Friday morning was another perfect sunny and hot day. A few clouds dotted the sky, but a constant light breeze provided relief. As promised, Brittany knocked on Jill's open door right when she got into the office. The alluring brunette was in a tight-fitting shirt dress with deep pink and white stripes that accented her porcelain skin, as the email invitation had encouraged employees to dress casually for the summer outing. Underneath, she wore a black push-up bra and a tiny black thong in anticipation of Jill's planned activities. Her tan sandal wedge heels completed the look and gave her a few extra inches as well.
Jill motioned for Brittany to close the door behind her, and her slut quickly complied. Brittany was surprised to see Jill wearing glasses instead of her contacts and a denim shirt with short sleeves that showed ample cleavage, as the older blonde was almost always impeccably dressed in business attire. As she approached Jill's desk and stood in front of it, Brittany also noticed that her mistress was in tan cargo shorts and Coach flats as opposed to her usual pencil skirt and heels.
"Good morning, Mistress."
"Good morning, slut. Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Show me."
Brittany bunched up her shirt dress and revealed the tiny black triangle of fabric covering her mound, already feeling a drip of arousal.
"Good, give them to me."
The brunette slid off her black thong and handed it to Jill, who motioned for her to come around the desk. Once she came around, Jill took the discarded underwear and placed it in her drawer.
"Um..."
"Is there a problem?" Jill asked.
"I'm just nervous about flashing someone at the picnic later," Brittany replied.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to be careful and make sure to hold your dress down, won't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Jill stuffed a couple of fingers into her slut's already moist slit, loving the feel of Brittany's warm hole wrapped tightly around them.
"Ugh," Brittany moaned, feeling Jill's cold digits invading her snatch.
The older woman removed her hand and licked off the wetness, savoring the musky taste. "Now sit down, and we'll go over the plan."
Brittany sat.
"Once the buses arrive at the picnic grounds, there will be burgers and food and drinks for lunch. Around 1:30, the CEO will give a little talk, after which we'll have a few free hours for bags, canoeing, and general mingling. I want you to find Christina around 2:00. Make sure no one else is around, and let her know that I want to see her by the canoe area. Got it?"
Brittany nodded. "Yes Mistress, but how are you going to-"
Jill cut her off. "Don't worry about that. Just do your job, and I'll handle the rest. Then wait outside the canoe building until I tell you to come in. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
It turned out that Jill was pretty good at snooping around. Using the login and password that Ben had provided her, she'd been able to log into Christina's work laptop remotely. Once accessed, it had taken a few hours for her to find anything useful, but Jill finally hit the jackpot when she found Christina's Tinder registration email. Luckily, Christina seemed to use the same password for a lot of her logins, and while Jill didn't have access to the girl's phone, she was able to sign into Christina's Tinder account via the website.
At first, she was disappointed after finding out that the app didn't allow sending photos, as her plan had hinged on getting incriminating pictures of Christina, as she had once done with Phoebe and Brittany. However, after reading through a few message threads, Jill quickly discovered something far better. Their innocent-looking intern had been whoring herself out for drugs, offering to meet up with a few matches for weed and Molly. A few quick screenshots later, and Jill was ready to recruit her new slut at the summer outing.
If my VP of Marketing job didn't pay so well, maybe I'd have a pretty good career as a private eye,
she smirked to herself.
"Good, then go get some work done. I'll see you on the first bus at 11:00. I'll save you a seat next to me."
A couple of hours passed, and Brittany went to the bathroom to pee around 10:45, making sure to clean herself up well after having been chastised a couple of times early on by her mistress. She made her way downstairs and climbed aboard the first bus as instructed. Brittany walked down the aisle until she spotted Jill all the way in the back row. The last row of seats across from them was unoccupied, as a bunch of folding chairs and other supplies were stacked on top of the seat.
It was loud on the bus with everyone talking and laughing, excited to get out of work early on a Friday. Already, all the employees aboard were getting rowdy with drinks in hand. As the bus pulled out and began the drive to the campgrounds just outside the city, Jill reviewed the plan with her slut. "Do you remember what you're supposed to do?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I can't hear you," Jill said. Their coworkers were now talking loudly as the alcohol began taking effect.
"YES, MISTRESS. Find Christina alone around two o'clock and get her to meet you by the canoe area."
"Good," Jill smiled. "Let's have some fun then. After all, it's almost the weekend."
As she finished speaking, the blonde slid her hand up Brittany's thigh, eliciting a lustful sigh from the brunette. Jill continued going up under her pink dress until her hand cupped her slut's smooth mound, feeling the heat from her crotch. Slowly, she inserted one, two, and then three fingers inside her wet slit. Brittany let out a moan, but it didn't matter, as it was so loud on the bus.
Jill began finger fucking her slut in earnest, thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt. The vibrations from the bus going over potholes and speed bumps only served to intensify Brittany's arousal, sending a constant buzz of sensations throughout her pussy.
Brittany grabbed the window with her right hand to brace herself, trapping Jill's hand between her pale thighs. Her eyes were half-closed in lust, and the feeling of Jill's supple, skilled fingers working their way in and out of her cunt felt sensational.
Suddenly, she felt Jill remove her fingers altogether, prompting Brittany to open her eyes. Jill had spotted one of their older coworkers, Pat, walking down the aisle of the bus toward them. By the way he was walking and the slight blush on his cheeks, Jill could tell that he was already buzzed. Brittany quickly adjusted her dress and closed her legs together.
"Hey Jill," he grinned at her.
She smiled back. "Hi Pat."
"And hey uh...Brittany."
"Hi Pat." Brittany forced out a smile, her cheeks flushed both from arousal and embarrassment at the thought of almost being caught. She could feel some of her juices leaking down her taint and onto the seat between her shut legs.
"Mind if I join you pretty ladies back here? Hoggin' all the booze to yourselves, eh?" the balding man attempted to flirt.
"Sorry, no booze back here," Jill gestured to the seat across the aisle. "Just stuff for grilling."
Pat looked crestfallen.
Before he had time to reinitiate his drunken advances, Jill said, "I think Jake brought a case and has a few more beers up front."
He looked divided for a moment, but his quest for another beer eventually won over. "Thanks Jill," he said before turning around and walking back toward the front of the bus.
After a few seconds, once Jill was sure that Pat wasn't coming back, she turned her attention back to Brittany. She moved her hand down to the brunette's crotch, and Brittany spread her legs apart to allow Jill access. The blonde began toying at Brittany's engorged clit with her middle finger. She rubbed at the hard nub in slow circles, driving Brittany crazy. As Jill began gradually increasing her pace and pressure, Brittany's breath grew short as the pleasure mounted.
Brittany was no longer concerned with getting caught, as she now spread her legs wide open and thrust her exposed, shaved mound up against Jill's hand. One leg was pushed up against Jill's thigh, and the other was pressed tightly against the wall of the bus under the window. Luckily, Jill kept her head straight ahead, staying alert for any more would-be intrusions. Everyone was socializing and drinking, having a great time and oblivious to the debauchery happening in the back row.
Jill started rubbing at Brittany's clit even more quickly now, her fingers flying. Little gasps escaped from Brittany's lips, but the roar of the bus and the loud conversations all around masked them.
"Ayee!" The bus hit a speed bump, and Brittany yelped shrilly as the vibration shot through her pussy in sync with Jill's rubbing.
Brittany squeezed her legs together as her climax continued to build, sweat dripping down her forehead. "M-Mistress, may I cum?"
Jill was feeling generous today, and the thought of soon adding another slut pleased her.
"Yes, go ahead my little slut. Enjoy your afternoon off. You can cum as much as you want today, no need to ask for the rest of the day."
She continued her assault on Brittany's clit. The entire mound as well as the inside of Brittany's thighs were now wet, Jill's fingers having spread the brunette's juices all over. Jill applied more pressure, rubbing hard at Brittany's nub in a constant attack. The tall brunette felt her orgasm building, her clit on fire and throbbing for release.
The bus sped up, rolling through a green light and driving over a big pothole. The resulting jolt of the seat up against Brittany's crotch was too much for her to handle. The shock waves from the bump along with Jill's furious rubbing led to an intense climax.
"Unghhh!" Brittany moaned.
Tremors raced throughout her entire body. Her back arched against the back of the bus seat as Jill kept rubbing at her now very sensitive clit. Her toes curled against the soles of her shoes, and for a moment Jill was concerned that someone would hear her even over the clamor on the bus.
Finally, after a few more seconds, Brittany's body relaxed. Her head lay limp on the back of the seat as she recovered, her chest heaving from exertion. Jill smoothed over Brittany dress and then sucked her fingers clean of the juices that had gathered, savoring the salty yet sweet taste of her slut's pussy nectar.
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It wasn't a long bus ride to the picnic grounds next to the river. Once they arrived and disembarked, Jill socialized with a few of the other execs. She had a couple of wine coolers and ate a hot dog, noticing both Carl, the CEO, and Pat, the VP from the bus, unabashedly watching as she slid the hot dog into her mouth. Brittany likewise chatted with some of the coworkers from her group as they grilled and ate, talking about some office gossip and the upcoming baseball game outing.
Eventually, it came time for Carl to address the gathered employees. He was a likable guy and threw out a few jokes here and there in between the usual talk of teamwork and how great of a job everyone was doing.
