Sherry Eldridge walked quickly to her office on the third floor of the Palm Beach Towers II where Prism Designs' home office suites were located. She had several tasks to accomplish before she went to Marla Stanton's home to pick her up for their trip out to the airport. Marla's daughter, Virginia, was returning home from the university in Texas, and she wanted Sherry to meet her.
From her pictures, shared telephone conversations, and letters, Sherry assessed the young woman as being quite a remarkable person, certainly one of the most beautiful she had ever seen, and definitely the joy of Marla's heart. She and her friend had been lovers for the past year, and the latter had described Virginia's background early in their relationship, the fact that she was a shemale, and that mother and daughter had also entertained an intimate relationship for some time.
In contrast to what this may have generated in some people, an uneasy hostility and jealousy, Sherry found it intensely exciting and interesting. She also discovered that as Marla showed her Virginia's pictures; as she spoke with the college student by phone once when a call came in from Texas and she and Marla had passed the night together; as she thought about it...well, she noticed a secret desire growing within her heart for this remarkable lady she was soon to meet.
Sherry unlocked her office, pressed the switch on the coffeemaker, and soon smelled the full aroma of hazelnut coffee; she had left the door open to allow that delicious smell to make its way down the hall. Each morning friends came by, with twenty different reasons having nothing to do with the coffee, of course. But they always ended up staying to drink a cup of it or carrying it back to their own offices.
She stopped before her mirror on the back of the door...just to check. She wore one of Prism's newest designs, a navy pinstripe business suit with a jacket over a short fitted skirt, a high-neck sweater of Rhyce Bennett's sensual design, and matching black leather high heels with a comfortable strap that made walking and standing in an airport so much more comfortable. Her smooth legs were bare. The dark colors contrasted perfectly with her lovely pale skin, accentuating her curves and muscular legs.
She removed the jacket and gazed with growing sexual arousal at the close-fitting light gray sweater that felt as if it were a caress upon her torso. The long sleeves seemed to make love to her arms and shoulders with the soft fabric. Below the high, rolled neck the sweater was completely cut away, the fabric encircling her breasts and nestling underneath their white bulk to complete the remainder of the garment. Her gorgeous white globes with their hard pink nipples were full and slightly pendulous. Sherry turned to face her image; her breasts jostled against each other, quivering as if they were warm custard. The erotic display of pale flesh combined with her long auburn waves, her bright red lipstick and long nails with matching nail polish to produce a stunning visual effect.
She would fasten the button of her jacket today as she went out with Marla to meet Virginia at the airport. But her luscious curves would be visible, she knew, and with each movement part of her would be exposed for those who caught the view when it happened. The two she most desired to arouse were her lover and her lover's gorgeous daughter. If only Virginia would come to feel the same about her.
Sherry chose to relax for a moment in a loveseat near her office window before she went down to her Mustang and drove to Marla's. For the first time since leaving home she was aware that she wore nothing beneath the short skirt. The fabric did not stretch or wrinkle; rather, as she sat and slightly parted her legs, the skirt was simply unable to cover her shapely thighs and ass. Her pussy was smooth and without fur save for the puff of auburn curls above her clitoris. Even with her legs crossed any observer could see that she was bare.
She was more excited that she realized, for when she touched herself delicately, her finger came away with a sticky residue. She had cummed lightly, deliciously. Her cream lingered on the inner surfaces of her vagina, only a tiny portion escaping to her outer lips. She touched her moist labia once more, then watched as a tiny thread of cream hung between her thumb and third finger when she held them up to examine her emission. She decided to leave her stickiness there rather than dab herself with a small napkin.
As she walked she would feel that silky smoothness from the cream; it was a luscious, delicious feel that made her want to taste it, to touch herself, to have someone else see her. At times such as this, Sherry wished that she had had her clit pierced for a ring; she would wear a small pendant tipped with the diamond that Marla had given her. She grew restless as she thought of how those pearls and jewel would appear beneath a short skirt.
Sunlight glittered from a car window in the parking lot, bouncing a silver glare from the ceiling. She turned to look out the window, then felt coolness on her bottom. She touched herself and realized that when she moved in that fashion, she was completely uncovered. Her curvy ass and vagina were open to view. The fact was that her skirt was so short that from almost any position her femininity was on display.
Just as erotic was the fact that when she sat down she was completely bare on the object. She giggled as she thought that very likely she would leave moisture. As excited as she was, she would be wet most of the time, anyhow, even when she was concentrating on other things.
When Rhyce Bennett designed women's clothing for sensuality it would be risqué as well as stylish, for starters, she thought. Many of Prism's most popular designs were simply revealing and erotic, even when worn in a business setting. But then, that was what was driving the company's popularity through the roof.
This time she sensed the soft movement of stickiness in her pussy. Dear, heavens, she thought, if I touch myself, I'll cum again. She summoned every atom of self control to resist spreading her legs in a most unprofessional fashion and feathering her wet lips until she had serious contractions.
This heroic effort worked, but barely. And just as well, too, for Maria Carter, Jack Lightner and Lorraine Martinez streamed through her office door in what seemed to be a determined effort to make three physical objects fit into the same space at the same time. Jack was first and caught a glimpse of her open thighs before she stood and tried to compose herself. He smiled in his engaging fashion, winked at her as an acknowledgement of her loveliness, then stopped short at the sight of her bare chest in the open-breast sweater.
"Whoooeee," he complimented her softly. "I knew Rhyce had completed that, and we had shipped them to the west coast and here, but I haven't seen one yet. You are beautiful. And I swear, Sherry, if you take off that jacket outside, people are going to die in traffic in great numbers!"
Sherry laughed at his admiration and felt the earnestness in his compliment. The women were staring at her with envy.
"What?" she asked with a giggle.
"You are so sexy, you make me want you...and I'm happily married," burst out Lorraine. "Ooops, 's'cuse me. I'm being my usual blunt self," laughed the forty-year-old mother of three."
"You know, you wonderful woman," responded Sherry, "you should talk. You wear Rhyce's and Janet's designs with a vengeance. And you must be one of the sexiest broads in this building...look at you right now!"
Sherry walked toward her with a mock serious expression on her face, an act that she could not hope to pull off for more than a few seconds. Then she broke out in a horse laugh and embraced Lorraine who held her tightly in return.
"I love that lacy bra underneath that transparent blouse. Lorraine, you are beautiful." With that Sherry lifted her friend's hands and held them to her bare breasts. A glance of interest flickered between them, then Jack objected.
"Hey, do we all get to share in this, or is there real favoritism in this office?"
Sherry whirled on her friend, put her hands on her hips, and scowled. Then, again, she broke into a laugh as she hugged him, too. And likewise, she held his hands to her naked flesh.
"Do you really like this, Jack, or is it tacky?"
