Lesbian Seduction of My Coworker

I reached down and grasped her hand and guided it to between my legs and put it upon my warm, wet mons that she could feel swollen and moist through the fabric. She absolutely froze for a second ....so when she didn't push her palm into my softness, I pushed her hand firmly into the heat of my desire for her. I felt her go limp against me and her wrist began a motion that caused me to gasp. No woman needs teaching of touch ...just courage and encouragement to do it. "baby," I whispered, "That's gonna be there for us when we have our date. It's not going away ....You made me want to make love to you more than anyone ever ..bar none. And this, " I said as I reached towards her warmth between her legs and gently but firmly massaged my message into the damp fabric of her excitement, "this is what we both feel right now and will the next time...but baby... But it can't be this way, so I am sorry ...SORRY that I didn't plan for more time with you if this had happened. I could have guessed you were so passionate ...I didn't believe you'd be so ready to be this passionate with me. I mean, if you think I surprised YOU today ...you surprised ME ten times more in the way that you kissed me. So ... PLEASE give me another chance...just you and me...(kiss) this weekend (soft kiss) ...just you and me (kiss) ...any way you want ." And I kissed her more deeply and passionately and with more determination to express my affection than I have kissed any woman or ever will. She had to know my heart in that kiss, or I feared, I might lose her. When her tongue started kissing me harder and her wrist action rotated her palm against my pussy in such a way as to begin to build an orgasm , my frustration in the situation let out an combination of moan and grunt that opened her eyes, and widely peering into mine for a clue for what was to come, I picked her hand off my crotch and sighed a very deep sigh and told her all I could say to sum it up, " girl....you don't know ...you just have NO idea what you have done to me today."

And so ..it was soooo hard gathering ourselves in between the looks we gave each other, the hand squeezes, the longing looks, the numerous hugs in the next ten minutes, and a tender, emotional, passionate kiss before we left my office and headed for the door.

In the several days before our "date", I have to confess that work was awkward when we were in the same room or working on our project together. Frankly, all that I FEARED about having a relationship with a co-worker came to fruition, including a moment when we staunchly disagreed about something and I sensed that if SHE didn't get her way, the underlying message was that the tryst between us might be in danger. I quickly gave her her way. At the start of the next day and the day after, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife between us ...but each night we emailed each other the fondest things and the mutual looking forward to our night together.

She reminded me about 100 times that she didn't know what she was doing because she had never done this, she wondered if I was going to "teach her," to which I replied that she would need no teaching based on what we experienced in my office, and when she asked me to flat out tell her exactly what we were going to be doing together, I responded with an email.

Babe,

You seem to want me lay out a road map of what we are going to be doing Friday night. I am sure that your fantasies of what is to be and mine will have some similarity, and some variance. I know you are nervous ...and I soooo wish we could have consummated our love the other night at the office so that all of this wonder and doubt would be resolved. Even though we didn't come to orgasm together, I want to tell you that the other night is one of the most wonderful sexual experiences of my life. Having said that, there are some things you just want to be reassured about ..and I am glad to share some of that so that we both will feel more comfortable.

The first thing to know is that nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen. We are big girls and if it weren't to feel right, than that would be that and we could go back to being good friends and nothing more. But leaving it at that is not what I sensed from you when I made my shameless pass at you. Nobody ever kissed me back like that. Nobody ever made me want to penetrate her soul like you did. So ...I will be honest ..if I had my way, tomorrow night we'd skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom. Is that crass of me to say? I just can't wait to pick up where we left off. When I was asking you out, I meant that ..let me buy you dinner and Mohito ...let me relax you and get to know you more intimately and THEN make love to you. But it seems that we started something the other night that we can't stop ..at least thats what I think. SO ...if you want to know what tomorrow night is going to be like ...how about I show up with a pizza and some wine coolers and we take it from there. If you will let me, I want to show you pleasure that you have only imagined. I want to give you my whole self ..my lips, my tongue, my fingers and all that I have to give you ...and all I want back from you is appreciation. Will you be nervous, YES and I respect that but know that even though I have done this before and you haven't, I will be nervous ..NOT because it is with you...being with you is the most natural thing I can think of right now...but because I want to live up to your expectations and give you everything I can. Rome wasn't built in a day my love ...so know that even though there are a MILLION ways I want to make love to you, there are only a few that we will have time for :) so let that be our night. Let me drink in your beauty in every way and show you what I have been feeling for you for so long. Tomorrow night we will be one.

Love

B

Her wavy hair was done up perfectly, as though she had agonized over every strand in the mirror ...I knew it was that way because it was that way for me. I had arrived overdressed compared to her ...because she had taken me literally and had dressed up for me in the most provocative ensemble she could come up with. Her light blue cowl neck tunic draping low, and a skin tight yellow V neck T underneath that traced the outline of her beautiful breasts much like on the day when we participated in the charity car wash and her body was the drawing card for the day. She was barefoot when she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and a welcome that hinted at what was to come with us very soon. While she was the natural beauty of the two of us, I had predictably gone bold with the color in my makeup and style ...I always feel like my lips are more kissable with a brighter red and had gone with a darkened, sultry look for my eyes ...I felt these things I did exemplified that we were NOT at work ..this was different. I had worn a black baby doll mini dress with long sleeves and a scooped neckline, and a carefully chosen heart bead necklace that dipped into my cleavage.

But after dinner those clothes didn't last. Conversation was a kind of forced natural ...no work talk ...compliments to the chinese chefs who made it easy for me to pick up and deliver for the night. A lead in of "a bit spicy," welcomed the , "I think a lot of things will be spicy tonight." Oh does it have to be that way in conversation ...so predictable but, yet, unavoidable. Small talk...seemingly wayyy too much small talk when both of us were squirming for what was next.

"So what now? " she asked.

"Are you saying its my choice?"

"mmmhmmm" she nodded yes.

"hmmmm..the cozy living room couch, or the mystery of your bedroom? Is that really my my choice tonight....I can't deny...um"

I was about to go long winded about why we didn't need to rush and why I didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do, when she aggressively grabbed my hand in hers and said convincingly "I want to go to bed and screw (aw how sexy she sounded when she said "screw...it poured out of her mouth slowly.....delightful) ...."Lets get out of these fucking clothes and do what we came here to do."

It was not the last time that night she could simply state the obvious and assure me with both words, actions, and her passion that she was wayyy beyond the "virginal" aspect from her standpoint. She had clearly rationed that we were taking our close friendship to the sexual level, and perhaps sensing my apprehension to just lustily claim the spoils of my successful lesbian seduction of a (previously) straight girl, she was out to demonstrate to me that not only was she in this willingly and wantingly, but even to further heighten my overwhelming amazement at her unforeseen urgency to make love, here on the brink she was so anxious and had seemingly even calculated (correctly) that I would be turned on to know that she was not just there to be "my girl," but in essence, wanted to convey that she wanted to be "my dirty girl." There you have it ...that's where we started ...where we jumped forward, thanks to her, that she wanted to be my lesbian dirty girl. I was wowed beyond jaw dropping astonishment, but squeezed her hand as I got up out of my chair, and confidently said ," take me to your bedroom then Marcia."

In the darkened bedroom, I guess we both decided there was little light but that would be enough, trying to go slowly when it was in neither of our hearts for the moment, we began to loosen our clothes and standing before each other, helped each other towards fully exposing ourselves in the glow. Though it was dark, I could clearly make out her curves, and her eyes drinking in the sight of me nude, and as I was to her, an object now of lesbian sexuality. I remembered this new feeling from my first time, and the realization that our bodies and skin were to be one and warm together. We embraced gently and tingly at first....then in full body contact, I, the taller of us, bending down slightly watched her crane her neck upward at me and fall into me lightly, as I swooped into a peck on the lips softly that turned into more of a hug than a kiss, with me quickly going down to suckle her neck and feel her warm, nude body close to mine.

Her eyes in the soft light were trusting and smiling at me ... I had wanted to start in a kind of way that we left off ...with her upon my lap. So I was first to break the embrace and sit upon her bed and beckon "Come here and sit like we did before ...except this will be a bit more comfortable."

And I pulled her onto my lap, and for a moment it was gawky but I held her up and took her firmly in my arms.

The first kiss was a bit awkward, not that she was fighting it, but I believe she was ready for a more passionate kiss than the slight one I began with. In fact, in every moment where I guessed that I should hold back a little and proceed with caution, she proved to me that I misjudged her. Her inexperience was hardly a hindrance to passion she longed to give and receive. At first Marcia's lips pressed against mine softly, and I felt her shaking just a bit as I embraced her. I looked at her boobs and realized her nipples were hard, as were mine. All through me the excitement rushed and I told her to relax and to hold me in between our ever growing in intensity kisses. I wanted to make out with her all night because her lips were so soft and her skin felt so warm and inviting next to mine ..on top of mine .....but just making out was not going to be enough for either of us for very long.

We changed position with me pulling her down upon the bed at first with her on top of me. Her tongue kept slipping from in between my lips, to this wonderful encircling of the roof of my mouth and deeply her tongue probed ...I had never been kissed by a woman so deeply as the other day by her, and she was only kissing me deeper tonight. I moaned when she entered me so forcefully, and our movements became more in sync. She coped with her nervousness by seizing control of our mouths and tongues entwined, and I was soooo willing to let go with her. Again, I emphasize, my "dirty girl."

"You know what I am going to do here in a minute," I whispered, and she nodded her head no in a sort of fake "no".... and we reversed position and I climbed on top of her and splashed my wet pussy down upon her thigh. I lifted my own thigh against her mons and felt her drenched as I was, and I whispered , "I'm going to lick you ...suck you...with everything I've got ....and I'm never gonna stop." Her eyes widened at those words, and with that I began to move my mouth down her neck to her shoulders, lingering in the softness of her skin there, down to her breast and sucking in her erect nipple getting even stiffer as I softly and then more firmly inhaled it and sucked a bit harder , coaxing the first of her many moans that night. "let it go baby,...I am yours." "It feels so good" she said in a half erotic and half giggling tone. I couldn't wait to get to her pussy with my fingers, and my own clit was throbbing in anticipation of all that was to come.

As my finger parted her wet lips and entered her, I felt her clinch up a bit before realizing how gentle and slow I intended to be. Then my lips and tongue hungrily cascaded downward while I gently fingered her, arriving between her thighs, where I licked and kissed and moaned into her. I rolled my boob upon her thigh and let her feel my stiff nipples upon them, sharing with her a favorite sensation of something I have particularly enjoyed done to me, and finally, I parted her lips with my thumb and forefinger and began to lick her slowly, lightly grazing her clit at first, before eliciting her moans, gasps, and cries of disengaged incoherent passionate encouragement of the talents of my tongue. My own pussy ached as I plunged deeper and more determined into hers. plunging my tongue or licking her up and down in the crevice and up to her clit again. She shuddered quite violently and the "OH!" that came out of her when I increased the tempo in a technique I like to use where I am slow , slow, and then rapid for about 15 seconds sounded surprised as much as the pleasure she felt and also made ME feel . She didn't come at that moment but it was so incredible to feel her react and I stopped and smiled up at her and her eyes half shut and in ecstasy slowly smiled back, then her hands on the back of my head told me she wanted me to not stop,and gently guided me back to where I didn't want to go away from anyway.

I knew she was close, and was ready to orchestrate the first of her orgasms. After another minute or so of licking softly / then rapidly / then softly again ...she cried a rhythmic "I am so, I am so...oh my ...so close... close...oh god...oh oh ," and then squealing, "don't stop," and pushed my head deep into her. I kissed her passionately and sucked in her clit, twirling my tongue and entering her with two fingers to coax her explosion.

My mouth could not get enough of her that night and I got her off again and again and again ...her whimpering a few times that we had to stop or she couldn't take anymore or when she told me there weren't anymore in her, I took it as a challenge and went right back at it. This is me as a lover of women. Every time it has been a long time since I went down on a woman, once I start, I do not want to stop and almost can't. Yes, there are times when my tongue gets tired and I just raise up, use my fingers a bit more, rest my head upon her hips until I regain the strength to continue. When the orgasms hit and then subside, I slow down to almost nothing, or kiss upon thighs, or one time with her I gently plopped my right breast down upon her pussy and let her feel my softness and stiff nipple. reach down to enter myself sometimes but I don't intensely masturbate...just keeping it interested and moving the wetness around and making room for more. But finally, after a 6th or 7th of her orgasms, I answered her plea to "come up here and kiss me on the mouth," and we snuggled together with me at her side, hand upon her breast, after kissing her deeply, laying my head upon her shoulder and letting the quiet amazement set in.

"Are you finally ready for me?" she asked, and I knew she meant that she wanted to reciprocate what I had done with her. "I am not good at laying back and letting someone "do" me ...I have to know that you really want to."

"I can't go another minute without knowing what you taste like. I have to know what its like when you come. "

"Then...(deep breath) I'm ready."

I rolled on my back and she simultaneously mounted me on top ..her smaller frame upon my larger one ...easily I supported her weight and pulled her more directly on top of me before meeting her mouth with a wide open tongue penetrating powerful demonstration of the incredible lust, if not feeling something akin to love for her that energizing moment.

We were kissing such a deep kiss and our legs were intertwined when she began rhythmically humping me and I was humping her back. It was wonderful to be kissed and held this way ..it was like she had been doing it all her life. We broke our kiss and my legs gripped her tighter , wrapping around the cheeks of her butt and pulling her closer to me that way. We are nose to nose, looking into each others eyes. I had been so incredibly horny when I was bringing her off for that hour that my pussy was quite literally soaked and on fire. My juice was running freely and as she bumped the perfect spot again and again, my right leg began to quiver while the muscles tensed ...and precursor to some of my most powerful orgasms and usually a sign that the 2nd, third and fourth orgasms will so easily follow and tumble into one another. I wanted not only to feel her mouth on my breasts and all over and down to my pussy, but I mostly wanted her to WANT to do it to me. I knew that I had shaken her sexual world with my mouth and the way I used it on her with my fingers and tongue ...but what would really tip her into a different sexual realm and cross her from the whatever she has imagined, and the knowing of true lesbian desire, would be when she would feel me respond to what she was capable of. Our bodies in the writhing with our legs entwined and the deep kisses were so tightly wound and rocking and rolling together in unison. She was showing me how much I mean to her, not only sexually I knew, but also in the deep friendship we had conveyed for so long as co-workers. We were reaching a new plateau each minute and I wanted more than her to hump fuck me to coming ....not because I wouldn't have loved to have come that way with her or anyone else I cared for anytime, but because I knew deep down that she had had her mind on going down on me for days, and it was time to answer her questions and doubts about what that would be like.

"Can you go down on me tonight ...I know you might not be ready."

"fuck you," she mocked in a half laugh. OK ..I knew I was ready, but it was the thing you say when its someones first time ..but she had long ago proven she was ready for EVERYTHING lesbian love had to offer. And I have to say she made me feel at every turn in the night that it wasn't just the sexual and orgasmic aspect ...that it was about making love with ME ...and I felt the same way about her. We were soooooo in the bubble together.

She answered by snapping her head downward towards my breast, squeezing it very very firmly, dragging her nails upwards until her fingertips encircled my nipple and then replaced her fingers with her lips and inhaled my nipple...biting tenderly ..sucking and swirling her tongue while her hand went right down to my crotch like she couldn't wait another second to feel my wetness and mingled in the moisture for a few seconds before entering me like an expert immediately with two fingers ...it was almost impossible to believe she had never done this before, except for that I knew when I had my first sexual experience with a woman when I was 18, that I proceeded in giving her pleasure with no doubt or hesitation at any point...hungering and devouring each new unexplored sensation.