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Subject: Boiling Over Hello all… just a quick one this time, to keep you all ticking over while I work on my longest story to date and deal with the fact that I am very busy with other things too! No rest for the wicked… As ever, kindly don’t be reading any further if you are underage, it is illegal where you are or the whole woman-on-woman thing is likely to offend you. But you knew that already. I always welcome your emails: [email protected] And if you like this, why not visit my ies/shewhowrites ********* Boiling Over by SheWhoWrites Common consensus was that we hated each other. This was convenient, really. The last thing either of us needed was to have anyone reporting the truth back to my girlfriend, or hers. Neither of us had ever admitted it explicitly to the other, but we both knew that we wanted one another. I found myself crossing my legs a little more tightly every time Lauren walked past my office door. The working relationship we had was prickly, to say the least, but for reasons very different to those suspected by our colleagues. I suppose it was inevitable that it would boil over one day, though it wasn’t something I’d planned on. My girlfriend, Amy, was away on business in Geneva, at the time. I don’t know if Lauren knew this, or even if it would have made any difference. As usual I found myself holding my breath when she bursa evi olan escort came into view from my desk, but I really hadn’t anticipated that she would come into my room. That she did, though, carrying a pile of documents. I wondered what they were about, seeing as they must be what had brought her here, and our areas of work were so different that this visit was a first. I realised I was mistaken, however, when Lauren locked my door behind her and gave me a hard stare. I stood up from my chair, and opened my mouth as if to speak, but no words came. Lauren took this as her cue, and strode purposefully towards me, around my desk, and dragged me roughly into her arms. I yielded straight away and we were kissing one another with a passion released. I felt no guilt as her tongue hastily explored the inside of my mouth; I was only too aware that we had been building up to this moment for months. I pushed Lauren back so that she was sitting on the edge of my desk and I started hungrily kissing her neck. She threw her head back and moaned, seemingly calling me closer to her. I could feel her fingers hurriedly working on the button to my trousers, and I was reaching with my lips to any part of her that I could get. Our breathing had become gasping, and I spread her legs with my hands. Lauren succeeded in undoing my trousers, and wasted altıparmak escort no time pushing her hand into my knickers and cupping my now damp pussy with her palm. I struggled not to cry out as she made this first exquisite contact. My hand ran up the inside of her skirt, then her smooth inner thigh, to her own wet sex. No underwear, I noticed! Maybe she’d had this planned. No matter. Lauren was stroking my highly sensitive clit with her fingertips, which was making me part my legs further for her as I started to push my fingers into her slit. Her pussy was slick with her juices, my fingers slid in easily and Lauren let out a low growl as I started to thrust in and out of her. I could feel her walls contracting and relaxing on my hand, mirroring the explosions going on in my pussy as Lauren’s strokes became harder and she, too, slipped a finger into me. I pushed down on her hand and she upped the tempo. By now our movements were becoming increasingly frantic as we rode one another to the climaxes that were coming up within us both. Every time I moved within her it seemed to be amplified by what Lauren was doing to me, and I knew I couldn’t hold off for much longer. I could tell that she was getting close too, I could feel her clamping down on my fingers harder and harder. It was me that gave way first. I screamed silently into Lauren’s shoulder as I came hard on her hand, my whole body spasming. I was struggling to maintain my co-ordination but I must have done enough as within seconds her body was jerking and her nails were digging into my back through my shirt. Losing control, we continued to fuck one another hard as my whole body tightened. I was fighting for breath, not wanting to let go, releasing torrents of cum onto Lauren’s hand. She too was clearly struggling not to scream, while she was pumping ever harder into me. Suddenly I felt myself become highly sensitive and pulled myself back from Lauren as it was more than I could take. My fingers were still inside her though, and she continued to thrust herself down onto them. Determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body I pushed hard into her and with a final gasp she tensed up all over, and then relaxed, panting. I slowly withdrew my sticky fingers from her as she supported herself on my desk with her arms outstretched behind her. It was over, I knew it and so did she. This was as far as it would ever go, and somehow I still didn’t feel as guilty as I knew I should do. I stood there for a minute, neither of us making eye contact with the other, just taking it all in. Then Lauren slid off the desk, straightened out her clothes and her hair, and picked up the documents that had served as her passport into my office in the first place. With not a word passing between us, she walked to the door and unlocked it, before slipping out. No-one in the rest of the office seemed any the wiser. Everyone still thought we hated each other.

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