This story is getting towards the end of a long series but was written some time ago as a stand alone work. The story depicts lesbian sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Lynda was in her early forties and the head of the firm's HR Department. What had been a straightforward new role at the time had turned a little surreal just a few weeks later as she had been seduced by Susan, the company's CEO, and her secretary into a lesbian club that Susan was in the process of setting up. Lynda's recruitment to the club had been a stroke of genius as she had the means to recruit potential new members very easily. Although she loved her husband and two children, the group provided her an escape from her humdrum lifestyle. Her pretty face and nicely proportioned chest had been used to good effect to help attract new members to the group, although it has to be said, that Susan was the biggest recruiter of the core team.
That same chest had come to the attention of Tracey and Naomi, two more employees who hadn't been recruited to the group yet, even though their home lifestyle was an open secret. They worked in neighbouring departments and lived with each other in a smart city-centre flat. They had a very open relationship and, as the elder of the two, Naomi was the more experienced having lived with a man previously. She had almost exclusively turned her back on the opposite sex now, working through a number of female lovers before clasping eyes on Tracey's magnificent chest. Although she was not flat-chested, she was drawn to Tracey's breast like a magnet.
Her boyfriend had recently dumped Tracey when Naomi had offered her a consoling shoulder, initially, she had seen the older girl as a sister as she encouraged her to go out and enjoy herself. All that had changed when Naomi had first put her hand up Tracey's skirt. After the first time together, neither had ever looked back. They were both in their mid-twenties and had similar tastes in clothes, music and so on and it seemed only natural they moved in together.
The encounter happened late one winter evening as Lynda was walking back to her office from a visit to the archives when she overheard a giggle from one of the offices as a young female voice said "Yes, that rack is certainly something else." This sparked Lynda's curiosity and she stopped to listen in case there was anything else to pick up. The people could have been talking about a spice rack for all she was concerned but now she was part of the inner sanctum of the group and knowing the activities they could get up to, the comment could well have been about someone's tits. Someone like her.
Lynda decided to knock on the door and almost immediately it was opened from the inside and there stood Tracey, one of the secretaries. "Oh hello," said Lynda, "I didn't expect anyone to be around at this late hour."
Tracey smiled at the visitor and replied, "We were just talking about you." A statement that made Lynda chuckle internally. "We are wrapping up to go home soon unless you need something?" Tracey asked.
Lynda shrugged and leaning around the doorframe to address Naomi, the only other occupant in the room, said "I just wanted to mention that I met with that guy from Delta we talked about last week and you were right, he was a special kind of creepy." She stepped over the threshold and Tracey closed the door behind their visitor.
Naomi nodded to Lynda's chest and chuckled as she replied, "I imagine he was busting his neck muscles trying to look away from those babies."
Lynda looked back at her in shock as she stepped beside Naomi's desk "What do you mean, you're hardly flat chested" and nodded to the seated woman's boobs.
"I won't argue with that but compared to you, the rest of us are kept in the shade" Naomi countered, liking the way the conversation had centred on her favourite topic, tits -- large tits at that.
"The pervert was somewhat distracted which made it easier to negotiate with him" countered Lynda before she added, "I imagine he'd go positively gaga over Tracey here."
Naomi smiled conspiratorially as she said, "Yes I save that particular trump card for when I want to play hardball but I suspect you give madam a run for her money in that department."
Lynda continued to look confused as she stated, "I insist that Tracey is bigger and I doubt I'm much more than you."
With Tracey standing behind their visitor Naomi then stated "Very well, prove it, put your money where your mouth is. It's not that I don't trust you but lift the back of your shirt and Tracey can check what size bra you are wearing." Lynda stayed paralysed for a few heartbeats, switching her gaze between the two others. Tracey nodded and Naomi just looked back at Lynda expectantly until the older woman huffed and then started to lift her top so that Tracey could carry out the required examination. Unfortunately for Lynda, she had chosen a tight top that day, which only went to underline Naomi's statement as she struggled to get it past her boobs.
She could feel Tracey's fingers at the bottom of her top but the younger woman still had to ask, "Your top is too tight, you'll need to lift it higher so I can see the label." A quick glance cast at her lover confirmed that they were both thinking the same thing. Another huff and Lynda lifted her top so that it cleared her boobs which were presented for Naomi's enjoyment perfectly. "That's better now let's see where the label is" Tracey said. She had found the label easily but was making a big thing of her searching as her deft fingers unclipped the bra hooks and Naomi could tell in an instant that the strained material was at once released from its tension.
The aid the exercise Naomi hooked her index finger under the lower elastic between the two tits saying "We don't need this in the way now do we" but then went quiet as she strained her neck forward and captured the older woman's nipple between her lips to suck on loudly.
Tracey took her lead from her lover and came around to Lynda's front and moving an unprotesting arm out of the way asked, "Is there one free for another" She leant down to take the other nipple between her lips. A couple of minutes before Lynda had been sharing some banter with the other two women and now just a few heartbeats later her nipples were under dual attack while the woman's hands worked over her breasts -- sending amazing electrical pulses around every extremity but especially down to a well in the pit of her stomach. She should have been protesting but instead, she threw her head back and groaned deeply and cradled both heads to her sensitive nipples.
The fact that her hands had shifted position had driven Naomi to suspect that Lynda wanted this to happen. To test her theory further, Naomi shifted her right hand down to unbutton Lynda's trousers so that she could worm her hand inside the older woman's panties. As her fingers brushed the older woman's clitoris Lynda involuntarily groaned once more and the pressure of her hands intensified so that Naomi's face was mashed further into the fleshy boob. Lynda's participation was further confirmed when Lynda gasped "Oh that's good, men just don't know how to work breasts."
Tracey could just make out the corners of her lover's mouth turn up in a grin at receiving that kind of encouragement which seemed to inspire Naomi further to redouble her efforts. This was further amplified as Naomi thrust her middle and index finger inside Lynda's juiced-up pussy; the way her fluids squished around the invading digits was a new one for Naomi. Tracey was a very good, and very active, lover and yet even she didn't get this worked up.
Naomi slid from her seat to kneel before Lynda who felt her trousers being tugged down to her ankles by the same action. Lynda's panties were hooked aside and Naomi was able to capture the fleshy clit before her as she continued to work her fingers rapidly until the older woman's pussy was a squelching mess. The triple assault of Naomi's fingers and mouth plus Tracey's mouth did for Lynda who stood up bolt upright as her climax hit and hit hard.
Lynda slumped forward and sank to her knees as a consequence of the severity of her climax. Without waiting for further prompting Naomi climbed back in her chair and hitched her skirt up high to display her neatly shaved pussy for both women to survey before announcing "You obviously liked that kind of attention but can you return the favour?" Lynda smiled up at her and crawled forward so that she could engage her tongue on the fleshy folds of the younger woman's labia. The skilled tongue worked flat along Naomi's clitoris before the tip was wormed through each crease and fold to then burrow deep into the moist tangy pot.
