I'm back in the office for a big end-of-year meeting after a heavenly Christmas at Jane's family cabin. I look at the half-assed projects on my desk and groan. My coworkers were goofing off more than me that week. I look at the clock and groan again. It's already half past nine. The eleven o'clock meeting with the CEO will be a nightmare if I can't concentrate. I glance at my reflection in the little mirror beside my coffee cup. My eyes look tired behind my small black framed glasses. My shiny black hair is a little messy but presentable. My red lips distract from my less than perfect appearance. Jane is my hope for keeping the meeting civil. I'm sure her detailed project report will carry us into a successful new year. Then again, we spent most of the week having sex at her cabin. She may not have finished it.
A knock on my office window distracts me. I look up to see Jane's tempting figure behind the wall of glass. She wears a tight white skirt and jacket like nobody's business. Her short brown hair, large eyes, and fiery pink lips instantly turn me on. My outfit mirrors hers except it was black with a green blouse. Jane's low cut gold blouse was fitting for the approaching new year. I straighten up and wave her in. I check my reflection again to see my bangs stuck to my forehead where my hand was leaning. I quickly tidy up and rub my lips together to refresh my burnt rose red color. Jane enters and greets me with a smile.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look stressed. Anything I can help with?"
"Your presence is a great start. Did you, by chance, finish your timeline with team input?"
She smiles and shakes her head at me.
"Victoria, you know me better than that. I'm annoyingly punctual."
"Sorry... I guess I'm behind and projecting."
"No, you're not. You're nervous and overthinking. You quadruple check everything even when it's perfect."
I sigh and roll my eyes at myself. Jane is right.
"I hate to see you stressed," she declares.
She turns to the glass wall and closes the blinds to make my office private. Then she slowly walks behind my desk and stands beside my chair with her hands on her hips. I rotate and look at her in confusion. She smirks at my expression as she proceeds to unbutton her jacket and blouse.
"Jane, what are you doing?"
"Distracting you from your worries."
My temperature and my heart rate rise as she opens her blouse to reveal her lacy bra. It squeezes her heavy tits into a tempting double pillow. I never thought I would lust after another woman, but Jane makes it too easy. I (about to declare her insane) am rendered speechless as she lifts up her bra and frees her glorious melons. Her nipples harden in the cool air. She smiles at my shock as she places her hands on her tits and squeezes them. She playfully pinches her pink nipples and moisture gathers between my legs.
"Now that I have your full attention, I want you to kiss each nipple and leave your pretty lipstick on them."
"Jane, this is..."
"Don't argue. Do it," she orders.
I stare in disbelief for a moment, then I lean forward and taste her left nipple. Her hard pebble feels wonderful against my tongue. Her scent and taste cause arousal to collect between my pussy lips. I feel it wetting my panties. She moans as I work my teeth around her nipple.
"Very good. Now do the other one."
I obey and lavish her right nipple with licks and sucks. My red lipstick easily paints her white skin. My heart pounds with enjoyment as I draw away and observe my work. Smudged-red-lip marks decorate her tits like a naughty Valentine's Day card.
"Beautiful," Jane declares before she lowers her bra back over her tits to hide my artwork. "Now if you get nervous in the meeting, look at me and think about your lipstick on my nipples. It will make you feel better."
I smile and shake my head at her. Suddenly, a shadow passes across the window blinds before a soft knock disturbs the silence.
"Shit, I forgot about Vince! I promised him ten minutes to practice his presentation before the meeting. Hide!" I hiss and motion Jane under my desk.
"What? Why can't he see me in here?"
"Your blouse is open and my lipstick is smudged. HIDE!"
My panic makes Jane panic. She curses and crawls under my desk as I attempt to unsmudge my lipstick. She is lucky I keep a pillow under there for my feet. Vince knocks again.
"Just a minute!" I call.
I look somewhat composed, so I hop up and answer the door. Vince greets me with a nervous smile as he steps into my office. Vince is my second favorite work friend after Jane. His messy blond hair, big hazel eyes behind gold frame glasses, and cute smile endeared me to him. He's also nervous like me. We get along great. His awkwardness sometimes makes me think he's attracted to me. We both stammer and get tongue tied. I do it more when I'm attracted to a person. I quickly realized Vince does it with everybody, not just me. I was disappointed, but I still enjoy his friendship.
"Good morning, Victoria. Sorry I'm early. I need you to approve my presentation before I decide to trash it and start over."
"Sorry I made you wait until the last minute to do it. It's been a crazy week. I'm ready to listen."
He gives me an odd look because I'm still standing in front of the door.
"Um, I have to stand for my presentation so you can sit down. It will help me know where to look to engage with the audience."
"Oh, of course. Silly me," I chuckle.
I take a calming breath and return to my desk. Jane is kneeling underneath it on my foot pillow. Her pixie grin is the last think I see before I roll my desk chair forward and trap her there. She immediately kisses my left knee. A shudder races up my spine from the touch of her warm lips on my leg. Vince doesn't notice. He is shuffling through his notes. I shake my knee to demonstrate my disapproval of Jane's antics.
"Okay, here goes," Vince breathes. "Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a great holiday. Mine went okay... except for a flood in my apartment. My cat, Noodle, learned how to turn on the shower while I was out shopping."
As Vince continues his intro, Jane runs her fingers up my left leg. I try to ignore it, but she tickles the back of my knee. My leg jumps. I shake my knee again to get her to stop. Suddenly, I hear a "click" and my chair lowers itself five inches. I gasp from the descent. Vince hears me.
"Oh, don't worry, Noodle landed on the balcony. She didn't jump to her death. I should add that," he mutters as he pulls a pen from his front pocket to fix his notes.
