Sera had been feeling frustrated for days now. At first, she hadn't minded the new girl too much. She was friendly, cheerful, a hardworker. She was cute as a button as well. Not that her current problems were Chelsea's fault, per se. As her mentor, it was Sera's job to show her the ropes, so of course the two of them had been together for the past three weeks.
But the damned air conditioning on the lower floors was still broken. It was nearly a hundred degrees down there. So, of course the women took off their jackets, unbuttoned their blouses and did work up a sweat even though they were mostly looking at files and folders. Sera remembered thinking how good Chelsea smelled that first day down there. In a little room only ten feet by ten feet, chock full of cabinets and their desks, the two were practically tripping over one another.
Sera and Chelsea slept at the office most nights, in different rooms. But the walls were so thin she didn't dare relieve her frustrations. If the little blonde heard her, Sera would die of embarrassment.
It had been particularly difficult when the second shower broke on the second week. Chelsea, bless her, told Sera the two women might as well shower together. The blonde, who barely came up to Sera's elbows, said they could wash each others' backs. After all, Chelsea said, it must be difficult to get properly clean when Sera was so tall to begin with and the showerheads so much lower.
Sera tried to argue that they could shower separately, but Chelsea countered that with all the problems on this floor, who knew when the shower would break. The two took nice, cool showers together. Chelsea kept her word and diligently scrubbed and massaged Sera's broad back, remarking that her muscles were so well defined. The taller woman blushed, embarrassed and said she felt she was overly muscular. Before being relocated here, Sera told Chelsea, she'd been training to be a fighter like her father wanted.
Chelsea was the kind of girl who could ramble on for hours, but Sera was too embarrassed to get into much detail about her past. She kept comparing her rather brawny arms to Chelsea's porcelain ones, so much like a doll. Even if she used both hands, Chelsea couldn't wrap her fingers around one of Sera's biceps. And of course, the small woman had tried.
The one area Chelsea was larger than Sera was her breasts. Despite her petite frame, Chelsea sported a rather massive pair, topped with nearly colorless nipples with small areolas. Blue veins ran through her breasts like rivers on a map, and in the coldness of the shower her nipples were pert and erect. Sera couldn't help but compare those to her own chest, slightly less than half the size and mostly muscle anyway.
Thinking back on their times in the shower kept Sera awake at night, rubbing her breasts and pulling at the pierced nipples while biting her pillow. She did her best to vent her frustrations, but this wasn't enough for her.
That is, until she heard a sound from the room next door.
Chelsea gave a soft moan, barely audible through the wall. Her breathing was heavy, labored. She was panting, and at first Sera thought she had overheard the woman training. But that didn't make sense; Chelsea wasn't like the men and women her father had sent Sera to spend time with. Another moan came from the wall, louder this time. Curiosity got the better of Sera as she edged up to the thin, water damaged drywall. Now that she was closer, she could make out the woman's voice more clearly.
