She was looking out the window of the hotel at the beach down below. It looked so inviting and beckoning to her. Her co-workers were busy setting up for the training session tomorrow and they were all under the usual pressure to out perform as a team. Becky was a very stern and business-like woman, who had no time for walks on the beach, or making love to someone in a location such as this tropical one she was in now. All of her life she had been driven to achieve perfection. In all things so far she had done very well. In school, college, and now business, she was at the top of all things she did.
Her black hair was pulled back tightly and in a severe bun, and she wore glasses that matched the description of a strong, very strong woman. The aura she gave left men not wanting to 'get to know her' and she didn't care for the male of the species anyway. They were so clumsy and inept at times. Any woman could out-do them in all situations, she was thinking. Still the beach called out to her. She turned to the others in the room and announced that she was going to take a walk to clear her mind for the next training session. They glanced up and knowing that she had already done the lion's share of work shrugged and acknowledged her statement.
As Becky reached the trail to the beach she saw that it wended through a little 'valley'. There was paper everywhere, being the off-season it must build up, she thought to herself. As she walked the trail a little wind kicked up and twirled the paper in front of her. She was reminded of snowdrifts that she remembered from her childhood. As she walked further, one particular paper rose up and slammed into her chest. It clung to her breasts and seemingly caressed them. When her hand touched it, it felt unusually warm. That was a strange thing for a cool evening breeze had almost chilled her as she walked along. It should have been cool to the touch! She picked it off of her and got ready to toss it away, irritated by the junk now swirling around her. "Stupid people! Leaving garbage laying around to be an unsightly mess and get in people's way." She softly spoke those words, not realizing that she spoke aloud.
The paper in her hand had writing on it, she glanced down and started to read it, thinking that she might get a name or address and send them a letter of incensed dialogue to set them straight for littering such a beautiful tropical place as this. She read the first paragraph and discovered it was some kind of erotic story about a man and a beautiful brunette woman. She laughed derisively and thought to herself that a man had obviously written this drivel. Only a man would get everything wrong in the first paragraph. She started to toss it aside then thought better of it. I'll just take it to my room and read it tonight; I could probably rewrite it and make it a much better 'love' story. Rolling it up she turned around and headed back to the hotel.
Later, after she got out of the shower, she went over to the desk in the room and opened up her laptop. She proceeded to copy the story down and rewrite it as she did. "Let's see now, first of all everyone knows the woman should be portrayed stronger and she should be blonde." She wrote some, and then stopping for a moment; she erased a few lines and started them over. "Second of all, a woman should be the love interest here, not a man."
As she wrote she had the paper she had picked up in her lap. It was still warm and her leg felt this warmth as it crept up her body. Her short robe was open, and since she had the room to herself, she had allowed the one luxury of sleeping nude, so after her shower she had just put the robe on in case someone needed to talk to her. The warmth reached her sensitive area at the top of her legs and seemed to envelope her totally at that point.
She thought wryly "What would her male counterparts be thinking now if they knew she was writing an erotic story about two lesbians?"
She wrote late into the night and when she finished she decided that she would proofread it then, a habit that had served her well for the last ten years or so. She took it to her bed and started to read, and as she read it she unconsciously began to stroke her leg with her free hand. The more she read her 'story' the more insistent her hand moved around her body. Soon it was at her bellybutton and it seemed to be making a decision on which way to go, up or down. It chose up and soon it was putting fingers in her robe and lightly touching her nipples. She began to get a warm feeling in her pussy, and she soon noticed that she was getting wet down there in a serious fashion. In her story, the blonde woman became the one female in her office that she had respect for. She had written about the blonde and her having a long, satisfying relationship. By the time she had finished her story, her fingers had found her wet slit and drumming in tandem with the story she orgasmed in one very strong and long lasting shudder.
Shocked at what she had just done, she put the computer away and put the story in an envelope in her briefcase. Why had she done that she wondered. She hadn't masturbated in such a long time. She went to sleep, and in a short couple of hours was up getting ready for the days work. She felt refreshed and clean, ready to attack the long arduous day ahead.
She walked into the conference room and the first person she saw was a blonde woman, wearing a power business suit. Her hair was in a small bun and she was wearing dark glasses. Becky's heart gave a change in cadence seeing the object of her desire in front of her. Her cheeks glowed red for a moment as she thought of her night and what she had done. Joan came up to her and gave her a quick hug. "Missed you last night, I thought that you were going to be back and you didn't show. Are you feeling all right?"
"Yeah, I was just tired I guess Joan. I didn't miss anything important did I?" Becky was trying to pull herself together from the close contact with Joan just now. Her cheeks blushed again as she thought of what else she would like to do with Joan. "You look smashing Joan!"
"Thank you Becky, I was hoping that you would like it. I chose it before leaving home thinking that you would like it, hoped so anyway."
"Oh really? I do like it Joan, but why would you care if I liked it or not?" Becky's heart started to heavily beat, hoping to hear just a hint of what she wanted to hear from Joan.
"Well, I respect your opinion Becky, and, well, I want you to think that I look good, you know, for the company and all." Joan blushed, and turning towards Becky she stepped closer. "I really would like for you to think that I was attractive, and well,..."
Becky's heart was near bursting it was pounding so hard now. "Are you trying to say something to me Joan? I think that you may have more to say to me but you are not sure how I will react, so, for right now we are just going to pretend that we are two women whom are just meeting, not two coworkers on a business trip. Tell me whatever it is on your mind, I'll not say or do anything, honest."
"I couldn't Becky, if you took it wrong it would be a very bad thing and could cause a business problem. I can't tell you what I am feeling right now."
Feeling daring, and quite brave, Becky blurted out her thoughts to Joan.
"Do you, well, Joan, oh hell, here goes. Joan, do you have certain feelings for me? You don't have to answer. I would just like to let you know that I have had feelings for you for quite a while, and since I don't know how you'd react, I have kept them to myself. I would like to get to know you better Joan."
