Work Related Ch. 03

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Sherry gets close to a sexy store employee.
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Part 3 of the 4 part series

Updated 10/24/2022
Created 08/01/2004
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After the unexpected but completely satisfying evening, night and following morning with my ex-husband Peter, I had four options. As my first choice, I would have been very happy to remain in his condo with him, preferably with him in his bed. My second choice was to rush to South Carolina, share the good news with Betty, and maybe share something else too. Third, and in some ways the option I desired the most, was to sleep for about a week.

Well, none of those were possible. Peter was headed off on a book tour and the arrangements precluded me from accompanying him. Betty was at her corporate headquarters for two weeks. And Sleep, while wonderful, assumes that the bills have already been paid to date. They weren't.

That left my fourth, and by far my least favorite, option. I went back to work.

In one way it was good that we were busier than usual for this time of year. It kept me hopping from one job to another, usually assisting Tommy or one of the other managers. However we had a rash of first line supervisors deciding they had found better jobs. The result of that bit of trivia was that I was asked to fill in "temporarily" as a store runner. Since management met my requests for a pay raise and a perk or two, I decided to do it.

I wanted to stay busy because I wasn't sure what to think about Peter and I. The sex in the shower had been great fun. The love making in the bedroom had been wonderful. To quote a popular commercial, waking up in his arms: "priceless".

I wasn't sure what it all meant, and neither was he. I certainly didn't want to ruin the friendship that had sprung up between us. For two people who had formed the habit of discussing most things at length, including our failed marriage, the subject of "us" seemed to bring on awkwardness and hemming and hawing. I thought both of us wanted something more, but weren't sure how to exactly bring the idea into the open. Perhaps the break would allow us to consider what was going to come next.

So here it was, a Saturday night and I was working. An upscale woman's boutique in an upscale mall in an upscale area of the city. Not an enormous amount of stock. What there was had to be carefully inventoried as there was not an inexpensive item in the house. I was fortunate to have only experienced auditors working for me that night, so after a brief discussion with the store manager and my crew, we went to work.

Following the awakening of the previously unknown part of me that found other women attractive, I kept my eyes on one of the clerks assisting in running down the stock numbers of the items that had lost their tags. She was about 25, blonde, with a short red dress that accentuated her nice figure and showed off her legs. I certainly had no intention of making a pass at her but she gave me something to rest my eyes on when they began to turn red from reading the long lines on the printouts that my laptop was spewing. No wonder everyone who did this a lot wore glasses.

I smiled to myself as I saw that I wasn't the only person girl watching. Two of my young male auditors were all but drooling whenever the blonde passed by. I didn't think they were actually discarding merchandise tags so as to have an excuse to have her come over to them but they were very pleased when the opportunity arose.

I passed them once on the way to the manager's office and overheard them quietly discussing how much they would each like to get her alone, in bed or almost anywhere else. I burst out laughing when I had heard one of them say that to the other. Generally they kept an eye out for me while discussing girls, both because the company discourages idle chit chat at work and to avoid embarrassing me. Apparently they imagined I was too old to realize people talked about sex. As cute as it was, I was willing to bet I could shock them, not the other way around. Especially with the way my life had been running lately.

I couldn't resist it though. I paused by them and they both immediately shut up and looked guilty. "Think of how she would look on the big wooden desk in the manager's office while you're at it why don't you?" I actually giggled when both of them stood there with their mouths open and nothing coming out. I don't often get to make a guys speechless, much less two.

I was still chuckling to myself when I reached the office in the back room.

"What's so funny Sherry?" asked Angela, the store manager.

"Two of my guys, Chris and Adam, are enthralled with one of your salespersons. I just couldn't resist a remark to them."

She grinned back. "I noticed. Well, boys will be boys. Dianna is very attractive. Too bad she has a husband who's about the size of both of them put together."

Further discussion was interrupted momentarily as I was startled by the driving beat of nearby music.

"What in the world?"

Angela laughed. "There's a club just around the corner. Of course normally by the time they get started rocking we're all gone."

"Well, maybe we can go there after we get done." I replied in jest.

"You never know," replied Angela, a smile dancing around the corners of her mouth.

Initially I didn't think anything at all of Angela's comments. We discussed how the inventory was going and agreed that another hour would probably see us through. I headed back out to the sales floor and got to work on the laptop transmitting what we had done so far.

Maybe it was the effect of my experience with Betty. Maybe it was a touch of, what had she called it? Gaydar? There had been something in Angela's voice when she mentioned how attractive Dianna was. And she hadn't said "Too bad for them". She had just said "Too bad."

The next time Angela came out of her office I stopped paying surreptitious attention to Dianna and instead watched Angela. She was about my age, early thirties, with long straight brown hair. She was attractive, although not really beautiful. Then, I never considered myself in that category either. She was wearing a sleeveless gray pullover top, that didn't do much to hide her black bra, nor the nice set of breasts it held. She was barefoot, having pulled off her black low heeled sandals hours ago. A pair of jeans, ragged at the end of the legs, completed the outfit I was pretty sure wasn't what she normally wore at work.

I rapidly checked each member of my crew to make sure their counts were accurate. I started to return to the sales counter where I had my laptop set up. Angela was there, explaining something to one of her other associates. She turned to put the papers she had been using back on the counter and several of them slipped from her grasp and disappeared. She mumbled and leaned over the counter to try to retrieve them.

I absolutely stopped dead in my tracks. Up on her toes, her jeans had pulled taunt over a full, rounded bottom that absolutely made my mouth water. No skinny girl's ass, it was definitely that of a woman. I actually found my hand beginning to reach out in an involuntary attempt to touch her.

I shook my head in almost disbelief. "Holy COW, Sherry, get hold of yourself," I scolded myself. Angela squirmed off the counter and turned, the papers triumphantly in her hand. When she did her head came up and she looked directly at me. I blushed. I couldn't believe it but I actually did blush.

Angela didn't react at all. When I came up to the counter she merely started discussing a couple of discrepancies she had discovered. She didn't seem to act shocked, or even aware for that matter, that I had been pretty well caught staring at her. I regained control of myself with an inward sigh of relief. I might be a lot more adventurous now but I wasn't prepared to be quite as daring as Betty was. She would have probably found a way to kiss Angela before the night was over and discover if the vibrations Angela might be giving off were real or only a product of her imagination.

I smiled when I thought of Betty. I smiled broadly when I realized that I was acting as bad as my two young guys. I was willing to bet I suddenly I was matching them fantasy for fantasy. Hopefully I wasn't as obvious as they were. I pulled myself together and managed to return to some semblance of normalcy.

The actual counting process of the inventory finally ended. I rapidly checked that everyone had put their equipment up and let everyone go. Angela let her people clock out also, with a reminder to rest up over Sunday so they could all be bright and eager on Monday.

Poor Chris and Adam. They rushed out the door after Dianna, only to be brought up short as she jumped into the arms of a man who was very large indeed. After locking the door, Angela came back towards me. She was all but biting her lip to keep from laughing. I was doing exactly the same thing. When our eyes met we couldn't hold it back anymore and we both broke into deep belly laughs.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I looked at Angela. "Oh golly, what it was like to be their age!"

"I know." She smiled. My over active senses woke again at the feeling she was hiding something in that smile. "I like being grown up though. You know more about yourself and about other people." With that remark she headed back into her office.

I managed to finish running all the documents and pack everything up. I gathered the forms together into a folder for her and one for me and headed to the office myself. The music seemed louder now, but I couldn't identify anything except the beat. The bass was powerful and I felt my heart pick up to its tempo.

When I came in, Angela was standing beside her desk. A stunning dress was hung on a display rack next to her. Her fingers were touching the material wistfully.

"Its beautiful." I remarked. She jumped slightly and looked at me, her hand falling away from the dress. "It would look amazing on you."

"Thanks," she smiled ruefully. "I never seem to get out so I don't know where I would wear it. Besides, I think its a bit too much for me. I really am a jeans and blouse girl."

"Well," I remarked as I put the folders on the edge of her desk. "I think it would be sensational. But you are right about one thing, you definitely look great in jeans." I didn't even realize those words were coming out of my mouth until they were hanging in the air. I know this time I turned completely crimson.

Angela ignored my embarrassment. "Really?" She turned in a slow circle and my eyes locked on to her bottom. She stood half facing me, half turned away, her head looking over her shoulder at me. A look was smoldering in her eyes that I had seen only once before.

I swallowed. Now, was I prepared to be as determined as Betty had been? I took three slow steps towards Angela. She didn't move. I stood right beside her and this time I didn't stop my hand as it rested on her hip. She still didn't move. Our eyes held each other. I could feel my breath quickening. I slide my hand over onto the bottom I had been dreaming about for the last couple of hours. The other hand stole around her waist and I brought my lips to hers.

For the second time I savored the touch of another woman's lips on mine. Our mouths opened and my tongue found its way over hers and inside her mouth. I pulled her against me with the hand that was in the small of her back. My other hand kneaded her ass, squeezing the full cheeks though the denim. Angela moaned and I moaned with her.

This time I was the aggressor. My hands caught the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, revealing the low-cut black lace bra underneath. I pushed her back against the edge of her desk, my hands fumbling behind her for the catch. I ran my lips over her neck and down her chest, reaching the valley between her breasts just as her bra gave way. My tongue drew down between her 36C mounds, tracing left and right under them and then seeking the jutting pink tips.

Her hands pulled frantically at the back of my blouse. She managed to drag it out of my slacks and get it far enough up to unfasten my bra before my mouth swallowed her left breast. She abandoned undressing me to clutch my head, holding it to her as I sucked deeply on her. My mouth went back and forth from one beautiful breast to the other. I drank each one in turn, letting it slowly escape from my suction until I could grasp the nipple in my lips. A vigorous shake of my head gave rise to louder and louder moans from Angela.

Once again my hands sought the back of her jeans. This time my fingers plunged inside them, inside her panties, running over the warm globes of her ass. Somehow she had unsnapped the top button, giving me access. My lips left her breasts after I blew over the wet tips, seeing the nipples crinkle as the cool air covered them. I was halfway to my knees, kissing the soft ring of her tummy, my tongue licking inside her navel.

I pulled down, dragging her jeans and panties down her legs. Her hands supported her against the desk top. She lifted herself, allowing me to slide her clothes off her. As soon as they cleared her pointing toes I threw the jeans and her wet white cotton panties to one side. Fully on my knees now, I shrugged out of my own blouse and bra. Angela boosted herself onto the edge of the desk as I tore open my own slacks, getting them and my panties as far down as I could without getting up.

My lips passed over the swell of her mound reaching the full damp bush that marked the junction of her legs. One of her hands remained on my head, urging me towards her pussy. The other disappeared from my sight and feel as she leaned back onto the desk top. I kissed the inside of each thigh, then lifted her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in between her legs.

My tongue dipped right inside her in the first push. She squealed, the noise completely covered by the nearby music. Her ankles crossed, pinning my head delightfully between her full thighs. No skinny teenager was Angela, but a full grown woman. I thrust my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, then withdrew it to lap wildly up and down the open pink slit in front of me.

Angela arched her back, squeezing my head between her legs. Clattering noises managed to reach my ears, which somehow I vaguely recognized as her fumbling in a desk drawer. My fingers were trying to touch every square inch of her full womanly ass even as I licked up the increasing wetness flowing from her pussy into my mouth.

"Sherry, oh God Sherry," Angela gasped. "I saw you, I saw you watching me. I saw you watching my ass. I knew you wanted it, wanted me." I felt her sit up slightly and something was passed under her and pressed into my hand. Even as I recognized it for what it was, I heard her beg me, "Sherry, fuck my ass."

I moved upwards along her slit. My tongue dipped under her hood and began to tease her clit. I took the dildo in one hand and ran the rounded head along where I had just been eating her. A twist of my hand and it sank inside her. I rocked it back and forth to the accompaniment of her cries, wetting it thoroughly. Then I slowly slid it down the line between her pussy and her ass until it reached the puckered dark hole. I felt her hips heave up and her hands pulled her cheeks apart.

I rubbed the head of the dildo in a slow tiny circle against her anal opening, teasing her, even as I lightly tapped her swollen clit with my tongue tip. Her pleas became faster and louder.

"Tell me what you want Angela," I demanded.

"Sherry," she all but wailed, "Fuck ME."

That was all the encouragement I needed. In one long motion I dropped my free hand between my own legs, plunging two fingers inside my own aching pussy even as my thumb rubbed my clit. I took her pulsating nubbin in my lips and sucked it. Finally, one heave of my arm drove the dildo up her ass.

"Holy FUCK," screamed Angela. Her body arched until her shoulders on the desk and her thighs clamped on my shoulders were all that was touching. I thought she was going to smother me with her pussy mashed against my face. I didn't care. I licked and flicked and sucked her clit while I frantically whipped my own. Her cries rose so loudly I was sure we were going to be heard as I drove the dildo in and out of her ass with all the strength my arm could muster.

It couldn't last long. It didn't. I screamed wildly into Angela's pussy as I came. I almost drowned as for the first time in my life another woman actually squirted when she orgasmed. I could taste her woman juices flooding into my mouth and down my throat as I gave one last heave and buried the dildo in her until there was just enough for my fingers to grasp.

Somehow, someway, we managed to crawl together onto the desk. I kissed her weakly and we cuddled. Papers of all kinds, including the inventory results, ended up on the floor. Angela managed to pillow her head on my shoulder.

"Wow." She looked up at me. "When we have our strength back, how about it? Want to take me home and start over again in a bed?"

It took me about 3 seconds to answer. The answer, of course, was "Hell, YES!"

(The End)

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 14 years ago
eh

eh

alwaysupforu2004alwaysupforu2004over 16 years ago
awesome

Loved the build up. Very sexy images. Thanks!

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
Perfect

You put that story together about as well as is possible. Not too fast - not to slow with an excellent overall story. Great job. You actually fooled me some with the dildo. I thought it was going to be either a double headed dildo or a strap-on BUT what you did worked well.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
Lesbian erotica at its best

hot, Hot, HOT!

matriarchmatriarchover 19 years ago
Oh hell.....

I should know better than to read one of your stories while I'm getting ready for work. Now I have to change my underwear. Wonderful as always, sexy as hell, with the underlying humour and reality I love. Another gem. Mat.xx

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