Chapter 2: Ashleigh's Story
The weekend had passed so quickly. I spent the whole of Sunday with Helen. She indoctrinated me in the art of pleasuring a woman. We had devoured each other in every conceivable position and style till our pussies were sore and we were exhausted. I felt wonderfully satisfied and content on Monday morning. I arrived at work as usual. I was impatient to tell Bridgette about my weekend. Bridgette was not in the office. She had gone to see a client. Helen phoned and asked me to have lunch with her at the usual diner. I readily agreed. We both thanked each other for a wonderful weekend, promising to have a night together again soon. Bridgette returned later that afternoon. We greeted each other cheerfully and she asked me how my weekend was. I told her briefly about my encounter, giving only a broad outline of the events, no intimate details. She came over to me and placed her hand on my cheek and smiled.
"I want to hear all the details, very explicitly." She said. "Let's go for a drink after work, shall we?"
I agreed. We both were engrossed with our work for the rest of the afternoon. I noticed her looking at me ever so often with a strange look on her pretty face. Almost a look of longing and adoration. Finally the workday ended and we went to a pub quite close by that we sometimes frequent. We found a quiet corner and ordered our drinks. I didn't quite know how to start, and suddenly felt shy and nervous about telling her everything in detail. Bridgette sensed my unease and put her hand on mine and reassured me that she wouldn't feel badly towards me or anything like that. She was only curious to know what it had been like. After a few drinks I loosened up and told her the whole story. She listened in fascination, holding my hand, not interrupting till I was finished. Then came the questions. "Did I enjoy it? Was it disappointing? Would I do it again? Had Helen been a good lover? Etc, etc." I admitted that it had been fantastic. The best sex that I had ever had and that I had cum harder than I had ever cum before, and had had multiple orgasms as well. Bridgette's fingers stroked the back of my hand lightly.
"Jeez Ash! Wish I could cum like that" She sighed dreamily.
"Maybe you should try it then." I said softly. She squeezed my hand and leaned close and kissed my cheek fleetingly. I caught a whiff of her expensive perfume and a feeling of desire came over me. I wanted to kiss her lovely red lips. We had been drinking and chatting for a couple of hours. Finally She said she had to go and we went our separate ways.
The next day Bridgette was friendlier than usual. She was wearing a rather revealing, shear blouse and short skirt. I could see her half cup bra through the flimsy material. Throughout the day she paid me more attention than ever before. She would come over to my desk and stand next to me, put her hand on my shoulder and ask me questions and advice about our project we were working on jointly. Her perfume was tantalizing. She smelt clean and fresh and womanly. Her hip would press against my arm gently but firmly. I was intrigued by her uncharacteristic behavior.
I was flattered by her attention, and loved her closeness. "Was she coming on to me?" I wondered. "No!" I admonished myself. "It can't be." Secretly I hoped that it might be, impossible though it seemed. Bridgette had a boyfriend and as far as I knew was as straight as a die. Towards the end of the afternoon, Bridgette was again at my desk and this time I felt her soft breast pressing against my shoulder. I even thought that I could feel her nipple was hard and erect. I never flinched. She twisted her body slightly and I did feel her nipple brushing across my upper arm. A tingle of excitement made my pussy spasm gently. Lustful thoughts were racing through my mind. She was hitting on me. I was plucking up courage to turn and kiss her, when she returned to her own desk. The day ended without any more flirting and I decided that I had imagined the whole thing. I had misinterpreted her actions and put it down to the fact that my confiding in her the previous day had drawn us closer.
The next day we had a few students in the office, as happens occasionally, and Bridgette kept to herself. I did see from the corner of my eye that she was looking at me quite often. One time I looked up and our eyes met. She parted her lips slightly and ran the tip of her tongue from side to side seductively and smiled. I looked away quickly. Again I thought that she was interested in me.
When I got home from work I stripped off my clothes and put on a short robe. As I prepared supper, I thought of what had transpired the past few days and I started to fantasize about Bridgette and I in a sexual situation. Thoughts of my weekend with Helen flooded my thoughts and I tried to picture it having been Bridgette that had made love to me instead. I was getting horny at the erotic fantasies. I went to my bedroom and lay on my bed. I closed my eyes and lay back on the pillows and clasped my breasts, playing my thumbs across my tightening nipples, feeling them swell at my touch. They were Bridgette's hands on my breasts, kneading and caressing my trembling flesh. I pushed my chest up against my hands, my firm breasts yearning for more. I pinched and pulled my nipples till they stood out like acorns, hard and aching with desire. I let go of my breasts and quickly slipped off my panties. I lay back down on my back and fondled my breasts again. My pussy was tingling deliciously and I felt the lips swelling with arousal. I ran a hand down my body slowly - Bridgette's hand - over my flat tummy, pausing at my navel, and then continuing downwards to my yearning womanhood.
I let my fingers tickle my blond curls for a while, stalling the moment of making contact with my heated sex. My other hand found its way to my yearning pussy as well. With my index fingers, I traced the outline of my pussy lips. Down the outside, feeling the engorged flesh quiver at my touch. I paused at the bottom of my slit and then brought my fingers upwards on the inside of my lips, feeling them part in anticipation. I skimmed over my vaginal opening and brought my fingers higher each side of my distended clit. Not touching the sensitive bud yet. I pressed inwards and outwards, pulling back the sheath to free my engorged clit. I traced a finger lightly over its tip and then took the swollen organ between a thumb and forefinger. I moaned with delight at the pleasure. The fingers of my other hand slid into my slit and traveled downwards, finding my gaping hole. Wet and ready. My cunt squelched as I quickly thrust three fingers deep into my sheath. My other hand strummed my trembling clit. My hips bucked upwards fiercely, impaling myself more deeply on my thrusting fingers. I felt my warm pussy juice flowing into the palm of my hand. I screamed Bridgette's name over and over as I came, my convulsing cunt spewing out my girl cum in orgasmic bliss. I slowed down my ministrations, letting myself down slowly from a satisfying climax. I drifted off to sleep with the aroma of my love juice in my nostrils, too tired and contented to bother with washing myself. Thoughts of delectable Bridgette were on my mind. I knew I wouldn't see her the next day. She had an all day meeting with a client again, but would be back on Friday.
The next day I couldn't concentrate properly. I realized I was missing the lovely brunette, her flirting and coming on. I was infatuated with her. No! Obsessed was more like it. My fantasies had instilled a deep desire to posses her, to ravish her and have her ravish me. My work took second place as I pondered how to go about seducing Bridgette. Helen had seduced me. This was now something quite uncharacteristic of me. I didn't really have the nerve for seducing her, but was determined to find a way. I decided to let her carry on with coming on to me, but would respond in some way. After work I went to the mall to shop for sexy and revealing lingerie. I found a white quarter cup, lace bra that barely covered my nipples, but exposed my areola, and a matching thong and suspender. I also bought a pair of thigh high sheer stockings.
Friday morning I had a nice bath with all the goodies in the water. I shaved my legs, and trimmed my pussy hair. I applied my makeup carefully. I did eyes, lips, everything but not overdoing it to look like a tart. I put on my new underwear. I was particularly pleased with the bra. After surveying myself in the mirror, I discarded the thong and went without panties. I rummaged in my wardrobe and pulled out a low cut white lace blouse and a pale gray suit with a short skirt. I put on the blouse, but decided it wasn't revealing enough and took it off again. I put on my suit and three-inch high heel, white shoes. "Now! Miss Bridgette." I thought to myself. "Two can play the same game." I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
I arrived at the office before Bridgette and settled down at my desk with a cup of coffee. She arrived about twenty minutes later. She greeted me warmly and came over and kissed me on the cheek. Once again I smelt her lovely, fragrant perfume. I made a mental note to ask her what it was. She was smartly dressed in a white suit. We made small talk for a while and I brought her up to date with the previous day's work and she filled me in about her client. The morning passed slowly. Once again she kept looking at me, flashing a smile and licking her lips occasionally. I smiled back and once, when she licked her lips slowly and sensuously, I raised my eyebrows questioningly. I met Helen for lunch. No plans were made to see each other for the weekend and I felt a bit disappointed. I didn't want to seem over keen however, so kept quiet. When I arrived back at the office, Bridgette had gone to lunch. The boss and the two office assistants had left for the day. I was alone. My thoughts were on Bridgette. "How should I go about letting her know I was interested in her?" It was a problem I didn't know how to deal with. I was too much of an introvert to just start flirting and seducing her. Bridgette breezed in a while later. She asked where the others were and I told her we had the office to ourselves for the afternoon.
"Just going to the bathroom." She said, and minced out the office, her hips and ass swaying provocatively. My body was trembling with desire. I wished I had the courage to just grab her and kiss her passionately and tell her that I wanted to make love to her. She seemed to be taking a long time in the bathroom. I concentrated on my work, trying to finish so I could leave early. After about fifteen minutes, Bridgette came back from the bathroom. She came and stood next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
