me feel so good.”
Ronni smiled, with what I’d call, pride in her eyes. ”Good because I’m going to kiss you like that, every day, Jo.”
I didn’t resist as she leaned forward and put her open mouth to mine and offered me her tongue once more. Lay on the bed together, we allowed our tongues to fully explore and let our passion free. With passions fueled by our kiss, our hands began to wander. For a moment, we’d forgotten our work colleagues, partners and the party downstairs. Ronni had managed to undo the tie, which held my dress around my neck and shoulders, making me an instant away from being topless. I didn’t want to stop, wanting to end up naked and having sex but as Ronni lowered the top of my dress, she pulled away.
”Oh my god, Jo, you’re so hard to resist but we need to stop.”
I don’t think I could ever feel as sexy as I did at that moment. I was the first to sit up, allowing the top half of my dress to pool around my waist. Ronni’s eyes widened, clearly committing to memory the sight of my upper body. As she looked at me, I smiled while caressing my breasts and teasing each of my nipples. Feeling my pussy respond, throbbing hard, I knew I’d orgasm without more encouragement. I noticed myself in the mirror opposite. My hair looked surprisingly disheveled, making clear I’d been up to no good. I saw Ronni move to kneel behind me and felt her run her fingers through my long brown hair, guiding it tenderly away from my neck and then kissing my flushed skin softly. She was doing nothing to calm my arousal, each soft kiss to my neck causing me to moan.
”Take your hands away, Joanna. Let me see your breasts, before I pull your dress up and we go downstairs.”
Looking into the mirror, smiling I thrust my hands either side of me, with my arms straight and exposing my breasts fully. I possessed a mischievous side and was considering standing up to allow my dress to drop to the floor and leave me naked.
”Just as I expected, Jo. Not too big, the perfect shape and nipples that give away your feelings.”
Of course I blushed. Ronni was right about my nipples, they were unbearably hard and sensitive, betraying my arousal.
Watching her through the mirror, I could see her thinking deeply. We appeared frozen, with neither of us willing to take the next step. It was then or never and time for me to be bold. Springing urgently to my feet, my dress dropped quickly to the floor.
”Jo, what are you doing? Oh god, you’re naked.”
Stepping free of my dress, I moved away from the bed and turned around, placing my bum against the dressing table as I looked at Ronni’s expression of both shock and desire.
”Ronni, I’m sorry. I cannot contain my feelings any longer. I know it’s wrong because you’re married and having a lesbian affair is impossible. You’re married to my boss, you’re my manager and my mentor too. The way you kissed me and the way you looked at my breasts. I want you to see me completely naked. At the risk of my world falling apart. I love you, Ronni.”
She hadn’t moved, still knelt on the bed from where she’d been behind me. The only difference was her smile. There were seconds of silence, which felt like years, with the only sounds being my heart pounding and hers and my heavy, nervous breathing. Ronni took a long deep breath and appeared to relax instantly. Her eyes hadn’t left my naked body and I tensed seeing her unfasten her shorts, before easing them along with knickers down to her thighs. Adjusting her position, she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, while continuing to look at my naked body. Smiling, she took hold of her vest top and, without hesitation, pulled it over her head to leave her topless. With her shorts eased past her hips, I was able to see evidence of no pubic hair.
My heart was racing, with the realisation Ronni too would soon be naked. I attempted to say, wow but with my mouth dry from nervous anticipation, nothing but a whisper left my mouth. Ronni’s D-cup breasts stood proud and firm, with no sag and her hard, dark nipples looked ripe for sucking.
Suddenly, she stood within touching distance of me, while wriggling her legs to encourage her tight shorts to slip slowly down her thighs and to finally pool around her ankles. Ronni was head to pink toenails, stunning and way better than any of the images I’d had in my mind when masturbating each day.
With a quick flick of either of her feet, her shorts and knickers flew a few feet across the floor.
There was obvious desire in her eyes. I was amazed, with a house full of guests downstairs that Ronni and I stood naked and unsurprisingly, both visibly aroused. I could not take my eyes away from her breasts and nipples. I could feel my arousal dribbling from my pussy. Where the juices flowing from my pussy were thick and creamy, Ronni’s were clear and freer flowing, while dribbling down each of her thighs.
”Yes, Jo, I’m married and I am your mentor but we cannot deny our feelings. I’ve not existed to Matthew ever since I turned thirty. We don’t even sleep in the same room. I know, he’d not believe that I’d have an affair and never with another woman. I’ve loved you for so long and I masturbate every night thinking of you. I’m desperate for us to have an affair.”
”Since you turned thirty, oh my god, I’d be making love to you nonstop. Forget that you look incredible, your personality makes you irresistible but I’ve never seen a body as good as yours. Every night, Ronni? That’s so hot because I do it too.”
I was so intent on responding to her, I’d not noticed Ronni take me by the hand and guide me back to the bed, stepping over our discarded clothing. It was an instinct to follow, with my body on autopilot. Suddenly, the two of us were knelt, with knees apart and sat on our feet facing the other. With knees and thighs splayed wide, I noticed the position had encouraged Ronni’s pussy lips to part, exposing her clit which was visibly twitching and glistening with arousal.
Which of us made the first move, I’d not like to say. I couldn’t resist running the fingertips of either hand, from her knees, along each of her thighs. Encouraged by a moan of pleasure, I slowly trailed the tips of my fingers up her stomach and onto each of her breasts, circling slowly towards her nipples. It was then that Ronni forced me down to lie beside her on the bed and pulling me closer.
The heat from our naked bodies was intense as we looked into each other’s eyes. Pushing her onto her back, I eased my body on top of hers and Ronni opened her legs, wrapping them around me as my pussy touched hers. It felt as though our bodies were a perfect fit, two pieces of a jigsaw needed to complete the puzzle.
It was our first lesbian experience but that momentary uncertainty disappeared the instant I eased my knees and feet apart, allowing me to feel her wet pussy on mine. There was a simultaneous moan of pleasure from Ronni and I as instinct demanded I ground my pussy against hers. Within seconds, we’d began grinding together with a relentless and steady rhythm. Adding to the sensation, my hard and unbearably sensitive nipples rubbed against the soft flesh of Ronni’s breasts as hers buried themselves into mine. With each thrust of our hips, we’d gasp and moan with increasing desperation. I felt Ronni’s hands exploring my back, roaming lower to my arse cheeks. I gasped with a mix of pain and sexual pleasure, feeling her fingernails sink into my flesh. Our rhythm steadily increased and became more desperate.
”It turns me on feeling you touch me, Ronni.”
”I’m getting close, Jo. Don’t stop.”
”I couldn’t if I wanted to.”
Suddenly, I felt Ronni tense up and turn her head to look at the open door.
”Did you hear that, Jo? Somebody has come upstairs.”
Neither Ronni nor I were willing to stop, grinding harder and with increasing desperation against the other. With each thrust onto her, my pussy throbbed hard. One more thrust and I’ll orgasm, I thought. we both shifted slightly, feeling my pussy lips spread and suddenly our clits touched. The response from both of our bodies was instantaneous, making us gasp as we began to orgasm. I squirted when I’d orgasm but with my pussy grinding on Ronni’s, my orgasm felt different lasting far longer. Ronni’s fingers had remained on my arse cheeks, nails once more digging into my flesh.
Lay on top of her, with orgasms finally over, moans of pleasure became heavy breaths of recovery as we attempted to relax and enjoy the moments of intimacy of being together, sharing tender lip to lip kisses.
”I want to taste you, Jo.”
”Won’t we be missed downstairs, Ronni?”
”I want to taste you, Jo. I don’t care if we’re missed.”
Pushing up away from Ronni, kneeling between her knees I took a moment to look at her naked body. With pussy lips swollen and open, her clit stood proudly visible and still obviously throbbing. I wanted to taste her too, quickly realising that a sixty-nine position could satisfy our continuing urge.
Moving to her right as Ronni lay on her back and continuing to breathe heavily, I lay down beside her, on my right while placing my head on her right thigh. She needed no encouragement and rolled onto her side, with her head on my thigh. With another adjustment, our mouths found the other’s pussy. Before plunging my tongue between her pussy lips, the intoxicating musky aroma hit my nostrils and was simply divine, turning me on more.
I wanted to make Ronni orgasm for a second time, as well as letting her taste me. I didn’t realise how intense the sensations would feel when Ronni touched me. The orgasms I’d enjoyed through masturbation were great but were nothing compared to the one I’d experienced with her. I assumed doing a sixty-nine would be straightforward but feeling Ronni’s tongue lick my pussy lips, then explore between them was an intense sensation. Licking her became much harder when I started to moan with pleasure and writhe against her mouth.
Managing to re-focus for a few seconds, I found her swollen clit with my tongue. Her juices tasted sweet, with a tang of saltiness added to it. Exploring around her clit, it twitched or throbbed against my tongue and she moaned with pleasure. I was so sensitive, the warm breath from Ronni’s heavy breathing was enough to tease me and tip me towards my second orgasm. I felt her body tense as I took her clit between my teeth and pulled as if stretching it to its limit. Her gasp was loud and surely heard downstairs. As my tongue swirled around the tip, her gasp turned to moans and desperate demands to make her cum. I felt her arousal dribbling as her clit throbbed more between my teeth. Swirling my tongue faster and harder on her clit, Ronni tensed and fell silent for, one, two, and then a third second. With an intense twitch of her clit, her pussy gushed, soaking my face, upper body, and hair.
Releasing her, I rolled away a little. Ronni appeared to recover quickly from her second lesbian induced orgasm. I felt two of her fingers enter my pussy, hooking to find my g-spot and press hard. There was little or no subtlety to her assault on my pussy, desperate to make me cum quickly. Carefully, she straddled my upper body, before placing her mouth around my pussy and lapping my clit. It was my turn to gasp and moan with pleasure. Immediately, I began to throb and orgasm built rapidly. When the urge demanded, when masturbating, I could bring on my climax quickly but Ronni had taken me to the point of no return in seconds as her fingers teased my g-spot and tongue pleasured my clit. The sensations were unbearably intense, making me desperate for a release as I writhed beneath her. With relief. I gasped as my back arched and I started to cum, squirting hard three times before I could relax.
Ronni eased herself off my body to lay down beside me. Our bodies were wet from perspiration as the result of an hour of lesbian sex. Her face was dripping from the aftereffects of my second orgasm.
”Do you think anyone might notice we’ve had sex, Ronni?”
”Let me think, Jo. Our hair is wet from each other squirting and we stink of cum but I don’t care, Jo.”
Turning to look at the other, we laughed before agreeing we should dress and return to join the others downstairs. Neither of us were in the mood to hurry, reluctantly sitting and moving to the edge of the bed. In unison, we noticed the wet patch on the duvet and laughed once more but with a hint of nervousness too. With the full-length mirror in front of us, I don’t think either of us could resist looking at it, the two of us sat side by side, naked.
”I’ve always thought you were gorgeous, Jo but your eyes look different. You look completely at ease. You’re even sexier now we’ve had sex.”
”That was my first time, Ronni. I don’t think I could be happier.”
As we talked, I’d got to my feet but having to focus on standing, with my thighs feeling weak and sapped of all their strength. I wondered how long the tingling sensations in my pussy would continue, as I bent down to pick up my dress.
”Oh my god, Jo, I’m so sorry but I’ve left marks on your bum. I got a bit carried away.”
I giggled and blushed. ”I like that you’ve marked me. It’s as though you’ve marked me as yours.”
I’ll admit, it was disappointing to have clothes on once again but we shared another kiss before brushing our hair and trying to conceal that we’d just had sex.
Ronni picked up the bottle of nail varnish and we headed downstairs. She asked if I’d like to sleep there, after the party had finished which would mean I could drink. It’s fair to say, I’d said yes before she’d completed her question. Once downstairs, Ronni moved through the room where everyone had congregated, chatting and drinking.
I felt as though every head had turned and every set of eyes focused on me. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious, wondering if I looked like I’d had sex. I’d picked up my phone, which I’d left on the table by the front door.
My phone pinged to inform me that I’d received a new text message. Standing clear of the main crowd in the dining room, I opened the new text. It contained three pictures and a message, which read, ”you and Ronni look so hot.” Immediately, I looked up to see who might be looking in my direction but then turned my attention back to the pictures. The first, taken as Ronni and I stood naked, while kissing passionately and humping the others thigh. The second was with me on top of Ronni, with her legs around me and fingers digging into my arse cheeks. In the last of the three, my face buried between Ronni’s thighs but what caught my attention was that she was looking into the camera and smiling.
When Ronni said she thought she’d heard somebody come upstairs, I took no notice. At that point, we’d committed to having an affair and nothing else mattered. I couldn’t help looking at the pictures and feeling a sense of pride, seeing how good we looked together.
Moving into the gathered throng, as was the case when I saw my colleagues at work, the greeting was no different. One by one, they hugged and kissed me, with the occasional pair of hands wandering on my body. With my male work colleagues having wives or partners at the party, their interaction with me was subtle or restrained. I’d argue I was no different, inviting the attention and not offering protest when their hands wandered onto my body. With the gatherings a regular thing, I had got to know the wives and girlfriends well but the odd one, clearly viewed me as some kind of threat and made them cold towards me.
I would never have an attraction to any of my work colleagues, happy to ignore their physical advances. As soon as she noticed my bare feet, Ronni had me. I made little attempt to hide my attraction but to all at the office, my feelings went unnoticed. I was unwilling to cast open my closet door and announce to the world, I was a lesbian.
As the guys greeted me with a hug and lips to lips kiss, I wondered if they’d notice the distinct taste of Ronni’s cum on my lips. Even the frostiest of wives or girlfriends would greet me with a polite kiss and hug. All seemed very normal and I was beginning to relax as I edged through the gathered throng, attempting to make my way outside to join Matthew and Ronni by the barbeque.
Natasha, the frostiest of the girlfriends, held out her arms, inviting a hug. I’d not suggest I didn’t like her but will admit to tensing up as we greeted the other. With my dress backless and barely covering the top of my arse cheeks, for once any wandering hands ended on the bare skin of my back, rather than my bum. The last thing I expected was for Natasha’s hands to wander.
She had moved clear of the main crowd, towards the back door and barbecue. With my back away from the crowd, Natasha wrapped her arms around me, which was nothing new. Even when her lips moved onto mine, it was not out of the ordinary but when her tongue licked across my lips, I wondered what she was up to. Her mouth moved to my left ear, while simultaneously moving her hands to my back and under my dress to caress my arse cheeks.
Natasha began to whisper. “There’s no better taste or smell than fresh lesbian sex.“
Inside, I was churning but, on the outside, attempted to exude calm.
“You and Veronica looked so sexy together, naked and having sex. Did you like the pictures? Don’t worry, nobody else will see them but they’d look better with three of us naked in them.“
As she whispered in my ear, I felt Natasha’s fingers caressing and exploring my bum, pulling my cheeks apart. My only response to her was to offer a nervous quiet giggle and to run my tongue across her lips. I expected her to accept my tongue onto hers but it was her turn to develop nerves and pull away.
Regaining my composure and after re-adjusting my dress, I moved outside to talk to Ronni and Matthew. Ronni handed me a glass of wine.
“Ron tells me you’re staying with us tonight. You can stay any time you want to.“
Taking my glass of wine and mouthful of it, walking side by side with Ronni, we strolled slowly down the garden, bare feet on the perfectly manicured lawn. Once out of her husband’s earshot, I handed Ronni my phone telling her about Natasha and all that she’d said to me. I watched Ronni’s eyes widen as she looked at the pictures, taken as we’d had sex. She agreed that the pictures looked good and that we looked amazing together.
We were soon eating and socialising as we’d do on any of those gatherings. It was very informal, eating and drinking outside, with Matthew taking charge of the barbecue. I’d downed my first large glass of wine while talking to Ronni as we walked around the back garden. I’d never been a big drinker of alcohol but knowing I’d not be driving home; I could relax a little more than I’d do normally.
With the food eaten and my second glass of wine consumed, I was beginning to feel a tipsy glow for the first time in my life. I needed to slow down but didn’t refuse when offered a third refill.
The night was winding down slowly, one couple and then a second leaving to go home. Ronni disappeared, only to return with nail varnish and bag and telling me to follow her. Led to one corner of the dining room I sat on one of the chairs. She kissed me tenderly on the lips, before sitting on the floor between my bare feet.
Tenderly, Ronni placed my feet on her smooth and toned thighs. I cannot suggest with any certainty that she wasn’t attempting to seduce me but with every touch of my feet and toes, she was turning me on. Sitting at my feet, with my thighs apart and dress short, Ronni didn’t hide that she was looking at the thick white cream of my arousal dribbling from my pussy. As Ronni prepared and painted each of my toenails, I felt my pussy throbbing with greater intensity. To begin with my breathing shallowed but soon became heavy and with each throb of my pussy, I stifled moans of pleasure. I was soon on edge and desperate to orgasm but frustratingly, it just wouldn’t happen.
With my toenails transformed, painted in a deep shade of burgundy and drying, Ronni looked into my eyes. God how I wanted her to touch me, instinctively spreading my thighs wider. She must be some kind of ninja, I thought, when unnoticed Natasha had moved to kneel on the floor behind Ronni.
“Well, it looks like I can see why you smell so delicious. Look how wet you are, Jo.“
It was true, my arousal was dribbling from my pussy lips and between my open thighs, onto the fabric of my dress which covered the dining room chair. With the varnish on my toenails dry, I wiggled my toes in response to seeing Natasha kiss and lick the right side of Ronni’s neck.
Natasha whispered in Ronni’s ear but loud enough for me to hear. “You and Jo are so sexy. I’m glad you’ve finally taken the plunge and had sex. Your secret is safe with me.“
“Jo showed me your text and the pictures. They looked great. Natasha, why didn’t you kiss Jo when she offered you, her tongue?“
My eyes met Natasha’s, I’m sure she was blushing a little. I didn’t expect her to move around Ronni towards me, while remaining on her knees. Wrapping her arms around, Natasha put her mouth to mine. On this occasion, we knew what the other wanted, with open mouths our tongues swirled together kissing passionately. As Ronni painted my toenails and teased my feet, she’d kept me on edge and wanting to orgasm. I needed extra stimulus to tip my body over the precipice. Natasha’s tongue on mine was all I needed. My pussy throbbed and hips bucked. My gasp of pleasure only muffled by our kiss as I began to orgasm and soak my dress.
“Did I make you cum, Jo?“
“Ronni has driven me crazy by painting my toenails but I just couldn’t orgasm. Your kiss made me cum.“
I took another mouthful of wine, leaving another two mouthfuls to drink. I’d never been close to tipsy to that point in my life but well into my third big glass of wine, my inhibitions had disappeared and would describe myself as drunk but my over-riding desire was to sleep.
The only couple left was Natasha and her partner Gareth, who was deep in conversation with Matthew. Ronni jumped to her feet, suggesting I put on one of her dressing gowns and she’d put my dress in the washing machine. In a flash, Ronni had disappeared, hurrying upstairs. Picking up my wine, I downed the remainder in one go.
Ronni had been gone for a few minutes and Natasha had wasted no time flirting with me. I was recalling the kiss we’d shared and the orgasm that followed. I’ll admit to enjoying the attention. The events of the evening; having sex with Ronni, the intimacy of having my toenails painted and drinking too much wine, bought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Reaching under my hair and to the back of my neck, I untied my dress. Turning to face Natasha, I let go of my dress, throwing my hands skywards I giggled, responding to my inhibition free drunken state. I followed it up by kicking away my dress.
”You said you wanted sex with me, Tasha. Here I am, naked for you. I’m all yours.”
Natasha appeared routed to the spot, not knowing what to do. I giggled, moving quickly towards her and immediately wrapped my arms around her offering my mouth and tongue. She pulled away her mouth but cupped and squeezed my arse cheeks.
”You’re naked, Jo. What about Matt and Gareth? They will see you or us having sex.”
”Forget them. I know you’re turned on. You want me.”
I knew my actions and feelings were alcohol driven but I loved the new I found sexual confidence it gave me. I wanted to grind on Natasha’s skirt clad thigh and bring myself to another orgasm. Putting my mouth on hers, we kissed passionately. There was no holding back, Natasha wanted sex as much as I did.
I’ll admit, kissing Natasha while naked was incredible. I fumbled to undo Natasha’s skirt. She had long since kicked away her shoes and just as her skirt pooled on the floor, Ronni giggled and telling us, we were very naughty girls.
Pulling away, the effects of drinking three glasses of wine were taking over. I had no sense of balance and unsteady on my feet. After a few seconds, I managed to steady myself, looked at Ronni and giggled.
”Oops! I’m naked.”
”I love that you’re naked, Jo. And I liked seeing you kissing Tash.”
Ronni had taken off her clothes, while she had been upstairs and put on a silk dressing gown. It was short, barely covering her bum or pussy and made her legs look incredible. She handed me an identical gown and helped me put it on. Natasha meanwhile had put on her skirt and picked up her shoes and my dress before handing it to Ronni.
”We can’t let this go girls. We’ll have to spend a night together soon and enjoy a lesbian three-way.”
From one of the other rooms, Gareth and Matthew appeared, with Gareth announcing it was time to go home. If Ronni hadn’t have come downstairs when she did, I’m certain I’d have had all of Natasha’s clothes off and we’d have been on the way to having sex for the world to see. Gareth moved towards me to kiss me goodnight. At work, when he kissed me, he’d always squeeze my bum and attempt to use his tongue. With my bare arse cheeks easily accessible, he wasted no time taking the opportunity to put his hands on them. Even in my drunken state, I resisted the attempted advances of his tongue. He pulled my body tight against his and oh my god, he was hard.
It was surprising that Natasha was far more reserved with her goodbye kiss, with lips on lips. It was a lingering kiss, combined with an affectionate hug. It held her tight, not allowing her to pull away once our kiss was over. Looking into her eyes, I giggled.
”That’s not a very good goodnight kiss, Tash.”
It was her turn to giggle, before her hands moved down onto my thighs. She leaned forward to put her lips to mine but as if our minds were one, mouths opened and my tongue enticed into her mouth. The passion was instant and obvious, her hands moving under the dressing gown, pulling it up as hands ventured up to my neck. We heard Gareth gasp and Matthew say, ”Oh my god!”
”That was definitely a kiss, Tash.”
The adrenaline rush from that goodnight kiss seemed to negate the effects of the alcohol I’d consumed but no sooner had Natasha and Gareth left, I crashed. Ronni was quick to notice, guiding me to the living room and the sofa. I ended up lying with my head between her breasts, with my legs stretched out on the sofa and not caring that the dressing gown was open, exposing most of my body to Matthew and Ronni. I simply relaxed and closed my eyes.
It was an unofficial understanding that during our regular gatherings or parties, any work-related issues topics of conversation not discussed. Matthew sat in an armchair adjacent to the sofa, giving him an unobstructed view between my open legs.
”You’ll be fully quailed within two weeks. Will that mean, like every other trainee, we’ll be losing you?”
Ronni was quick to scold Matthew for broaching the issue away from the office but I assured them that I wanted to answer the question.
”I’ve no intention of changing jobs. I love my job and think I’m good at it. I love everyone I work with and they all like me.”
”We all adore you, Jo. There isn’t one of us who doesn’t think you’re gorgeous and sexy.”
Opening my eyes for a few minutes, I adjusted my body position a little. I was alert enough to notice the dressing gown had fallen off my left shoulder and hip, leaving only my right breast and shoulder covered.
”I know they’re all attracted to me but they’ll all be disappointed. Between me and you two, I’ve fallen in love with another girl. So, I’m a lesbian. Oh my god! I’ve never admitted that before.”
As I was admitting to loving another girl, I felt Ronni tense up. I’d had too much to drink and Ronni had to be worrying what I might say. There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, before Matthew suggested the girl must be Natasha.
”No way is it Tash. Before tonight, I thought she hated me because of the way Gareth acted around me. We flirted a lot tonight and lost control. She is my kind of girl though, I won’t lie.”
”If I had to take a second guess, I’d say Veronica is the girl. You two are inseparable. You even chose her favourite nail varnish colour.”
”I do love your wife, Matthew. She’s my bestest friend in the whole wide world.”
The alcohol was working. As I said, the whole wide world, I threw my arms out wide and giggled.
”We won’t be telling anyone about your sexuality but who is she, Jo?”
Before I had chance to reply, I’d fallen asleep and the next thing I recall was waking up naked in bed. Spooning me was Ronni, also naked and with her right leg between my thighs. Looking at the bedside clock, I saw it was 5.38a.m. with the room already light. I closed my eyes, shifting my body back and enhancing the body contact between Ronni and me. I felt Ronni’s right leg shift, placing her thigh tight against my pussy, while cupping my left breast with her right hand.