I work at a pretty casual company. We all wear comfortable clothes, we call each other by first names, no one really has a title, and generally, everyone knows everyone else’s business. This casual atmosphere, and some mutual attraction, has contributed to a fairly close relationship between me and my supervisor. We started out with mild flirting, mostly innuendo, and we’ve since moved on to downright raunchy conversations and the occasional stroking. A lot of our talk revolves around what we’d like to do to each other if we weren’t married, but often we talk about what we’ve done in the past, with other people or our spouses. I enjoy our conversations a great deal; in fact, I find my job to be very rewarding when it’s coupled with my playtime with Eddie.
I use a lot of what we say to each other in my fantasies, but there’s one in particular that I like. Eddie told me awhile back that his wife, Lynn, has participated in a few lesbian relationships in her life. Now, I’ve never felt the slightest inclination toward women, but the tales he tells me . . . man, it gets me hot. He told me once about Lynn and a friend of hers including him in their activities. I’ve incorporated that story into my all-time favorite fantasy.
Following a company dinner, Eddie, Lynn, and I are sitting at the bar having a couple of drinks. Lynn and I are drinking pretty heavily, but Eddie mostly seems to be nursing his beer and listening to our conversation. As most drunken conversations do, the talk turns to sex. We are discussing the most interesting places we’ve done it when Lynn and I decide to have a smoke. The restaurant is smoke-free, so we step outside for a quick cigarette while Eddie holds our places at the bar.
When we get outside, Lynn continues our conversation as though we hadn’t even paused. She asks, “OK, so I know the best places you’ve done it, but how about the best partner you’ve ever had?” I pause in thought, running through my experiences in my mind. Before I can respond, she says, “No, make it two best partners, best male and best female.”
I glance at her, and the look on my face must have told part of my answer. “Oooohhh! You mean you never experimented?” Her tone was one of disbelief. “Didn’t you ever want to?”
“Not until recently.” The words come out of my mouth almost before I think them.
“Hmmm,” she says, licking her lips suggestively, “maybe you should.” Lynn drops her cigarette to the ground and stubs it out with the toe of her shoe. Then she reaches across and gently tweaks my nipple with two fingers. “Maybe you should.”
Lynn turns and heads back into the restaurant. After a moment’s hesitation, I follow. I feel slightly uncomfortable about her touch, but more than that, I feel excited. When I reach the bar, I find Lynn and Eddie gathering up their things to leave. Disappointed, I grab my purse and start to look for my keys. Lynn places her hand on my arm. “You know, maybe you shouldn’t drive. Eddie hasn’t had much to drink, he can drive.” I think about how I’ll retrieve my car, but I decide to worry about it later. At that moment, my brain is too fuzzy from the alcohol and Lynn’s proximity.
I follow Lynn and Eddie out of the restaurant to their car. Eddie holds the back door open for me, and when I get in, I realize that Lynn is entering the back seat from the opposite side. “I’ll sit back here and keep you company,” she says.
I settle back into the seat as Lynn sits beside me, at an angle so that she’s nearly facing me. Eddie starts the car and heads out of the parking lot. Lynn looks at me intently as she places her hand on my leg and drags her fingers up my thigh. I gaze back at her, nervous, but hoping she wouldn’t stop, hoping that she would go farther. Almost as if she can read my mind, Lynn moves her hand up further, pushing my skirt up as she goes. She whispers, “Unbutton your top.” I reach up and slowly release the buttons of my blouse. “Mmmm,” she says, nuzzling the swell of my breast at the top of my bra with her cheek, “now show me your tits.”
I drag the lace of my bra down to reveal my nipples. They’re already taut, straining for contact. Lynn turns her head so I can feel her hot breath on the tight tips, making them even tighter. She put her mouth around one rosy bud, moistening it before she sucks gently. A wave of heat flows directly from my breast to my groin, making me squirm slightly in my seat. Over the top of Lynn’s head, I see Eddie readjust the mirror for a better view. He catches my eye in the reflection and winks at me. He’s enjoying this as much as I am. Lynn laps at my nipple, rolling her tongue around the hard pebble as though it were a lollipop, while Eddie watches in the mirror.
Lynn raises her head slightly and looks at me; I feel my face flush. She kisses me, darting her little pink tongue into my mouth. I close my lips around it and suck, hoping to give her at least part of what I am feeling. I feel her hand easing its way up my skirt, closer and closer to my crotch. Brazenly, I push my hips forward and part my legs to give her better access. Her knuckles rub against my panties. I’m sure she can feel my wetness through the thin cloth. She cups my pubic mound, and I gasp when the heel of her hand grinds lightly against my clit.
After a moment, Lynn pulls back from me and pushes my skirt up to show my black lace panties. She tugs at the waistband, trying to pull them down. I slip off my shoes and raise my butt slightly to help. Lynn slides my panties down my legs, bending to take them over my feet and biting my thigh softly in the process.
