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It was just after six pm on Christmas Eve and I was nervous yet excited, for almost six months I'd pretended not to look at her as she bustled about the office.
I'd pretended not to look at how her short skirts rode up almost to her bottom when she reached up for a file. I'd revealed nothing when I saw the outline of tiny g-strings beneath her skirts, and I'd pretended not to notice on the occasions when she sat carelessly at her desk facing me and crossed her long legs to reveal the dark band where her stockings ended or the little white vee of her panties.
Sometimes I'd leaned over her shoulder when she'd asked me to check something, I'd breathed in her perfume whilst looking down her dress at the swellings of her tempting young breasts and then I'd gone to the ladies room to bring myself off using my fingers but pretending it was her mouth.
Very occasionally we'd called in at the local pub after work and sat shyly together whilst the others laughed and joked around us, it had taken the atmosphere of the annual office party to bring it out of her, she'd had far too much to drink and she'd asked me why I didn't like her?
"Vicky, Vicky, Vicky," I said as she looked at me seriously. "What on earth gives you that idea?"
"You hardly look at me when you talk to me, you never laugh at my jokes, you never say how nice I look when I dress nicely, you don't like me, I know you don't."
It was probably the amount of champagne and vodka that I'd had, but I used my own handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
"Come into our office Vicky," I said softly. "You can tell me what's wrong in private."
I took a bottle and two glasses and sat her down at my desk while I sat on the desk and poured our drinks.
"Talk to me Vicky," I said as she sipped her drink in between dabbing her eyes.
"I can't Miss," she sobbed, "I can't."
"You can Vicky, it's important to me, but my names Sandra, Sandy to my friends."
She looked up at me and reached a hand out to squeeze mine.
"I'm gay Miss, er... Sandy, ever since I started working here, with you, you've been my idol. You're so bloody cool, you dress perfectly, you don't have a hair out of place, your clothes are always just right, there's never been a hint of a scandal about you, nothing, nothing at all and yet you act as if you don't even know my bloody name!"
"You're name's Victoria, Vicky for short, you're sixteen years old, you came here straight from St Elizabeth's grammar school, you have eight G.C. E'S. You're the best assistant I've ever had and what's wrong is that I'm thirty-seven years old which is twenty-one years older than you are and if I were a bit younger, I'd have taken you to my bed a long time ago."
I let go of her hand and sat there looking into her big blue eyes.
"So now you know Vicky, I'm gay too."
"Oh, Sandra."
She bowed her head and said that she'd offer her resignation to me after the Christmas holidays.
"No Vicky, please don't do that, I want you here helping me, you've got a good future with my company, don't throw it away, please Vicky. And anyway," I smiled and returned the squeeze of her hand, "you're nice to look at."
I touched her under the chin with a fingertip and lifted her face up.
"You're very nice to look at." I touched my lips to hers gently, "Very nice indeed."
It had been intended as just a friendly kiss, but before I realized what was happening, her lips parted, her arms went up around my neck and we were kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth dueling with mine, her breath was sweet, her perfume intoxicating and she was making little whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
"I want to go home with you Sandra," she whispered into my mouth, "And I want you to undress me, I want you to take me to your bed, I want to wake up beside you naked and I want to make love to you again in the morning."
It was madness, I knew it was, she kissed me again as I said yes and took her hand,
"We'll get our coats, Vicky," I said and kissed her again, "and we'll say that you're feeling unwell so I'm taking you home."
"Anything Sandra," she whispered. "Anything at all, I just want to be with you tonight."
We made our excuses and she even acted as if she was under the weather. I grabbed another couple of bottles and led her downstairs to my car, I'd had a few, but it wasn't far too my home, so I risked driving and thankfully we arrived safely.
"Oh Sandra," she said as we took off our coats in the spacious hallway. "This is beautiful."
I poured out two brimming glasses of bubbly and raised mine in a toast.
"To youth and beauty."
She smiled and took a sip before raising her own. "To a beautiful and sexy lady boss."
"I sometimes enjoy a joint Vicky, will you join me?"
"Mmm, yes please." she giggled and came up behind me as I took a joint from a packet in the drawer, a shiver ran through me as I felt her lips on the back of my neck and heard her whisper.
"Let me undress you, Sandra, I want to give you a massage."
I took a long pull off the joint and felt the tensions of another year at work leaving me as I filled my lungs with the aromatic smoke.
"I think I'd like that Vicky."
I turned to face her and asked if she'd ever had a shotgun where one person takes the smoke from another person's mouth.
"No, but it sounds very erotic," she said, her fingers toying with the shoulder straps of my dress as I took another draw, our lips met tenderly and I exhaled the smoke into her mouth.
"Oh my God!" she laughed. "That is so utterly erotic."
We shared the whole cigarette like that and as I stubbed it out, she slipped one strap from my shoulder.
"I want to see you, Sandra," she whispered into my mouth."I've been dreaming about this moment for almost six months now, I've masturbated over you in bed at night, I've even done it in the toilets at the office."
"I'll disappoint you, Vicky," I said as I looked into her eyes. "My breasts are far too big." I was using one arm to hold my dress up, but I made no move to stop her as she slowly took hold of the other strap and eased it off my shoulder.
"Let me be the judge of that Sandra," she breathed, "but I don't think I'll be disappointed."
I let my arms hang down by my sides as my dress dropped to the floor, Vicky took one step back and stared at me, her eyes roaming over my breasts.
"They're beautiful Sandra," she said softly and cupped one in the palm of her hand. "They're absolutely beautiful."
I gasped as she kissed each nipple in turn then ran her tongue all around them and over the tender puckered skin of my areole. I felt them hardening with desire and I reached for her, our mouths mashed together and my own hands became busy unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Unlike me, she wore a bra, a lovely lacy, white thing which did little to hide her pebble-hard nipples, she moaned softly into my mouth as I unhooked it one handed and ran a thumb over her darling little buds.
"What were you saying about a massage Vicky?" I whispered whilst enjoying the feel of her hands on my bottom as we kissed, the wispy little panties I wore matched the lacy suspender belt, but they were already soaked through by my arousal. "And I'm sure you said something about undressing me."
She grinned as she unzipped her own skirt and stepped out of it, she wore stockings too with a lovely white g-string and her grin got wider as I told her she looked stunning in the sexy underwear.
"I've noticed before Vicky that you wear stockings to work."
"I thought you hadn't noticed!"
"How could I not notice?" I laughed,."You're not the only one who masturbated in the ladies room you know."
We took the bottle upstairs and I spread a large fluffy bath towel out on the bed. I felt her lips kissing my bottom as I bent over, then still on her knees, she turned me round and I felt the warmth of her breath through my panties. I moaned softly as she drew them down slowly, tantalizingly slowly, she whispered that my pussy was beautiful and kissed my hairless mound before unfastening each silk stocking in turn and rolling them carefully down over my legs. She kissed my stomach as she reached round to unfasten my suspender belt.
"You smell like an angel Sandy," she said softly as I lay on the towel on my stomach. "And you've got a lovely little bottom."
"Thank you," I smiled and reached into the bedside cabinet for the baby oil, "I suspect that you might have quite an edible little bottom too Vicky."
She giggled and stood beside my face as she unfastened her stockings, took off the sexy little suspender belt and eased the tiny g-string down to the floor.
"As your boss Vicky," I giggled, "I think it my duty to tell you that you have the sort of pussy that I always knew you'd have."
"And what sort is that Sandy?" she whispered as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my buttocks.
"I think the word is edible Vicky," I said softly, "Extremely edible."
I moaned with pleasure as she poured what seemed like a gallon of oil onto my back and began to knead the muscles in my neck, shoulders and back. I was very conscious of her naked sex pressing down onto my bottom, and I started to undulate my hips, pushing myself up to meet her sensuous movements.
Her hands became fists and she worked the stiffness, the tensions and all of the years' frustrations slowly out of my body. I felt her kissing the nape of my neck sensuously, her tongue licking at the beads of sweat that formed there.
Slowly she moved downwards to work at the muscles in my lower back, she pushed, kneaded and pressed. I was in heaven, every single care and worry I'd had over the last twelve months seemed to dissipate under her magical hands. I heard myself purring with pleasure and then I felt the hardness of her nipples brushing my back, and I moaned again as she slid her tongue into my ear.
"I'm going to massage your bottom now Sandy."
"Mmm, yes," I breathed. "You're very, very good Vicky."
Her weight lifted from me and I felt her oily hands caressing the globes of my bottom.
"Would you like a deep massage Sandy?" she whispered as her hands parted my cheeks and an oily fingertip probed gently at my anus."A very deep massage?"
"I'll have you killed if I don't get one Vicky," and I heard her giggle just before a finger slipping into my anus made me climax, I writhed and squirmed quietly beneath her for a few moments, then I forced her fingers away from me and pulled her down to me as I turned over onto my back.
"Thank you, Vicky," I whispered and slid a hand down between us, my fingers found the wetness of her slit and she gasped as I slipped two of them inside her. "Now it's your turn."
Using the fingers in her cunt and my other hand on her back, I pushed her upwards until she was squatting over my face and I could look up into the glistening, pink wetness between her legs. She was forced to use both hands against the wall and as I withdrew the fingers from her slit, I replaced them with my tongue and she screamed!
She shook, trembled and jerked as her orgasm wracked her young body. She couldn't help herself from grinding her cunt down onto my mouth, her juices filled my mouth, and I sucked every last drop of them from her with my hands clutching at her bum cheeks holding her there whilst I feasted.
We followed that with an urgent sixty-nine, slipping and sliding all over the oil-soaked towel, heads between each other's open legs, tongues and fingers searching, finding and probing until we fell asleep in each other's arms.
It seemed forever before I woke up again, I dreamt of when I was in my teens and in love with my boyfriend, we were in bed together, and his prick was prodding gently into my cunt, but then I opened my eyes as the climax hit me, it was Vicky's tongue that was prodding at my sex as well as the finger buried knuckle deep in my anus. I smiled as the tremors left me, but still half asleep and wallowing in pleasure, I reached for her and lost myself in her tender, pussy flavoured kisses.
"My turn now," I whispered and used a hand to gently part her thighs.
"I'm very wet Sandy," she said as I slithered down over her naked body and laid my face against the pink wetness of her sweet little cunt.
"Not wet enough." I teased her and flicked out my tongue to lick slowly and lovingly at the glistening little nub of her clitoris, she gasped with pleasure and used her hands in my hair to keep me there whilst she squirmed against me. I pushed my tongue into her pussy and scooped out her plentiful juices, she moaned when I prodded it against her tiny puckered hole and she climaxed loudly when I forced the hole open and tasted her depths.
"It's Christmas Eve Vicky," I said as we lay together in the warm scented water of my bath.
"Yes," she said sadly, and I wondered if she had anything planned for the following day, I already knew she was an orphan who'd been reared in an orphanage, but I wondered about whatever friends she had,
"Go home and get a few things," I said softly, "I'd love you to spend Christmas here with me."
"Oh I couldn't Sandy." she said and kissed me on the lips, "I'd love to, but I bet you've got loads of friends coming round, loads of parties to go to and everything like that, it's the season for it isn't it?"
"I've got just one invitation Vicky," I whispered, "It's from my parents to visit them on Boxing day and I'd be honored if you'd go with me."
"I'm not refined enough Sandy, I know you're parents are wealthy, I wouldn't fit in."
"You'd fit in perfectly Vicky," I laughed. "They know I'm gay and they accept it, they're always telling me I should meet a nice girl and settle down."
I saw her eyes flicker with excitement at my words.
"But you've not met one yet."
I parted my legs and shuffled forwards so that one leg was on either side of her.
"Come here." I beckoned with a finger and she giggled as she leaned into me.
"I don't know whether or not I've met one yet," I said softly my eyes fixed firmly on hers. "But what I do know is that I want to spend some time with you over Christmas, neither of us has anyone special in our lives, so I'd be really grateful to you if you'd get your pretty little bottom off home and get yourself something nice to wear. I'll give you a company credit card to use if you like and get something sexy as well, something that you think I might enjoy seeing you in."
I moved a hand down between our bodies and she moaned as I inserted two fingers inside her sweet little slit.
"Ooh Sandy, that's beautiful."
"You've got a beautiful cunt, Vicky."
She shuddered and kissed my neck, her lips nibbling my skin and moving up to my earlobe as she squirmed on my fingers.
"I love it when you talk to me like that," she whispered. "It makes me feel really sexy."
"You're sexy anyway," I said and returned her kisses. "Can I see if I can get some more fingers in?"
"Yes," she replied, "Oh fuck yes please, put your whole fist in Sandy, do it darling fist me, fist my fucking hot cunt."
Still, with my fingers pushing at the entrance to her pussy, she got onto the balls of her feet, her arms wrapped around my neck and her mouth nibbling at my ear.
"Talk to me Sandy." she hissed, "Talk dirty to me, make me be your little cunt slut."
She squealed then as my whole hand slipped into her wetness, I was fisting her, and from the rapt expression on her pretty face, she loved it!
"You like it don't you? you love my fist in your cunt?"
"Harder Sandy," she gasped as she clung to me in ecstasy and ground herself down onto my fist as I rammed it upwards, I looked into her eyes, they were alive with excitement and lust. She was gasping for breath and clinging to me as if her life depended on it, I rammed hard and she climaxed with a scream, I felt a flood of warmth over my hand and looked down to where I could see her golden flow gushing out.
"I'm sorry," she managed to gasp out, but she needn't have been, I loved it, it was such a personal, erotic act and I felt myself coming as her own climax slowly died down, she still clung to me though, and I felt her tears on my chest.
"I'm sorry Sandy, I just couldn't help it."
"Vicky, Vicky, Vicky." I held her tightly and kissed her eyes and cheeks.
"It was beautiful darling, really it was."
She looked at me as I made her stand up and then very slowly and very lovingly, I ran my tongue in between the dripping lips of her pussy, I tasted the little droplets that still decorated her pink inner flesh and I pushed my tongue against her urethra where her offering came from.
"Oh, Sandy." I heard her whisper and she allowed a few more drops to trickle out into my mouth.
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"Consider it a gift from an older woman to a very pretty and astonishingly sexy young lady."
She looked at the ring on her finger and shook her head.
"I can't take it, Sandy, I'm sorry but I can't, it's an engagement ring isn't it?"
"Yes." I laughed and squeezed her hand. "I suppose it is, but you can wear it as a dress ring, please accept it, Vicky, please my darling."
She seemed to consider it for an age before nodding her head and smiling at me. "I'll never take it off Sandy, thank you."
She'd arrived at my house about ten minutes earlier and as I watched climbing out of the taxi, I'd felt a lump in my throat. She was in a thick, brown coat but under it, I could see the beautiful, white evening gown we'd bought for her just a few hours ago. It fit her like a glove, clinging delightfully to her curves, accentuated the swelling of her sexy little bottom and her beautiful, firm young breasts, but the little minx had insisted that I bought an identical one for myself along with identical, white and very wispy underwear.
"Vicky!" I laughed, "We might get our panties mixed up."
"Ooh yes," she said softly and put her lips to my ear. "That would mean your juices would be next to my pussy Sandy."
We spent about five hours shopping and giggling, it was a lovely afternoon and now that she was here with her overnight bag, I intended it to be a beautiful Christmas holiday!
"You look absolutely gorgeous Sandy," she said as I helped her off with her coat,
"Well, that makes two of us Vicky." I said and kissed her lips fleetingly, "Come here, I've got something to show you."
The something was a very expensive camera with a delayed action timer that I set as she watched for ten-second intervals.
Side by side looking at the camera, looking at each other, laughing, touching lips tenderly, holding hands, embracing, giggling and any other way that you could imagine, we posed until the whole thirty-six exposures had been used, then she delved into her handbag and took out a tiny little box.
"I bought this for you, Sandy," she said shyly, "It's nowhere near as nice as the one you bought, but I want you to have it."
It was my turn then to wipe a tear away as she slipped it on my finger and kissed me.
"There," she said proudly, "we're engaged now."
"Oh, Vicky." I said and hugged her, "It's very beautiful, but if you want us to be engaged, we have to celebrate with a drink."
"Oh yes of course," she giggled. "In or out?"
"Out," I laughed. "I want to show you off, to my friends."
Half an hour later, the taxi dropped us off outside a very discreet house in Belgravia, only a brass plaque on the wall announced it as "The Retreat."
I'd explained to her in the cab, that it was a very exclusive club for ladies only.
"There are no sexy strippers or blatant displays of Sapphic lust," I explained. "There's a nice little bar and tonight being Christmas Eve, there'll be a small buffet, it's just a place where ladies like us can go and enjoy the company of other ladies, oh I nearly forgot, there are private booths where we can have a table dancer or a lap dancer to entertain us."
"Sounds like fun," she said dryly and then giggled as she laid a hand on my thigh, "Can we have a table dancer?"
"You can have anything you want Vicky," I said softly. "For as long as you want it."
Leaning closer to me, she traced the shape of a suspender button through my dress and flicked a tongue into my ear.
"I want you, Sandy," and then added very softly, "forever."
"Sandra!" the large woman greeted me in her usual fashion, by throwing her arms around me and crushing me to her massively huge breasts, "You look gorgeous darling."
"Hello, Goldie." I laughed and patted her large fleshy bottom, "I've brought a young friend."
She greeted Vicky in exactly the same way and winked at me.
"You're beautiful darling, here let me take your coats."
I felt very proud as Vicky slipped her arm through mine and we walked through into the small, discreetly lit bar, where the barmaid greeted me with a sweet smile and two glasses of my usual ice-cold champagne, friends greeted me and smiled at Vicky, some enviously, but without fail every one of them told her how gorgeous she was.
A trio played soft music on the tiny stage and we danced together. I breathed in the aroma of her perfume and the more subtle odour of her feminine arousal, we kissed many times and caressed each other, I was falling in love!
The table dancer was named Tara and she claimed to be nineteen. I had my doubts though and put her age at nearer to seventeen. She was a lovely little dark haired girl with a body to die for. I kept glancing at Vicky as she sat back in rapt fascination as Tara gyrated obscenely in front of us. She held both breasts up to her mouth and kissed each nipple, she stroked her pussy through her panties and then invited Vicky to take them off her, my darling shook her head and smiled her refusal saying.
"There is only one pair I want to take off tonight," she said softly and squeezed my hand as Tara left the tiny booth.
"I'm very wet Sandy," she whispered, "Very wet and very horny. I'd love to go home with you and drink champagne before we go to bed, this is a beautiful little club, but I feel as though I'm sharing you with these other people and I don't want to share you, I don't want to share you at all."
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