Being a clandestine operative presented unusual opportunities.
Sarah considered this as she regarded the woman in front of her. Just a few short months ago, the woman, Vivian, had been an unassuming graduate student; now she was the CEO of an major, if shady, international business empire. Despite the change in fortunes, Vivian remembered when she and Sarah first met. She had been impressed by Sarah's worldliness and experience. Though just a few years older than Vivian herself, Sarah's career had followed an utterly different trajectory.
Vivian considered herself as a normal, straight young woman but something about Sarah stirred her in an unfamiliar but unmistakable way. For her part, Sarah viewed her own sexuality as a tool to be used in furthering her objectives. One of the reason the Company had recruited her was her stunning looks. She exuded an innocent aura, seemingly unaware of the impact she had on other people. Men were the obvious targets but most women found her alluring as well.
In the course of her professional career, she had seduced any number of men and not a few women when it served the mission. Her skills in the sack were as outstanding as her other abilities and it was the whole package that made her one of the best in the business. Given her own preferences, her urges took her to men and, lately, to one in specific. It was odd, really, as he was not her equal in attractiveness nor was he nearly so worldly but all of that may be why she regarded him with such affection. That and his untutored but extra-eager sexuality and the cock to go with it.
Oddly, both women's' noses were somewhat broader and more rounded at the tip than current fashion dictated but each had eschewed the temptation for surgical refinement, accepting themselves as they were. Those things that were amenable to personal effort, such as their well-toned tummies, they were happy to work on but neither chose to hire the services of someone else in pursuit of corporal perfection. They each had high cheekbones, though Vivian's were the more prominent of the two. Either face drew approving looks from those they encountered.
Looking Vivian in her pale blue eyes, she read the interest and that interest interested her. The 9 mm Glock she had trained on the brunette made the interaction oddly more arousing. She gestured with the pistol. "Take it off."
Vivian was truly confused. She too had drifted towards sexual thoughts about Sarah but didn't dare to hope that the lovely blonde might reciprocate them in any way. "What?"
"Your outfit, sister. Remove it." This time the gesture clearly indicated the whole outfit.
"I see." Vivian smiled a smile that she could not have managed in such a situation six months before. As the anonymous grad student, she would have been too terrified to retain her self possession but after just a short time in her new life, she had become accustomed to the sensation of power. She was realistic enough to acquiesce to the obvious authority of the semi-automatic but she retained her self-possession.
She started to undrape her gorgeous figure, starting with her beautifully tailored suit jacket, revealing the elegant silk blouse beneath, enticingly covering the soft curve of her nicely-shaped breasts. Vivian slowly began to undo the buttons, starting at the neck and working her way towards her waistline.
When she wriggled out of the ecru garment, Sarah bent down and set the pistol on the floor. She rose and ordered Vivian, "Don't stop now."
All pretense of coercion was past. Both women were into this moment fully and willingly. Vivian was not about to stop. She kept her pale blue eyes locked onto Sarah's darker blues as she deftly undid her skirt and shimmied it down her nearly perfect hips.
Sarah eyed the slightly younger brunette approvingly. Few women she met had a body to rival her own but Vivian was, if anything, even more perfectly proportioned. Her pale lavender lingerie accentuated her curves appealingly. Sarah stepped closer and brushed her lips lightly across Vivian's fuller, redder ones. Sarah was unsurprised to see the matching garter belt that held up the silk stockings that covered Vivians legs. She had, Sarah thought, the legs of a casual athlete, defined but not overtly muscular.
Vivian shuddered and felt a clenching twinge within her panty-clad crotch. She knew her juices would soon be flowing and she was delighted with Sarah for the experience. She reached a hand to the back of Sarah's head and locked her lips with hers.
The two women kissed for an age, relishing the soft, unhurried interaction with one of their own sex. Sarah continued their kiss while she reached around and undid the clasp of Vivian's costly bra. Their embrace kept the undergarment in place until Sarah broke off the kiss and grabbed the lavender fabric, revealing Vivian's stunning breasts. The firm mounds were surmounted by large, brick red nipples surrounded by nice, bumply areola. Vivian's arousal was evident from their stiffness.
Vivian's tan skin contrasted so clearly with Sarah's pale while flesh.
