Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story, which is my entry in the Literotica Nude Day contest. Before we get to the story, a big thank you to all who voted for me in The Earth Day Contest. "That's What Friend's are For" won first place! As always a disclaimer for those unfamiliar with my work. I feel a good build up to an erotic story is what foreplay is to sex, it makes things a lot hotter in the end. So if you are a fan of shorter stories, this one may not be for you. Okay enough yapping, on with the story.
I made the mistake of glancing at my watch and groaned; it was only four fifteen. Another forty five minutes before I could indulge in my weekly treat. Thinking about that treat; an hour long full body massage, was making this the longest day since, well, since last Friday! I fought to focus on the columns of numbers in front of me, but it was a losing battle. Instead my mind drifted to the thought of those soft, yet firm, hands rubbing my feet, taking away the discomfort a week in heels caused, and then moving up my calves.
Those long, slender, and oh so talented fingers would work their magic behind the tender backs of my knees before beginning their upward journey to my thighs. I shifted in my seat and felt the thong sticking between my legs. I'd been wet all day which was becoming the norm on these glorious days when I allowed myself to get as close to my fantasies as possible without crossing the line. Giving up on work altogether, I leaned back in my chair and removing my sensible black pump, put my stocking foot on my desk.
Pulling up knee length black skirt, I placed my hand on my inner thigh and squeezed it, mimicking the attention it would be getting later. Letting my hand wander upwards I teased myself by sliding it across the patch of lace covering my now sopping slit. The thong was a sexy contrast to the skirt, shoes and the red long sleeve blouse I was wearing. Sensible and professional, that was me for the majority of my thirty eight years.
Not that I still wasn't on the surface, but the last few months my inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies had been far from what I was raised to consider proper. I rubbed my hand more firmly against the damp material and released a soft moan.
My fingers pressed harder, pushing the thong between the lips of my pussy and working them up to push against my aching clit. Jill, my receptionist, left at four on Friday's along with most of my department and with no fear of getting caught I thought about giving myself some relief.
The past few hours had been filled with visions of soft hands and even softer tongues wandering over my yearning flesh and I'd been squirming in my seat all day. Normally I managed to abstain from masturbating during my special day, letting my sexual frustration build. I would then endure the deliciously excruciating tease of my nearly nude massage before racing home and hopping into bed. Then it was time to use the evening's toy of choice to get off several times before collapsing into a deep sleep.
Saturday morning would feature a slower more sensual session with my fingers and a multi speed bullet while replaying the previous nights encounter. Not that a massage would be most people's idea of an encounter, but when you secretly desired women an hour of being rubbed down by an attractive one was as close as I could get. No, that wasn't true. The closest I would allow myself to get was more like it.
I had no doubt if I put myself out there, went to the right bars or clubs; I could get what I wanted. After all, my Sapphic obsession had begun when Jill and I had stopped in for a drink at a new club, The Pink Hat, not knowing it was specifically for women who enjoyed the company of other women. Teasing myself through the thin material of the thong I let my mind drift back to the day I discovered my latent desire to experience the softer sex.
It was just after work on a Friday and there were only a few women there so it didn't hit us right away. However, once someone put some music on, Jill and I caught on pretty quick. A song I didn't recognize, with a slow sensual beat began to play and to our surprise two women drifted onto the small dance floor and slipping their arms around each other's waists began swaying seductively.
We glanced at each other and I noticed Jill looked uncomfortable. I'd shrugged and suggested they were probably just playing around. That idea went out the window when I looked back over to see them kissing.
And what a kiss it was! It wasn't a playful peck, but a long deep passionate kiss that caused a strange sensation within me. The sensation itself shouldn't have been strange; it wasn't like I didn't recognize arousal, but was shocked to feel it watching the scene before me. I could honestly say at that point I'd never thought about two women together. Even on the occasions I had watched some dirty movies with Rob, if a lesbian scene came on, I would ask to skip it.
I'd always thought why would I want to watch what I already had? But that day, the way those two beautiful women had touched each other had gotten me hot in a way I hadn't been in years. Perhaps it was the fact they were so open about it; that here they were kissing and touching in front of a room full of women and not caring.
Jill had excused herself to go to the bathroom and as she made her way across the room I noticed several women stare at her as she passed. Jill was a petite little brunette who although on the slender side had long shapely legs and what I had since come to realize was very fine ass.
One woman in particular, an older blonde wearing a dress far shorter and tighter than I would ever have the courage to wear, stared at Jill with a look of pure lust that sent another unexpected feeling of desire through me.
When Jill was with me I had focused on her, sneaking furtive glances at the women dancing whenever she would look away. I now took full advantage of her absence, turning on my stool to watch what I used to think was so wrong. The taller of the women, a stunning red head wearing a skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass was now behind her partner, her hands encircling her waist.
The other woman, a short curvy blonde whose ample breasts threatened to spill from the low cut sundress she was wearing, was working her hips, grinding her ass back into her girlfriend. The redhead responded by sliding the blondes hair to the side to kiss her neck.
She worked her lips along her creamy skin and my face grew hot despite the air conditioning in the club. The blonde sighed and reaching back ran her fingers through her lover's hair, holding her face to her neck.
There were whistles from several of the women when the redhead's hands worked their way up and my breath caught when she cupped her impressive breasts. She pushed them together, and fondled them, her hands sliding across them.
The blonde's mouth opened as she released a moan that was drowned out by the music. What wasn't drowned out were the cheers when her hand dropped to the hem of the blonde's skirt and pulled it up, giving a quick flash of a black lace thong before pulling it back down.
Someone yelled not to tease and with a laugh she hiked the skirt up giving everyone there a full view of the black strings over her full hips. The blonde reached behind her, caught the hem of the redheads dress and returned the favor lifting it up to expose her...bare ass.
The women around laughed and clapped and I sat there transfixed by the sight of her shaking her bare ass. That ass was firm and tight and when she widened her legs and leaned forward, she flashed a quick peek of her pink pussy.
To my dismay she straightened, leaving me to struggle to focus on just the glimpse I had gotten. In front of me the blonde was now rubbing her hands across her lush thighs and the patch of lace over her pussy.
I watched her long slender fingers with their deep purple nails sliding across her inviting thighs and...inviting? Even now, sitting at work months later, I recalled how that word had jumped into my head and how shocked I'd been.
The redhead's hands had gone back to her top and after several women began chanting "Flash, flash!" she laughed and pulled the top of the dress down. My eyes widened and I was sure my mouth had dropped open at the sight of her bare breasts. Her large milky white globes were well rounded and her nipples pink and swollen. The redhead gave them a quick pinch causing her to yelp, before pulling her top back up.