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The following story is an original piece of fiction. Any similarities between these characters and persons in real life are purely coincidental.  This work of fiction is copyright (c) TZ.

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This story is rated NC-17 for sexual situations and language.

This story contains descriptions of a masturbatory fantasy of one woman for another woman.  This story is intended for a mature audience with an open mind.  If it is illegal for you to read this story for any reason at all, please close this web page and find something that is legal for you to read.

Read at your own risk.  The following story has depictions of fetishism, more specifically, fisting. Please do not read if this is not to your liking.

 

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Workday Interlude

by TZ
Copyright November 2001


It would have been easier to deal with it if the day had been a busy one, but it wasn't, and she invaded my thoughts constantly. She was a new colleague at work, an assistant something or other that meant power suits and cocktails over lunch with boring clients. I probably would not have noticed her at work on any given day except that I had also had run into her at the local lesbian bar on an off-night.

Whereas she was stiff and cold in her suits in the office, at the bar she was breathtaking in leather and silk, exuding an aura of confidence and predatory sexuality. I probably would have avoided her or even walked out of the bar when I first saw her walk in, but her lanky legs and intense blue eyes trapped me where I sat at the bar. I had been talking to the bartender, as it was early and she had enough time to carry on a conversation.

My eyes connected with hers and her lips curled up into a small smirk. I knew that I'd been caught. My preference, a secret guarded carefully at work, was now out of the closet. I watched her intently as the bartender went over to her to get her drink order. She was average in height, with shockingly blonde hair and those eyes that could win a client with their determined will. With a last knowing glance in my direction, she left the bar and found a table in the corner.

That night was a measure of pure torture as I found myself drawn to watching her with even more frequency as the evening wore on. She sat by herself, casually and almost insolently at her dark table, as if measuring each woman with calculated interest. She left alone around midnight, perhaps not finding any of the locals that night worth a toss in the sheets.

That following Monday I dreaded seeing her in the office, afraid that she might out me before everyone. Even in this time of gay-rights progress, I was still afraid of losing my job. I caught only a glimpse of her, though, as she was walking into a board room, a sultry flame of ice standing out among so many drab men in dark, tailored suits.

She caught me staring at her and again, I was on the receiving end of that smirk. I blushed and mentally shook myself. It was the first time that I would find myself staring blankly at nothing while my mind pictured her hovering over me with those eyes of hers shooting blue sparks, dominating and mastering my body to her will.

As the morning dragged on, I kept looking for something and anything to keep me busy, but for my part of the moneymaking process, things were slow. I was gradually becoming a body of raw nerves as her eyes invaded my mind and sent my thoughts drifting into a pornographic realm. At one point, I'd caught myself with my hand wandering discreetly between my legs as I stared at a promotional campaign poster on the wall. By lunchtime, I was incredibly aroused and quite positive that I had soaked through my panties to my dark cotton slacks.

I knew that I couldn't go on for the rest of the day like that. I had to do something to relieve the tension that had built up in my body. It was either that, or go insane with lust before quitting time. And so, as I marked my time sheet at noon for my lunch hour, I quickly made my way through the office building to the adjacent parking garage. My hands shook as I unlocked my car door. Once inside, I locked the door and rested my head against the steering wheel. As I thought of where I could go, my hand started by itself.

Moaning as I cupped my aching pussy through my slacks, I quickly glanced up to make sure that I had a modicum of privacy. There was very little activity at all with the exception of one woman that looked to be in a hurry to get something done on her off time. The executive level was two below the one where I parked, where people came and went constantly throughout the day. Most of the people that did the grunt work like me stayed to take their breaks at the company cafeteria. I was alone, at least for the moment, and I took advantage of it, unable to wait until I could find a more secluded spot.

Before I could decide the wisdom of it, my trembling fingers were unzipping my slacks. I sighed raggedly as they slipped inside and breached the barrier of my wet panties, sliding under the waistband. I was as wet as I had imagined, and I spent a moment, privately thrilled that my body was so passionate. And then I remembered who it was that had started this fire within me. I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured her piercing eyes and her sensuous lips. I cursed when my clit jumped under my fingers and I knew that I needed more to satisfy my need.

Pulling my hand from my pants, I grabbed for a fast-food napkin on the seat next to me and dried my fingers. Clumsily, I removed my jacket and placed it over my lap. With another look around the deserted garage, I reached under the jacket and undid my pants, pulling them down to my knees in my greediness to plunge two fingers deep inside of myself. As I fucked myself with my left hand, my right began a wild dance on my clit and I was soon grinding in rhythm with their motions. And still, it wasn't enough.

I inclined my seat and closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to reach my orgasm. Spreading my legs as far as I could, I inserted another finger into my soaked pussy. I opened for it easily and after a few thrusts, could feel myself widening for more. Sweat began to bead on my forehead and upper lip as I tucked my pinky and carefully impaled myself on four fingers. The leather seat under me was becoming slick with my juices, making it easy for me to rock back and forth on my hand.

As I masturbated like that, my dancing fingers never giving up their rhythm on my clit, my left hand thrusting faster with every passing second, a vision of her popped into my fantasy. She was kneeling over my naked body, her hand replaced my own as she finger-fucked me. Her eyes burned into mine and her delicious mouth uttered of obscene pleasures found between my legs. My pussy loved her vulgar talk and sucked at her fingers, begging for more.

She leaned over me and her sharp teeth bit at my nipples, one each in turn. She was working her hand slowly, stretching me wide. I only knew of that vaguely, though, as I was caught up in the inferno that was slowly disintegrating my body from the inside out. I was brought out of my thoughts of incineration by her voice purring in my ear.

"I knew when I first saw you that you needed to be fucked like this," she said in a whisper that ended with a growl. "You needed a woman that knows how to fill up that hungry cunt of yours."

I didn't understand the inflection of her tone, but she was right about me being filled. I'd never before felt so full, and the second that her hand began to move inside of me, I knew that I was being fucked in a way that I'd never experienced before. With some confusion, I lifted myself to look between my legs. All I could see was her wrist as the rest of her hand was inside of me, slowly thrusting and stroking. I lay back with a groan and shuddered as the reality hit me. I didn't think of myself as a woman turned on by fisting, but I was turned on by her and true to her word, she knew how to do it.

The slow burn that had begun deep in my belly was fanned even higher when she lowered her mouth to enter the play. Her tongue circled and pressed against my clit, flicking and rubbing it until my own fingers were buried deep in her blonde hair and my hips were rocking wildly. I spiraled so high that I was unable to breathe or think, but as I reached that glorious climax, I screamed out her name.

When I came to, I was alone in my car, as I had been the entire time. I saw that the jacket that had been hiding my secret pleasures was now askew, as I had thrashed so much in my orgasm. I withdrew my hands from between my legs and wiped them on the napkin before straightening the jacket for enough privacy to redo my pants. Once I was presentable, though slightly more wrinkled than before, I fixed my seat and unlocked my door. For a few minutes, I caught my breath and closed my eyes to let the fantasy linger for a while longer. Once I had my wits about me, I stepped out of the car and slowly slipped on my jacket. I smiled as a twinge between my legs reminded me of how unbelievably daring I'd been with my licentious interlude.

I licked my lips as I walked through the garage back to the office. On my way through the maze of corridors, I stopped in the ladies' restroom to wash the evidence of my self-pleasuring from my hands. I nearly stumbled in shock as I saw the erotic object of my fantasy casually fixing her hair in front of the mirror. Heat stole up high on my cheeks as I cleared my throat and forced my legs to carry me to the sink. The faster that I washed my hands, the sooner I could forget about what I'd imagined. Quickly, I strode over to the sink and reached for the faucet, but her cool voice abruptly stilled my movement.

"You're back early."

In the time that it took me to foolishly look at my watch and realize that I still had fifteen minutes to go before I was due back at my desk, she had turned to me and captured my left hand. I wanted to tear away from her, but I was caught still, drawn my her mesmerizing gaze. I could only stare entranced as she raised my hand to her mouth and drew my index finger deep inside. Her tongue swirled around it and her teeth scraped its length as she withdrew it to nibble on the tip.

"I like how you scream my name," she purred, "but I promise you'll do it better when I make it real."

She released me then and resumed her icy manner. When she reached the door, I turned and braced myself on the sink. My hands clenched the cold porcelain and I fought to control my breathing. I looked up to see if I looked as unglued as I felt. I found myself staring into her eyes reflected back to me in the mirror.

"I'll see you at the bar Friday night," she promised with her usual smirk before leaving me to find my shattered composure.

Remembering why I had gone into the bathroom in the first place, I turned on the cold water and began to wash my hands. With a mixture of annoyance and desire, I noticed that the maddening trickle between my legs had begun anew.

 

The End


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