The Eighth Floor

Desra loved her job. She had a nice office on the eighth floor of her building. Just high enough that the noise from the street was not a problem but she could still people watch when she needed inspiration. Being an illustrator usually meant long quiet days at home sipping tea from her own garden. She was quite content to spend her day as such, but when bigger clients came in for consultations, she'd often spend the whole day at the office.

Her client on that particular day had been quite picky and it had tired her out. She liked drawing not talking to people, But it was part of the job. So she had dealt with it professionally.

She was staring out the window watching a couple share a brief kiss outside the bistro across the street. She was snapped out of watching the deepening kiss when there was a soft knock at her door.

She did not have to say anything. Fye had already opened the door and made her way to sit at Desra's desk.

"I'm so glad you got that last client," Fye slumped into the plush cushions of the chair and sighed.

"You're better at dealing with clients like him."

"That doesn't mean I enjoy it."

Desra gave a sigh of her own and bent back over the sketch left in the clients wake, completely altered from the first draft. She did not look back up until she felt two hands on her shoulders massaging them slightly.

"You work too much," Fye said.

"You don't work enough," Desra countered. But she knew that wasn't true. Fye was incredibly dedicated and, at least to Desra, a far better artist.

Fye just laughed and continued her massage. Desra couldn't help but moan a little. She tried to disguise it with a cough but Fye definitely knew what she was doing.

"Fye..." Desra could barely finish her sentence as Fyes slender fingers pressed into the knots where her shoulders met her neck.

"Let me finish," Fye said softly, her breath tickling Desra's ear.

Desra stayed quiet and let the woman continue.

Fye's hands crept across her shoulders. Every now and again her thumbs would trace the skin just below the neckline of Desra's blouse. Desra had long since lost her composure. She hoped Fye couldn't tell that she was breathing more heavily now. She was acutely aware of the hands on her shoulders and she couldn't help but image them elsewhere.

"Are you okay?" Fye asked.

Desra reflexively craned her neck to stare up at the woman but as soon as she turned her words got caught in her throat. She had long admired Fye. She was one of the most impressive persons she had ever met. But Desra could not pin point the moment her admire had turned to something more akin to desire.

"I don't know," Desra said softly her eyes not leaving Fye's. She relished in Fye's gentle smile as she stepped back though neither looked away.

"I came in to ask if you wanted to get dinner with me," Fye said. Her eyes seemed to darken as Desra looked away to grab her phone and stand.

"Of course," Desra said suddenly aware that Fye had not stepped back very far.

The two women stood chest to chest. Desra prayed her heart did not sound as loud to the other woman as it did to her. She waited a breath for Fye to step back but she did not.

"Do I make you nervous?" Fye asked looking down.

Desra had not though much about their height difference previously but now looking up at Fye she felt the difference quite clearly and she liked it.

"A bit," Desra finally admitted.

"In a good way..?" Fye asked raising her hand gently pressing the tips of her fingers to Desra's cheeks.

"I think so," Desra craned her neck to look up once more. She saw the taller woman smiling wickedly. Her heart lurched in her chest.

The two stared into each other's eyes. Fye bent closer her eyes darting to Desra's lips briefly.

For Desra that was enough, she closed the distance to meet the softest lips she had ever kissed. Fye's arms snaked around her waist as she pulled Desra in to deepen the kiss.

Fye tasted like coffee and cream. She tasted sweet. Desra barely noticed when Fye picked her up. Pushing the chair aside with one leg Fye put Desra on the table.

They finally parted for air. Desra could hardly catch her breath before Fye was attacking her neck. Desra tossed her head back relishing in the feeling of Fye's soft wet kisses.

Her half closed eyes snapped open when the door cracked open. Sal, their temporary supervisor had opened the door. He caught Desra's eye, mouthed sorry, turned the lock and left as if he'd never been there.

Desra could hardly process what had happened as Fye began lifting her blouse over her head. She let the fabric slide off her exposing her heavy breasts clad in a simply black bra. In fluid motion Fye slipped the bra off then stepped back to take her own shirt off. Desra watched the lean woman's muscles flex as the shirt left her body. She suddenly wondered if Fye would like a gym partner.

Fye move back between Desra's thighs placing a hand on each. The kisses did last too long this time. A few kissed down her abdomen and Fye pulled the chair over so she was sitting directly between the other woman's legs. She took her time unbuttoning Desra's slacks, who wanted nothing more than to disrobe immediately but another part of her was content to watch Fye work.

Then her pants were off and soft kisses were being pressed against her inner thighs. Desra could feel the moisture pooling in her panties and soon sloppy kisses were adding to the problem. Fye's lips pressed into her lapping at her clothed pussy.

Desra moaned. It was soft but she felt Fye smile against her.

"Take them off," she whined at Fye who's smile grew at her begging.

"Mmmh. Not yet baby," Fye paused only for a moment to respond. Desra groaned and put one hand at the waist band of her panties.

"Please," she begged again. This time Fye gave a sigh.

"Will you let me take my time next time?" she asked.

Desra nodded eagerly. Fye couldn't help but smile as she lowered Desra's panties. Desra could hardly look away as Fye licked her lips staring intently at her folds.

In a breaths time Fye was back to sloppy kisses all over Desra's pussy. Soon she found rhythm her tongue swirling around Desras clit. The suction that came afterwards had her eyes rolling to the back of her hair.

The room slowly filled with the smell of Desra's sex. Her body trembled and she could feel herself teetering on the edge. She was almost there and she was hardly aware of her moans any more.

Just as the pressure built Fye pulled away.

"No," Desra cried.

Fye said nothing but, "come."

The fight left Desra the moment she heard Fye's command. She stood and followed Fye who took her arm and pulled her so she was pressed up against the window.

"They're might see us," Desra gasped looking behind her as her bum pressed up against the cold glass.

"And it'll be the best part of their day," Fye said before pushing her middle finger into her mouth. Through the entire motion she stared directly into Desra's eyes. Her gaze did not waiver as she found Desra's entrance. She slipped her finger inside, waiting for a beat before sliding it back out. Slow and steady Fye repeated the motion.

"Fuck," Desra moaned.

"There?" Fye asked.

Desra could only nod as Fye began pounding at her sweet spot. Desra truly hopped the rest of the office had already left because there was no way she could have stifled her moans as Fye added another finger.

Desra quickly found herself at the edge once more. But again Fye would not let her find release.

Fye had Desra turn around and place her palms against the window. She had wanted to look around to ensure no one was watching them but Fye's free hand covered her eyes the moment she spun around.

With her senses now concentrated on Fye's hand that seemed to hit the perfect place every thrust she could barely hold back.

This time Fye let her find release. Her pussy felt electric as she came. She heard as her juices sprayed, splashing against the window and dripping to the floor. But Fyle did not stop she kept up the assault until Desra had ridden out the longest orgasm of her life.

Fye took her hand way from her eyes and she spun Desra back to face her. She was supporting most of Desra's weight as she pressed her lips against the smaller woman's forehead.

"Can you get dressed my love?" Fye chuckled as Desra nodded but only snuggled further into her arms.

She sighed and lead Desra to her chair where she helped dress the recovering woman.

By the time their clothes were on Desra had come back to her senses and Fye had mopped up the floor with paper towels as best as could.

"What about you?" Desra asked as Fye led her out of the office.

"Later," Fye smiled.

As they neared the entrance to their floor they saw Sal sitting at the reception desk with a basketball game playing on the TV that usually displayed a short sideshow.

"Oh you guys are done," he stood and stretched, "I've got to lock up so yeah..." he trailed off.

"I'm so sorry Sal, I-" Desra felt herself becoming flustered as she struggled to find the words.

"It's no problem at all. I was still able to catch my game."

"Thanks Sal," Fye said moving her hand to the small of Desra's back.

Sal nodded extending his hand to gesture them out. As they parted ways Fye turned to Desra.

"I know this is the wrong way around but how about dinner?"

"I'd love dinner," Desra smiled.