[F] That time my slutty coworker was driving me out of my mind with desire…

With her blouse torn open, Linda looked so good it almost made me nauseous.

Not that there was ever a time when she didn’t look good.

I’d noticed her from the moment I’d hired on for the crappy summer job as an assistant manager.

On the surface, we didn’t have much in common. She was up front at the desk in a customer service role. She was outgoing and trendy and carefree in a way I’d never been–at least not in my professional life. She was just out of high school. And even though I was in college it seemed like she was from a completely different generation.

I was always conservative and shy and professional. And my personal style was more vintage and grown up. I was never cool or contemporary. Perhaps all of that was just a side-effect of years spent in boarding school. In any case, I was focused on getting valuable “real world” business experience. Or at least some strong recommendation letters and resume fodder that would help me in the years to come.

Linda, on the other hand, seemed content to break a hundred different company regulations on any given day. Her short skirts and the way she flirted with customers couldn’t be considered appropriate. At eighteen, I’d been flirty and certainly had my share of fun at a summer job, but I was at least discrete about it. But not Linda.

Even though it got under my skin, there was nothing to be done about it. The branch manager certainly didn’t seem to mind. He was close to fifty. An old, white slob with a beer belly and receding hairline. And I’m sure the fact that she flirted with him, too, didn’t hurt things.

Linda flirted with everybody, really. Regardless of age or position. She flirted with me, too. So it’s not like I felt left out from some lack of attention.

I was definitely envious. Coming into the job I expected to be the young hot shot. The person who would wow everyone with the things I’d learned in school and be the center of attention. And maybe even have an illicit romance with someone who was blown away by me. But the reality is that nobody really cared that much about the job and I spent most of my days hidden away at a desk in a back office with nobody even noticing or appreciating my smart, new business wardrobe as I slaved away in front of a computer. So I spend half my time annoyed with Linda. To the point that I didn’t even want to take the time to get to know her–even if I couldn’t help admiring from afar.

I was the only one there that morning when it happened. It only took a couple of people to get the place opened and running in the morning. A few more employees would be in at nine and the boss wouldn’t get in until noon and work until close.

The guy she was dating–a real douche bag, as far as I could tell–was dropping her off out front. And they were having an obviously heated discussion. When she turned to storm away he reached out to grab her. It wasn’t a violent act–just aggressive. And he got his hand caught in her blouse in some way and the top few buttons shot off. I could see him trying to apologize but she wouldn’t have any of it. She stormed into the lobby and locked the door behind her. And then she saw me.

Instinctively, I rushed to comfort her and ask if she was okay. She wasn’t a friend by any means, but I’m not heartless. But she assured me it was no big deal and that she was fine.

There was a pause. And that’s when I couldn’t help but notice how damn hot she looked.

As always, her skirt was way too short to meet the dress code. It was plaid and pleated–somewhat like a school uniform, though significantly shorter. It barely covered the lace at the top of her black, thigh high stockings. Her pale, sleeveless blouse was just dangling open, exposing more of Linda than I’d ever seen. Her stomach was flat and toned. She had on a pale, lavender demi-bra. Her perky tits looked like they wanted to rip free. It almost took my breath away.

“You should go home,” I suggested.

“I can’t,” she said. “I need the paycheck to make rent. I can’t afford a day off. Plus, half my shit is at his place. I’ve been spending a lot of nights there And I don’t want to deal with that now.”

“But your clothes…” I said. “Do you have anything else to wear?”

“I think I have a cardigan in my locker,” Linda said.

After she assured me again that she was fine, I decided that she knew best what she should do and left her alone. I went back to my office. The next time I came out she had put on the cardigan–a white v-neck. It was obviously something meant to be worn over another blouse, and it was a bit over-sized. It was also thin. I could see the purple from her bra through the white sweater. And it hung to a side, leaving her bra strap in perfect view.

For some reason that drove me wild.

I couldn’t think about anything else the rest of the day. I kept making excuses to go out and see her. As the day picked up, Linda seemed like her normal self. She was flirting and friendly with everyone–especially the branch manager. I’d talk to her for a minute or two–always for some bullshit reason–and then go back to my office unable to focus. I kept thinking about the way her tits had looked in that bra. I wanted to know what her bare breasts looked like. Did she have big nipples? How would they feel? And what was beneath her skirt? I pictured the way her thin, tight body would look in nothing but that bra and sexy, silky lavender panties.

By the end of the shift I knew I was being too obvious. But I couldn’t help myself. I’d spent months mostly ignoring Linda, and now I was talking to her like we were best friends. And I couldn’t stop my eyes from lingering. I couldn’t help checking out the curve of her hips or the way her thighs looked in those stockings. When she leaned for something the skirt would rise up, exposing that creamy, bare flesh above the top of her stockings.

“You had a rough day,” I eventually said. “I bet you could use a drink.”

I knew she wasn’t old enough to be in a bar, but I also knew she’d gone out with groups before and probably had a fake I.D.

I wasn’t fooling her in any way with my invitation. She knew I was flirting. And that I was likely trying to capitalize on the carnage I’d witnessed with her relationship. But that didn’t stop her from accepting.

“Is it a group thing, or just us?” she asked.

“We could invite other people.”

“I’m not really up for that,” she said. “I’d rather just hang out one on one and vent.”

An hour later we were in a back corner booth in a dark bar sipping cocktails and making small talk.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your boyfriend,” I finally said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Linda responded. “It’s not serious.”

“It seemed pretty nasty,” I said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean the fight,” she answered. “Yeah. That was serious. I’m done with him. I meant the relationship wasn’t serious. He’s not my boyfriend or anything. We were just fucking.” She quickly put her hand up to her mouth. “Oh, sorry,” she said. “Probably a little too much information for work.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I responded. “I know what that’s like. Just fucking.”

The look of shock on her face made me feel like an old prude.

“Hmm. Really?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have guessed that!”

“Why is that?” I said.

“Oh, no reason,” she said. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just you’re so professional and serious. I would have pictured you for the serious, committed relationship type.”

She was definitely the first person to ever say that to me. Perhaps people thought it, but people who knew me well knew I was the complete opposite. I’d spent my school years having nothing but fun. And now I was wondering if I’d been too serious and businesslike at work and made everyone think I didn’t know how to have a good time. I liked keeping my private life private and not having people suspecting what went on in my life away from work, but I definitely didn’t want them to think I was too buttoned up to ever have a good time.

“I’ve never really been in a committed relationship,” I said. “I guess I can’t see the point in being tied down when there are so many options out there. I’d rather fuck’em and run.”

Linda seemed shocked and curious at the same time. She took a big sip of her drink.

“So you sleep around a lot?” Linda said in dismay.

I took a big drink and nodded.

“I guess. What’s a lot? I don’t keep count.”

She said a number that was comically high. And we both started laughing.

I slid closer to her in the bench. Or hips and legs were pressed together.

“No,” I said. “I’ve never slept with that many guys.” I placed my hand on her stocking covered knee. “But maybe that many other girls….”

Linda’s eyes got huge. I thought her jaw would hit the floor. She was unable to hide her shock in any way.

“I didn’t…I mean I had no idea you’re a lesbian, Kay,” she said.

“I’m not!” I protested quickly. “I like both. I love cock. But I went to boarding school growing up. And I spent plenty of times with other girls. And I like being with women. I like it a lot.”

I slid my hand up Linda’s leg until I could feel the bare skin just beneath the hem of her squirt. I squeezed her tight thigh. Her beautiful blue eyes were like saucers. She didn’t stop me, so I inched up further. I brushed my knuckled up against the satin of her panties. She jumped back just a little bit.

“I’ve never done it, Kay,” she said. “I’ve never been with a girl.

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

“You’re lying. As flirty as you are?”

“That’s just who I am,” she said. “It’s my personality. It’s just fun to be sexual. It gets attention.”

“Have you ever thought about it?” I asked.

“Of course,” Linda said. “It’s crossed my mind. I’ve kissed girls before. I’ve put on a little show at a party to get people’s attention. But it was just for an audience. Always over the clothes. Just kissing.”

I slid my hand back up to her panties again. I rubbed the back of it against her crotch. I could feel the damp satin. I pressed my lips to her neck and kissed it gently.

“Kissing can be fun. But do you want to do more than just kiss, Linda?” I asked.

Suddenly she was the shy one. She just nodded.

We closed our tab and got out of the bar. Her place was closer than mine, but not close enough. We had to hail a cab.

I kept worrying that she might chicken out and I wouldn’t get to see what she looked like in her panties. I remembered my own first experience with a girl, when I’d ended up hesitating at the last moment. I didn’t want her to have that time to think. I slid close to her in the cab and put my lips to her ear to say something reassuring, but I couldn’t think of anything. So I just started kissing it. I ran my lips down her neck. Linda finally turned to me and our lips met for the first time. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth.

When I glanced up I saw the cab driver was taking frequent peeks into the rear view mirror instead of watching the road. But I didn’t care. I was overrun with lust. And him watching just made it more of a turn on.

“I think you’re so hot, Kay,” Linda whispered.

I couldn’t help being flattered. I thought she was the hot one. Linda was thin and slender with a toned body and high tits. Her skin was fair and flawless and she had dark hair and big blue eyes. I’ve always been curvy, with long dark hair and big brown eyes–my skin tone hinting at my Hispanic blood. I have a soft, round ass and firm tits. And in that moment I wanted her to touch them.

I quickly opened the buttons on my gray blazer. I took Linda’s hand and guided it up my silky, pale blue blouse until she was touching my tit. She started rubbing me through my bra.

“Yes. Just touch me,” I whispered.

I slid my hand up under Linda’s skirt and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. She bit her lower lip to try and stifle her cries, but little whimpers still escaped. I kissed her again as I pushed the panties aside and slipped a finger into her hot, wet cunt. I started fucking her. Her grip tightened on my tit. I went in and out faster and faster. She gyrated her hips toward my touch. And then I felt her pussy clench. A high pitched whine slipped from her lips.

When I looked up, we were pulled over at our destination and the cab driver was watching the action in his mirror.

“You’re going to have to pay us if you keep watching,” I said with a wink.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad deal to me,” he said with a heavy Caribbean accent.

Getting inside her apartment was a blur. We paid the driver. I tried to be discrete in the lobby, hoping nobody would notice us. But in the elevator we couldn’t stop kissing or touching one another.

“I have a roommate,” Linda said when we reached her floor. “But he should be out.”

Luckily, she was right. There was one awkward, silent moment as we stood in the living room thinking about what was happening. And then I was on her.

I grabbed her sweater and started pulling at the buttons. She shed it and stood before me in that sexy little purple bra.

“That’s pretty,” I said.

She batted her eyes and flirted a bit. I knew she was familiar with the role of the seductress, even if it was usually with a guy.

“Do you want to see more?” she teased. I could only nod.

“I want to see yours.”

I took off my jacket and tossed it aside. Then I opened the first few buttons on my blouse. I was wearing light blue lace. She nodded her approval.

“Your turn,” I said.

I stepped toward her and pushed down the shoulder straps on her bra. I pulled the cups down. Her perky little titties sprung out. Her little pink nipples were erect.

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her skirt. Her panties matched the bra–lavender satin and high cut. I rubbed her tight little ass and started kissing her nipples.

Suddenly I was back in charge. The seductress. And things were moving fast.

Linda got the last few buttons on my blouse and pushed it off. I took off my bra and dropped it on the floor with hers. The two of us stood face to face–topless in heels, stockings and skirts–and kissed. Our tits rubbed together.

“I want to eat your pussy,” I told her.

Linda took off her skirt and I did the same. She sat on the couch with her legs spread and lifted her hips. Slowly, I pulled down her panties. The smell of her sex filled the room.

I buried my face straight in her hairy little snatch. I teased and toyed with her swollen clit and brought her right to the edge quickly, only to back down.

I moved up and we kissed one another passionately. I fondled her firm little titties. And then I went back down to finish the job. I licked at her clit and slid two fingers inside her.

With no need to be quiet, Linda squealed and thrashed. I pounded her pussy as fast as I could. I flicked my tongue rapidly against her clit. Her whole body started to quiver, and then she exploded.

I pulled my little blue panties off and climbed next to her on the couch. I was aching for relief.

“Fuck me, Linda,” I commanded. “Just do what comes natural.”

She did it perfectly. It took her a minute to find the spot, but once she had her thumb on my clit she drove me wild. I pulled her head to my titties and she fucked and bit at my nipples while her fingers rubbed me up and down.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Fuck me now.”

She put a finger in my cunt. And then a second. She was tentative at first, but as I squealed and moaned she got into it. I could tell she was savoring the job of getting me off. She flicked her wrist back and forth, plunging her long fingers into me. My orgasm had been building for so long that I couldn’t help wailing loudly as I finally felt the waves of pleasure hit me. It was a massive release.

And she didn’t stop with one. Linda fingered me and kissed and licked my tits and neck until I came a second time. We went back and forth on the couch just fingering one another and having orgasm after orgasm. And then we eventually just ended up twisted together. Two girls in nothing but their stockings whispering dirty things to one another and trading kisses.

It wasn’t in the plan to just doze off. One minute we were joking about showering together. The next thing I knew I was awake and disoriented. The lamp was still on, but it was shadowy. Still, I could see we weren’t alone.

Her roommate, Dee, was standing over us. I couldn’t read his face. He looked both puzzled and very amused. He was a muscular guy in a tight t-shirt and tighter jeans. He didn’t notice that I was awake. He just stood there taking it all in. And then started rubbing his crotch.

After a minute he stepped back. I didn’t know what his situation was with Linda–but I assumed they’d fucked. But he was probably still worried about being a spy. I thought maybe he’d go to his room and jack off.

I was only half right.

Dee sat down in a chair to the side of the room. He unzipped his pants and pulled it out.

Even in the dark I could tell he had a nice, long cock. Not thick, but at least eight inches. Watching him stroke it turned me on. I knew he was getting off looking at us. And that turned me on even more. Half of me wanted to watch the whole show. The other half wanted to be an active participant.

When I sat up he jumped. He started trying to stuff his cock in his pants and apologize. But I quickly crossed the room and put a finger to his lips.

“Why are you putting that up?” I asked.

I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. I kissed the swollen head. I could already taste the salty cum sipping from the tip. I wrapped my lips around it and started blowing him.

Dee didn’t say a word. He just put a hand on the back of my head and pushed me further down. He groaned as I made a ring with my fingers and started stroking the base of his shaft. He got louder and louder the faster I went. I started touching my own pussy with my free hand. I moaned through a mouthful of cock. But then I felt another hand on my own.

Linda wrapped her arms around me from behind. She started rubbing my clit as I blew her roommate.

Dee started bucking his hips and I knew he would blow. I pulled my mouth back and gave a few final tugs and he erupted. Hot gobs of jizz shot in my mouth and drizzled down my chin and onto my tits.

“Let me eat your pussy,” Linda whispered in my ear.

I rolled onto my back. With my legs spread on the floor of their apartment, I pushed Linda’s head down and let her eat pussy for the first time.

Dee just watched for the first few minutes. But I could tell he wasn’t through for the night.

He roughly fondled my tits. Linda kept lapping away–she was a natural. I closed my thighs tight on her head and came hard before she even got a finger in me. But she didn’t stop.

While she tried to get me off again, Dee stripped off his clothes. He got on his knees behind her on the floor. He rubbed his cock until it was fully erect. And then he started fucking Linda like a dog while she ate my cunt.

She lost focus on my pussy as Dee pounded away inside her. He fucked like a man who hadn’t had pussy in years. He made Linda cum hard and then told me it was my turn.

Still on the floor, Dee spread my legs again and fucked my missionary style.

Linda sat watching, touching her pussy, waiting for her turn again.

He made my whole body shake with his violent thrusts. I came two times in quick succession before he pulled out and unloaded all over my naked body again.

After that, we moved to the bed and Linda and I started to 69 with her on top.

The three of us took turns fucking and getting one another off all night.

This time, when I drifted to sleep there were three naked bodies twisted together.

And I knew there wouldn’t be a surprise when I woke up Saturday morning.

I knew exactly what to expect!

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