Bob was at work. This was but a part of the problem. The remainder of the problem was that Bob no longer felt challenged by the job, and with no challenge there was no sense of fulfilment. Bob longed for a challenge. Then she found one.
Let me back up a step; Bob was a Roberta, and not a Robert. Roberta was far too formal and Bobbi was too preppy. She hated names that ended with 'i' and hated even more the people who dotted that i with a heart or a smiley face. So Bob was just Bob and it suited her fine.
The challenge that she found centred round a shy, but very attractive new co-worker Molly. Molly was 21 years old, about 5' 3 with brunette hair just past her shoulders, which was usually in pigtails. She had a firm little body with curves where you wanted them to be. Molly was straight in that she'd never even thought about being with another girl before, but Bob thought she could talk her around. That was the challenge.
Bob and Molly worked together in the admin office of a technology firm that specialised in... something or other that had stuff to do with... Well, Bob didn't really know as that went beyond her remit -- she mainly typed up notes and reports and answered the phone to clients who wanted to upgrade or pay bills, or if there were a product fault, she'd fling the call through to the geeks in the tech department.
Molly's desk was across from Bob's and this allowed them to form a close friendship. Very early on conversations turned to personal lives and from there it was a short step to sex; favourite positions, first times, most darings -- conversations that usually take place over a bottle or three of wine, and not in a office full of people who were listening in with a sense of either disgust or lust.
It was during one of these conversations that Bob asked Molly about her first girl on girl action. Molly didn't answer right away but when she did said; "I've not even thought about that. I mean, I know when a girl is attractive, but I've never found myself being turned on by one."
Bob winked and replied, "Maybe you've just not met the right girl for you yet!" Molly giggled, deflecting the suggestion, and asked about Bob's first time with a girl. Just as she was about to answer, her phone started ringing and the work resumed, the banter forgotten. The conversation was abandoned due to a blitz of phone calls and the day went on.
It had been a very long week and Friday finally arrived; plans were discussed for the weekend. Neither had anything specific planned, but both wanted to have a drink and let their hair down. Molly's complaint was that in her little village there were only two pubs and no atmosphere. This triggered a plan with Bob who offered Molly a space to sleep in her flat near the city centre, but neglected to mention she had no spare room and possibly the shortest couch in the entire county of Yorkshire.
It was settled; Molly would go home, grab her overnight stuff, a bottle of red and get ready at Bob's. What she didn't know is that Bob intended they have a few drinks before she gave 'the tour' (four rooms was hardly a tour!) so Molly couldn't back out and go home. She knew the buses were very infrequent to Molly's village and the taxi fare would be extortionate. Besides, Bob's king-size bed (her only luxury) would give enough room that if Molly really didn't want to go along with Bob's intentions that they could have a side each without having to cling onto the mattress for fear of falling.
Bob walked home with myriad images flickering through her mind; outfits she might wear, outfits she'd like to see Molly wear, toys she might need, music, lighting -- the list went on and on. Until she found her hands rubbing her breasts as she walked down the street -- not something that you can really pass of as an itch, or trying to remove fluff when you have a dreamy look on your flushed face and erect nipples!
She got home and jumped in the shower. She turned around slowly under the hot water, making sure that her entire body was wet -- not just her pussy! First she washed her long auburn hair and then shaved her armpits, legs and pussy, making sure she got the essentials done before her mind ran away with her again.
She rinsed the shaving foam off and picked up the shower gel, squirting a little into her hands and warming it before rubbing it across her breasts; cupping them one at a time, covering them with the soapy foam, massaging them before focussing on her nipples. Bob's nipples had always been very sensitive, and almost as soon as her hands made contact they became erect, channelling pulses of pleasure though her body, triggering the wetness between her legs again, causing her to let out a heavy sigh.
It wasn't long before the images of her plans for the night were once again firing through her mind, and rubbing her nipples was no longer enough. Her right hand slithered down her body, loath to leave her breast, but knowing if it did, greater pleasure was to be had. As her hand slid over her smooth pubis, aided by a layer of bubbles she thought of Molly's tits; large, and perfectly formed, a cleavage it was very easy to stare at for too long, and one that Bob hoped to soon bury her face in.
Bob's fingers curled into her pussy, sliding easily between her lubricated lips and deep into the warmth of her opening. Two fingers worked frantically in and out as her thumb flickered and pressed against her clit. She pushed her back against the wall of the shower cubicle; her legs taut against the far side as she leant her head back to allow the ragged breath to tear from her heaving chest. Her left hand was now pinching her right nipple hard and her body started to spasm under the approach of her orgasm. Hopefully not her only one of the night she thought as her legs gave way beneath her and she slithered to the floor, the hot water still raining upon her, washing away the pent up passion, now released.
Bob pulled herself to her feet, rinsed and turned the shower off before getting out, towelling off and putting on a black thong and her dressing gown. She went over the flat quickly, tidying the kitchen and the living room first before moving to her bedroom. This room was going to require some extra thought. What could be left out to entice, but not frighten? Molly seemed fairly open minded, so Bob figured a couple of pairs of handcuffs on the headboard would be ok. She'd almost expect to see a vibrator, but which one to place on the bedside table? Not Bertha, the largest of Bob's toys, but nor could it be anything too small and feeble. The decision was made, and an 'average' sized 'realistic penis' (except for the fact it was blue) was positioned casually next to the alarm clock.