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So, that's how Erin got me back. She's never told me who the women were or how many there were. I've guessed who a few may be, two girlfriends from her office, an old college friend but she won't tell me for sure. I've asked if one was my sister, Deb, but she just smiles and rolls her eyes. I think there were at least four, probably five, maybe six. There were hands just all over me, that I'll never forget.
I keep hoping for a next time.
The End.
Secretary Sammy
"I'll be heading home in a few minutes dear, Samantha's just finishing up a few things around here," Darren Baxter told his wife.
"Honestly dear, I know Samantha is a very efficient secretary and always has your back, but she's such a drudge," His wife sighed. "You couldn't manage to hire someone more attractive to man the front desk? She dresses like a 1960's schoolteacher or a librarian."
"Now dear," He chided her. "You just said it yourself; I never have to worry about anything with Samantha around. I couldn't run things around here without her and the customers love her – she knows all of our regulars by name and can place all of their orders in minutes," Darren told her. "Baxter Fabrics wouldn't be where it is today if it weren't for Sammy, she's a gem."
"All right dear, you're probably right, safe trip home," She responded. "I won't be here when you get home, it's my Bridge night, remember? I've left you a chicken dinner, it's in the fridge, all you need do is warm it up."
"Thanks sweetheart, have a nice time," Darren said as he hung up the phone. Samantha was doing a few last-minute things on the computer, checking inventory and updating files. He said good night and left for the day.
Samantha was just shutting down the computer and about to go home herself when the phone rang. "Baxter Fabrics," She answered in her most courteous, professional manner.
"Has he gone home?"
A sweet smile crossed her face. If Darren's wife had seen her now, she already looked less like a drudge. "Yes, he went home about 10 minutes ago," She told the caller.
"He's such a slave to routine, how do you stand it?" The caller asked Samantha.
"Now, now, if he wasn't so precise, things wouldn't have happened the way they did," Samantha answered. "We both know he's a lamb and he treats me like gold."
"I'm on my way over," The caller told Samantha. ""Will you stay and wait for me?"
Samantha chuckled. "We both know the answer to that one, don't we?"
Samantha felt her spirits lift. Nights like these got her through the weeks, the dull routine, living at home with her parents under their ever-watchful eyes. She was 24 and ought to have been on her own, but rents were so expensive and she wanted to live in a nice, spacious apartment. Next year, she would have her own place and an entirely different Samantha would be revealed to the world. For now, the only thing that she could do was simply bide her time.
She waited at the office door and smiled brightly when Dominique walked in. Tall, regal, imperial and every bit as beautiful as the day she had been when they first met. She walked towards the 39-year old blonde and they kissed. It was far from the kiss of friends, it was the kiss of lovers who craved each other's bodies, craved intimate human contact.
"I've missed you," Dominique smiled as she removed her wide-brimmed hat. As always, her pale blue eyes danced with merriment.
"Silly, it hasn't even been a week since we last saw each other," Samantha smiled as she took off her horn-rimmed glasses. Already, she was taking on a different look, one that was softer and more feminine.
"It's been too long without feeling your touch, my sweet darling," Dominique purred, stretching out on the large sofa in Darren Baxter's private office. "One of the few things that make my life bearable is the time I spend with you."
"Flatterer," Samantha smiled as she sat down beside her lover. "I'm still so glad you approached me at that party and that you were bold enough to ask me."
"I knew," Dominique said, touching Samantha's cheek. "I knew that under those dull clothes that you were hot and spicy, that you were a naughty girl hiding from the rest of the world. No one else could see it, but I could – it was in your eyes." She kissed Samantha again and they melted easily into each other's arms. Their lips parted and Dominique let out a breathy little sigh. "Will you please get out of those frumpy clothes, I want to see what you have on underne
ath."
Dominique knew from time spent together that her lover would not disappoint. The exterior was to keep the wolves at bay and for the most part, it worked. Some men saw through the austere facade and they were gently rebuffed. No one suspected the truly kinky little slut that lured beneath the thin veneer of respectability. The same was true of Dominique, although she was flashy and married to a wealthy man, there were dark, perverse, hidden desires that she dared not voice. Not until Samantha entered her life.
Samantha's plain, checkered skirt had already dropped to the floor and as Dominique knew she would be, the younger woman was wearing stockings held up by real garter belts. The 5'7" blonde had lovely legs which she kept covered up most of the time in calf-length skirts or business suits. A few inches taller and Samantha could easily have modeled. "I don't think I could have resisted the temptation of all those sexy women," Sammy confessed to Dominique one warm, lazy afternoon in bed.
She let her hair down and the drab updo tumbled into streaked, sexy waves of gold and brown. Her eyes now looked at Dominique with undisguised hunger, daring her lover to give as good as she got.
Dominique was, as ever, up for the challenge. She got out of her designer dress, laughing as she tossed it nonchalantly to the floor. Her lingerie matched her dress, designer, high quality and slinky as all get-out. Black patterned stockings and stiletto heels polished to a gleaming shine completed the ensemble. She pushed the delectable secretary on to her back and got on top of her, two gorgeous pair of tits mashing together.
"I'm going to fuck you raw, my little dyke slut," Dominique purred.
"Big talk and talk is cheap," Samantha challenged her. "Let's see you do it, actions speak louder than words."
