Authors note: Before you begin I would like you to be aware of what it is you have found here. This story is long, and gains momentum at its own pace. It was written contiguously therefore each chapter should ideally be read in order to maintain continuity. They simply were not written to stand-alone. If you're seeking a fast-paced bawdy read, I'm afraid I'll just have to disappoint you. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here.

If on the other hand, this is something that is as fascinating to you as it is to me. Then I hope to provide you with an entertaining tale. All of its characters situations and settings are a product of pure fiction embellished by my imagination. Any errors you may find are all mine too.

I wish you the best of luck and Thank you for reading.

J-stroke

Prologue

(Small office, Big Frustrations)

"Oh God Damn it!" I roared slamming my fist down on the stack of computer printouts, I was reviewing for the umpteenth time. Before the echo of my little outburst died away, my head whipped up in embarrassment to check my door only to find it tightly closed. A relieved sigh slipped past my lips as I glanced around my sparse little office aimlessly as if I might find an answer to my problem hanging somewhere on its unadorned walls. My eyes cast about numbly across the disaster my desk had become over the past few days. The only thing not out of place was my calendar, which happened to be displaying the wrong date. I reached out and roughly slapped the page over to the current day even though it was already well past noon.

I shoved it back toward the corner where it resided and said "There damn it," venting a little more of my anger, "Now I can at least say I got something done today."

I started rubbing at my aching temples staring at the date, August 29th. I chuckled as my tired brain returned to that day some seven years ago when I completed the mind-numbing, fourteen hours of tests to pass my state boards. It earned me the heady title of Certified Public Accountant, but my head felt very much the same at the end of that day as it did right now. I never really expected that I would go out and "make the world a better place" through accurate accounting. However, remaining trapped in a perpetual financial limbo was something I never considered a remote possibility either.

While reviewing my options a few months ago I decided it was time that I started looking for greener pastures, and the sooner the better. My decision to move on was in large part due to a salary that had only increased a paltry 24% from what I was making as a new office assistant fresh out of college. In comparison to some of the positions I'd been looking into recently, the benefits at Continental Casualty and Insurance were pretty much crap as well. Adding a bit of insult to injury, was the fact that in my current position as the "Lead auditor" supervising nine other people still didn't even qualify me for the mid-executive benefits package. (Is it just me or does this place seem kinda cheap?) The only thing holding me back from taking this career life-altering leap was one Clarisse McAllister. She was also referred to by most of the men and a good many of the women here at C.C. & I, as the "Ice Princess."

She was awesome the way she wielded her authority over the entire accounting division. Ruling with an iron fist, you might say from her desk as executive assistant to the V. P. of finance and C.F.O. for the whole company. A casual observer would hardly know the man existed, as she seemed to represent his office in its entirety on the accounting floor. Only a few people ever chose to mess with her, senior managers included. She came to her position from outside the company shortly after the new Vice President was shuffled in as the result of a merger with the Allied Insurance Group over four years ago. She made an immediate impression on everyone at Continental and most certainly on me.

There was always some inane scuttlebutt going around the office about her. One week she was sleeping with this department head, the next she was having an affair with such and such corporate officer, married of course. Common sense told me most of the rumors I heard about her were either spiteful gossip or outright B. S. Although most them fell neatly into those two categories I couldn't help bristling with suppressed anger with each new story that reached my ears. She pushed people to get the work done but I never witnessed her stepping over the line and being abusive with anyone, no matter how much they might have deserved it. The Department heads all but trembled at her approach denying her little. Each of them knew that messing with "Ice princess" could easily result in their careers falling into a potentially fatal tailspin. Her assertive nature and the self-confidence she exuded did tend to put a lot people off. I found it incredibly sexy, her no nonsense attitude, toughness, and classic beauty only accentuated the mystique that surrounded her less than flattering nickname. I was in Love. (Does it show?) Completely unrequited of course, but my fixation with her was total.

In my position I was only rarely caught in McAllister's cross hairs, besides I wasn't afraid of her anyway, (O.K. well not that afraid.) I was usually free to watch in rapt fascination as she passed through the department like a whirlwind leaving all manner of turmoil and consternation in her wake, and what a whirlwind she was. Claire McAllister was without question, the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on, and my baby blues have scoped out quite a few in their time. She moved with the self-assured fluid grace of a skilled dancer, which immediately drew your attention and made it virtually impossible not to notice what a truly striking woman she was.

Now how to describe her, well if you were to ask me I'd just tell you she was a complete and total dish. Okay, okay that's not very helpful let me try that again. I can think of several celebrities she bears at least some resemblance to or parts of her do. For starters think maybe Kate Beckinsale's older sister, but not too much older. She's tall, lithe, and shares similar coloring and facial shape and those gorgeous penetrating eyes. Now give her the lush curvy lips of Mariska Hargitay and you have the beginnings of it. No wait better yet, she looks a lot like the stunning brunette Mary Page Keller, now add in a sprinkle of the saucy Gina Gershon and you have her, almost. Oh hell, she looks like all of them sort of and none exactly. You get the picture though she's beautiful, with strong very feminine features capable of turning heads and breaking hearts wherever she goes. Despite the glitz and glamour of a Hollywood persona, none of these lovely actresses had anything on my girl.

Her hazel eyes captivated you with some kind of indefinable intensity while their color seamed to shift depending on her mood and clothing. The fine laugh lines at the outer corners of her eyes left you with the unmistakable impression that this was no girl peering so intently across the table at you, but 100% pure woman. (Can you tell I've studied for this test?) At this point you may be asking, well what about her bod? Well let me just say that even these statuesque movie stars must have been in line well behind my girl when the good lord was handing out scrumptious curves. Of course, I was only guessing because rumors aside, her personal life was an absolute mystery around the office. I would have to say that she was in her late thirties maybe early forties. Did I mention she was tall? I would put her around five seven perhaps even a bit more. It was so difficult to judge with her always in heels. I don't believe it was her physical presence alone that made her seem so imperious to my coworkers and me. More likely, her innate self-confidence seemed to have people jumping when she merely uttered their names. She also had a disquieting knack for dressing as though she was on her way to a photo shoot for "Office Chic Magazine." If ever there were such a rag Claire McAllister would undoubtedly be their centerfold for life.

I never saw her in anything but a fabulous skirt and blouse or a smart looking dress in the office. On a few very rare occasions, she would come in modeling the female variant of the power suit. I believe they may have been from the Donna Karan collection if I overhead correctly. I only remember form-fitting skirts, in fine tweed or dark pinstripes, a matching jacket, no frills, all very conservative. On her though, the result was stunning. There was no indication within Ms. McAllister's wardrobe of the androgynous slacks or blazers like those so many women in our office donned each day. If I were guessing correctly, she always wore high quality stockings with a lusciously lacy garter belt beneath her pretty skirts, and never pantyhose. (At least in my fantasies that's how it was.) Her waist was slender flaring smoothly to meet nicely proportioned hips perched atop a pair of long shapely legs.

Her bust line was nice and full, if I knew anything about breast sizes I would guess she was at least an overachieving "C" cup but more likely a full firm looking "D." It was a bit difficult to be sure, without getting caught staring at her chest for too long, and that I couldn't afford. For me she epitomized feminine beauty and did so naturally with no need for affectation or trivial head games. The other women in the office always seemed a bit catty when discussing the "Ice Princess." I think they were jealous of her tight curvy body, her incredible fashion sense, and nearly flawless complexion. I could understand it completely. After all, there was no doubt in my mind she had more than enough to inspire such jealously.

I had everything I could do not to drool as she walked past my office. When she spoke, her voice was like honey to my ears. Her rich throaty contralto was enough to melt me in my chair whenever we attended the same staff meetings. Some of my disconsolate office mates seamed to share vivid fantasies of ripping out fistfuls of her perfectly coiffed mane. Hell, I thought her curly auburn locks were one of the least irritating and more fascinating aspects of her appearance. It cascaded midway down her back, swaying rhythmically with her every step it was to me, hypnotic. Nevertheless, what others found irritating even bitchy, I viewed as confidence mixed with a bit of grit. She wasn't here to make anyone happy or feel good about themselves. There was too damned much work to do.

I was never really intimidated by her. (Well maybe just a teensy bit, yeah right!) Nevertheless, I would always go as far as I had to go to keep from raising her ire in any way. Her reputation alone whether deserved or not it was more than enough to keep all of us knuckle-headed accountants in line. Well, most of the time anyway. She was a force to be reckoned with, as I was soon to find out. In less than two insane, magical, nerve-wracking weeks, she would transform my life completely. From the utterly mundane existence of a mid level corporate accountant to heights, so spectacular that my wildest dreams were but a pale shadow of what my life has since become.

Chapter 1

First Friday

(Share the Fun)

Two aspirin later, my head was still throbbing to the beat of a drummer I didn't much like. I was beginning to dream about how nice it would be to get out of here in a few hours. I wanted to escape this stupid audit that just wouldn't balance even more than just being freed from my tiny office. (The only real perk that came with my promotion) I was stuck bellybutton deep in it and it wasn't going away on its own. I couldn't make the claims authorizations and settlement totals agree and it was really pissing me off. I was dealing with our dreaded seven-state South East region. It's been a frequent trouble child for everyone in the division, not just me. Running east from Louisiana and north as far as Virginia, it was the area with highest claims activity whenever there was a major weather event. I had a nearly identical problem the last time I had been stuck auditing this region about three years ago. We rotated regions through the department on a periodic basis to help prevent staff burnout from dealing with the same exact drudgery day after day. (One of my more brilliant innovations since being promoted.) My memory returned for a moment to when I was on my way to lunch and passed the Ice princess's desk earlier today. I told her the problems I was having briefly and mentioned the similarities to the audit three years ago. Her interest seemed genuine but she couldn't offer me any helpful insights to bring it around. I left for a vending machine lunch knowing the damn thing would be waiting in my office to swallow up my entire afternoon.

Three years ago, I was struggling to use our new "streamlined system" pushed on us by the new CFO. For me it wasn't an easy transition because it contradicted what I had been doing here at C.C. & I. for all four years prior to his arrival. It did make the audit process easier and substantially faster but did so by eliminating many of the crosschecks and procedures we relied on in our old system. At the time, I wasn't new to doing regional audits by any means, but the omissions and assumptions allowed by the new system were foreign to me. When I had so much trouble reconciling my first one, I decided to rerun the entire audit reverting to the techniques I was more familiar with. The results I came up with were alarming, hell frightening to someone in my profession. Deciding to bring it to the attention of the "Ice Princess" seemed to be the only choice I had left.

I was so angry, embarrassed, and yes a little scared, that I was forced to involve her, I was on the verge of tears. This was something I should have been able to handle on my own easily. By that point, I was already hopelessly enamored with her and was really freaked when I finally went to see her. She quickly put me at ease with her patient listening and willingness to help. After explaining to her in detail, twice, what I had uncovered, she calmly helped me collect all of my notes, audit materials, and give them to her. I was told this was to be expected occasionally, that everything would be fine and I wasn't to worry. She also made a point of telling me I shouldn't mention her involvement to anyone. I thought it was somewhat odd but I was so relived to get out from under the infuriating job I didn't think to question it.

I didn't want to have to bring this one to her either, so I started checking over everything once more to make damn sure I hadn't made some stupid mistake. It seemed a wise course, since the discrepancy this time was huge! It was approaching $25 million dollars worth of huge! I was shitting bricks trying to figure out why. It was so much bigger than that last one I had been involved in that I was getting a little scared of what it might mean to the company as a whole. You see back in 2003 in the aftermath of hurricane Lily, operating budgets all over the company had been slashed right after that audit went bad. I could only imagine the horrors that a shortfall of $25 million would cause. The first one was a shade under $6 million, which was nothing to sneeze at, but I was really sweating this monster. My throbbing skull coupled with my spate of unbidden daydreaming left me completely unprepared when the "Ice Princess" appeared alongside my desk late that Friday afternoon. I was so lost in the nightmarish scenarios of what might befall the company and my department when this disaster was posted that I completely missed her quiet entry into my office. Hell, I didn't snap out of it until she said my name for the second time.

"Jane."

"Jane."

"Uh, yes," I stammered as I slowly swept my eyes across the papers piled recklessly all over my desk. My gaze wandered past her beautifully manicured nails resting on the only cleared space. Traveling upward along the arms of her stylishly ruffled silk blouse my eyes drifted over the swell of her lovely chest straining against the thin material. When my vision settled upon her wide set hazel eyes, I had to blink to clear my head. If nothing else I had to make sure she wasn't a hallucination induced inside my over-wrought brain.

"Sorry to have to throw this at you now Jane, but I need you to complete that history on overseas businesses we discussed earlier this week. It has to be on Mr. Adams desk first thing Monday morning," she told me with no ambiguity in her tone. "You do remember it Jane? It has to cover the policies we've written for the last five years, with the details we covered in Tuesday's staff meeting."

Stunned I barked, "Why Does he need it so damn fast? It's not due until the middle of the month and I haven't even got anyone started on it yet," I blurted out forgetting for a moment exactly whom I was addressing and instantly wishing I had softened my tone.

She folded her arms across her chest as she straightened and answered, "He's traveling to China next week with our C. E. O. and the chairman of Elmwood Industrial Tools. Their schedule has been pushed up and he has to have that report to review before the trip in order to land what's looking like an important new account."

I didn't think too much of Clifton Adams and didn't know our chief exec. I tried not to let my opinion of him show when I snapped back at her, "And no doubt, they'll need to use it as a baseline for milking max premiums out of the poor bastard."

"No doubt," she answered with a slight knowing smile, "Elmwood does have three new factories over there in need of blanket policies it could be really big for us."

"Christ on a crutch Claire there goes my whole damn weekend and I had plans too," I barked while my weary brain tried to calculate the mountain of work that had just landed in my lap.

I didn't really have much for plans beyond a few hours Saturday morning. I signed up as an instructor at my local community center teaching a basic self-defense to housewives and teenaged girls. I hated to beg out on the class but when I agreed to help out, I was entirely up front with them. I made it perfectly clear that if there were a scheduling conflict my job would to take precedence. Teaching that class was the only way I could insure myself any kind of workout at least once a week. Physically I was slender but that didn't happen by accident, it took some discipline on my part to stay in shape.

The Dojo where I used to train had closed a few months ago. Just before I was ready take my Dan-examination to earn my first black belt. When it closed it left me with nowhere to train or work out and wearing only a brown belt. It's silly I know, but the wrong color belt was making me feel like a bridesmaid stuck with a very expensive but ugly dress, and no prospects for wearing the pretty white one I really wanted. Anyway, helping to instruct the class was the best I could do until I found myself a new place to train. Hell even a ninth degree black belt would start getting rusty if their skills went unused for too long. This was all beside the point damn it, I enjoyed every minute of my time off from Continental, and at the miserly wages they parted with, I deserved it.

I glanced at the clock and did a double take before erupting, "Good god Claire it's 3:15 Friday friggin afternoon how the hell am I going to pull this all together by Monday morning?"

Frantically trying to think of anything that might save me from a looming professional disaster I protested lamely, "The best I can do in that amount of time is a rough summary anyway."

"You know it won't be any good to him without the specifics Jane. He is going to need the claims histories, rider details, premiums paid, lawsuits, the rate schedules, everything. Just give it your best effort Jane," she said without any flexibility in her tone.
I weakly nodded my acquiescence and asked waving my hands over the piles on my desk, "What about the audit?"

She replied quickly with a sigh and a nod, "It will just have to wait."

I fired back, "Good, because it's a bloody mess, it's even worse than the one back three years ago, God how I hate doing this region!"

Her right eyebrow arched up (which I thought was totally cool) and she asked, "How bad is it?"

Blowing out a nervous sigh, I answered reluctantly, "almost 25 million this time. There were a lot of claims and some were damn big too, but none of that should have led to this kind of discrepancy."

With a thoughtful expression she asked, "The same pattern you spotted the first time?"

"Exactly, in fact it's damn near identical," I answered with confidence before adding, "Only this time the differentials on them are bigger and nearly every item coincides with a very large settlement."

"Damn it," was all she could muster before ordering the certain death of my weekend. "Just do the report, pull some people for overtime I'll get it authorized and we'll look into the audit next week."

With my weak protests vanquished like a toothless dragon, I didn't say another word for fear of pissing her off any further. I certainly didn't want or need that. My panic finally subsided as I silently gazed up at the arresting features of her pretty face. Aimlessly scanning, I traced along each graceful arch of her brow, and then trailed my gaze along her small straight nose. Sweeping across the curves of her full shapely lips that I found formed into a slight smile. Even her damn ears were sexy with the tasteful single pearl earrings. I finished my visual survey at the perfectly tied ribbon forming a small bow at her lovely throat. It was as much as my tired mind could process for a few moments as I avoided confronting the hell my weekend had just become.

Finally breaking the spell Claire said, "I'm really sorry to have to do this to you Jane, if it will be any help I'll be here late today and all day tomorrow too. Just give a shout if I can be of any help to you."

"Thanks," I answered dejectedly.

"I'll need all the help I can lay my hands on." As those words glibly tripped off my tongue, I broke into a guilty grin, as the image forming in my head had to do with laying my hands on her pretty silk blouse, more precisely what was hidden just beneath it.

Before she turned and left my office she added, "I assigned this to you because it has to be done properly, and you don't disappoint me Jane."

I sat stunned at my desk for a minute, watching as she walked out my door back toward her own desk. Her fabulous hips swaying under the form fitting, delicious looking, Italian silk skirt she was wearing distracted me momentarily. She is such a total dish, (God I had it bad!) What a parting line, "You don't disappoint me," like I needed that extra pressure! My hand fell limply into my lap as my eyes tracked her movements. Seconds later I realized I had been unconsciously stroking along my zipper as I watched her lovely ass and legs carry her away from my torture chamber. I felt a flush of excitement surge through my body as my eyes followed her progress. My nipples tingled with excitement pressing hard against the fabric of my blouse. I was beginning to think I could orgasm from just watching her walk. Well the fingertips touching the fabric covering my pussy weren't exactly dampening my enthusiasm either. (Thank god for the modesty panel on my desk.) Not normally, one to masturbate at my desk during working hours, I swore under my breath that woman would be my undoing someday. I just only wanted to make her cum once, really hard before that happened.

She finally turned toward her office leaving my view and my pussy horny as all hell. I was at the verge of lapsing into a full-scale depression now that my weekend, hell my whole life had been consumed by my job. Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I decided I had best get my own tight little buns in gear if I was going to have any chance of getting Adams his dumbass report by Monday. I did have an ace in the hole I hoped I draw on for this nightmare and he was lurking some where deep in the bowels of the computer room. With my luck today, he probably didn't bother showing up for work, or worse he already skipped out early to go do his dopey hang gliding. (What a reckless stupid sport, a person could get killed, sheesh!) I gathered the audit materials clearing my desk, and flopped them in a heap on the credenza in the back of my office. With that done, I spun around snatching the phone from the cradle and punched in the number for the computer room.

"I. S., Dan speaking," a youthful male voice answered.

A huge wave of relief swept over me before I even said a word, "Database Dan, how's my favorite computer gnome?"

"Hi Janie, Whaddya need?" he asked with all the excitement of someone who was just told he needed a root canal.

I answered truthfully, "I need a fucking miracle buddy, do you have any of those laying around down there?"

His friendly laughter added to my brief sense of relief but with what I was about to dump on him it couldn't last. He stopped just long enough to ask, "You sound desperate girlie whassup?"

"The Ice princess just handed me a real turd and let me tell you it was a whopper, "I chuckled becoming slightly infected with Dan's good humor.

Feebly trying to assert his manly role in the conversation, he ordered, "Spill it chiqua, I live for miracles, like getting you to go out on a date."

I felt a brief twinge of guilt for stringing Dan along the way I was about to but I let any mention of an actual "date" pass. I hadn't told a sole in the office I was strictly a woman's woman and wasn't about to start out with that rumor mill of the I.S. department. The slightest whisper of juicy gossip unleashed in I.S. would spread through the entire company like a wind driven wildfire. If Dan had delusions of bagging me, and it helped me get what I needed from him, then so be it. In all honesty, I never really encouraged him. I just didn't discourage him any more than was strictly necessary.

"O. K. Danny boy you asked for it, I need a database search for every policy we've written on any business with a facility on foreign soil for the last five years, a full account history everything." Taking a quick breath during the seconds of stunned silence, I plunged ahead with the coups de grâce, "I need it done no later than tomorrow afternoon so I can check it through it all and summarize the majority of it by Monday morning."

There was no sound coming through to my ear and I was afraid the connection might have been broken or worse he just hung up on me, so in a pensive tone I asked, "Dan...Dan...you still there?"

"Yeah I'm still here," the good humor in his, voice just a minute ago was only a memory.

I could almost picture him shaking his head in disbelief before he said, "You weren't shitting about that miracle were you?"

"Nope, can you do it?" I asked holding my breath unconsciously.

As cocky and self-assured as ever Dan delivered his verdict "If you would have asked anyone else down here the answer would be no, but since you got a hold of me, the answer is yes, Jane dear, of course."

Trying to squeeze just a little more out of him I asked, "Is there any chance you can automate the search to spit the results to me in batches?"

Sarcasm was dripping from his tone when he quipped, "You don't want much do you?"

"Just the moon and stars baby," I added sweetly to stoke his masculine ego and help grease the skids just a little.

Dan gave a sigh of long-suffering into the phone before he continued, "I'm going to have to baby-sit this dinosaur all friggin' night just in case it decides to choke on your search, it's gonna be huge ya know. Ah Jesus, five years takes us back to before the goddamn merger," he groaned.

I felt a little bad for Dan but at least he'd be done and outta here tomorrow while my whole weekend might end up in the crapper.

I finally added, "Hey bud what the Ice Princess wants she gets, Capisce."

His lusty sigh before he spoke told me that Dan would do his best, "Yeah I fucking Capisce, I'll start writing the code now and you should have your first batch of results in your email by, Oh, seven o'clock, good enough?"

"Awesome stud, you're the best," I cooed for Dan's benefit.

False hopes or not I was going to do whatever it took to keep from disappointing the fetching Ms. McAllister.

Now came the part I liked the least about my job, it was time to go screw up someone else's weekend. In this case, I thought it would take at least two someone's. Opening the bottom drawer of my desk, I pulled out what I thought of as my not-so-secret weapon. It was a cheesy ploy I came up with to gain the assistance of the people but it worked every time, almost. It was a clear acrylic clipboard and two sheets of paper. The top page was the employee seniority list with all of my people highlighted. The second page that could easily be read through the clear clipboard had the words "De Marco's Shit list" spelled out in very large print at the top with a numbered column centered on the page. The bold type even read backwards, told everyone on my team that resistance was futile. I would have the volunteers I needed. My list only ever contained four names and the bottom three had been lined through when the members of my team reconsidered my request for a bit of reasonable overtime.

The lone name on the list not lined through belonged to a former employee who thought it was a good idea to test the new boss. He was an auditor senior to me who thought he was in line for the job when I got the nod. The little prick really pushed the limits of my patience until I showed him that I was willing to push back. I never had to do anything to him, never getting a chance. The big wuss quit shortly after our confrontation. His departure did help me though. My willingness to go toe to toe with this guy set an example for the rest of my people. So far, it hasn't required a repeat performance. The fact that I was even carrying the clear clipboard sent the message to my team that I wasn't fooling around. When I was first promoted, I developed the habit of staying behind to help those who I assigned to stay late. I believed that a supervisor should never slip away to go home without a care after screwing up someone else's personal life. I figured it was a shitty way to treat the people I had to count on to do the job everyday. I saw too many other managers do it and lose the respect of those that worked for them.

Marching out of my office and into the cube farm where my people worked, I barked, "Everybody, conference room now."

Without slowing, I strode into the room and turned to face the doorway to wait for all nine of my team entered one after the other.

"Jack, would you please close the door," I asked as the last of them stepped inside.

Holding the clipboard against my chest under crossed arms, I glanced at each person in turn as they all found seats and waited for me to begin.

Without preamble I told them, "I have been handed an assignment that will likely take all weekend to complete, and it absolutely must be on V.P. Adams desk by Monday morning," I stopped there to let that sink in make sure they got a good look at the clipboard.

"What I am looking for, is at least two volunteers to help out with a complete account history on every policy on any facility in a foreign country for the past five years." I decided long ago that it was best to tell them what I needed in plain English. I detested bullshitting people to win them over and wasn't any good at it anyway. (I would have starved to death in sales.)

After the chorus of groans died down, I paused a few seconds before giving them the details, "It will include claims history, premiums paid, lawsuits, rider specifics, and the rate schedules the whole shooting match, Adams needs it to try and rope in three major facilities in China owned by Elmwood Industrial."

Steve, always the first to voice what the rest were thinking, "Christ Jane that's going to be a mammoth report are sure he will even be able to carry it?"

I wanted to laugh with the rest of them but carefully schooled my features before answering his wisecrack, "I don't care if it takes a forklift to get it out of the building, he will have all the information that he needs to land this account."

To let them know exactly what my expectations were for them I added, "I will not allow this department to be the cause of any failure on his part, this is a plumb of an account and Continental can really use the cash after the zillions we put out on Katrina."

Walter spoke up next with his irritating nasal twang, "I believe I detect some icy fingerprints on this dirty little job."

I stared the little smartass down for a few seconds to let him know he was out of line even though his guess was dead on. I told them all, "Actually, I do have some good news, first Dan in I. S. is already working on the database search and The Ice...Ms. McAllister has offered her help tonight and all day tomorrow if it is needed."

I didn't want to waste any more time and stated flatly, "I'm giving Allison a free pass on this one because she has a new baby to at home and that is far more important than Adams silly report, or even Elmwood Industrial. So that leaves the eight of you to decide who will be staying for the overtime..."

I paused for a few seconds to let them size up the situation before letting the other shoe drop, "...or I'll do for you."

Steve chimed in with a silly grin on his face, "Hey I'll volunteer to go feed Allison's baby if she decides to stay."

We all grinned at his silly remark but I knew a little something about Allison the he didn't, "Nice try Steve, but unless you can express some milk right here for us big boy, you're not qualified for the job."

Allison stuck out her tongue at him and everyone else joined in the laughter at his less than clever evasive maneuver.

Retaking control of the meeting, I said much to his dismay, "Since that didn't work out quite the way you expected Stevie, I will put you down as my first official volunteer."

Groaning theatrically and laying his head on the conference table, he answered in a defeated tone, "Alright slave driver, you win."

With no one, else speaking up I glanced down at the clipboard and mumbled quietly under my breath about hating to resort to the seniority list but would if I had to... Sue spoke up asking seriously, "Hey if I volunteer for the weekend duty can I maybe have Monday off?"

"Done!" I answered her.

As an after thought I added, "You too Stevie poor baby, I shouldn't have any trouble at all smoking that one past McAllister."

I turned the group loose but said to my two volunteers, "Dan said he will be getting us our first batch of data around seven o'clock."

After a quick glance at my watch I added, "It's just now four, so I suggest you get out of here, go grab a bite to eat and freshen up. We'll reassemble back here by seven and get right to work, Thanks guys."

They filed out the door and when I was finally alone I smiled, relieved that this had gone so well. I was proud of my people and was pretty sure I had the best team in the company. As I headed back to my office, the unhappy noises from my own stomach told me that I should heed my own advice. After tucking away my silly clipboard, I hooked my purse off the credenza and headed for the elevators.

Chapter 2

(Self-Aware)

I had to pass the C.F.O.'s office on my way and poked my head inside to let McAllister know what was happening since she had been nice enough to offer to stay late and help. Transfixed I stood outside her domain to drink in her beauty for a moment watching her work. It reaffirmed for me why leaving this company was going to be so hard for me. It felt like I was caught in some kind of sorcerer's spell, or would that be sorceress. (My god she was hot, hell she was smoking.) Finally deciding I was being more than a little rude, I cleared my throat to draw her attention, "I've got Dan in I. S. running the Dbase search and Steve, Sue, and I are going to meet back here around 7:00 when he says we'll get the first of the data."

She looked up with a smile and said, "Sounds great, where are you headed now?" indicating my purse as the reason for her inquiry.

I looked downward at it and then smiled finally answering her embarrassed by my dull wits, "I told the others to get out of here and get something to eat and relax for a bit. I figured that way at least we won't have to be fighting hunger as well as fatigue tonight."

Claire beamed from behind her desk saying, "Good thinking, hey, do you mind if I join you?"

Taken aback slightly, I stuttered, "Ah, no, please do. I'm heading over to Romero's café on Riverside, they make the best pasta in town."

"Ah... Jane, have you by any chance been near a window at all this afternoon?" she asked.

Answering her polite query I said, "Well no, I've been sealed inside my dungeon all day, why?"

Claire's smile widened at my quip before pulling her own purse from a drawer and answering me, "There's one hell of a storm brewing outside. " Unless you enjoy getting soaked to the skin I'd say you might want to reconsider a trip over to Romero's."

She stalked purposefully past me and said, "Come on I know a place that's good over in the Baker building and we can take the skyway all the way there."

I didn't have to think twice about following those beautifully swaying hips and fell right in step behind her until we passed the huge windows lining the hallway near the bank of four elevators. Through the torrents pounding on the plate-glass, I saw the ugly, greenish/yellow tinge in the ominous dark skies and couldn't help whistling at the force of the storm. The elevator announced its arrival on the nineteenth floor with a thin "ding" just as a blinding bolt of lighting stabbed across the sky. When the thunderclap came almost immediately afterward, it vibrated through the whole building as I followed Claire's lovely four-inch Prada heels onto the elevator.

I slumped into the corner so I could steal an occasional glance at her without being caught staring. Claire placed herself near the control panel and pushed the button for the second floor. The elevator doors closed and we started descending without a word.

I decided to break the uncomfortable silence and stated, "That really is a nasty looking storm out there."

Claire started to answer but got out no more than, "I sure wouldn't want to get caught out in..."

Before she could finish her thought, the lights flicked several times and then the elevator jolted to a jarring stop and we were plunged into complete darkness and silence.

"Whoa," I said as my hands stretched out searching for support along the sides of the car.

For several seconds that felt more like minutes, my mind raced, trying to get a grip on what had happened. I casually offered my conclusion to Claire, "I think maybe the building must have been hit by lightning."

My brilliant deduction drew only a frightened whimper in response. Cocking my ear toward where I last remembered her standing I asked, "Claire, are you O.K.?"

The sobs I heard were not loud but I knew instinctively that the supremely composed Claire McAllister was for some reason completely terrified.

Not knowing what else to do I announced a bit more forcefully than necessary inside the enclosed box, "Claire stay still, I'm coming over to you."

Taking three cautious steps forward I began reaching out for the doors I figured where right in front of me. Making contact with the cool stainless steel, I carefully moved to my left following the smooth panels until I felt my outstretched fingers bump across the control buttons and I knew I must now be pretty close to her. Before moving any further, I felt around carefully on the panel until I located the emergency stop switch and snapped it into the "on" position. The alarm bells would alert us instantly when the power came back on but the elevator wouldn't start moving again until we were prepared for it. I was a little surprised that the bell didn't start ringing immediately because it should have been wired into the emergency system. I had something a bit more important to occupy my mind and let the thought slip away.
At the snap of the switch, I heard a very soft tear choked plea, "Jane?" coming from just a few feet away.

More softly and calmly than I really felt, I announced, "I'm reaching for you now Claire, hold still."

With my left hand, I groped in the darkness and true to form, with the rest of my luck today my hand found its way straight to Claire's full soft breast. For a fleeting second or maybe two, I froze there as my brain processed what my fingers were touching but I quickly slipped my hand upward reaching for Claire's shoulder before taking a small step forward. I was right in front of her now and she reacted with the speed of pure panic, drawing me into a fiercely tight embrace. I was shocked by the desperation I could feel coming from the woman I always saw as so very cool and controlled in the office was now a complete nervous wreck. I tried to soothe the trembling "Ice Princess" and wrapped my arms tenderly around her.

"Shhhh, its O.K. now, I'm here with you," I said repeatedly while caressing her soft curls until I felt her relaxing very slightly. After a few minutes of this she clamed enough to lay her head on my shoulder.

I promised her softly, "I won't leave you until the lights are back on, O. K."

I was rewarded with the slightest nod against my shoulder. Breathing a bit easier now I knew with at least a little confidence that things weren't going to get any worse, but of course they did. Without the constant need to reassure Claire, my active imagination was free to wander, and oh my god did it.

The smell of Claire's perfume and softness of her hair were the first assaults on my senses, the situation hit me like a thunderbolt and I reeled with the conflicting emotions roaring through my mind in the total darkness. I became immediately conscious of my breasts pressing firmly into Claire's and with that errant thought, my libido kicked into high gear. My nipples began tingling and stiffening, I silently prayed that she wouldn't notice. Wanting to avoid any difficulty between us later, I tried to create at least a bit of space between my body and hers.

Sensing the change in my posture Claire clutched me even more tightly and tearfully begged, "No, don't leave me."

To steady myself I was forced to push my leg forward for balance, it inadvertently slipped between Claire's thighs until the snug material of her skirt prevented further movement.

Mentally thanking the lord for even the smallest mercies, I reassured her that I wasn't going anywhere, "its O.K. hon I'm not leaving, don't worry, it's alright."

As the minutes ticked by with my body pressed tightly against Claire's curvy form I began thinking about how easy it would be to take advantage of this situation. I had to redirect my thoughts back to the mundane numbers that ruled my life to prevent my building sexual craving from giving me permission to do something incredibly stupid. Oh, god it was hard though! The rational part of my overloaded brain had to fight to keep control. The thought of what a foolish a mistake that would be sent chills up my spine. Holding the woman in my arms would have to content me even if there was no passion in the embrace only fear. I decided I would have to be satisfied with the warmth and closeness of her body for however long the power stayed out and leave the rest to my fantasies later, much later.

Even though my mind had made a rational and correct decision, my body seemed to have its own agenda. The sensations of our close contact were working overtime on my involuntary responses. My damn jacket had fallen open when Claire seized me in her fright. My barely B-cups rarely needed a bra and I hadn't bothered with one this morning. I was just positive that Claire could feel my nipples digging into her flesh like the two rock hard pebbles they were. Our bellies and thighs pushing against each other were eliciting an even deeper response from my body. Within a few minutes I could feel my natural lubricant begin to flow, just a trickle at first, but the longer I held on to her sweet smelling body the greater the sensation became. For a few seconds I nearly panicked when I thought I caught a whiff of my own arousal and hoped to hell Claire hadn't. Finally deciding that I was only my over active imagination I relaxed a little. For the longest time, I simply smiled in the darkness entertaining private notions of how wonderful it would be to slip my hands downward to caress that luscious rump or give it a firm two-handed squeeze. Only a Herculean effort kept my hands safely above her waist. As I fought to push that delightful but not very helpful image from my mind, the lights abruptly popped back on and the alarm bell began its strident ringing.

Neither of us moved for several seconds but when I finally felt Claire lift her head off my shoulder, I turned and looked over her captivating features. Mesmerized for a second I watched as the fear in her eyes was replaced by fiery intelligence returning. I sensed the tension and fear fading gradually from her muscles. I relaxed my grip preparing to release her, but before stepping over to the control panel to silence the irritating alarm bell, I don't know why but I gave Claire a reflexive peck on the cheek.

Astonished by my own behavior I quickly tried to cover myself with the hurried question, "Are we alright now?"

Claire gave me a look which I interpreted as an expression of sincere gratitude and answered, "Yes, thank you, I , I, think I'm O.K. now," but her hand still gripping my arm trembled.

I gave her a curt nod before snapping the alarm button "off" and the descending car was once again plunged into a roaring silence.

I didn't want her to dwell on the impromptu kiss, so I glanced at my watch for a second and asked nervously breaking the silence, "Where is this restaurant you were talking about?"

I then added, "We've been stuck in here for a little over twenty-five minutes by my watch so we still have plenty of time to go eat if you feel up to it."

"It's the ah ... Hunan over on fifth I think," Claire answered her husky voice sounding unsure while she still seemed to be having some trouble gathering her wits.

"They do wonderful Szechwan and Cantonese, and they are very quick, so yeah we should still go," she stated with a little more certainty coming through in her voice.

I jumped when she reached out and squeezed my hand saying, "Jane, thank you so much, I think I owe you dinner and at least some explanation for what we've been doing here for the last half hour."

As we came to a stop and the doors opened onto the second floor and Claire made to walk past me without any further comment, but I didn't release her hand and stated flatly, "Claire, you don't owe me, anything."

She turned to face me, with her free hand reached up, and very softly cupped my cheek before saying, "Yes my friend, I do, and you'll be getting both, now lets get moving."

With that, she strode out of the elevator and I was left to resume my position of trailing behind her watching her purposeful strides and swaying hips and contemplating new meanings for the word "friend."

The storm outside continued to rage and it had effectively killed off most of the restaurant's dinner rush so we were seated as soon as we stepped through the door. I suggested that Claire order since she already knew the menu and we had little time to waste. She ordered two Phoenix meals number (2) please with extra steamed rice and black coffee for us both.

My curiosity was somewhat piqued and I had to ask, "Number two?"

Claire grinned and answered, " that's how spicy on a scale from one to five."

"One night feeling a little brave I ordered it 'number four', it made me sweat and gave me a runny nose before I was half way through my dinner," she explained with exaggerated fanning motions.

After our coffee arrived and the waitress left us Claire leaned forward and asked quietly, " Jane do you remember about ten years ago a little girl in Texas getting trapped in an abandoned well?"

"Yeah, I think I do, Baby Jessica wasn't it?" I responded to her odd question.

With a very serious expression and her eyes staring but not really seeing, Claire answered slowly, "Yes it was, and twenty five years before her, it happened to me, on our old farm in western Oklahoma,"

A visible shudder ran through her. She reached across the table to clutch my hand as said, "I was almost four years old at the time, and it took close to half a day before a neighbor helping in the search figured out where I was."

With a quaver creeping into her tone she went on, "It took the better part that day and the next before my father with the neighbors helping could dig me out of it. Back in those days it all had to be done by hand."

Returning her tight grip I couldn't help gasping out, "Oh my god, you poor dear, were you hurt?"

Claire went on haltingly, "Not badly but unlike baby Jessica who was much younger and supposedly has no recollection of her ordeal. I remember it all, vividly, the silence the darkness the isolation. All those same feelings came crashing down on me in that elevator today."

Holding her hand up preventing me from commenting further she added, "When the lights went out and the elevator grew so quiet today, it all came flooding back in graphic detail. Until I heard your voice and felt you close to me, I was that terrified little four year old girl all over again."

I was dumbfounded at her revelation and didn't know how to respond but finally said, "My god that must have been horrible for you," and felt silly for saying something so dense but I was at a loss for anything better to say.

She paused to sip some water in an obvious effort to steady herself and went on despite my lame interruption, "I needed that contact, that closeness today or I'm positive you would be escorting me to an asylum right now instead of sitting down to dinner. I really had convinced myself that I had put that behind me but I guess those scars run deeper than I imagined."

I don't know if my relief was visible but I shuddered in my own personal horror thinking how close I came to fucking up in epic proportions today inside that darkened elevator. Silently thanking my lucky stars, I hadn't done anything as stupid as making an overtly sexual move on a woman who was clearly traumatized. I gave her and myself another few moments of silence to recover our wits.

Looking me in the eye she said with total sincerity, "If you hadn't been there and come over to me like you did, I think would have gone totally nuts today, and they would be fitting me for a straight jacket about now."

Astonished by what I was hearing I said, "I wasn't really sure what to do, I just reacted. I'm only glad I could help you, when it mattered most."

Claire's smile slowly came back and she admitted, "I don't think anyone else would have been as much help. You have a cool head in a crisis, you're sharp as a tack, and are someone who is easy to trust. I think that's why I've always been so fond of you."

Completely caught off guard now, my cheeks flushed hotly at the compliment and for a moment, I couldn't even look at her and instead smiled down at the tabletop.

She gave a throaty chuckle and added, "I suppose my fearsome reputation as the "Ice Princess" is shot for good with you."

Before I could protest in self-defense, she cut me off with a stern glare but her smile never wavered, "Don't you think for a minute that I don't know what I'm called around the office."

Smiling again, I looked up right into Claire's eyes and answered her truthfully, "Your secret's safe with me, you know that."

Before I could stop myself from planting my foot squarely in my mouth, I added, "Besides, Claire I've never thought of you in that way."

My embarrassment was instantly doubled when she suggestively asked the natural follow up question, "Oh? So tell me Jane, how exactly do you think of me?"

In that moment, my blush sped from my hairline down to my collar. I was pretty sure she was only teasing me at least, that is, what I was hoping. I offered her a retort in the same vein in an effort to deflect her jibe, "If only you knew, Claire.... If only you knew."

We shared a good-natured laugh together before Claire possibly sensing my discomfort piped in with a smirk and an upraised brow, "Do you want to know another little secret that should kill-off the "Ice Princess" rep. for good?" she asked.

My self-consciousness slowly ebbed, but I only nodded still not trusting myself to say much more yet.

Chuckling softly she offered, "Because of that stupid well I just had to play on umpteen years ago, in the middle of Nowheresville Oklahoma. I'm a forty-two year old woman who navigates the shark-infested corporate world all day but can't go to sleep at night without a nightlight."

I laughed along with her at the self-deprecating remark. I was surprised and happy that Claire felt comfortable enough with me to be freely sharing these very private tidbits about her life.

Our meals arrived at last and we ate quickly in companionable silence, with the chopsticks neither of us could seem to master providing a touch of comic relief. No communication was necessary other than a glance, a smile or a bit of shared laughter.

We arrived back in the office by seven and I flew to my computer anxiously checking for email. Dan, as good as his word had the first batch of data already waiting there.

I glanced over at Claire who had followed along to my office and stated, "Dan really is good you know, somebody aught to get him a raise or at least authorize some overtime for him before he starts looking for a better opportunity."

Claire answered absently glancing over my shoulder at the screen, "His overtime will be covered don't worry Jane. I wish I could do better, but the budget just can't handle it, especially now."

She added poking my arm and teasing, "Aw hell, I'll bet he might settle with getting his ashes hauled, don't you Jane?"

Absorbed in the numbers flashing across me screen, I blurted out distractedly, "Sorry you're on your own with that one honey, can't help ya with there. Boys just aint' my cup of tea, not even that one."

The second the words were out of my mouth, I froze in a total mental paralysis. I could only stare straight ahead immobile, hands suspended above the keyboard waiting for a gasp or horrified shriek, but Claire didn't make a sound. I very slowly turned my head to look in her direction just knowing I really blew it this time. As she made to leave my office, any hopes I had that she may have missed my flip comment were dashed for forever. She paused in the doorway just long enough to give me an odd look over her shoulder under an upraised brow before disappearing from view.

Her look confirmed my worst fears and I just wanted to cry as I sat groaning with my head cradled in my hands. I had gained more understanding into what made the woman of my dreams tick today than I had in all the years I spent working with her. I was devastated that I had totally pissed away what little closeness we had built with a few unguarded words. Finally coming to the very unhappy conclusion, "what's done is done." I chastised myself for harboring such unrealistic dreams anyway, finally mumbling to myself, "As if you were going to lure her into your bed any way, stupid girl."

My soured mood didn't have much time to mellow when I watched my two "volunteers" waltz in almost half an hour late. To say I was a little miffed didn't quite cover it and I started barking orders before either had a chance to even hang up their raincoats or fold the umbrellas they carried.

"Steve you're on layout and formatting. I want two entries on each page provided there's room for all the information. I want columns for claims, suits, and premiums add the rider details as footnotes beneath them if there is space. The rate schedules are mostly periodic so add them at the back of each group they affect as they change over time. Go ahead and reduce the font sizes if you have to but keep it legible, please keep in mind who will be reading it."

I turned toward Sue, steam rolling right ahead and barked at her, "You get to sort out the raw data as it comes in from Dan into coherent categories ready for Steve to plug into the form he gins up. I want it broken down first by client and then each separate facility keeping the chronology intact understood?"

They both nodded but before they went off to begin their long night's work, softening my imperious tone a bit I added, "Thanks guys, ah... Sue I'll be over to help out with the sorting as soon as I get this cover page composed and figure out how the hell to approach the summary for this monstrosity, alright?"

Steve smiled wickedly and asked me, "Since the "Ice Princess" has so graciously deigned to help us lowly troglodytes, what dirty little job have you decided on for her?"

Not even trying to match his impudent leer I answered, "She gets to be our bindery, that way she can be the final arbiter on what goes in and what can be dumped, but shhh I haven't told her yet."

Sue piped in also grinning, "Ooo, I like it girlfriend, nifty way for you to dodge that sticky decision making process."

I chuckled at the insolent pair and said, "That is why I get the big bucks," before shooing them away to get to work.

Things were progressing well if a little too slowly for my liking. It was a quarter to twelve when I finally called everything to a halt. I gathered everyone over at Sue's cube where she, Claire, and I, had been grinding down the voluminous raw data from Dan into manageable mountains of information.

I stood trying to stretch the stiffness from my back and weary limbs and addressed them as a group, "We've made a good start tonight, but I can feel and see the fatigue starting to win out. So let's all go home get some rest and we'll get back to it tomorrow, seven AM sharp."

Before they began filing in the direction of the elevators I added, "And wear something comfortable tomorrow, it's going to be a long day, thanks again all of you."

Making their separate exits, I was of course the last to leave. I had to reset the security code, and waited impatiently for the lights to dim automatically confirming that I had done it right and I finally got on the elevator with every intention of literally "fleeing the building."

When I finally swung open the door to my apartment, it was nearly one o'clock. As tired as I was, I still felt oddly exhilarated. I wanted to blame those extra cups of coffee I had with diner for my restlessness but deep down I knew the events of my very long, strange, day were behind it and not the extra caffeine. It seemed to happen to me every time I got to work closely with a certain executive assistant in the office and today was no exception. I kicked off my pumps and dumped my purse and keys on the small Shaker table in my entry hall before going about my normal nightly routine. Making my way toward my bedroom, I started stripping off my clothes and tossing some of them in the general direction of the dirty laundry bin. I leaned across the bed setting the alarm. Finally passing the linen closet, I reached inside snatching a fresh bath sheet and headed for the shower.

Standing nude in front of the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, I took some time to examine my assets such as they were. Appraising my slim muscled body, I decided it didn't look too damn bad. A rueful smile slid across my face as I recalled my old girl friend's description of me looking like an "elongated version" of the actress Sabrina Lloyd, "seriously cute but not quite beautiful but with better boobs." I sighed thinking to myself that the cold-hearted thieving bitch wasn't too far off the mark. (Can you tell the relationship ended badly?) My hands ran up my sides with the fingers spread wide following the contours of my body until they were cupping my teacup-sized breasts giving them an appraising squeeze. I figured that even though they strained to fill out a b-cup, there was enough to hold onto. Their very best feature were the long thick nipples centered in my flat perfectly round areolas. I chuckled remembering when my adolescent curiosity caused me to compare them to a pencil eraser. While I found their length a slight disappointment, I was so sure they were longer than the eraser and the metal band that joined the rubber and wood, but not quite. Their diameter however, was a match. I tweaked them lightly grinning at the silliness of youth and they began firming up and swelling immediately. With a couple of rolling twists, my ardor started heating up and I began scanning the room for my cosmetics bag where I kept a handy jelly vibe dandy. After a fruitless search, I remembered that I had left the damn thing next to my bedroom vanity this morning. Sighing with a little frustration, I continued my pre-shower inspection. This just wasn't turning out to be my day.
My hands slipped lower to trail down my flat slim tummy. I was pleased to find that it remained nearly as firm and trim, as it was when I was captain of my high school swim team almost a dozen years ago. At 5', 8", and 126 lbs I still had essentially a classic swimmers build, I just wasn't quite as lean and hard as I once was. I was almost ten pounds lighter back then and had a an obscene body fat ratio of 11 percent My hips and thighs now had a softer curve, my breasts a more pleasant swell and I decided that I wasn't completely bereft of feminine charms. I quickly found my imagination generating an image of myself standing next to Claire's curvy form and looking like an underfed mop handle. I chuckled while turning my back to the mirror, straining to check out my butt smiling with relief when I saw no evidence of the dreaded cellulite that terrorizes so many women. When I turned back to face the mirror I spotted the unruly thatch between my thighs, my smile disappeared. It was replaced with a grim scowl.

"Jesus girl you're lucky no one has seen that mangy mess or they'd send a squadron of weed whackers after you," I said aloud chuckling at the mental images that statement evoked. My eyes couldn't look away from my reflection as my fingers stretched out the long sandy colored tangles.

Spinning around I pulled a comb and scissors from a drawer, before plopping down on the closed commode to administer some serious trimming. I clipped everything down with extreme prejudice, leaving nothing longer than three quarters of an inch. Carefully clearing everything away from my lips, folds, and opening, I finished with a few deft strokes from a disposable razor to soften and shape the outer edges. Standing to survey my work, I decided I had a decent trim that I wouldn't be ashamed to let anyone see. I liked how the hood draped over my clit and even the pink lightly wrinkled lips were in full view after being freed from that wild bush. What I had seen in my reflection only few moments ago was transformed from an unkempt mass to sleek and sexy. I decided I liked the look. I had once shaved myself completely bare, but with my reed thin body I looked more like a pre-pubescent girl not a fully developed woman. To me it was decidedly un-sexy and I promised myself that I'd never to do that again. If someone wanted at my honey pot, well I guess they were just going to have to deal with a little fur. Clearing away the debris and my tools, I stepped into the steaming shower at last.

I was towel drying my low-maintenance shoulder length tawny hair when I flopped heavily on the bed. I went to toss my blazer at the pile of used laundry but something on the shoulder caught my eye and stayed my hand mid-toss. I saw a small streak of lipstick on the light colored cloth, and immediately recognized the shade, Claire's. Looking at it for a few seconds started bringing the events in the elevator flashing through my mind. I slowly lifted it to my nose and the familiar aroma of her perfume wafted back into my consciousness. Dropping the towel, I closed my eyes and fell back across the bed smelling the garment and reliving the sensations of having my body pressed firmly against her. My nipples reacted instantly the pink areolas tingling and tightening as my arousal grew. My free hand started to rub and tug on them eventually graduating to firm rolling pinches and they obediently distended to their full length. I started fantasizing about all those things I didn't dare do in that elevator earlier today and was soon panting in need. My newly denuded labia were extremely sensitive when I started rubbing my thighs together in my growing heat. My moaning even muffled by the fabric reverberated in the small room seeming unnaturally loud. I hoped I wouldn't wake the neighbors at this ungodly hour before deciding fuck'em. A girl might wanna have a little fun on Friday night one in a great while, they could just deal. I held the scented cloth against my nose while sliding a single finger downward making contact with my highly sensitive clit. My body was vibrating with need and I finally draped the garment across my face so I could use both hands to help satisfy my hyper-charged body.

With her aroma invading my senses, I allowed my fantasies run free and instantly pictured the last image I had of her in the elevator before everything went haywire. She was standing against the far wall of the car when it lurched to a jolting stop just before we were plunged into total darkness. It just happened that I was staring right at her lusciously heavy breasts, (surprise, surprise,) marveling at how they bobbed and swayed with the motions of the car. When I recalled how tantalizingly close my hands were to her delicious ass in the elevator my mind reeled with the pleasant thought of what it would have been like to caress it and actually give it that nice firm squeeze. My memory replayed the sway and swing of those same astonishing orbs all the way along the mile and a half of skyways we had to walk to get the restaurant. God how I would love to taste her, perhaps only a nip or nibble, in my mind I envisioned sinking my teeth into her perfect flesh. If she were here right this moment, I just might not be able to stop myself.

My mind was awash in images and memories of every encounter I had with her in the past. Her incredible body was my focal point. My hands were dancing across my body as quickly as the images danced through my mind until gasping, I ripped the cloth from my face so I could gulp some cooler air, hating that the scent of Claire's perfume flew across the room with it. I was so caught up in my urges now that I didn't really need the olfactory reinforcement, but still her scent was all I really had. My desire reached a fevered pitch my skin heated anew with each caress. I couldn't hold back any longer plunging two fingers deep into my moist musky tunnel. My other hand was busily roaming from stroking and pinching my pulsing clit back upward to give my nipples the attention they craved. In my mind, I tried holding the image of what she might look like nude but the sensations within my body were consuming more and more of my attention. All too soon, the familiar building pressure in my belly and between my thighs as I frantically stabbed my fingers in and out made any thought almost impossible. My other fingers where stroking my long thick clit using the fleshy folds around it like a sleeve pumping it up and down. As my hands moved, my body reacted.

Every touch, each motion flooded my senses like electric sparks jolting through an overloaded circuit. I knew I wouldn't last long much longer as the pulses rushing through my body told me I didn't much time. I rolled to one side tickling a fingertip across the ridges circling the tight shadowy entrance to my ass. A jolting spasm shook my whole body in response. With three fingers feverishly probing my pussy, I pushed a slender digit past my tightness and began stroking in and out of my ass in an opposing rhythm. Oh god, I was writhing in seconds as my fingers bumped past each other assaulting my body in two directions at once. My arms strained to maintain the pace I was so close now I couldn't have stopped myself if the building was on fire. My legs began shuddering in involuntary quivers as my hips bucked against my probing fingers. Pressed against the bed, my nipples were so engorged now they throbbed to aching. I began cumming in crashing waves slipping the finger from my ass and reaching around to press down on my clit in tight circles just as the damn began bursting. Feeling as if it had swollen to the size of a small cock, I continued rubbing the pulsing knob beneath my tired fingers. The hot, slick walls contracting against my fingers made them feel enormous as their continued pumping drew one geyser after another of slick, creamy cum pumping from my depths. My forearms began cramping and trembling but I couldn't stop until the juices squirting from my pussy gradually subsided leaving me gasping and quivering with every breath.

Panting on the bed, my mouth now terribly dry, and reality slowly encroaching on my post orgasmic glow, I remembered that terror filled instant when I thought that Claire might be able to smell my lusty pussy in the tight confines of that dark elevator. I slowly raised my fingers to my nose taking a brief whiff. I decided "Hey, not so bad" and giggled at myself. My still wanton mind immediately began wondering what the luscious Ms. McAllister's aroma was like before slipping all three fingers past my lips and happily sucking them clean. Tired enough now to get some sleep I stripped the cum-soaked duvet off the bed before stumbling across the hallway on wobbly legs to use the bathroom.

Chapter 3

Saturday late

(Confronting Honesty)

The alarm clock blaring at the unholy hour of 5:15am brought me out of a brief dream-filled sleep. I rather too forcefully silenced the offensive little box knocking off the nightstand. My mind immediately replayed misty visions of Claire and I rolling together naked. An enormous grin covered my face as I languidly stretched my sleep-stiffened muscles and grunted "nice dream" quietly to myself, before rolling out of bed to start my day.

I stepped off the elevator at 6:40am with a bakery bag containing half a dozen each fresh scones and croissants. I whipped around the corner intending to dump them in the break room before hurrying back to my computer and checking for email updates from Dan while the coffee maker transformed caffeine into a drinkable form. My intended path would take me past Claire's desk but I was completely unprepared for what awaited me when I rounded the last corner.

When I saw her already in the office and dressed like she was I almost dropped the bag, and my purse, right along with my jaw. She was bending over a low drawer tucking a file folder in its proper place when I came to an abrupt halt twenty feet away. My vision was filled with the sight of the world's most perfect apple-bottom clad in stone washed denim. Giselle's from Gloria Vanderbilt I think unless I was too preoccupied to read the label correctly. (It was rather small mind you) I've never seen plain boot cut jeans look so phenomenal in my life as they hugged every exquisite millimeter of her lower body. When she stood upright, still unaware of my scrutiny I simply couldn't believe my eyes. Here I was looking at (O. K., O. K, salivating over) the woman I had never seen in anything but perfectly conservative office attire wearing an outfit I might put on to go out clubbing.

She had on a navy blue striped pullover sailor shirt with wide white lapels that allowed just enough space for her magnificent breasts to swell out each side and tight blue jeans with a pair of worn Nike cross trainers on her feet. Her long auburn hair was in a modified ponytail today, pulling it up off her face to reveal her finely sculpted jaw line and no detectable makeup beyond mascara and a hint of lip-gloss. God I how hated her, and loved her. She was so inhumanly, so infuriatingly perfect! Every fiber of my being wanted to run over throw her down on the desktop and ravage her utterly.

My breathing seemed abnormally loud while I stood there gawking. Irrationally I worried that she could hear it. If she saw me freeze in place to ogle her backside, she gave no outward reaction but I decided I had best be on my way. Though I really did like her idea of comfortable attire, it looked fabulous from where I was standing. When I finally did resume my forward motion, she looked up only after I breezed by with a nonchalant, "Morning Claire."

Spotting and smelling my freshly baked cargo, she spoke up quickly asking, "Hey you, what's in the bag?"

I nearly stumbled at the "Hey you" but somehow kept my stride and taunted with a confidence I didn't really feel, "You want some you're just going to have to catch me," and I waggled the bag in her direction as I ducked around the corner heading for the break room.

I left the bag on the table, moving straight to the coffee maker, and had already started making a large pot when I heard her snatch the bag to peek.

With genuine appreciation in her voice she said, "Ooooh croissant my fav, thanks so much Jane, I'm starved."

She was investigating the bag when I deadpanned, "Oh sorry but they're not for you, I kinda forgot you'd be here this morning or I would brought more."

I couldn't keep a straight face for long the way she was glaring at me with her roll half in, half out of the white paper bag, and I burst out laughing.

She finished pulling it out and said, "Ha, Ha, Very funny, you're in a fine mood for someone who was up working until the wee hours last night, Sleep well?" before sinking her teeth into the tender pastry.

"Not bad at all," I answered, and pulled the bag across the table to find one of my own.

Without thinking about what I was saying I added, "Good dreams."

She perked up and casually asked between dainty bites, "Oooo... Anyone I know?"

I froze hoping my guilty feelings weren't showing on my entire body, damn it! My smart mouth had backed me into a corner, again. What a great way to start my day.

I tipped my eyes upward without moving a muscle until I could see her grinning at me as she chewed, her tongue flicking across her lips to capture a stray crumb.

With a soft sigh I set my croissant on a napkin and turned toward the coffee service before I answered, "Now Claire, you wouldn't really want me to kiss and tell would you?"

When I turned back toward her, she was busily gesturing for me to pour her a cup, her mouth too full to speak thank god for that. Before I could talk myself into another awkward situation, Sue walked in and saved me. I asked her if she had seen Steve while I glanced over her shoulder at the wall clock. Her response was a negative shake of her head as she zeroed in on the bag of delicacies and dug inside making a selection.

"It's four minutes till right now, he'll never make it," Sue said plopping wearily into an empty chair.

Even though I didn't have a lot more faith in the youngest member of my team I pulled a bill from my pocket change from the bakery, slapping it down on the table, I challenged, "Five bucks says he does."

The two women looked at each other then said in unison, "You're on!"

After some digging, each one put a fiver down covering my own. Before I could take a second bite of my own breakfast, the tinny sound of the distant elevator bell settled the bet at 6:59:05.

Finishing my roll and coffee quickly I told the three of them I was going to check my email to see how many more files had appeared overnight from the mainframe search and stood to leave.

As I passed the end of the table heading for the doorway, I snatched the three bills still lying on there and began making a great show of examining and counting each one, before saying smugly, "A pleasure doing business with you ladies."

Just outside the door I said loud enough to be sure they could all hear, "Like taking candy from babies, Very pretty babies, but babies just the same."

Not far from the break room, I heard someone coming up behind me but didn't know who it was until I heard her voice. She was mumbling in a running diatribe, I could barely make out as she closed the distance behind me. She was saying something about my being a sore winner, and she wasn't no baby pretty or otherwise. Before we reached the corner where she would turn to head for her desk she passed by me planting a powerful smack square on the butt of my kakis while I was still fiddling with the bills.

I started a monologue of my own roughly matching her tone mumbling about sore losers and how five bucks wasn't near enough to get a spanking out of me.

I didn't notice at first when Claire stopped dead in her tracks spinning around blocking the aisle. With hands both planted on her hips, she wore a playful grin.

Inquiring in a highly mischievous tone, "So tell me Jane, dear, exactly how much will a proper spanking cost me?"

My good sense was screaming at me to "shut my mouth" but I never heard it whisper. The clown inside me had already taken over. Flashing her my best lascivious grin and giving her a comically obvious wink I answered, "For you, it's negotiable, I'm sure we can work something out," while I rubbed my backside suggestively still feeling the sting and warm glow left by her palm.

She stood rooted in place fixing me with a stare that wiped the smirk right off my face; after a second I stared back blankly not believing what I had just done. Had I learned nothing at all from yesterday's verbal snafu? I couldn't move a toenail; I was in total shock at my own stupidity. When she finally turned away heading to her office her glare softened into a more neutral expression but I thought just for a just a fleeting second I could see her eyes sparkle with mirth.

After she had gone for a moment, I stood immobile and fumed. I finally loosed an angry groan and slugged my thigh, hard as I tromped down the aisle desperate for the sanctuary of my office. Once inside I threw the money on my desk in a huff thinking how foolishly a little lust could make me act. I knew it was potentially disastrous to be flirting with her hell she could ruin my career with a flick of her fingers. I couldn't seem to make myself stop it. I was furious with my own lack of self-control I prayed she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Good God, what must she be thinking of me! That I was some kind of dyke cruising the building for straight women to sully or worse yet a lesbo slut who would drop to my knees for anyone in a pretty skirt.

I knew almost nothing about her except that I wanted her. I felt like I was treading across thin ice wearing iron-soled boots. I was scared to my bones that whatever chance I had for a decent career at Continental or with her, I was screwing it up but good. Oh god, what chance, I was deluding myself! I was about to give my emotional self-flagellation another go round when I replayed the latest incident in my mind. Recalling the look on her face before she walked away, I had a slightly hopeful revelation. Wait just a damn minute I thought she wasn't pissed, she was smiling and trying to hide it from me. I glanced over at the crumpled bills on the desktop where I'd thrown them and thought, hey maybe my luck is changing but just as quickly, reminded myself not to get all stupid about it either.

Thirteen hours later, I was still in my office at the keyboard plugging the sorted entries from Sue into Steve's nicely simple form. She and I working together had gotten far enough ahead of Steve that after our abbreviated and almost inedible lunch I switched tasks to help Steve fill in the data. I also had to shuttle the printed pages over to Claire occasionally so that she could assemble them into a single organized volume. When the soft knock on my doorframe came, it took a few seconds to register. I saw through my weariness that it was Sue standing just outside and Claire waiting behind her.

"C'mon in there's plenty of room," I said around a yawn as I stretched my cramped muscles.

Sue stepped in first setting a small stack of paper on the corner of my desk and said, "That's it, the last of them, maybe twenty five or thirty left."

"Finally," I said, before patting a three-inch pile on the opposite corner and asked, "Would you please dump these in the recycling bin on your way out Sue and thank you very, very, much. Now go ahead on home and enjoy what's left of your weekend."

While I watched Claire clearing a space in my visitor's chair, I asked Sue before she got away, "Is Steve almost done?"

"Yeah," she answered tiredly, "He said he was just about finished before I came down here."

I tried to express my gratitude for their good work but said without much energy, "Please tell him Thank you from me, and take him home with you, I'll see you both Tuesday."
She gave me a odd but grateful smile, said an absent goodbye to Claire, and disappeared.

I looked over at Claire giggled tiredly and said, "That did not come out right, but I think she knows what I meant. Oh well, almost there now, only these left to do."

Before I could reach for the papers Sue had just delivered, Claire snatched them off my desk and said decisively, "That'll be enough for one day."

I protested weakly, "Come on Claire, stop fooling around, I'm almost done and then all that's left for tomorrow is a couple hours on the summary."

She stood still holding the purloined papers and said firmly, "You're right and I'm not fooling around. I'll take care of these in the morning while you start working on the summary and we'll be done with the whole bloody mess in no time."

"Alright," I said holding my hands up in a gesture of surrender, "You're the boss."

I sent my last page to the printer and logged off the system.

Standing and turning for the door she said, "C'mon it's after eight and neither of us has eaten since that bag of whatever the hell it was Steve picked up at noon, and I'm starving and I'm taking you to dinner."

Really feeling the fatigue wash over me now, I protested without much force as I rose to leave, "You don't have to do that Claire really; I'll just pick up something on my way home."

She turned around so quickly that I nearly crashed into her as slow as my reflexes were.

Though her voice was soft her tone commanded my complete attention, "You know Jane you really are a fine manager, you don't abuse your people, yet don't allow them to step all over you either. That's very rare in the corporate environment nowadays don't ever lose that ability. It was brilliant offering them Monday off for showing up here on the weekend as willing workers. You got more work out of those two than half a dozen people unhappily forced to do it."

The rush of adrenaline into my system stiffened my spine and legs the moment she began speaking. I couldn't have moved from that spot even though I wanted to bolt like a terrified rabbit out from under her intense scrutiny. Thankfully as she paused to collect her thoughts, I was able to calm down a little before she continued. Reaching up to push a stray strand of hair from my face as we stood in the doorway, her fingertips brushed my cheek, and sparks ignited throughout my whole body. My locked knees became so suddenly weak I could hardly stand upright. I only realized I had flinched when she placed her hand gently on my shoulder as though I needed the support, and when she did continue it was much more gently.

"As a good manager," she said with a soft sigh "You already know how important it is to treat your people with respect and occasionally even a little kindness, I've been watching you do it for years and it works. Your results are unquestionable."

She took a weary breath her mouth curled slightly at the corners before she continued, "but you, my dear have yet to learn that when a superior wants to do you a small kindness you should let them do it, and not argue."

I nodded silently knowing she was right. She turned along side of me slipping her arm over my shoulder, and said with finality, "Besides Jane, I wasn't making a suggestion. You are coming with me for some dinner, end of discussion."

She released me only long enough to dump the stack of papers on her desk and bend to retrieve her purse from the bottom drawer giving me one more chance to marvel at her lovely derrière. She threw her arm back over my shoulder, and I bravely slipped mine around her waist, we walked arm in arm to the elevators. I felt as happy as I could remember being for a very long time just being near her. I had to stop the doors at the last second jumping out when I realized neither of us had reset the security system. When the elevator doors opened next, I was completely disoriented having no clue where I was.

Claire answered my confused look with an absent wave, "Executive garage, we can pick up your car later there's no sense in driving two."

The only thing inside the hallowed space other than the sounds of our clicking heels was a gleaming Alabaster white Mercedes-Benz AMG roadster.

The closer we came to the incredible set of wheels the more incredulous I became, I finally couldn't take any more I blurted out, "Holy shit Claire, is this thing yours?"

She said with unapologetic pride, "Yup, she's my baby."

Amazed that she could afford such an outrageously expensive car I said, "Whoa I'll bet this beauty broke the bank."

With the remote in hand, she simultaneously disabled the security system, opened the door locks, the power windows began descending, and the hard convertible top began retracting into the trunk while the graphite colored leather interior was bathed in soft beckoning light.

At this point, my brain could only manage one-word phrases, I said in awestruck admiration, "Sweet."

Claire's warm laughter couldn't quite tear my attention away from the grand automobile when she said, "For a shade under $200 grand she better damn well be sweet."

I could only nod in agreement my gaze riveted on the unbelievable car.

Striding up to the drivers door Claire pulled it open and when I didn't follow, she said something that stopped my heart, "Jesus, Jane I haven't seen you stare at anything so hard since you where checking out my ass this morning."

I was so absorbed in my examination of the exotic car that the full impact of her glib remark took a moment to penetrate my consciousness. When it did, I was totally mortified. I couldn't move and just stood there my muscles rigid, I was dying inside by the second. I wished with all my might that I was anywhere in the world but there at that moment.

Claire was a little slow recognizing something was keeping me from following her. She couldn't know that I was only millimeters from turning toward the elevator and running away in total embarrassment. When it finally dawned on her that something was amiss, she rushed to my side and said with concern in her voice, "Oh Jane I'm so sorry honey its O. K. I was only teasing."

My insides were still trembling, my heartbeat thundering in my ears when she threw her arms around me pleading for forgiveness, "I am so, so sorry Jane I wasn't trying to upset you, honestly."

Oh, my god I was so completely embarrassed, I felt like the worlds biggest fool with my face flushed and burning. I couldn't even look at her when but when I finally got myself together a little bit I asked her sheepishly, "Was I really that obvious?"

She smiled broadly nodding and said, "Pretty much, yeah... you were."

She gave me an appraising look and a gently squeezed my shoulders grinning. With a small push to get me in motion, she returned to her door scolding me, "Let's get a move on I'm hungry."

The whole time we were driving, I brooded in silence. Claire happily prattled on about the about the car's interactive 5-speed transmission and the 600 plus horsepower 6.0-liter V12 multi-valve engine and some other expensive option called a Distronic Adaptive something or other with boundless enthusiasm. All I could muster was "cool," "neat," or "wow" while I stewed in my own juices. I was still furious with myself for being such a twit this morning and worse yet being caught at it. I hadn't felt this foolish and guilty since I was fifteen and our next-door neighbor caught Nicky Walker and me behind her potting shed. Old lady Emerson came out to water her prize roses and instead turned her hose on the two of us. You see Nick had his hand down my pants at the time, of course. She sent us home dripping wet and supremely embarrassed.

Even riding in the spectacular car with the top down and the cool evening air whipping through my hair as we sped through the city I couldn't relax enough to let myself enjoy the experience. I was so self-absorbed wallowing in my guilty conscience during the ride I never even asked where we were going. I didn't realize this until we were pulling up to the private garage at what appeared to be a very high tone condominium building.

"Claire where are we?" I asked my brow wrinkling in confusion as my head swiveled trying to re-establish my bearings.

She smiled sweetly and answered, "My place, Relax Jane it's alright."

We left the car after reversing the nearly magical process of returning it to its original configuration. Just like yesterday in the downtown skyways, I was left following Claire's ground eating strides and staring guiltily down at her shoes, (alright, alright, I did peek at her ass, maybe once.)

When we boarded the elevator, I was still brooding in silence. Claire must have decided she had just about enough of my taciturn change of mood and said so, "Jane I am genuinely sorry that I hurt your feelings back in the garage."

She took hold of my shoulders squaring my body up with hers forcing me to look her in the eye before continuing, "I didn't mean to upset you like that, honestly Jane, but if you are going to pout like this all evening, I won't make you stay. I'll take you back to your car now and you can go home alone...if that's what you really want."

The word slammed into my mind like a hammer blow, "alone."

Stunned again into stammering my panicked mind screamed "God no, not that."

I answered her, "N...no please I'd really rather stay," feeling once more like that chagrined teenaged girl and hating the sensation.

I did want to get something off my chest before anything else could happen and said, "Claire I need to apologize if I made you uncomfortable this morning. I shouldn't have done that it was pretty rude of me."

She burst into a hearty laugh and said loudly, "Uncomfortable? Jane, honey, I was flattered as hell. A girl does like to know she looks good occasionally and if no one ever looks...well... I start to get nervous, know what I mean?"

I gave her a quick nod and a contrite grin.

She quieted her volume in the tight space but the humor in her voice was undiminished she continued, "I happen to like it when I am looked at, it makes me feel pretty, sexy even, and the way you were looking at me this morning, well now, I was feeling downright beautiful."

I finally found my voice and asked her incredulously, "You're shitting me right? Good lord Claire you're drop-dead gorgeous you've got to know that."

Laughing even harder she said with a relaxed grin, "Ah... M'girl, you do my heart good, I think I just might have to keep you, c'mon lets go I'm hungry."

She threw her arm around my waist guiding me out of the elevator. While she was fiddling with her keys trying to fit it into the lock one handed, I felt her hand slide from my waist to my ass. I was shocked when she gave it a firm squeeze before trying to slip through the door ahead of me. I was surprised to say the least, but this time I recovered more quickly. What she didn't know yet but was soon to find out, I'm a pincher. Her yelps and giggles as she scooted into the kitchen to get away from my viselike digits were a tonic to my confused mind and uncertain heart. I stopped pursuing her and let my eyes dance around the obscenely tasteful appointments of her home and marvel at the quality of the décor. I had to stop and ask myself silently for what seemed the millionth time since I'd know her "was there anything this woman didn't do well?" I wandered a bit more looking in every direction astonished by almost everything I saw.

My nose told me where to find the kitchen and I no sooner stepped into the roomy space, and a head of fresh romaine was flying through the air in my direction. I had to catch and set it down just as quickly because Claire followed that with an even heavier head of Iceberg lettuce right behind it.

Pointing at a low cupboard, she said to me, "Be a dear and tear some of those into the colander down in there. I've started the pasta and the sauce has been in the slow cooker all day and is way ready."

Pointing with her knife at the vegetables already on the counter she added, "I'll just slice some of these to add to the salad and we'll be good to go."

I was slowly starting to feel less the petulant child and more my normally wiseass self and barked, "Aye, Aye captain," and snapped my best impression of a midshipman's salute at her before starting at my assignment.

Smiling over her shoulder at me, "That's more like it, I much prefer a happy Jane to that broody young woman who was riding in the car with me."

Chagrinned once more by the one woman on the planet I wanted to be with, I decided screw it, I was going to try to let go of my hang-ups and enjoy my time with her and to hell with whatever would come after.

With an impish smile I shrugged my shoulders and admitted, "Yeah, sorry about all that, I guess I have some issues."

"Don't we all," was her dry retort.

In that instant, without really understanding why, my mind was once again racing. I decided despite not knowing if she would ever be able or even interested in reciprocating my feelings for her, I had to tell her how I felt. I no longer cared about the complications and consequences of office romances and all the self-imposed garbage that goes with them. I asked myself if not now, when? I'd been waiting for the past four years for the perfect opportunity if this wasn't it then "It" was never going to be here. If the whole damn thing did blow up in my face, then so be it. I had already decided I was going to look for a different job anyway. What in hell was I waiting for? In a few seconds I rationalized that if things did go badly I would have a good long cry and move on, but something had to give. I just couldn't hold it in any longer I felt like my insides were going to burst.

Setting the lettuce down, I walked the few paces over to where she was working and said earnestly, "That's just it Claire," I swallowed my mouth suddenly going dry. "You don't, at least none that I can see, or know anything about. You're so together...so beautiful," I was starting to feel a bit choked up but managed to finish the thought, "You're so...so...Perfect."

Before she could interrupt me, I cleared my throat nervously and said to her in a bit of a rush, "Claire you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. When I think about everything a woman can be, and should be in this life or who I want to be like," my voice dropped suddenly, the words seemed to be sticking in my throat, "or be with, I think of you."

Slowly she set the knife aside and wiped her hands on a small towel, before turning to me with the most radiant look in her eyes. She cradled my face in her soft cool hands, and whispered, "Jane, that is the sweetest most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you."

She leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might faint dead away right there in her kitchen. When I felt her mouth pressing against mine and her tongue caress my lips it was so soft and so fleeting I was certain I was dreaming the whole thing, this couldn't be happening. Never mind that her gentle touch shot through me like an electric pulse. I was almost completely overwhelmed, but in such a delightful way. It was almost as if her tongue was making a polite request to enter, it was so completely different from the probing invader technique most of my previous lovers had employed. I tenderly reciprocated the gesture and opened my lips a bit granting her my unqualified permission. Our tongues caressed and explored each other for several captivating, unhurried, glorious, minutes before we separated staring into each other's moist unblinking eyes.

I didn't want the moment to end or hopped at least for an immediate resumption. However, the noisily rumbling from my stomach broke the enchanting moment and we both burst into self-conscious giggles.

Claire recovered first and said, "Go on now and finish with that lettuce we need to eat, and fast."

As I turned away from her, I felt the same stinging smack on my tush as I had earlier in the day. (The other cheek this time!) Spinning back to face her I said over a waggling finger, "Oh no you don't, we have not closed the deal on that spanking... yet."

She shook her head and said, "Let the negotiations begin." Her soft laughter filled the room with a pleasant sound and my heart with a joyful lift.

After a relaxing delicious dinner, we collapsed together on her expansive leather sofa for what seemed forever, neither of us able to summon the necessary energy to move or even speak. We just lay there our hunger sated, looking and grinning at each other.

Claire finally stood and set the television remote on the low table next to me and said, "help yourself, relax, I'll be right back."

She disappeared into the dark hallway before I could protest. I had absolutely no interest in watching T.V. so I began wandering around her beautiful home. I soon discovered the glass doors to the balcony and stepped out side into the fresh chilly air. In the distance, I could see skyline of the city. The buildings formed a somewhat jagged mountain range of soft illumination reflected in the graceful curve of the river just beneath it. The water almost completely calm sparkled with a shimmering glow. There was an unbroken swath of thick forest between the distant river bend and where I stood watching. Although I was hundred or more feet above them I could hear the sounds of its night creatures going about the lives. I marveled at the view trying to imagine what the bill on a place like this looked like, and couldn't help thinking that an executive assistant's salary must be a shitload better than that of the accountants at C.C. & I.

Softly I said to myself, "Wow, now that's quite a view."

I heard Claire asking from inside, "Jane Hon, where did you go?"

I stepped back through the door, took one look at Claire, and wanted to repeat my comment from outside but softly said, "Over here," instead.

She was standing there waiting for me wearing a red silk kimono that descended to just above her ankles. It was finely embroidered throughout with the traditional Japanese figures and cherry blossoms. A golden sash secured it around her waist accentuating her incredible figure. The deep red cloth made her smooth lustrous skin glow beneath her flowing auburn mane. She was so incredibly beautiful I was stunned into breathless silence.

Before I could say anything, she sat on the sofa patting the seat next to her and said, "Come over here Jane I need to have a word with you."

I tried not to let my nerves freak out on me but my natural wariness switched into hyper-drive at her tone, as well as what she had said. Those words "I need to have a word with you" when strung together that way never brought anything but trouble to me, my heart sank. I sat next to her with every fiber in my being tense waiting for her to drop the whole world on top of me.

After taking a deep breath she said, "Jane, I want you to know that I have been very fond of you for a very long time I do hope you realized that."

Scared to death where this conversation was leading I answered her, "No, I didn't, really, but thank you for telling me now."

Taking another breath, she stopped and gently touched my arm then pulled away hesitantly. It was odd but it seemed as thought she didn't know what to do with her hands finally, she said, "I'm trying to tell you something very important, and this isn't as easy for me, as I hoped, so please hon let me do it."

I started getting the sense that she, the always cool, totally in control, Claire McAllister, the utterly unflappable "Ice Princess," the woman of my dreams was completely unnerved. Even though I was completely perplexed and amused by this unseen side of her, I nodded remaining obediently silent.

Without looking in my direction, she started again perhaps trying to find a different tack this time, "In the years we have worked together I didn't once suspect or ever dream, really, that you and I were so much the same."
Turning slightly she angled her body to face me she went on nervously, "I have to confess that I did have legitimate reason for digging into your personnel file this week Jane, but I was able find out a few things about you that I was dying to know. I had no idea you were alone Jane. I mean single, like me. Neither of us have ever married, no children, and our families as much as I can tell aren't a very big part of our lives. I never even let myself dream until yesterday and that little comment you let slip in your office Jane, that we were both interested exclusively in women."

My mind was buzzing and couldn't quite get it wrapped around what she was trying to tell me. When it finally settled through the haze I could have been pushed over with a hummingbird feather, I'm sure my mouth had to be gaping open by this point.

Looking directly into my stunned unblinking eyes Claire went on, "For me it has been one woman in particular for almost four years now."

Pausing to take a deep breath she tried to finish again, her voice becoming a bit hesitant, her words rushed, "Jane...honey...I'm in love with you. I think I have been from the moment I first saw you step off that elevator onto the nineteenth floor. I was always afraid that you wouldn't be interested in me or... my being gay might frighten you away. I didn't know what I would do if you ever to left Continental because just being around you made me happier than I've ever been. I just couldn't bear not having you in my life even if it meant that my feelings for you had to be kept secret. I just wanted to be near you but had to hold myself back, always. I could only dream that someday I could tell you the truth."

I don't know what more she had to say, but she never got the chance. Even I could only manage three words, "Oh my god," before I burst into tears throwing myself into her arms. I couldn't bring my wracking sobs under control let alone speak, so I just clung to her desperately, unbelievable relief and joy sweeping through my soul. After what seemed an eternity I started to calm down, I tried to wipe away my tears but they just kept popping out the corners of my eyes and tumbling down my cheeks. I suddenly felt bad for getting Claire's beautiful robe wet but I couldn't help that either. Finally, forcing my breathing to return to some semblance of normal and I leaned away from her and looked into her eyes. I could see uncertainty still lingering in her expression and wondered why.

While I was trying to unscramble my own brain and take a few calming breaths she asked, "Jane, are you alright?"

"Alright?" I croaked, "God no I don't think so."

Before she could process that, I beamed a wide teary smile and gave her a quick kiss on the lips surprising her into confused silence.

Speaking as clearly as my voice would allow the words burst out of me rapid fire, I only hoped I was coherent, "Claire, I love you too, and think I have for almost as long. When I let that slip out yesterday, Oh god, I thought that was it, over, done. I thought you'd never speak to me again and wouldn't even want to be in the same room with me...I've been an absolute wreck ever since... "

I started sobbing again the hot tears reigniting and coursing down my cheeks. Blinking away my tears I watched as her troubled expression transformed into the radiant countenance of the woman that I had loved for so long and my heart soared.

I finally resumed my train of thought, "We two are an awful lot alike. I never did anything about my feelings for you for exactly those same reasons."

I couldn't believe the loneliness we'd both had to endure. Neither one knowing how the other felt. It took only one word to define why it had happened, fear.

Shaking my head sadly I finally gave voice my frustration, "My god Claire we've hiding from each other when our greatest wish was to be together, what fools we've been."

She took a breath to say something but I held up my hand stopping her. I wasn't finished yet and had to go on before the tears once again got the better of me. It didn't seem to be the time to be holding back even though I wasn't in any shape for making a long speech either. I only knew I needed to talk it out. It was somehow cathartic to get these long buried feelings out in the open. I just had to tell her how I felt, and all of it, so there would be no regrets later. Before my emotions made further communication impossible I had to finish.

"Until that elevator stopped yesterday I never in my wildest dreams imagined you would ever need my comfort or that I would ever get to hold you in my arms." I told her honestly, as another fresh tear emerged following its predecessors down my cheek.

Since she seemed content to listen for now, so I forged ahead, "Before that happened I knew so little about you. Only that you were so beautiful, and kind to me, and I wanted to be with you so badly."

Her smile beaming back at me told me that whatever I had left to say would be greeted with love and understanding so, I spilled my guts telling her the rest of it. "The whole time I was holding you yesterday. While you were being tortured by your darkest memories and worst fears all I could think about was how I wanted to make love to you. Right there, right then it was all I could think about and didn't know what to do. I was so ashamed of myself because the whole time you were clinging to me for support and comfort, I was totally aroused. There was even a minute or two where I was scared to death you could smell it on me in the dark."

She did interrupt me then admitting with a bashful grin, "Ah... that wasn't you. After standing with our bodies pressed together I must have started thinking exactly what you were."

Her guilty expression during her little confession relaxed any remaining tension I was holding inside soon had me giggling so hard it made speaking all the more difficult. When she started chuckling with me, I hugged her warmly enjoying the close contact this time without any guilt.

I had a hard a time bringing myself under control before I could finish my thought, "Anyway...I think...no, I know that's why I've been such a moody pain in the ass all day. It was my fault not yours. I really am sorry for that."

She shrugged and flashed me an understanding grin while caressing my cheek with the backs of her fingers, "apology accepted."

"So, to answer your question my dear, wonderful Claire, no I'm not all right. I am spectacular! You have made me the most deliriously happy woman on the face of the Earth tonight. Thank you," with my conscience purged and my heart approaching the stratosphere, I drew her near and started planting small eager kisses on her face telling her I loved her between each one.

She tolerated this about half a dozen times or so, and then grabbed my head between her hands holding it steady for half a second before delivering onto my lips the most passionate, urgent, delicious, greedy, glorious kiss I have ever experienced.

It went on and on as though we could reclaim all of the love we had been denying exclusively through this single point of contact. Claire unexpectedly withdrew panting and gasped, "Wait... one more thing before this gets completely out of hand."

Groaning in frustration, I had little choice but to follow were she lead and threw myself recklessly back against the cushioned leather said, "O.K. what now?"

Taking my hands in hers, she glanced over at the clock and said, "Well, it is still a little early but what the hell."

Staring intently into my eyes she didn't make me wait much longer and said, "When I was looking at your personnel file yesterday I noticed something maybe that even you have forgotten about. In a little less than three hours it will be your thirty-first birthday."

She was right I had forgotten, I never did much for my birthday lately, but I did usually remember them.

Claire announced with a smile, "I have some gifts for you," she reached under the table and pulled out a foot or so long gift-wrapped box and set it on the table.

Gesturing toward it she and said, "That, you can open later, but I have one I'd like to unwrap for you right now."

She stood untying the sash from her robe, now she had my full attention. She paused only long enough to say, "Happy birthday Jane," and spread her arms wide letting the shimmering red silk slither off her shoulders until she stood before me in all of her naked glory. I could hardly breathe as I stared at her exquisite body I was stunned into silence. She was so incredibly beautiful just looking at her made me ache. I opened my arms to her and she slid on top of me where I lay speechless on the massive sofa.

I started kissing her neck and along her jaw before whispering into her ear, "Oh my God I want you!"

Her answer was as brief as it was complete, "I'm yours."

I shifted my body to lean against the back of the couch with my side propped across the it's arm. I coaxed her to lean her back toward me. Circling her body in my arms, I was able to keep up my assault on her tender neck and earlobes while leaving my trembling hands free to roam. I was having trouble focusing on what to do, my mind in complete turmoil over the things I had learned tonight as well as my present circumstance. Certainly, I wanted to explore her glorious body, but just holding her, so close and so wonderfully naked was a dream, one I never wanted to wake from.

With her back toward me, I felt immediately when she started adjusting her position to face me. I whispered a hurried plea, "please no, you're perfect."

I slipped my left arm between her body and the leather arm of the sofa, seeking her firm heavy breast. I began kneading it gently while my eager mouth continued savoring every satiny inch along her neck, throat, before trailing downward along her shoulder. Her smooth skin beneath my lips tasted delicious and the scent of her perfume was sending me rapidly to a near total sensory overload. I purred as she swung her arm around my neck and I traced the outer curve of her breast with my mouth. Every kiss was electric and excited my body further. My other hand needed no direction to discover the swell her of other breast my fingertips zeroing in on the thick stiffening nipple. Claire was already beginning to moan delightfully and I was in heaven from the sound of it. Her hips started undulating against me while I kissed and caressed her wonderful globes teasing her swelling nipples with excited shaky fingers. I tilted my head down slightly and lifted her one breast toward my lips, inhaling the fleshy nub. It was so big, firm, and delicious, we were both moaning loudly the instant her nipple filled my hungry mouth.

My right hand now free to explore slipped downward sliding across the velvety smooth skin of her lower body. My fingertips gliding over the soft round curve of her butt gently urged her leg to bend upward exposing her heated downy crease to my explorations.

My fingers brushed gently over it and Claire convulsed with a quick involuntary twitch. She was so hot, wet, and so open to me, I threaded two fingers into her crevice from behind with no resistance due to her hot natural lubrication. I released her nipple from my lips and resumed attacking her throat, neck, and petite earlobe while slowly pumping my fingers ever deeper into her fiery core. Before long, she was panting hard and uttering small moans and squeals, god how I loved it, was she so unbelievably hot. I still couldn't quite believe where I was and what she was allowing me to do with her body. That realization so stunned me I shivered briefly I couldn't help myself from rubbing my hips against the curve of her ass while my fingers explored her. My nipples were diamond hard and pressing against her back with my every movement. Christ, I was still fully dressed and just lying with her like this almost had me cumming. The feel of her body, the musky aroma of her excitement, and the halting sounds of her pleasure were almost enough to push toward the edge.

I pinched and rolled her left nipple while slipping in a third finger into her hot juicy gash steadily pumping them in and out slow and easy. Every brush against her growing clit soon had it peeking further from beneath its hood. The aroma that I could only wonder about a day ago now filled my senses with her musky earthy perfume. I couldn't get enough inhaling deeply as my brain teetered at the brink of overload. Each new tug or pinch on her tight elastic nipples brought forth a new sound. I felt like a maestro playing the most exquisite instrument and producing a symphony of passionate music. Without warning, she reached back roughly grabbing a fistful of my hair using it as a convenient handle to pull my mouth down onto hers. We kissed hard, hungrily, tongues intertwined. We shared deep throaty moans, and gasped for breath as I finger fucked her to oblivion. I could feel the change in her body and knew she was nearing the edge. Her long legs started stiffening in stages when my thumb repeated its excursions overtop of her swollen and exposed clit. Brushing across it very gently at first, I increased the tempo and pressure as she responded with wilder bucking and with whimpered squeals, "Oh god"... "Oh Jane"..."Oh my god Jane Fuck me"... My thumb added firmer pressure little by little on her hard nubbin and a few well-timed nips on her heaving teats as my probing fingers pounded deeper into her hot slick slit. When the tip of my little finger began banging lightly against her clenched rosebud in concert with the fingers burrowing into her pussy she howled an animal wail, and gasped loudly, "OH my god... I'm arghhh...Oh Jane... Oh fuck...I'm cummingggggg!!!!!"

Her back arched against me pining me to the couch as her whole body quivered and twitched with the orgasm that roiled through her body. I held on to her warmly as the intense tremors very slowly receded. I was so thrilled that I was finally able to give her this kind of happiness. Remembering what she said to me before this all began a short time ago I smiled and thought, "Happy birthday to me!" What a wonderful gift you've given me Claire, once more tonight the simple act of breathing became difficult as my spirits soared. I stopped moving entirely holding her in my arms, watching her breathing slow and waiting for her convulsive movements to subside. My face almost ached from my smile but when I bent downward intending on giving her a gentle peck, I was attacked. Claire's mouth surged toward mine as though she wanted to devour me whole. Her kisses were so wanton and desperate it was as if she was pouring any of her remaining sexual energy into every kiss. She spun in my arms with incredible speed and started tearing at my clothes like a cornered tigress.

"Get Naked!" she demanded imperiously.

Standing up as quickly as I could I started pulling my shirt up and the minute my small tits were in view she went after them. Warm lips and an urgently exploring tongue were laving both nipples before the fabric ever hit the floor. Her desperate hands were already clawing at the front of my pants wanting them out of her way no matter what it took to accomplish the task. While she was ravaging my sensitive nipples, I felt the button on my slacks give way along with a violent tug on the zipper. I vaguely remembered reading somewhere (Cosmo I think.) about some women becoming more sexually aggressive after a first orgasm. Claire was like a wild animal, but an animal with the most incredibly soft warm lips that were expertly sucking my thrilled nipples. Her hands wrestled my pants over my hips as her lips and tongue sent ripples of sensation cascading down my sides. They seemed to crash into my pelvis in waves making me want to rub them together and throw them open to her all at once. My arms clutched at her head for support as she roughly shoved my pants further down my thighs and the tingling nerves radiating from my nipples outward were making my legs feel suddenly unsteady. At last, my pants fell to my ankles and she hardly gave me time to step out of them to kick them aside when her frantic hands were all over my panty-clad pussy. Her caresses weren't the least bit gentle. I didn't mind at all, I've always had a bit of a submissive side and actually enjoyed it a little rough on occasion, and sometimes even more. She was heading in a good direction for me. I don't think I could have slowed her down anyway. Her lips moved across my chest from one rock hard bud to the other, her sucking eager and noisy occasionally giving my long fleshy nipples toothy nips and harder pulling bites.

She whimpered as she left them weaving a trail of nibbles and kisses a down my chest and belly before her slim agile tongue danced across and into my unprotected navel. Her hands pulling hard in opposite directions virtually destroyed my thin cotton panties. Her teeth were finally employed to help tear away their remaining fragments. Totally exposed to her zealous attentions I wasn't sure what to expect next. I had only seconds to decide that passive compliance was the only option I had and stood waiting expectantly for her next command. Without warning, she put a hand in the middle of my chest tipping me roughly backward over the arm of the couch. My back slapped loudly against the soft leather but my hips remained tilted on an upward angle leaving my slit completely vulnerable to whatever her carnal intentions where. She made her way up my dangling legs, lips and tongue in the lead. If she missed an inch of skin as she worked her way toward her ultimate destination I couldn't tell. I heard a loud breathy gasp, wondering what could be wrong I opened my eyes and raised my head in alarm.

Claire flashed a maniacal leer along my whole body before returning her eyes to examine my pussy in minute detail and said breathlessly, "My god Jane, you're more beautiful than I ever imagined."

She glanced up at me while trailing a single finger alongside my pussy from my clit all the way down to my highly sensitive rosebud touching nothing but the surrounding skin. "Oh my, just look at that thick beautiful clit it looks so...so...delicious," she reached out with her tongue and touched it experimentally before blowing a cool breath across the meaty nub sending chills racing up my spine. Her eyes positively burning with desire locked onto mine. She said it with such conviction and reverence I couldn't help smiling as I looked down at her between my spread thighs. All I could think of to answer her was a chuckled, "Bon Appétit my love," as I laid my head back closing my eyes and allowing the tension to relax from my body.

Claire wasn't interested in any more talking the way her lips and tongue attacked my pussy. It felt like her mouth was everywhere at once. Her flattened tongue gave me chills with long slow strokes up my folds from bottom to top. She took each of my outer lips into her mouth. She drew them in using only the suction of her soft lips while raising her mouth up and down the length of them. Her tongue teased my inner lips while occasionally dipping deeper into my tunnel probing for my sweet nectar. I felt my legs being guided upward I helped bend them out of her way willingly. Her nearly prehensile tongue trailed further downward now that she had me totally exposed. She flicked it across my wrinkled pucker while her fingers lightly drummed against my hugely erect clit. I moaned aloud as jolting tremors raced up my body. When she continued her probing finally forcing her way past the restrictive entrance I thought I would pass out. With her tongue buried deep inside me her hands slid along my body searching for my tits and the rubbery knobs at each peak. The firm pinches and twisting tugs she gave them while her dexterous tongue probed my ass had me writhing and squealing beneath her. When she switched from ravaging my ass and plunged her talented oral organ deep into my waiting pussy I couldn't help myself and cried out, "Oh yeah, that's it baby, you eat my cunt."
Pulling upward on my legs, I tilted my pelvis to afford her maximum penetration. I could feel the tip of her tongue exploring me deep inside and "Oh God," brush across my g-spot. My pussy was already contracting on the whole length of her warm agile tongue when a slippery finger began probing lower. I sucked in a delighted gasp and cried, "Yes...oh yes...deeper baby...Oh god," she obediently buried her slender digit all the way and began fucking my ass with long purposeful strokes. Her tongue and lips furiously attacked my throbbing folds making great squishing sounds in my sweet nectar. The wondrous building pressure intensified slowly until her tongue began rubbing against the holy grail of my sexual being. I reacted instinctively to maintain her contact on my enflamed G-spot. Leaning up on one elbow suddenly, I reached for her head using a handful of her hair I forced it hard against my burning pussy. I watched in fascination as her lovely nose banged into my fully distended clit while I ground myself on her face, I was completely crazed.

By rocking my hips, I discovered that I could control where and how I was being fucked. I started to vary the speed, pressure, and depth of everything, she was my sex toy now. In my wildest fantasies, I never dreamed of abusing her pretty face this way to satisfy the nastiest urges of my dirty pussy. It was so incredibly sexy to watch I almost didn't want to cum so I could go on using her face to please my pussy forever. When I did start cumming, it hit me like a trip hammer exploding through my body with unbelievable force. I just stared and grunted in amazement as one powerful squirt after another shot from my throbbing pussy to splash against Claire's beautiful skin. After only a few seconds, my muscles started trembling and finally went completely limp. I was forced to let go of her slumping back down into the softness of the couch. Gasping convulsions shook my whole body as her tongue and fingers kept up their assault on my sensitive openings. A soft mewling escaped from my throat as I lay shuddering from my powerful orgasm. There was no way I could communicate how happy Claire had just made me, I was wrecked. I lay absolutely still barely able to breathe and already feeling pangs of regret that it over. Even as my lover happily lapped up the torrential juices from my body a new surge of disbelief had tears welling up and cascading down my cheeks again.

While I lay there spent, Claire bent to kiss me tenderly, my juices still streaking her face and said, "Hey baby look, It's after twelve now. Happy Birthday."

I was so utterly happy it was a major struggle to keep my tears under any control. I managed to roll enough and draw her into a tight embrace laying atop of my recumbent body and kissing her with all the love and passion I could express with only one mouth. The flavor of my own juices on her lips along with the realization of where I was, whom I was with, sent me reeling again. My luck had indeed changed on this the most wonderful birthday of my entire life.



Chapter 4

Sunday

(Manhandling)

Neither of us made it off the sofa that night. I woke tangled together with her when the morning sun shining through the window warming my face making any further sleep impossible. After a desperate search for the bathroom, which I had to find without benefit of a guide in her expansive home, my mind teetered between joy and shock when I was awake enough to take stock of where I was and who I spent the night with. I returned quietly to the living room finding a lovely hardwood Lancashire rocking chair off in the corner of the room. I sat watching her sleep in the quiet of the new morning. The cool wood against my naked skin raised goose bumps across my whole body and helped to keep me from lapsing into shock as my eyes cast about the room to record every subtle detail. My brain still felt like it was mired in the fog of a dream. I couldn't believe I was here. I let my eyes roam her naked body. She was even more beautiful than my most vivid fantasies had ever given her credit.

Even though her breasts were large, they retained the firmness of youth. The creamy orbs were capped by very pale half dollar areola and scrumptious thick nipples. I scanned further down marveling at her slim waist and firm flat tummy wondering how she stayed so fit. That thought flitted away like a feather in the wind when my gaze fell below her navel. Her neatly trimmed bush was a slightly darker shade than her sun streaked auburn hair. She kept it nicely trimmed much like my own. (Well that is when I haven't ignored it for four or five, six months.) The color, the shape, was... well perfect, it drew my eye and I couldn't make myself look anywhere else for quite some time. Her delicate scalloped folds gorgeous, the outer edges tinted a darker pink than the margin leading to the core of her femininity. Her clit even though hooded and nestled among the deep red curls was not hidden from my appraisal and was no less perfect. Its size was completely in proportion with the rest of her flawless anatomy, she was a goddess. Just being this close to her and both of us gloriously naked had me pinching myself to make sure it wasn't in fact just a dream. When I looked upward again, her eyes were open and she was smiling right at me.

Tipping her legs off the sofa to sit up she quickly stood and stepped over to me saying, "No honey, it's not a dream we really did spend the night together."

I smiled throwing my arms around her waist as she leaned into me while gently cradling my head against her body with both arms.

I asked her "are you sure? Maybe I should check again just to be certain," my hands began roaming along her lower back, sides, and ass, which finally did get the two-handed squeeze I'd been dreaming about all day yesterday.

When I kissed her belly, she giggled pulling away and said, "None of that now baby we have work," and turned to leave the room.

"Claire," I said concern must have colored my tone because she stopped immediately; I went on, "How are we going to make this work?"

Stepping back over to me, she answered confidently, "Easy, Hon, the minute we walk through that door we are just Claire and Jane two women who happen to love each other."

She turned to sit on my lap and I leaned back opening my arms to encircle her.

After a breath, she went on fleshing out the situation for both of us, "At work we'll have to be all business; that can not change. Don't you go thinking that just because we sleep together it'll draw you any slack on the job, missy. I'll pound you like anyone else if you give me a reason, I won't have any choice you do understand that don't you Jane.

I laughed happily beneath her and said, "Yes Mam, just like always," and gave her a wet kiss on her shoulder only because I couldn't reach any thing else.

She barely noticed and continued, "There are certain things we can't do like change how much time we spend together around the office in an obvious way unless the work calls for it. We'll have to drive separately and your mail from work can't come here. The little things I think, will be harder than some of the big ones but we are both smart enough to make it work, if we want it badly enough."

For some reason the clown in me suddenly popped out, perhaps to counter her seriousness and I added playfully, "So what you're telling me is no making goggle eyes at each other, I shouldn't pinch your ass when I pass you in the corridor, and quickies in the janitors closet are totally out of the question?"

Smiling down at me, she asked sarcastically, "Ya think? Can you handle all that baby?"

I hugged her tight and answered trying hard to suppress my laughing, "I don't know Claire you do have one pinch-able ass, it'll be tough, but I think the rest I can handle."

"Good," she said standing, "because I like waking up with you looking at me that way, it makes me feel...so...wanted, I like it, like it a lot"

Wanted indeed, I wanted to jump her bones right then but when I reached for her bare naked boobies she slapped my hands away playfully and said, "None of that now, we have work to do so let's go get done with it so we can come back home and celebrate your birthday again... properly this time."

She had my undivided attention with that remark and I popped out of the chair kissed her on the cheek and said, "I love you," and began scrambling around searching for my scattered clothes lying on the floor.

When I got to the tattered remains of my panties, she still hadn't moved and stood watching me with an embarrassed grin. I held them up surveying the carnage and told her, "I guess I'll be going 'commando' to the office today."

Her reply was a sweetly guilty, "Oops."

As she turned to walk away she added, "I'll loan you a pair of mine if you promise not to let anyone do that to them."

I following right behind her giving her ass a pinch and said as she squeaked, "I can't guarantee anything but thank you, I've always dreamed of getting into your panties girl."

Three and a half hours later, finally finished with the summary I was sitting behind my desk and couldn't figure out how to keep the dopey shit-eating grin off my face. I hadn't even seen Claire since we stepped off the elevator but she was still causing me no end of grief. God what a woman I thought scanning the numbers on my screen checking them against my notes to be sure everything was in order. Satisfied I fired it off to the shared printer in the common area of the office, before logging off the system and shutting down my computer. Gathering all the loose paper for recycling I headed over to the printing center to wait for the document to finish. I wanted to stop by and let Claire know my part of this fiasco was finished. Before I turned the corner near her desk, I stopped when I could hear her speaking excitedly to someone. I didn't want to interrupt and just hearing her sexy voice was enough to heat me up so I leaned against the wall and listened. I could tell by the tone and meter of her voice that she was probably speaking on the phone.

"I had to stop it, yes it's the same as before," she said with some heat.

"Well, send someone to get it, it's in a big pile in the back of the office, a blind man couldn't miss it," she said, giving terse directions to whomever she was speaking with.

I hated listening to one side of a conversation and so I moved a bit further away but could still hear quite a bit of her end of the call as her voice rose becoming somewhat agitated.

"Hell, I don't know why, maybe the bastard just got greedy. But if the numbers I heard are right this latest bit should be enough to bury him for good," she said her tone had a satisfied edge.

"What, yes absolutely, the recommendation stands," she said in a tone that I heard often enough and meant she would brook no further argument.

"I moved the China preparations up a week," she added a sighing, "Yes it's done and some damn fine work too, only three, what, yes I helped but not all that much. You look it over and then try to tell me I'm wrong to stand by my choice."

After a lengthy pause, she asked in an incredulous tone, "Is this MY father telling me that youth is some kind of impediment to intelligence and capability? Ha, that's a good one."

I started feeling guilty for listening in on a conversation with her father and started moving away to go wait by the printer to finish with the summary but even farther away from her desk, I could still hear bits and pieces as walked.

Sounding as though she were becoming bored with a repeated argument she answered, "Alright, if you insist I'll recuse myself from the vote but it won't make any difference anyway, you'll see."

"O.K. Dad thanks a bunch I'll see you in the morning, love you," she said her tone brightening noticeably.

With my mind, preoccupied trying to put the odd conversation into some sort of context I absently dumped the armload of waste into the recycling bin. I stood in front of the humming printer and quickly forgetting my eavesdropping. Indulging in a daydream about what went on between us last night seemed much more interesting to me while I waited for the machine to spit out the final pages. I flinched when I felt a hand slither around my hip before it began snaking its way much lower to gently cup over my pussy. I almost moaned aloud when the pair of warm lips made contact with the skin of my neck.

I said in a slightly whiny teasing voice, "Ms. McAllister you're setting a bad example for the workers..."

She didn't let go of my crotch and said over my shoulder, "Aw fuck'em I'm still horny, and you're just so damn cute standing here all by your lonesome, besides its Sunday who's gonna see?" before returning her lips to the nape of my neck.

I answered quickly trying to get her attention, "Oh just the security cameras."

"Damn it!" she said angrily releasing me and taking a step back, "Forgot about those fucking things."

I grabbed the sheaf of printed pages and motioned for her to follow me to her office.

When we arrived there, she roughly took the paper from me and sat without saying a word. I watched in silence as she poured her frustration into the process of turning the loose pages into a readable bound volume. When she finished with the slim summary, she slapped it down on top of the many times larger report, carried both through Adams open door, and dumped them on his desk with a heavy thump. She closed his door and slumped back into her chair with a sigh.

I asked softly, "Are you gonna be O. K. Claire?"

Blowing out a lusty sigh she leaned forward against her desk holding her head in her hands and replied, "No, Yes, Christ I don't know, god this will be hard."

I nodded before adding, "You said it yourself this morning it's the little things that will cause more trouble than some of the big ones. I understand what you meant by that now and you were dead right."

She looked up at me with pleading eyes and asked, "Do you think we can pull it off Jane I mean really?"

"Hell yes!" I said restraining myself from rushing over to her and wiping the pain I saw in her eyes away with a few kisses.

I continued after thinking for a minute, "Claire look, we are both intelligent professional women we can handle this. Right now, it's all just so new it will take a little time to adjust to it and we'll have to watch ourselves very carefully. But yes, if we help each other we can do it."

The tension in her face softened but didn't disappear entirely from her voice, "It all seamed so clear to me, so simple when I was spouting off this morning, this will be a lot harder than I ever thought it would be."

"But worth it?" I asked sharply to gauge the strength of her conviction.

Her reply came with a warm smile and her eyes crinkling at the corners smiled too, "Every second of it, Thank you Jane."

I said with a smile of my own, "That's my girl, now lets get outta here, It's my birthday remember?"

Before I could turn away, she hurriedly said, "Wait Hon, I have your first gift of the day, and besides we'd best start pretending we're not together right away."

She held out an envelope and said "Happy birthday Jane, I'll see you at home we can talk things out more there."

Carefully pealing at the paper, I said under my breath sardonically, "Don't count on it," as she sauntered past me with a throaty chuckle.

When it was finally open, I almost started to cry. I held in my palm the most precious gift I had ever received. It was a key to her Condo and a pass card for the garage. I know it may have seemed somewhat silly but my god it made me happy. When I looked under the flap of the envelope, I did start to cry a little. It was imprinted with a pair of pink lips (I recognized the shade immediately) and had "I Love You Jane De Marco," written across them in Claire's neat hand. It was so adorable, so perfectly sweet, but after staring the distinctive script for only a few seconds, I groaned with a frightening realization. My spirits sank when I understood the significance of this adorable little envelope. It had suddenly became dangerous to both of us If it were found anywhere inside this building. If I could recognize her handwriting at a glance then a whole lot of other people could too. Right then knew that we would be having that talk at home. My sweet, wonderful Claire needed a lesson about "the little things."

"Home" the word rang in my brain as I drove away from my apartment after collecting a few of my things. It all fit in one small duffle with room to spare holding a few outfits for work and some other treasures. I sped toward Claire's condo and her as fast as my old car and local law allowed promising myself I would remember to, "talk first...and screw after." I had one hell of a time deciding what to pack and in the end put a couple pair of my best underwear sets, my cosmetics kit, and a few tank tops suitable for work or play. I stuffed in a couple pair of my better jeans, and gathered three complete outfits for work and lastly I had to dig in the back of my storage closet for something a little more special. I hadn't worn in years, in fact had only worn once before. Barking my knuckles as I pulled the box out from under...ouch...damn it, everything I flipped open the small box to gaze fondly down at my naughty schoolgirl outfit. It was complete with hair extensions tied with ribbons for pigtails. I wore my hair much shorter in college, and the woman who presented it to me said a schoolgirl without pigtails just wasn't as much fun. There were also saddle shoes, a neck tie, button down shirt, and knee socks, (both in white of course) and the all-important pleated plaid skirt inside. Claire was gonna get such a kick out of this when I decided to show her!

When I was finished with my packing and looked at the clock, I almost shit myself. Two fucking thirty! Holy shit! I left work before noon! I looked down at the pathetic little pile of my possessions and wondered what in the hell took me so long. I was in such a fog the whole time thinking about what had happened to me just since Friday afternoon. My attention span had shrunken almost completely out of existence. When I parked my rusty blue eleven-year-old Chevy in the cavernous garage, I felt like such an interloper among the Porches, high end Audis, and Jaguars. I also realized with a start that I couldn't remember which floor Claire's condo was on. Thank god, I spotted the thoughtfully engraved 1114 placed along the edge of the key on my way to the elevator or I would have had to go door to door searching for her. That thought and my sore ragged looking knuckles gave me an idea for a bit of fun so instead of using the key, I decided to knock.

When she answered the door I said, "There you are! I finally I found the right one." and I rushed inside giving her a hug.

She sputtered for a second before asking, "Well...What...Why didn't you just use your key?"

I admitted sheepishly, "I couldn't remember what floor you were on so I started at the bottom and worked my way up checking every door in the building."

Dropping my bag, I held up my hand showing her the damaged knuckles as proof.

Her hand flew to her open mouth in shock and she said with wide-eyed surprise, "You didn't, really?"

Having a hard time keeping a straight face now, I told her, "Yep, every door in the whole place, I wasn't going to give up until I found you."

The joke lasted for about three more seconds. When I tried to spit out my last line I lost it, "I wasn't giving up, and only had a few more floors to go..." her shocked expression had me bursting out in laughter.

She shook her head at me and said, "You shit, you had me going there," she walked away chuckling after giving me a playful slap on the arm.
"I really did forget," I said as I followed quickly behind her adding, "but the number is on the side of the key. So no, I didn't have to search the whole building but I would have, to find you."

She stopped, turned to me and said, "That's so sweet, you're forgiven for teasing me, but not for being late, where the hell were you?" She asked pouting comically, "I was getting so lonely."

I told the truth this time saying, "I'm sorry, I stopped by my place to grab a few things and it took a lot longer than I thought it would. It seems I've been a little distracted lately."

She laughed and said, "Tell me about it, I took me almost a full two hours just to get showered and dressed for your birthday."

That's when I noticed what she was wearing and shut my mouth deciding those two hours were very well spent indeed. I couldn't believe it was possible but she was more beautiful every time I looked her. Her dress was a medium weight shimmering soft blue satin halter style cocktail dress with a tapered bottom edge. Her legs were clad in a matching shade of blue silk and her Gabriella Rocha ankle strap pumps were a perfect color as well. She was a vision I absolutely loved it, I really hated to have to scold her but I had to before I got...well...ah...oh yeah distracted again. (Damn it!)

"Claire," I quickly fished the envelope from my pocket, "Do you know what this is?"

She answered warily at my tone, "Yes that's the envelope I put your key in."

"It is," I said taking a breath calming myself before going any further I turned the inner flap for her to see. "It is also one of those little things that we have to be careful of at work. Can you imagine how quickly something like this would tear through that building if I had thrown it out there, or worse dropped it on my way out of the building and someone else had found it?"

Her gasp was all I needed to hear, she got the picture.

I told her calmly, "It was adorable, I loved it, I want to keep and cherish it forever but at work, we...can't...ever...do this."

She looked like she was about to cry and said, "Oh my god I see what you mean, I'm so sorry."

I decided to tell her the rest of what had been eating me, "After the other day when I let slip to you that I was gay, I had already decided by then to turn in my notice because I couldn't be with you. Now it's starting to look like it might be necessary in order to stay with you."

"Claire honey," I said wanting to end this troubling discussion, "I won't have you jeopardizing your career over me. You've worked too hard, for too long to get were you are."

She deflected my noble declaration like an errant bug, "And you haven't?"

With a surprising bit of heat in her tone, she said, "No, Jane do not do that. I won't have you giving up your career because I can't stop acting the fool, absolutely not. I'll just have to get my head out of my ass, and I promise you I will."

Unable to resist the opening she gave I said leering at her, "If you dress like this everyday when I come home, the only head you have to worry about keeping away from your ass will be mine."

Uncrossing her incredible legs and standing, she leaned down to give me a luscious kiss while my hands slid over every curve hiding beneath the slippery dress. At least those I could reach standing in the kitchen.

Using both hands, after far too short a moment, she pushed me away drawing a petulant whimper from me. She handed me a small stripped foil shopping bag and ordered, "Now get your ass in the shower now, and don't dawdle girl."

I stole one last, well-aimed peck on her neck before dashing off trying to remember the way to her bathroom. Her shower wasn't the traditional stall tucked into a corner that I was familiar with it was a room onto itself. I felt so small inside the glass walled enclosure that I could have hosted a reunion for the Green Bay Packers and still had plenty of room. There were dozens of wonderfully placed nozzles all over to reach and clean every curve, crack, or crevice on my body, and I also discovered to my sheer delight, that...Oooo...they...Ahhh...were...Oh my...adjustable. I was thoroughly enjoying this steamy, relaxing bit of heaven when a wisp of blue and the click of heels passing the just outside the glass brought me back to the here and now. Oooo... I thought laughing to myself some one is getting impatient. I killed the spray, and stepped out of my warm wet version of nirvana. Once outside I began searching madly for a towel as my body reacted to the abrupt temperature change with goose bumps and hardening nipples. (No, really it was the cold air, honest!)

When I found the shopping bag from Claire's favorite boutique there was a pair of black patent leather seven-inch spike heels sitting next to it. The damn things probably cost more than I made working last week. They were awesome, beautiful, and my size exactly, I loved them. Inside the bag (bless her heart) were a half dozen pair of very pretty lace panties and thongs to replace the pair she savaged to death last night. Beneath all of those was where I made the real discovery. The black lace seamless bodystocking had long sleeves and an open crotch I squealed with delight as it glided over my skin. The fabric was fine and hugged my curves like a second skin. When I stood in front of the mirror in it and the awesome fuck me pumps, I felt so decadent, so unbelievably sexy. I couldn't help running a finger the length of my exposed pussy lips all the way to my clit and found I was already dripping wet. I popped the musky finger into my mouth and purred....Mmmm. (My god I felt so perfectly slutty.)

When I stepped around the corner still trying to master walking in the high altitude pumps, I could smell the sweet aroma of a baking cake permeating the whole space. How sweet of her I thought as I sauntered carefully down the hallway my moist lips sliding across each other with every step. Peeking around the corner when I finally got the archway I found Claire hard, at work. What precious little domestic goddess she was. She took my breath away wearing her cute frilly apron to protect the blue satin dress. Any lingering guilt I felt for being so late and having to lecture her about the "little things" vaporized in the mists of my building lust.

I didn't say word until I was three steps into the kitchen then announced, "Honey I'm home!"

Her eyes opened wide and her hand flew to her mouth. She said after a happy sigh, "and wearing your new birthday suit I see."

She started eyeing me up and down hungrily, and ordering a full turn with a twirl of her finger. After an appreciative wolf whistle she said, "The cake will be done in less than ah... twenty minutes can you wait that long?"

I walked over to where she stood slipping behind her and wrapping my arms around her body I started kissing the soft perfumed skin along her neck very deliberately and massaged her wondrous melons before asking, "Does this answer your question?"

She responded by pressing her body back into me and tilting her head giving me access to her silky skin. I wasted no time eagerly testing the weight and firmness of her globes hidden beneath the slippery material with my hands while my lips and tongue teased her throat and nibbled at her ear.

She protested weakly, "I was almost done cleaning up too, now it'll never get done."

I said softly into her ear, "go right ahead sweetness, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing while you finish. I'll do my best not to get in your way, Honest."

Never slowing my caresses along the outer swell of her breast with one hand the other dancing gently up and down her stocking covered inner thigh. Using just the pads on my fingertips I ran the light caresses higher and higher up under her dress. At the same time continuing to kiss and nibble at the base of her neck. The last of her domestic intentions deserted her and her apron fell to the floor she leaned deeper into my embrace.

In a slightly whiny voice she purred, "Mmmm...I can't."

I answered, "Sure you can babe, it's called multi-tasking and women are supposed to be really quite good at it."

Spinning in my arms, she faced me with a naughty smile and reached for the bow that held the dresses tied around her neck. A single tug loosened it and she expertly shimmied out of the sleek fabric covering letting it crumple to the floor at her feet and said to me, "Well maybe you could show me how its done by multi-tasking this!"

My awestruck brain only barely registered that her flawless color coordination carried through beneath the dress. She was now clad only in a sinfully brief thong and matching lace garter belt supporting the light blue stockings.

Completely stunned by the sublimely beautiful figure standing before me I had some difficulty remembering to breathe. I raised a finger to point at her before finally saying in complete reverence, "That should be illegal."

With a growing smile, she answered, "In several states I think it is."

My hands acting on their own volition seized her by the hips and pulled her roughly against me. My mouth sought out hers hungrily sampling her soft warm lips. With the taller heels on, I was forced to bend slightly downward to reach her. The sensation was a new one for me but I was oddly pleased with it. Once more, I could feel my stiff nipples digging into her flesh as I pulled her more deeply into my embrace. The fine lace of the bodystocking dragging across them as I moved was making them so rigid they formed little tents under the thin fabric. My hands roamed the muscular moguls of her ass my fingertips slipping between to trace the irregular surface of the lacey material separating them. Her mound pressing forward bumped against my clit and lips the smooth satin drew a muffled moan while my mouth and tongue were busy exploring hers. I forced her backward deeper into the corner before I pulled my mouth from hers. I used only the firm flesh of her ass to lift her off the ground and deposit her backside on the smooth granite countertop.

I knelt forcing her legs apart and hurriedly pulled the aside material barring me from attacking her womanhood. With her back against upper cabinets, she was left with a rather precarious perch on the counters edge. A secure purchase for her feet was also impossible so her hands were occupied with the task of keeping herself seated on the narrow stone strip. Realizing her predicament, I thought a bit cruelly that without her hands bothering me, I was free to utilize all of my considerable skills to tease her pussy mercilessly. I intended to build her up very slowly to a truly monstrous orgasm. I began lapping the surface of her swollen pink lips with light unhurried strokes. Her hips immediately began a futile thrusting motion trying to increase the pressure against my pointed tongue. She whimpered with each futile attempt urging me to greater exertions. The sounds she made only added to my determination to continue at my own pace. Inhaling deeply I smelled her earthy musk and savored the slick salty trickle of her juice while carefully probing her folds. I descended into her depths pausing briefly to tickle the delicate inner lips as I sought out more of her sweet honey. My tongue now happily coated I pressed my lips against her heating pussy using my fleshy probe to dip in deeply. Drawing out ever more of her succulent nectar, I swallowed it all greedily.

My lips and chin were soon unable contain it all and I finally abandoned my gluttony slipping my mouth from her hot tunnel. As I licked up the creamy flow from the outside with a flattened tongue I marveled at how truly delicious it was. The plump contours of her lips formed the most beautiful fleshy orchid and I was determined not to neglect any of its beauty. I slowly trailed the very tip of my tongue across the plush outer folds collecting the dewy musk coating each of them. Encountering the resistance of her glistening dark pink clit halted my aimless wandering. I brushed over it lightly with my lips and swore I could feel it throbbing as I touched it. Claire's sharp intake made me smile and her hip gyrations trying to force my lips against her clit failed. I backed away drawing another frustrated whimper from her. I curled my tongue into a tight hook while casting my eyes upward to watch her facial contortions as I tickled the base of her throbbing nubbin beneath the wrinkled flesh around it. Her forefinger and thumb briefly teased one aching nipple while her remaining fingers attempted to close around the alabaster sphere. With a start, she must have felt the edge drawing too near and she quickly released her demanding breast and returned her hand to its primary task, keeping her butt on the countertop. Her hips went suddenly still and her hands had to remain where they were in order to keep her pussy where my tongue could reach it.

Fighting a huge grin at her dilemma, I lowered my lips carefully to encircle her throbbing clit. I had effectively imprisoned it within the fleshy folds surrounding it. I applied gentle suction in and out with maddening slowness taking care not to make direct contact with her encapsulated bud. Each intake of slick skin rubbing all over the responsive bundle drew another gasp or groan. Each breath came with the hope that the next time I drew inward would be strong enough to bring about her release. I flicked at the tip of her clit with a light brush of the coarser surface of my tongue and her groans echoed in the room around us. With my nostrils filling with her intoxicating aroma and my palate eager to resume savoring the flavor of her I abandoned the inmate within the upper limits of her crease and followed my articulating tongue back into her depths. My restraint was but a fleeting memory when I finally buried my tongue in her to its very limit. Her sweat essence cascading down my throat inspired my neck muscles to flex propelling my face deeper and deeper into her crease. My tongue probing inside her produced delighted squeals and a deliciously abundant flow as my reward. I withdrew my tongue to lavish all of the shining outer surfaces and seriously tease her recently confounded clit. Her accelerating breaths were coming in ragged gasps now. I sensed she was near to explosion and began anticipating the inevitable flood when...

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, It took a second for me to figure out what the sound was. Oh my, I guess the cake is done!

I straightened immediately with my chin and cheeks shining with her dew and volunteered in an in a ridiculously cheerful tone, "I'll get it," while turning away and quietly snickering.

Claire slumped on the counter and blowing out a frustrated sigh through her pursed lips ordered, "Hurry damn it!"

Unfortunately, for Claire my mood had taken a sudden and capricious turn right then that wouldn't allow me to follow orders very well. I was making quite a show of locating and turning off the timer before pulling on the oven mitts. I fiddled around until Claire could stand no more and hopped down from her perch barking, "Oh give me those, damn it."

With a hip and shoulder, she unceremoniously knocked me aside and accomplished the task in a few efficient seconds. I took my brusque removal as an opportunity for a little more horseplay and started sneaking out of the kitchen. I nearly made it too, but my impressive footwear slowed my escape. Claire was (literally) hot on my heals, scrambling after me and finally took me down with an impressive tackle before I could clear of the damn sofa. Our laughter was warm and genuine as we tussled on the soft leather until Claire spied the unopened gift box sitting on the table from the night before. She sat up seizing it and employing it as a weapon when I refused to stop tickling her.

I settled down begrudgingly after she pummeled me about the head and shoulders with the box. We were still laughing when she realized what she was holding and thrust it eagerly into my hands and said, "Go ahead open it!"

The wrapping was very prettily done so I deliberately used a great deal of care to remove the paper without damaging it unduly. I knew it was frustrating the piss out of her but I was having a ball. My assessment was proven correct when she snatched the paper from my grasp and gave vent to her frustrations by tearing it to bits with an evil sounding chuckle. Inside the box was a pink silicon-latex girl toy unlike any I had ever seen. It had a fairly long phallus of moderate girth on one side but the other had a large connected bulb with slight forward lean and an extra bump near the top. It also had a twist knob at the bottom, and formed the rough shape of an unequal "U" that had been pulled open slightly.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked her uncertainly.

With a mischievous grin and an enthusiastic nod she answered, "Yup, it's a strapless dildo. This one's all the rage in Europe. I had it air shipped over-night for your birthday. It's from a London company called "Sh."

I picked it out of the box asking, "How's it work?"

Her hand dipped into the box plucking out the instruction booklet, she stood holding out her other hand to me and said brightly, "C'mon baby lets go find out."

I carefully washed it while she read the booklet aloud and despite our frequent laughter, we had a fair working understanding of what we were supposed to do. If we could only keep our excitement under control for long enough, I was positively dripping with anticipation. Stepping into her spacious bedroom for the first time was for me, a nearly religious experience. I was in awe of its size and beauty and almost forgot why I was in there. The antique furnishings and classic appointments filled my head with questions and eyes with delight threatening to distract me. Only when I watched Claire bending to slip off her sodden thong, did my attention return squarely where it belonged. I hooked an antique brocade vanity bench with my foot and sat with my legs apart rubbing the large bulbous end of the device along my drenched crease to lubricate it. Propping one foot on the bench I slowly began inserting it. It took some time and considerable effort to ease it into place within my tunnel but once inside I had a wondrous full feeling that I found delightful. I swiveled my hips experimentally as I pressed it firmly against myself to allow the internal sensations and my stretched outer folds to settle around it when my errant finger accidentally turned on its vibrating internal workings.

It was so sudden and unexpected I voiced my reaction with a wide eyed, "OH my Goooo!"

After a few more seconds savoring the intensely buzzing marvel buried inside of me, I looked to Claire who waited patiently on the bed watching the whole process unfold. I said to her smiling, "Well Happy birthday to me!" before turning the switch off wanting to save those deep sensations for later.

I stood feeling how it moved with my body half-expecting gravity alone to pull it out of my body but the size and angle of the large bulb kept it very nicely in place. Noticing my reflection in the vanity mirror, I was fascinated by the image that greeted me. My lithe form clad in the shimmery black bodystocking and protruding from the union where my hips and thighs met was this long swaying cock! It was so cool! I reached down and gripped it giving a few long masturbatory stokes smiling enormously as I turned in Claire's direction.

She asked with a wanton smile of her own as I approached her "Are going to share that or keep it all to yourself gorgeous?"

The soft flexible appendage swayed with each step I took until I stood towering over her with "my cock" pointed right at her lips. I answered her question with a challenge, "If you want some, you know what to do baby."

She grasped the pliable member and began licking the tip eagerly, wrapping a hand around my ass to pull me nearer before closing her lips around it. In a few long diligent strokes, she had it wet and glistening and leaned back on the bed with her legs slowly parting as she offered herself to me. Riveted for a moment I just stared at her lying there, she was so beautiful in her garter belt and stockings. I felt so privileged it nearly took my breath away. Shedding my shoes quickly I crawled up onto the huge bed toward her pausing only briefly to pass a flattened tongue along her still steaming quim. With one hand gliding between us, she eagerly rubbed the head around in her slick juices and positioned the tip at her entrance. As I pressed my hips forward slowly, I wondered how much of its considerable length she could take. My question was answered three short strokes later when her saucy tunnel took it all. Our clits bumped against each other as I found her limits.
The hip action required to drive "my cock" into her took some patience and practice for me to master but soon I was pistoning into her pussy like a true gunslinger. Claire was taking my pounding assault to her full depth. Her moans of unrestrained pleasure loudly echoed in the room as I pushed in deep enough to bring my own mound crashing against hers each time I plunged into her. My own heat was building quickly as the extra knob on the tip of the bulb inside me was perfectly aligned with my G-spot. With every push, it rocked into brief contact sending chills up my spine while banged away into her juicy slit. My juices were freely flowing down onto her lips that every driving stroke produced a satisfying wet squish. My arms balancing my upper body held me in a near perfect position to attack her bouncing nipples as pumped into her, I didn't waste the opportunity. Tilting my head, I seized her right nipple sucking it into my mouth with powerful suction earning a drawn out growl from my lover. Hooking her legs around my ass while her hips began gyrating to meet my every thrust, her earlier whimpered moans were becoming loud and throaty. Using only the muscles of my lips, I tilted my head back bending her nipple against the full weight of her suspended breast and began giving the very tip of her nipple light toothy nips and flicking my tongue back and forth across it.

She exploded into motion beneath me gasping out, "Oh...oh...oh...my god," while her hands, hips, and legs, urged me to a faster pace. I obliged her and releasing her right nipple after a last firm nip before repeating the process focusing on her other globe. She responded with a grunt and began a running dialog through her panting breaths. "Yeah baby, that's it fuck me hard....Oooo." "Oh fuck yeah...slam my cunt...make me cum...ahhh..." "Yes...Yes...oh...god..." Her pitch changed abruptly and she squealed with her whole body stiffening, "Oh...Oh...Oh...Yes...Ooooo...Oh...Oh... I'm Cummmmming!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Gradually slowing my motions but keeping the dildo deep inside her pussy, I let the weight of her heavy breast pull the teat from my lips. Smiling I watched the tremors rack her body for several delightful minutes. With the sweat dripping from my brow attesting to the exertions of making love this way, I never felt so good, so alive, and so powerful. I loved being able to give her such pleasure and never thought I could pull it off so well on the very first attempt. The device buried in my pussy still felt secure even after the workout we had just given it. I was thinking as I lay looking down at her next time I wanted to pound really her good. Her breathing and mine was slowly becoming more normal and when I leaned down to lick a drop of salty sweat from where it fell on her chest, her eyes popped open and locked with my own. Her lips parted into a gratified smile showing all of her even white teeth and she said, "That was fun, let's do it again."

I answered with a grin of my own and whispered, "As you wish."

Grabbing her by the upraised thighs, I dragged her body closer to the edge of the bed and stood. My hips and legs felt tired from the unaccustomed motions of using "my cock" on her and I hopped that standing upright would make it a little less exhausting. Belatedly remembering the vibrator buried deep in my pussy I reached down and turned it on. The powerful thrumming so deep inside me almost buckled my knees but I managed to remain on my feet. Grabbing "my dick," I started tracing it around her sopping pussy and running it up and down along the full length of her crack. When it bumped across her sphincter, she twitched and naughty thoughts began forming in my head but decided there would be time for that later. The powerful vibrations were killing my patience so I aligned the fleshy probe in her opening and pushed it in deep. A few slow deliberate strokes, quickly closed her eyes again, but her smile remained fixed even as I reached up under her bent legs to grasp her wrists. I placed my knees against the side of the bed for balance and without the slightest warning I took her, driving into her at a bone-jarring pace. Her eyes snapped open and her lips formed into a soundless Oh. My eyes never left her face I enjoyed watching as her expressions changed knowing that I was responsible for the sensations lashing through her body. The faster and the harder I drove into her, the wider her smile became. The powerful pumping strokes really brought the special nubbin inside me hammering down on my G-spot. The throbbing vibrations deep in my pussy were driving my body completely wild. Using her arms for leverage I pounded recklessly into her core, she was powerless to stop me. I only moderated my speed only when I wanted to force my clit harder against her mound as I watched her big tits bouncing the nipples pointing stiffly skyward with every hammered stroke.

Gritting my teeth as I pounded into her depths my head swimming with the multitude of sensations I growled, "God I love fucking you!"

Expecting no response I asked her harshly, "You like it when I fuck your hot cunt don't you baby?"

A nod and a whimper was all she could muster, so I resumed my monologue, "You're such a nasty slut for me aren't cha Claire?"

"Her reply was a breathy, Yessss."

Her answer surged through me like a bolt of lightning, my whole body tingling under its influence.

I was so stunned by it I just stopped moving entirely. Claire's eye snapped open and I felt her hands spin to clutch desperately at my forearms and try to pull me back into motion. I blinked hard trying to clear my head and felt her hips undulating against me.

I looked down on her needy expression and asked her, "What do you want my little whore?"

She grunted thrusting herself against my immobile crotch but didn't answer.

I barked, "Tell me what you want slut," as slowly started to slide out of her.

Her expression grew frantic and finally she gasped out, "Please... fuck me, fuck my pussy... hard."

I stroked into her for one long stroke then withdrew stopping cruelly to ask, "Is that what you want whore?"

"Yessss," she answered around an urgent gasp.

Once more, and I stopped asking, "Like that slut?"

"Yessssss," her voice now nothing more than a hiss.

I gave her another and stopped again, thinking to myself what a monster I was becoming. I decided after a second that I fucking loved it. Before I could form another thought Claire roared, "Harder, faster, god damn it! Fuck my slut pussy! "

A huge grin lit across my face. It was such a kick hearing her demand sex from me using such filthy language. I rammed into her giving every penetration full length and power pulling on her arms and smacking wetly into her body. I was soon gasping, and grunting with my exertions but kept hammering into her. The sweat was pouring down my body with every powerful thrust of my hips. I was having difficulty keeping my mind focused as the deep vibrations and the constant banging were driving the extra nub against my throbbing G-spot. Claire's hands tightened on my forearms as the first wracking convulsions swept through her body. "Oh... oh...oh...yesssssss god damn it!!! Mmmmm...Oh fuck Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!!! Her legs slipped off my sweaty hips as I continued driving my "cock" deep into her as she howled with pleasure. I tried to continue my strokes but just a few seconds later, I followed her over that same precipice. The myriad of sounds, scents, and sensations, finally overwhelmed me. When I came, it was so intense, so all consuming my whole body went shook. Tremors emanating from deep inside my body radiated outward destroying my rhythm. I did try to give her a few last erratic strokes but soon my legs had lost all their strength and coordination. They trembled and became weak so quickly that I felt the beginnings of my collapse. Unable to hold myself upright any longer, I felt my sweaty hands lose their grip on Claire's arms. The last thing I remembered was missing the bed entirely as I fell quivering to the carpeting where each wave of my orgasm sent another shudder through my body. My pussy pulsed a river of hot cum down the inside of both my thighs as I lay twitching and gasping with each new spasm. My senses quickly overloaded and I blacked out completely.

When I rejoined the world, Claire was lying beside me on the floor caressing my face and kissing me lightly. My breaths came in rasping gulps as the bulb deep inside my body continued its steady thrumming. My hips twitched involuntarily with the muscles inside me still clutching against it. I reached down finding my fingers didn't have the dexterity to shut it off so I used my thumb to press hard into the deepest part of the "U" and ejected it forcibly from my body. Slumping over on my side, my legs soaked with my own juices and hers I just lay there breathing deeply, trying to recover. Claire picked up the noisily buzzing device and silenced it. She turned to face me and began licking my creamy fluids from its bulbous end looking like a happy child enjoying an ice-cream cone. She smiled down at me her eyes sparkling with mischief she looked very happy indeed.

"So you like my birthday present?" I asked through an exhausted grin.

"Mmmmm...," was all her busy mouth could manage.

I said, "Good, then next time you get to wear it."

Answering brightly she said, "Maybe, but I do kind of like being your dirty little slut," She punctuated her declaration with a warm musky flavored kiss.

"Yeah," I laughed tiredly and said, "I kinda liked that part too."

Finished with her treat she tossed it on the bed and said pulling on my arms, "This makes me hungry, c'mon you."

I could only help her a little, levering myself into a sitting position I began removing the bodystocking not liking the way it clung wetly to my inner thighs. Before I was finished, Claire had disappeared. When I heard the familiar noises emanating from the kitchen, I carefully rose on very shaky pins to go her track her down.

As I suspected she was opening drawers and searching through the cupboards looking for the implements to frost a cake. I sauntered right past her giving her lovely ass an appreciative caress before reaching right into one of the round cake pans and breaking off a huge hunk of fluffy yellow cake. I proceeded to take a big bite and chewed it happily. When I turned toward Claire with crumbs falling down my chin and chest she stood staring at me, her face a mask of disbelief.

Storming over to me, she asked indignantly, "Now how the hell do you expect me to frost your cake?"

Spying the frosting container, I dipped two fingers into it then dabbed each of her nipples with the sweat chocolate I said smiling, "Like that," and bent sucking them both noisily clean.

Finished I straightened and said, "Delicious, best birthday cake I've ever had."

Needless to say, the cake and frosting were both consumed and enjoyed immensely. Without ever being united in the traditional way. Nor were any candles harmed in association with my birthday this year.

(Ah, damn! That could have been fun! I suppose that kitchen was already messy enough.)