Take Two

“W..What are you doing?” Heather said haltingly. The woman’s hands were so soft and the caress so gentle, no one had ever touched her so tenderly. Heather felt this was somehow wrong, but she could not deny that it sent her heart racing.

“Shhhh,” Mia whispered in that sexy voice, “Tell me when they are looking again,”

Heather tried to concentrate on the guys at the table, but Mia’s hands were driving her to distraction. It wasn’t just that she was sensitive, those hands were so gentle, so infinitely loving. It wasn’t so much the sexual charge she was getting, although that was undeniable; it was the love she felt in those long fingers.

The two men turned at the same time to check Mia out and Heather’s eyes flashed when she saw those hungry stares.

“They’re looking,” she hissed.

Mia leaned across the table and pressed her lips to Heather’s in a single fluid motion. Heather started, but didn’t pull away and when Mia’s active tongue aggressively pressed against her lips she parted them. Mia’s tongue thrust into her mouth and greedily explored the sweet cavern. Heather could feel Mia’s tongue as it caressed her cheeks and searched the corners out. It felt wild, wonderful and her pussy twitched in delight. Her body sang with an unnamed happiness and the feeling of joy that suffused her being was indescribable. Mia broke the kiss and sat back.

“Are they still staring?” she asked. Heather was too stunned to look.

“Why did you do that?” she asked in confusion. Mia giggled and leaned closer to her.

“If they think we are a couple of dykes they will leave us alone and we can enjoy our meal in peace,”

Heather had been sure something had passed between them in that kiss, but Mia seemed so matter of fact about it and it did kinda make sense that they would have no reason to keep staring. She glanced over to see the two men talking heatedly to one another, but they seemed to be paying them no attention now.

“I guess so,” Heater said hesitantly. She took another sip of her wine and tried to convince herself that what she had felt was her imagination. Mia excused herself to go to the restroom and Heather licked absently at her lips. Something tasted strange and she blushed again when she realized what she tasted was her boss’s lipstick.

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Mia stood before the mirror and examined her face. A little flushed she thought, but after a kiss like that what could you expect? Mia was growing more confident, she could feel Heather falling under her sway. Mia had no intention of being a mistress in the way Elaine was. She knew now that Heather was a total co-dependant. Mia wanted to be there for her, to teach her to stand up for herself and eventually to be her VP at Nibus. She knew it would be a long road, but she was patient. The girl had not always been a doormat, the way she handled the girl at the rent-a-car counter told Mia that. She had simply fallen for an evil, manipulative bastard.

It would take time to undo the damage Jimbo had done and ages to heal the wounds he had inflicted on her self-confidence and self-esteem. Mia hoped she could do it, she was prepared to try, but if she failed and the damage was just too great, she wanted to be the one Heather was dependent on. She knew she would never…could never harm the girl she loved so much.

Mia smiled and undid the top two buttons on her dress. Her pert breasts were noting compared to Heather’s rack, but it did show off her cleavage. Now for the teasing, she thought and grinned as she exited the ladies room.

When she returned to the table and sat down Heather’s eyes went immediately to her breasts. Mia exulted inwardly, but outwardly she remained calm and seemed to be absorbed in her menu. With a small grin she feigned that she couldn’t read the menu and pushed it closer to the flickering candle at the center of the table. She held it there a few moments, leaning over and studying it, knowing that Heather was staring down her dress at her tits. The girl’s hands were in her lap, and Mia had to wonder if she wasn’t gently massaging herself through her skirt.

The waiter approached and Mia straightened up. She ordered for herself and before the waiter could turn for Heather also. She also ordered drinks for them both, a scotch on the rocks for herself and a Pina colada for the small blonde. Heather made no protest and Mia sat back. She wasn’t sure what to do now that they were waiting on dinner. Heather looked edible; her face had that dreamy expression Mia found so wildly exciting, almost like someone was under the table eating her out. As nice as it sounded Mia fought back the impulse to do just that. She noticed Heather was staring at the table with the two guys again.

“Something wrong?” Mia asked.

“Those two guys are checking you out again,” she said with a petulant little frown. Mia found the jealousy in the girl’s voice to be music to her ears. She wondered how far she dared push the girl, but her confidence had grown to the point she was willing to take some risks.

“What should we do?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe we should kiss again,” the blonde said with a shy smile. Mia smiled and leaned forward and Heather did the same. This kiss wasn’t like the first one, she didn’t have to thrust her tongue against the girl’s soft lips, and they parted at first contact. Their tongues twined and they kissed deeply, Mia could feel the girl’s hunger in the way she sucked on her tongue. The older woman had to break the kiss before she stood up, scooped this beautiful woman up and carried her out to the car.

When she eased back she found Heather’s eyes still tightly closed and her soft lips slightly parted. She looked so beautiful that it almost hurt. The waiter returned with their drinks and broke the spell. Mia sipped her scotch and waited for the two young men to give her an opening. She knew from experience that nothing caught and kept the attention of young men like two women kissing. Their food had barely arrived when Mia saw Heather’s eyes shoot to the table and the young men. Inwardly she laughed, you could always count on men to be boys.

“They’re staring again,” she almost whined.

“Maybe they don’t believe we’re lovers,” Mia said in a neutral tone.

“We can’t just keep kissing,” Heather said. She was staring daggers at the two young men and Mia found it to be cute as well as exciting.

“I’ve got an idea, do you think they can see under the table from where they are?”

“I think they can,” Heater said without taking her smoldering blue eyes off the two men. Mia nodded and casually slipped off one of her shoes. She straightened her leg until her stocking clad toe made contact with Heather’s calf. The blonde jumped and gasped. Mia smiled at her and slowly dragged her foot up her PA’s calf. Heather looked like a deer caught in the headlights, trapped between the intense physical stimulation and fear. Mia smiled and leaned forward. She lowered her voice to a bedroom whisper before speaking.

“You have to act like you are enjoying it, or they won’t buy it,”

Heather nodded slowly. Mia could tell the drinks were combining with the drugs to lower her inhibitions. She decided to go for broke now, casting caution to the wind.

“You do enjoy it don’t you? You like the feeling of my stockings on your leg don’t you baby?” Mia coaxed. Heather nodded slowly.

“Then smile for the boys and spread your legs a little bit, don’t fight it, just do what comes naturally,”

Mia couldn’t contain a triumphant grin when she felt Heather’s legs move, opening her thighs. Mia worked her foot up the girl’s calf, watching as her eyes closed and she slowly licked her lips. She paused to toy with her knee for just a moment and then delved between her heated thighs. She worked her foot along each one, carefully gripping and massaging with her toes. Mia’s eyes never left Heather’s face. She watched in mounting excitement as the blonde took her lower lip between her teeth and silently chewed on it. Mia reveled in the feeling when her toe found her garter clasp and traced up it, passing over the top of her stocking and sliding against bare flesh.

Heather’s nostrils flared and she was furiously chewing her lip. Mia continued to watch the girl’s face as her toes traced up the garter. She knew she was close to heaven when she felt warm skin on both sides of her foot. As tall as she was Mia was still forced to lean back in her seat and let her ass slide to the edge of the warm leather to keep going. Heather moaned softly when Mia slipped her foot back gently, but the CEO wasn’t finished. She straightened her leg, pushing it out all the way and felt her toes bump against Heather’s mound. The blonde groaned, not loud enough for anyone but Mia to hear, but that loud enough.

“Spread your legs more, and lean back. Let your hips come forward just a little,” Mia whispered in her most seductive voice. She didn’t have to use a stern voice this time, Heather was obviously totally lost in sensation. She did as she was told and Mia pressed the ball of her foot tightly to the girl’s pussy. She made a slow circular motion, varying pressure as she watched Heather moving towards her climax.

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Heather was adrift on a sea of pleasure. The restaurant, the boys, the food had all long since faded into the background of her consciousness. The only things that mattered now were the tingling sensations from her pussy and her boss’s sexy voice.

“You like that don’t you?” Mia asked. Heather could only nod. She felt it building in her stomach, an orgasm was coming and for the first time in ages she wasn’t hurried. The tingling in her pussy, the aching in her nipples and the sharp clenching and unclenching in her ass, all were wonderful. No matter what Jim or her parents had taught her, there was no way feeling like this could be wrong. The signals from her body were so overwhelmingly strong, that she thought they would be frightening in their intensity if they didn’t feel so wonderful.

“Your about to cum aren’t you Heather?” that wonderful voice whispered. When Heather didn’t respond the lovely rubbing at her crotch stopped. She humped her pussy against Mia’s foot, but the oriental woman withdrew it slightly.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yesssssss,” Heater hissed. As soon as she responded the wonderful rubbing resumed causing her to nearly cry out in joy. She was so close now. She wanted it. She had to have it.

“Who’s going to make her little angel cum?” Mia whispered.

“Ohhhhhh, you are Mia,” the small woman moaned. Heather balled up her napkin and pressed it into her mouth as she felt the first contraction hit her. A white hot ball of fire was burning in her pussy and it spread outward in pulses that were so intense they defied description. Her mind fought through each wave as she desperately tried to keep enough of her wits about her to stay silent. During the build up she had almost forgotten she was in a restaurant, but now that she was in the throes of her orgasm she was acutely aware of it. It was so outrageous and wicked, that somehow it made the pulses of pleasure from her center seem even more intense. Fighting to remain silent only prolonged the pleasure and she wondered why she had never tired this before. She seemed so much more attuned to her body this evening.

When the last spasm ripped through her she opened her eyes to find Mia staring at her. The look on her boss’s pretty face would haunt her for the rest of the evening. Mia’s face and eyes were very expressive, but she usually kept her emotions out of her expressions. Now she wore one that combined an animalistic hunger with tenderness and love.

Mia withdrew her foot and smiled at Heather before taking up her spoon and attacking the French Onion Soup. Heather picked at her meal, barely tasting it. Her mind was a confused and jumbled mass of emotions. The small blonde began to unravel the tapestry of feelings and examine them, hoping to deal with them better one at a time.

The most alarming thing was not a feeling, but a lack of one. She thought she should feel guilty for basically cheating on Jim, but she didn’t. In fact as she examined her inner self she realized she felt nothing at all for him, it was as if he didn’t exist. All of her feelings were tied to her boss right now. Heather stared at Mia now, for the first time allowing herself to simply take in the older woman’s stunning beauty. She had beautifully expressive eyes, a pert nose, pouty lips, high cheekbones and a flawless dusky complexion. Her body had soft curves in all the right places on a tall, but petite frame. How could she have worked with this woman for five years and never noticed?

Things Mia had said and done over the past few months filtered in. Small things, like the roses her boss gave her on secretary’s day, the ride home in the rain, lunch at her favorite restaurant, the afternoon at the gallery, “Playing Hookey” as Mia had called it when Heather’s favorite artist was being featured and Jimbo refused to let her go. There were the compliments too. Small things, but as Heather thought she realized they were almost daily things. Just little words, but she realized how much they had meant to her. Other things too, strange looks, accidental contacts…

“You’re gay?” she suddenly blurted out. If Mia was upset by the question she didn’t show it. She put her spoon down and cocked her head to one side then smiled.

“It sure took you long enough to figure that out,”

No denial, Heather thought. No apologies and seemingly no shame. Heather had always pictured lesbians as big manly women who smoked, drank, cursed and wore denim and leather. Her beautiful boss being one was a shock. But, it shouldn’t be should it? she asked herself. Anyone who worked as closely with Mia as she had should have known. How have I become so blind to the people around me? she wondered. In college she had been so perceptive and empathetic. Now I am just pathetic, she reflected.

“Why?” Heather asked.

“Why what? Why am I gay? Why did I do that? Why did you enjoy it? You’re going to have to be more specific, but this is hardly the place for such a discussion. If you’re done we can skip coffee and dessert and go back to my room to talk,”

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Mia opened the door to her room and held the door for Heather. This had not gone exactly as she planned, but a part of her was glad of that. She had been able to show Heather a good time, and she didn’t feel at all guilty about it. If she had brought her up here drunk and horny from the medicine and taken advantage of her… Even in her own mind Mia knew she would not have been able to do it. She had not completely abandoned a sense of right and wrong. She still entertained hopes of having sex with her lovely personal assistant, but if it happened it would be solely because Heather wanted it too.

Mia went to the small wet bar and poured herself a stiff drink, she didn’t offer one to Heather. The girl sat nervously on the bed and Mia took the chair across from her.

“So what did you want to know?”

“Why did you do…what you did in the restaurant?”

“Why did I make you cum you mean?”

“Yes,”

“Why not? You are beautiful and sexy,”

“But I’m not a lesbian!” Heather protested. Mia smiled at her and chuckled.

“You aren’t? It would have been hard for someone to know that while you were having such a yummy orgasm with my foot on your pussy,” Mia said. Heather colored furiously and lowered her head. Mia stood and walked to the edge of the bed. She gently took the girl’s chin in her hand and raised her face until their eyes met.

“How do you know you aren’t gay? Have you ever cum like that with your husband?” Mia asked. She was taking a chance here, for all she knew Jim was a stud in bed, but she was betting he was just as selfish a lover as he was a husband.

“No,” Heather whispered. Mia stepped back from the girl and slowly undid the last two buttons on her dress.

“Don’t…please.” Heather pleaded as Mia wiggled out of the silk dress and tossed it on the chair. She stood before Heather in only her stockings, heels and a green thong. Her breasts were bare and her nipples stood at attention. The blonde was staring at the floor and shaking.

“Look at me,” Mia commanded. Heather’s face slowly, as if against her will came up. When she finally looked at Mia, she seemed incapable of tearing her eyes away.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Mia said softly. The girl nodded almost imperceptibly.

Mia moved closer to her, until she was standing right in front of the girl. Heather’s hand rose hesitantly and almost touched Mia’s hip before she jerked it away.

Mia placed her hands on her hips and stared down until her brown eyes locked with Heather’s blue ones. Mia decided to lay it all on the line, she either had to have this woman in her bed or had to know there was no chance of it ever happening.

“There is no easy way to say this. You’ve been through a lot, you’re married to an abusive prick and you have been beaten down. I love you Heather, I have for a long while now. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me too I’ll stop, but if you can’t I am going to make love to you, right here on this bed,” Mia said gently. She still held the girl’s eyes with her own.

“Do you not love me?”

Heather stared at her. After a few moments her bottom lip began to quiver, but she neither nodded nor shook her head. Mia could see the monumental conflict that was going on inside her little PA’s head. She waited impatiently, filled with hope and fear. When she had waited over a minute and the girl still hadn’t moved Mia bent her head and gently placed her lips against Heather’s.

All of her hopes were bound up in that contact and Mia felt a joy that eclipsed any she had ever known when the small blonde’s lips parted, inviting her tongue. Mia fought her rising excitement and gently pressed her tongue into the girl’s warm, sweet mouth. She tasted the coconut flavor of the Pina Colada and the tingling warmth of the run, but more than anything she tasted the sweetness of Heather’s lips. As her tongue explored, Heather closed her lips on Mia’s tongue and sucked while her own little tongue danced over Mia’s.

That kiss was filled with so much passion and yet, it remained extremely tender. Mia continued to kiss and thrilled when Heather’s hands first made contact with her skin. It was a soft caress, as hesitant and curious as her own had been with Elaine years before. Her own hands went to Heather’s arms, and gently stroked them through the soft silk of her blouse. Heather was now playing her hand slowly up and down Mia’s outer thigh. Mia slipped her hands to Heather’s shoulders and gently pushed her back as she leaned forward.

Her hips came to rest on Heather’s and her body lay atop the girl’s, only her legs were still off the bed. Mia continued the gentle kiss, waiting until she felt Heather’s hands on her back before she resumed stroking the girl’s arms. Mia broke the kiss and then kissed her secretary’s nose. The girl still looked frightened and doubtful, but Mia also saw that she was beginning to loose those fears. Slow and easy was the way to do this she decided. She knew she would have to put her own pleasure second and do all in her power to make Heather feel good. Mia realized her little friend was starved for attention and affection.

For the only time Mia was grateful to Jimbo Wilson. She realized that Heather would love with all she had and it was only because he had so thoroughly abused that gentle love that she had this opportunity. The side effects of the drug and even the alcohol wouldn’t have given her this one opportunity; it was only his callousness that left Heather open to a seduction. She felt the soft mounds of Heather’s breasts beneath her and the tiny points of her erect nipples. Suppressing her desire to feel those glorious mounds that her chest rested on she gently returned to Heather’s lips and kissed her again.