Amber lay in bed restless, unable to sleep. Thanksgiving break started tomorrow and she would be working for a few days at her summer job. And that meant she would see Irene. Amber rolled her nipples between her fingers as she pictured Irene's beautiful body. At age 51, Irene was stunning. Her slender 5'8" body with her long legs and blonde hair drove Amber to distraction. There was nothing girlish about Irene. She was a mature woman and Amber longed to be in the arms of a woman not a girl. At the ripe age of 21, she was still a virgin. She had had her share of boyfriends growing up and did the obligatory handjobs and blowjobs, but she had no desire for intercourse. Men left her feeling used and unfulfilled. She discovered her desires several years ago when she started working at her mom's office and met Irene. Amber could never put the feelings into words, but her body spoke volumes whenever she was near Irene. Her hardening nipples and throbbing clit embarrassed her and she feared Irene would notice and think she was perverted.
"Am I a pervert?" Amber wondered as she let her hand slip between her legs. "Would Irene be repulsed by me?" She sighed, "Too much confusion." She knew she wanted Irene and let her mind focus on the image of the two of them embracing and caressing each other's body.
Amber felt the wetness in her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her finger. She imagined Irene kneeling over her face, lowering her wet pussy lips onto Amber's waiting tongue. Amber moistened two fingers in her wet opening and sucked them in her mouth. "Irene would taste like this," she thought. "And I would drink her juices until she came over my face." Amber spread her lips and began to rub her erect clit harder and faster. She turned her head into the pillow as she came, muffling her cries of "Irene.... Irene.....Irene!!!"
Amber stood in front of the full-length mirror trying to decide if she looked sexy, slutty or foolish. She had decided to go to work looking like a woman and not a college co-ed. Her clothes were strewn all over her room in her attempt to find something that didn't look frumpy, finally settling on a white silk blouse and scarf, short black skirt, and open toed low heels. "Not too bad," she thought as she gazed at her image. She flipped her long, light brown hair over her shoulders and struck a pose. She knew boys found her attractive, but was her thin, 5'11" figure too girlish for a woman? Her breasts and butt seemed too small to her and her legs too long and thin. Amber looked down at the pedicure she had given herself last night. She remembered that Irene always wore red nail polish on her toenails and she painstakingly painted hers to match. "It'll have to do," she said as she grabbed her coat.
Everyone at work greeted her as a prodigal daughter returned. Exclamations of how beautiful she looked and how she seemed so much older made her blush. She fixed herself a cup of coffee waiting for Irene to come in so she could get her assignment. Amber was making small talk with a secretary when she heard Irene's voice behind her.
"Well look at our little Amber," she joked. "It took three years, but we finally have her dressed like a professional."
Amber turned to greet her and blushed deeply. "Hi, Irene. I just thought that....."
Irene cut her off. "Oh dear, please. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Come here and give me a hug. I'm so glad to see you. How's school?"
Amber gave her a quick hug; worried she'd sense her desire. "School's fine, but I'm glad to be back." She stepped back, marveling at Irene's appearance. She always looked so classy - just the right amount of makeup, clothes that looked like they were designed just for her, and her blonde hair styled perfectly.
"And I'm glad you're back," Irene replied. We're up against it, dear. I hope you can put in some long hours this week. I have a presentation we need to put together for the board and I need you to work on the visuals. Finish saying your hellos and meet me in my office"
Irene wasn't kidding about the work. Charts and graphs had to be created and prepped for the printer, but Amber was in heaven. Irene had set up a computer in her office for Amber and she was able to watch her whiz in and out of the room all day. Lunch was a pack of crackers and a soda and by five o'clock, Amber was tired, hungry and ready to go home. She was finishing a chart when Irene came into her office.
"Honey, I have a big favor to ask," she said. "I know you've been at it all day, but I have to get this stuff to the printer tomorrow. Would you mind staying late with me to finish? I'll order in some Chinese and after dinner we can go at it again."
As tired as she was, Amber knew she would have to be on her deathbed to miss a chance to be with Irene. "Sure, I can stay. I don't have anything planned."
Irene's desk was covered with half-eaten containers of Chinese takeout containers. Amber sat back in her chair, totally stuffed, sipping on some wine from a Styrofoam cup.
"I guess I got carried away with the food order," Irene said. "Oh well, I'll put it all on my expense account. So tell me, Amber, what's new at school? Any serious dating going on?"
Amber smiled, "No, actually I'm not really looking," she replied. "I don't know.... the guys at school seem.....well kind of...."
"Shallow. Self absorbed. Out for a quick hit," Irene interjected. "Welcome to the real world, Amber. And the sad part is they definitely do not improve with age. It took me 20 years to realize that fact of life."
"How long have you been divorced?" Amber asked.
"Ten years. And let me tell you, honey, they've been the best ten years of my life. I do what I want, when I want, with whoever I want."
"But your so attractive," Amber replied. "You probably have lots of men chasing after you."
Irene laughed, "Oh yeah, lots. But actually, I'm not really looking either."
