I started or ended many of the next few days looking at the photos or examining some aspect of the video I found particularly arousing. I will confess, I made several trips to the ladies' room to tease my clit into climax recalling our activities that night.
The pink shirt situation was little different. The warmer weather was starting to see some more colorful golf shirts come out of people's closets. I was glad we had settled on pink. There was an orange and a yellow on different days but I honestly forget who was wearing them. Tom actually wore a really deep purple shirt one day and Colton wore a solid mauve golf shirt one day.
Colton did come by my desk a little more often to see if I needed any help with things. Can't say as I blame him, if there was a woman who looked like me and so blatantly flashed her cunt at me, I would be going by her desk every chance I got as well. For fun I sent an email to Leigh and Sasha a week after our encounter "83 more days... mmmmm" was all it said.
The following Tuesday Stephen came by and asked me to get a bunch of reports prepared for an impromptu investor meeting Wednesday morning. I cancelled plans with friends and had Leigh order me some dinner. I had my head down hammering out various reports. It was almost 8pm. I hadn't noticed but everyone had left except Leigh who was sitting working I guess. Leigh and Sasha as office managers typically hung around as long as someone was in the office.
"Leigh, don't sit here because I'm here. I could just as easily do this at home and if you're only staying here because of me I will pack up and take this work home so you can leave."
"No, Stephen asked me to do a few things for tomorrow as well. No worries Margaret. I will leave when I'm done."
"okay." I put my head down and went to back to work on the reports.
About 20 minutes later I had to move so the cleaning lady could get at my waste basket and recycle bin. I used the interruption as an opportunity to go to the washroom.
"Be right back Leigh. I have to visit the loo. Can I bring you anything from the kitchen on the way back?"
"No thanks. I don't need anything. I will be done soon I think. The loo. You're funny Margaret. Are you practicing for our visitors from the UK tomorrow?"
"I wasn't thinking that, but maybe my subconscious was. Be right back."
I took a few minutes extra to wash up a bit and rest my mind. I was going over what reports I had to finish for the morning. I should be able to get it all done and organized in the next 2 hours. I turned the corner, put my hand on the door and "Shit" I said out loud. The door is locked. "Damn. Leigh must have left and locked the door. Fuck." I said out loud. I was just turning to head for security when I heard the door knob turn and the door opened. I walked in. "WOW. I thought you had left and locked me out Leigh." but I didn't see her. She was hidden behind the door.
From behind the door I heard Leigh say, "Shit. I thought that cleaning lady was never going to come tonight."
I turned towards Leigh's voice. She was pushing the door shut with one hand and reaching out to me with her other pulling me in and kissing me. Leigh was completely naked. She was all over me grasping at my body, clutching at my clothes, devouring my face with kisses. "I've been thinking about this all day and wanting it again ever since that night."
As quickly as I could I tried to catch up with Leigh's desires, but they were accelerating as fast as mine and she had a huge head start on me. It was always a thrill being taken by a lover. It was a fantasy I played with often. Young women today speak of wanting to "be raped." I truly believe their language skills are limited and the phrase they're really looking for is "be taken." "Rape" is about power and often has all the unpleasant often terminal violence associated with power. "Taken" is based around lust, not power, and is enhanced with intense love making. Sure it feels powerful and at times forceful but never violent.
Leigh let go of me and started undoing my pants. "I want to taste you. I want you to taste me." She kissed me again. I could feel my juices were already flowing. My pants were around my knees and Leigh's hand was between my legs, parting my flesh, fingers plunging into me. Leigh spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I calmed my mind, somewhat caught up with Leigh's intensity and allowed her to lead. We kissed and Leigh continued undressing me between moments when she pressed herself against me sandwiching me against the wall. In these moments I enjoyed the weight of Leigh's naked body locking me against the wall; the sounds of her panting and moaning; the musky smell of her lust oozing from her cunt, and the fullness of her ass filling my hands.
My blouse was undone. I had one tit in my bra and one uncomfortably out. Leigh was kissing me, clutching and fondling my exposed flesh where ever her groping hands could find it. Leigh dropped to her knees, tugging down my pants and thong until they were gathered around my ankles.
As fun and arousing as it is trying to thrust your hips forward, your pussy forward so someone can eat your cunt properly, effectively, efficiently while your lower legs are bound ... sometimes it just doesn't work.
Leigh's mouth and tongue felt great. I was loving the scene of naked Leigh hyper-desirous of me and my body, on her knees at my feet lapping at my cunt, but it just wasn't working. She wasn't able to hit the right spots.
I put my hands on her shoulders and shoved her backwards causing her to fall on the floor. Before she could regain her composure I had one foot out of my pants and underwear and was standing over her. Leigh looked up at me, my shining bald pussy was the sole place her gaze was fixated. I very deliberately undid the sleeves of my blouse while staring into Leigh's eyes which never looked back as all they could see was my cunt. I watched her breathing deeply, licking her lips in anticipation. I reached behind and undid my bra, dramatically flinging it to the side.
Leigh was caressing my legs her eyes now wandering over my nakedness but still spending most of their time focused on their perceived prize. I balled up my blouse, reached down grabbing Leigh's hands, pushing them to the floor over her head then dropped to my keens pinning Leigh's hands and arms under my shins. I lifted her head cushioning it with my blouse when I laid it back down.
"This is better Leigh." Grabbing her hair and pulling up a little I lowered my pussy onto her face, "Now eat me like I know you can."
Wow, either Leigh had been practicing eating pussy or she had completely lost her lesbian inhibitions and was now just enjoying making love to a woman. While I enjoyed Leigh's new found talents I unhooked my pants from my other foot then, with my hand was behind me, I started playing with Leigh's pussy. My god Leigh's tongue felt so good. Her moves were rhythmic and focused rolling at times, probing at times, still at others.
I got off her face sliding my body down so we could kiss and make-out. I could taste myself on Leigh's lips and face. Her hands were freely trailing soft caresses up and down my back, gently squeezing my ass at the bottom, teasing my breasts at the top with soft tickles where they were being squashed out to the side from our bodies being melded together.
Leigh rolled me onto my side freeing one hand each to explore tits and asses but primarily to play with each other's pussy.
"Please eat me Margaret. Please. Lick me. Eat me. I love the feel of your tongue on me. In me," Leigh squeezed out the words between kisses.
I didn't rush. I was enjoying our foreplay far too much. Leigh's responses to my touch were heightened from when she first attacked me. I knew she was already close to an orgasm, but I was too consumed by our kisses to go down on her.
Leigh's touch was better, much better than the first time we made love, it felt more educated but was probably just more at ease, more confident. She kissed me like a lover who wanted to be my lover. She played with my breasts and touched my pussy like she had done it for years, for her entire life.
Leigh's grasp suddenly became tighter. She thrust her hips forward yearning for my touch. She came. She came intensely but without any wild bucking or loud screams. She muffled her moans by breathing them into my mouth in a long hot kiss that said "WOW!" and "Thank you" at the same time. She rolled somewhat onto me so we straddled each other's legs and so she could stop me from continuing to play with her hypersensitive clit. I held her to me feeling her orgasm pulses slowly subside into mild echoes of themselves.
Leigh was breathing calmly, kissing me softly on my mouth, lips and neck. I returned her gentle kisses. I could feel her wetness soaking my thigh. It felt good. I knew my pussy was also coating her thigh. Leigh started running her fingers along my side in light caresses.
"Maggie. I loved this so much."
"Me too Leigh. I loved it too."
"Maggie"
I could tell a question was coming and new it was somehow awkward for Leigh because I felt her lower her head as she started.
"Margaret, umm"