This is purely for those reviewers who were so kind in comment and eager for a follow up. I started to write it as a mix of two topics, but have decided in view of the comments left to send it in two parts as the 'orientation' of them is quite different. They can be read separately, but I would recommend the original Letter from Maggie for context and character.
Written as a letter it is 'newsy' . Please rate it based on what you like about it rather than anything you don't. My apologies for taking so long to complete this follow up to the first 'Letter' story - I hope you are not disappointed - just a work of fiction, but inspired by one or two of my own cameos. Here goes the second part of the second part!!
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'Anyway Krissy, there is more...
Emboldened by my experiences of the weekend, I was determined to enjoy a different kind of experience with Lucy if at all possible. It was all I could do to be patient after the teaser of an experience I had with her when she stayed over a few weeks ago. I wanted to get her back over almost the next night, but as her boss I had to box a little more cleverly than that.
A couple of weeks ago I engineered a great opportunity by arranging a works night out close enough to my house and late enough finishing to make an offer of a bed to save the taxi fare seem perfectly reasonable to anyone and in particular Lucy. That said, I know she really enjoyed staying over last time as she had said as much. I seemed to have become 'cool' and she was pleasantly familiar when we saw each other at work.
I had cautioned her about letting the office know she had stayed over. She was more than happy to keep our secret safe. I was very happy holding the picture of her tiny milk white body, naked in my house, well to the front of my mind during my working days. My invitation to stay again seemed to touch something in her and raise her spirits. There was levity in her manner for the day or two leading up to the night out, that seems to only happen to those still young. In my head I knew it was just the whole going out thing, but in my heart hoped it was the staying over thing that was getting her so excited.
On the night out, I invited her to come over first and drop bags and get ready. I let her finish an hour earlier and come back with me. It was great doing that full girly getting ready hour or two. Lucy was super relaxed this time, quite playful and easy to talk to, not the slightly awkward young woman I spent the night with last time. A glass of wine or two sure lightened both our spirits.
What I got out of this easy going time was lots of glimpses of this gorgeous young thing in various states of undress. A sneaky peek through the bathroom door when she was showering, a gaping blouse top open while hair was brushed, a bottom gently patted to say get a move on, made it all very easy to feel like we were moving nicely into the area I wanted the night to go.
On the night out itself, we were both restrained enough not to lose ourselves totally to the drink. I made a point of always going back to her, checking she was having a great time, but not so much as to allow anyone to think there was anything in my motives for doing so. Encouragingly for me, she seemed delighted when I did so; in fact it was always me that left her to mingle. She did not hook up with any of the boys, which was easy to interpret as her looking forward to her night with me. I could only speculate on what she thought the night might consist of. I knew what I hoped it would consist of...
Just after midnight the bar started to wind down, I casually caught up with Lucy and intimated that perhaps we might head back for a nightcap at my place. She agreed instantly with no little enthusiasm. She was full of chatter and stories in the taxi home, with lots of girly touching and teasing. Soon home, we flopped down on the sofa together with a large stiff drink to keep the party spirit going. It was now how sexily I realised we were both dressed. I had a huge amount of cleavage on show and I swear that Lucy was taking a good look whenever she could. My dress was also short and I made no attempt to cover my nicely tanned legs.
For her part, Lucy was in the tiniest of dresses, made of the flimsiest material almost shear where it had no lining. I was sure that she had dispensed with her bra as her small breasts moved in a way that a bra would not have allowed. God, it was making me wet just thinking of how little stood between me and that gorgeous flesh. If I could have just leapt on her there and then I would have done, but I knew that much more work was still needed.
I began to turn the conversation a little more risqué, probing her personal life. Was there a boyfriend? No. Teasingly, a girlfriend then? No, but a little blush. Small admission from me - don't be embarrassed by the question as it could be fun. A minute or two and she returned to the comment. Had I? Yes. Her eyes were wide now. I would never have guessed she said, as you seem so feminine and womanly rather than the stereotypical dyke. Cue mutual compliments about looks. I let it slip that my female lovers had been very feminine too. She asked what they looked like. I described you and Sara to her knowing that physically she would recognise many of her own features, such as the smaller breasts and slender frames atop luscious long legs.
It was time to move in for the kill...
I mentioned that I had seen her admiring my boobs and asked if she liked big tits. She stuttered that she did find them attractive, but had never really seen a pair of big breasts in the flesh, only her own small titties and those of a few of her friends who were similar in size to herself, still growing women who couldn't compete with mine.
