Since the night where they had both stayed late at her office Lauren hadn't so much as shared a handshake with Jennifer and while it meant that her stomach wasn't squirming with tension all the time, she found that she missed the little 'innocent' touches that had driven her so crazy before. Sure Jennifer was the model employee, friendly, attentive, efficient but it was the little brush of her fingers when she handed things over, the squeeze to her shoulder that Lauren found she missed the most. A few times she had considered bringing their disagreement up but just as she was about to she always bit her tongue, knowing it was for the best that this end and if anything, a freeze between them was for the best. If they were both vaguely annoyed with one another then absolutely nothing could happen.
These were the thoughts that Lauren used to rationalise her professional behaviour but when she was alone in her flat, her body aching for her touch she always considered sending her a message. It was a night like this and after one too many gin and tonics that Lauren went to her bedroom and stripped off her office attire and spread herself out over her bed. Biting into her lip gently she moved her hands over her breasts, teasing them slowly only to start to work her pale pink nipples until they hardened beneath her touch, already able to feel her pussy starting to get wet at the thought of Jennifer. Swallowing thickly she pinched them slightly, letting out a soft little gasp of arousal as she let one hand trail slowly down over her flat, pale stomach and over her sharp hip bones, thinking how tightly Jennifer had grabbed them.
Pushing her fingers against her entrance she dragged her juices up over her clit and started to tease it, trying to remember exactly how Jennifer's fingers had felt, what she had done to her body. Remembering her beautiful tits Lauren licked her lips, wishing she could wrap her lips around them then and there as she pushed her fingers inside herself and started to rock her hips down onto them. Moaning out softly she started to move them a little faster only to groan in frustration when nothing was feeling right. Pausing for a moment she checked the time on the nightstand and knew she should already be asleep but she needed to come. Reaching under her bed for a shoebox she bent over it, her pert little butt in the air as she rifled through it only to pull out a thick, seven inch dildo. Lauren had never been a fan of penises and so had gone for a glittery purple one instead of anything with veins or any semblance of balls.
Getting on her knees on the floor at the foot of her bed she bent herself forward onto it, remembering how hot it had been when Jennifer had bent her this way. Reaching behind herself she teased her entrance with the tip of the dildo only to moan out softly when she finally pressed it inside. Easing it in and out slowly till it was coated in her juices Lauren didn't wait any longer to adjust, starting to fuck herself with it firmly. "Fuck yes-" she panted out, it being the closest thing to what she had had before. Rutting her hips back firmly onto the dildo she reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit steadily, not wanting to tease herself, just wanting to come quick and dirty.
Leaning back from the bed she rode the dildo hard and fast, her perky breasts bouncing with each rock of her hips. Lauren was alone and so she didn't try and be quiet, letting her breathy moans fill her bedroom as she bounced hard and fast, her pussy clenching tight around it before long. "Yes - yes - fuck-" she hissed out, panting softly as her fingers slipped off her clit they were so went and before she knew it her back was arching as her hips ground into quick, fast movements as she came hard, picturing Jennifer's eyes, ass, delicious pussy as she came.
Wetting her lips Lauren slowly eased the dildo out of herself, suddenly feeling exhausted. It wasn't just her day or the orgasm but the weight of the secret that she was carrying around with her each and everyday. If her friends asked, she said it didn't make a difference, who discussed their sex life at work anyway? But each time she told an anecdote at work about a past relationship and switched the pronoun, or turned down a co-workers kind offer to meet a brother of their boyfriend that weight grew until it was all she could do just to move it around from place to place. When she considered just how lonely it was too, Lauren had to wonder if it was all worth it and if it really would be that big of a deal to come out. These midnight hour musings were usually the kind to keep her awake but as she got off of her sore knees, dropped the dildo in the sink of her ensuite only to slip naked between her sheets she found she was too tired even to worry on it tonight, sadness wearing her out enough for the day.
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The company retreat was almost always awful in Lauren's opinion. They were always holed up in some listed building in the middle of nowhere with no wifi and forced to 'share' or 'team build' in cheesy ways that made her uncomfortable. Lauren didn't want to 'trust fall' or to help clear out horse stables, plus the weather was always awful as British Summers could never be relied upon. Apparently the CEO had gotten the message from her feedback last year and instead of some country mansion they were renting a castle in France. It was essentially going to be the exact same thing but there would be good wine, cheese and sunshine and so Lauren was happy to get on board. To try and maximise the sunshine she had even booked a few days off after the retreat to enjoy the chateau alone. Usually, PA's were not invited as they were not part of the executive team but as the CEO's PA usually co-ordinated the retreat and her baby had come early, Jennifer had volunteered to be the co-ordinator. Lauren complimented her on her pro-activeness but had been hoping for a respite from her for just a week to try and get her out of her brain.
As Jennifer was not part of the retreat officially she wasn't actually around during the days except to initiate the next activity or check that the refreshments were topped up or to organise the taxis to take them down to the local town for dinner. It was in the evenings that Lauren couldn't take her eyes off her, admiring her body in a sundress and heels and the care-free way she would drink wine and tell stories in a way that Lauren was always much too shy to in social settings. Laughing along with the others she was discreet but she knew her eyes lingered longer than they should.
It was after the final nights dinner that had turn into dancing in one of the nearby bars that Lauren couldn't stand it anymore. Drunk and a little jealous watching Jennifer dance with one of the local Frenchman she had decided to call it an early night only for the company accountant to offer to share a cab home with her.
"Well, I'd say this year was definitely a bit less crap than last year, wouldn't you say?" he asked with a soft laugh, lighting up a cigarette.
Lauren laughed softly at that, feeling how hot her cheeks were from the wine and so she rolled the window down in the cab to let in a little fresh air. "I'd say maybe twenty percent less crap but one hundred percent as naff."
"Oh of course. There's no getting away from how naff it is," he laughed and smiled over at her. "You know, you're a bit like Jeckyll and Hyde." he said and gave her side a little nudge as he offered her a drag of his cigarette.
Lauren shook her head politely and gave a weak smile. "How's that?"
"Well. At work? You pretty much use my balls as one of those furry little decorations I see women having on their bags these days... You are like a hawk and you're not shy at coming forward. You're really like a pint sized whirlwind... but as soon as it hits five? You're a mouse. Barely speak above a whisper if there's more than two people there. What's with that?"
Lauren shrugged her shoulders, it not being the first time she had heard comments like this before. She was about to reply when he cut in.
"It's almost like you're two different people. Speaking of different people! I heard - your PA? Lesbian."
Watching the grin that formed on his face Lauren felt the urge to slap it off but she just bristled. "Is that so. Where did you hear that?"
"She told that girl, the mail room girl... is it true?"
"I actually don't pry into my employees personal lives so I wouldn't know." Lauren said with a shrug. "Having a penis or a willingness to service one wasn't part of the selection criteria, you might be surprised to know."
