She Thought She Was the Boss

Angie adjusted the strap of her carry-on bag as she stepped off the plane at San Francisco International Airport. A cool bay breeze greeted her, a welcome change from the stale air of the cabin. She had a long week ahead of her--twelve-hour days at least, networking events, and the endless schmoozing that came with being the Vice President of Human Resources at a major tech firm. But it was part of the job, and Angie had always been good at it.

Her husband of 25 wonderful years Alan, had dropped her off at the airport that morning. "Seven days, Angie," he'd said, pulling her into a tight hug. "That's a long time." She'd laughed, patting his back. "I'll call you every night, I promise. And it's not like we're apart that often. You'll survive." She kissed his cheek, then headed in the airport to board the plane with the excitement of doing something different, excited for the challenge of the week a head but, a little guilty for leaving him behind.

The first two days started off with a bang, meetings, presentations, and setting up the logistics for the rest of the week. Angie was in her element, commanding rooms with her sharp wit and no-nonsense attitude. But when the day came for Maria to arrive Angie was very busy but she knew she had to make time to met up with her. Maria had only been with the company for four months, fresh out of college at 26, but she'd already made an impression. Angie had taken a liking to her--bright, eager, and with a quiet confidence that reminded Angie of herself at that age.

The plan had been simple: Maria would attend the seminars Angie had handpicked for her, a chance to learn and network. But when Maria texted her from the hotel lobby, Angie's stomach dropped. "There's no reservation here for me. What do I do?"

Angie had hurried down to the lobby, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Maria was there, her face flushed with panic, clutching her phone like it might offer some solution. "I've called every hotel in the area," Maria said, her voice trembling. "Everything's booked. I don't know where I'm supposed to stay."

Angie's heart had sunk. She'd double checked with the office to ensure Maria's arrangements were made, but somehow, they'd fallen through. She approached the front desk, hoping for a miracle, but the attendant just shook his head apologetically. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. We're fully booked for the week."

Angie looked at Maria, who was trying so hard to keep it together, and sighed. "You can stay in my room," she offered, the words came out of her mouth before she could stop them, she nervously cleared her throat and said "All I have is a king size bed, but it's big enough for two."

Maria didn't have time to really think about it, she didn't know Angie that well but she had no choice.. she nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Angie. I--I really appreciate it."

That first night was awkward, to say the least. They'd shared a polite dinner, Angie calling Alan afterward to explain the situation. He'd laughed. "You're too nice, Ang. Always have been." She'd rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help smiling. "What was I supposed to do? Leave her stranded?"

When they'd gone to bed, they'd kept to their respective sides of the huge bed, the distance between them was more than enough. Angie had fallen asleep quickly, exhausted from the day, but Maria had been restless. Angie didn't know it at the time, but Maria's mind had been racing, nervous she wanted to make a good impression while she was here.

The next morning, they both got ready for the day trying hard to give each other privacy, but it was a hotel room. Angie handed Maria her itinerary, and Maria had threw herself into the seminars, she met some other young women her age from other offices and became quick friends. That evening, Maria had stayed out late with her new friends. Angie went back to the room showered slipped into her pajamas and went to bed.

When Maria returned back to the room she was a little tipsy, trying to be quiet as she made her way to the bathroom she smelled the strawberry body lotion Angie had used after her shower, taking her mind back to her freshman year in college when her roommate came into her bed one night, her pussy getting wet thinking about it.

Angie had been half-asleep when Maria came in, she laid on her side facing away from Maria's side of the bed. Angie felt her crawl in, Maria came closer to her then the night before. She closed her eyes to go back to sleep, after a couple of minutes she felt Marias finger gently touch her upper thigh, Angie's eyes quickly opened. She lay perfectly still, wondering what was going on, was she doing this in her sleep she thought, her finger was still slowly touching her when she realized what was happening. Maria was playing with herself, her hand moving rhythmically under the covers, Angie could hear the soft, muffled sounds of her pleasure.

Angie's mind raced. What the hell is happening? She can't be...? But she didn't move, didn't speak. She just lay there, frozen as Maria's fingers lingered on her skin, the faintest pressure sending a shiver down her spine. When Maria finally came, she lay panting trying desperately to be quiet, Angie didn't know what do, she didn't know what to think, she's never been around anyone doing that, she rarely touched herself, but as uncomfortable as it was, she was also..very..turned on.

The next day, they went about their business as if nothing had happened. Angie called home but didn't tell Alan about what happened in the bed, she didn't know how to even bring it up to him. But as the day wore on, she found herself thinking about it more and more. The curiosity gnawed at her so much she couldn't ignore it. That evening she joined Maria and the other girls for some cocktails and dinner, Angie paid for everything and then called it a night leaving Maria and the others to their fun. Back in the room Angie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she'd looked at herself, her tank top clinging to her breasts, her nipples clearly visible. Tonight she was leaving the shorts off but leaving the sheer panties on, wondering if Maria would touch her again.

When Maria returned, Angie had pretended to be asleep, Maria quietly slipped into the bathroom to get ready for bed, Angie turned and caught a glimpse of Maria's naked body in the mirror as she slipped on her t-shirt. Maria turned off the light and came to bed, Angie's heart raced as she felt the mattress dip under Maria's weight. This time, Maria was bolder. She moved in closer to Angie, her hand slid across Angie's thigh, her fingers gently moving in circles on her skin, Maria gently ran her finger across her own pussy, again smelling the lotion that drove her crazy. Maria noticed that Angie's breathing had quickened while she touched her, she wasn't asleep. Maria now using her nails moved further up Angie's thigh, Angie thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest but she didn't move, Maria moved closer her body now touching Angie's, her breath was warm against Angie's ear as she whispered, "I know you're awake."

Angie's body had tensed, but she didn't pull away. Maria's fingers traced circles on the back side of her thigh, the touch sending jolts of electricity through her. "I know how you feel I was scared my first too," Maria murmured, her voice low and husky. Angie's heart skipped a beat, her mind screaming at her to stop, but her body was betraying her as she leaned back into Maria's touch.

Maria told her to roll over, Angie hesitated, then-slowly rolled to her back staring into to Maria's eyes. Maria's fingers glided over Angie's body her fingers running along the top of her panties, Angie's resolve completely crumbled. "Take them off," Maria whispered, Angie hesitated for only a moment before obeying. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also exhilarated. Maria kept looking Angie in the eyes as her finger slid along Angie's wet folds, Angie instinctively pulled her shirt up and gently started rubbing her own breasts as Maria sunk a finger in her pussy. Angie's hips bucked into the touch.

Maria leaned down her mouth finding Angies nipple, her tongue swirling around making it harder, Angie moaned, her fingers tangling in Maria's hair. "Do you want me to make cum?" Maria whispered, her breath hot against Angie's skin. Angie responded only by her spreading her legs wider. Maria dove her finger deeper inside Angie, her thumb began circling her clit, she put an another finger inside, Angie grabbed Maria's wrist trying to pull her deeper.. she was cumming.

When Angie came, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her body shuddered, her moans filling the room as Maria's fingers worked her through the waves of pleasure. Maria could feel Angie's pussy contracting around her fingers she gently bit down on Angie's nipple before pulling her fingers away, Angie felt a strange emptiness, a craving for more.

Maria didn't stop there. She positioned herself next to Angie, she raised one leg as she began to touch herself using the same fingers she used on Angie, their eyes were locked onto each other. "Watch me," she said, her voice trembling with desire, Maria began stroking her pussy and pinching her clit she knew she was going to cum fast. Maria kept eye contact with Angie the whole time she played with herself, Angie has never seen anything or experienced anything so erotic in her life, she was ready for more. Angie's hand dipped between her own legs, stroking her clit as she watched as Maria's mouth slowly opened..she was close.

When Maria came, her body convulsed, it was the sexiest thing Angie ever seen, she couldn't help herself, she began to finger her pussy..Maria leaned in taking Angie's nipple between her fingers pinching gently and in her soft but firm voice said, "Make yourself come for me."

Angie's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she obeyed. And when she came, her body trembled. Angie laid moaning trying to catch her breath, Maria smiled at her, she brought her fingers up to Angie's lips..they were coated with the wetness of each others pussies. "Taste us," Maria whispered, she rubbed her finger along her lips, Angie hesitantly opened her mouth, tasting pussy for the first time in her life.

Maria kissed her gently, her lips soft against Angie's, before curling up beside her. Angie lay there, her mind a whirlwind of emotions, her body still humming with pleasure. She laid there thinking about what she had just done, and what it meant for her, what she did to her marriage, for everything she thought she knew about herself.

Maria held Angie tight as she drifted off to asleep, but all Angie could do is lay there and think "What happens now?"