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Samantha Green






“Hey, Baby.” My boyfriend Raymond greeted me as I walked in the house.

“Hey, Boo.” We shared a quick kiss. I made the kiss brief so Raymond wouldn’t suspect anything.

He gave me a hug. “How was work? ”

“Another long, boring evening. I feel like getting in the tub and going to bed.” I made a move to get around him and headed to the stairs.

Raymond called, “Hey, Karen? ”

“Huh? ” I turned around.

“How’d you get red lipstick on your shirt? ”

I looked down.

“No, on your collar, ” Raymond continued. “How’d you get lipstick on your collar? ”

My mind reflected on the past couple of hours.

 

Being editorial director for a weekly magazine was wonderful; except when big stories hit and the magazine had already been designed. I loved the work. I began Eminence when I was sixteen. What had started as a pastime of interviewing the local celebrities and pastors had blown up into a publication the likes of Vogue. Simply put, I was huge. I was also organized so when big stories hit, though amusing, they were also annoying because I had to reorganize the entire magazine. It was a welcome challenge every time.

I was sitting at my desk, looking over what would become the finished magazine, but something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on the problem, and that was aggravating me even more.

There was a knock on my door. “Come in, ” I said, barely raising my head.

“You still at it? ” Sasha, my administrative assistant, asked.

“Yeah, I need to take this to the printer first thing in the morning, and I want to be through with this tonight.”

“What’s wrong with it? ”

“I’m not sure, but something is wrong with it; I guarantee you. I can feel it.” I finally looked up. “Oh, you didn’t have to bring me anything to drink, ” I said, referring to the cup of black tea in her hand.

“You definitely needed it.”

I took a sip, then set the tea on my desk. “Thank you. It’s delicious, as always.”

When she didn’t make an effort to leave the office, I asked, “Is there something else? ”

“No, ma’am. I just wondered if you wanted me to look at it.”

“Yes, it would be nice having someone else to look over this, since my eyes aren’t working correctly.”

She laughed and took a seat across from me.

“You should really be on this side of the desk to get the full effect.”

A smile crossed her face as she pulled the chair to my side of my desk and took a seat. She looked over the magazine articles laid out and asked, “Is this the order you have them in now? ”

“Yes, and I don’t like it.”

“I see why. How about if you…” She rearranged two articles completely, looked at her work, and then moved three more. “Do this? How’s that? ”

I looked down at her work. “I like it better than my original thoughts, but…”

“Something still feels wrong, huh? ”

She reached across me again and began shifting articles. As she reached over me, her breasts touched my arm. I tried to ignore it, but as she kept reaching, the breast grazing continued. Either Sasha didn’t notice or she didn’t care.

“Okay, how about now? ”

I looked at her work again. “Wait, I can work with this.” I grabbed an article that Sasha had placed at the end of the magazine and set it down. “If this is moved right here…”

“Oh, I see. Then it flows better with this one. And this one can go next.”

Sasha and I spent the next fifteen minutes arranging and rearranging articles until the magazine had both of our stamps of approval. I tried not to notice her perfectly shaped breasts, but that was not an easy task. See, I’d never looked at Sasha in a sexual way at all. I’d never looked at any woman like that, but especially Sasha. She was always looked at as my administrative assistant. But it was after hours, and she wasn’t as primped as she’d been that morning. Her hair was not as put together as it had been and her clothes were not as straight. She looked different; sexy.

The expression on her face indicated that I hadn’t answered a question that she’d apparently asked. “Yes? ”

“I asked if we were done.”

“Yes.” I put the finished magazine in a case for the printer and began straightening up my desk. “Thank you for staying later than usual.”

“It was no problem, Ms. Jameson. I enjoyed being on that side of the desk for a change.”

“None of that Ms. Jameson stuff. Call me Karen.”

“Okay, Karen.” She moved her chair back in place and looked at me.

“What is it, Sasha? ”

“Nothing. Well, it’s just, you are beautiful.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

She walked back around my desk and stood in front of me. “No, I mean really beautiful. I know you have a boyfriend but, Karen, are you into women? ”

“I’ve found women attractive for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never been intimate with a woman, no.”

“I’m a blunt woman, Karen. I’ve watched you since I’ve worked for you, and I’ve always found you attractive. You have the most gorgeous lips I’ve ever seen and I sit at my desk imagining those lips kissing me.” She began taking steps toward me. “Just let me know if you don’t want me to touch you, and I’ll back off.”

A small part of me wanted to refuse her, but my mouth would not form the words. Rather than push her away, I let her lips caress mine. She grabbed me around my waist and pulled me toward her. I had my first kiss at the age of fourteen and the kisses that I’d shared with men since then had nothing on the way Sasha’s mouth was on mine. Her tongue relentlessly mated with mine. Her mouth left mine and I nearly whimpered until I felt her nibbling behind my right ear and my neck. I was certain she had no idea how much she was arousing me with just her mouth; or maybe she did. She moved one of her arms from around my waist to under my skirt.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ” she said as her hand went higher under my skirt.

“I can’t. Don’t stop.”

“Sit down for me, Karen.”

I sat down in my chair. Sasha dropped to her knees in front of me. It had been warm that day so I had no stockings on. Sasha reached under my skirt and removed my blue thong. Her fingers worked their way across my mound. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers in me and began moving them back and forth. She boldly stared me straight in my eyes as she worked me to my first orgasm, and then she pulled her fingers out of me and licked them one by one.

“Lift those hips for me, Karen.”

I did as she said and she removed my skirt. She then took off my blouse and bra. My jacket had been taken off when I began working hard on the magazine. I sat in front of Sasha, as naked as the day I was born and without a care in the world. She reached out and touched my left breast with one hand while the other one grabbed my right breast. “Your breasts are gorgeous.”

“I would say the same, but I can’t see yours.”

“I can fix that.”

Sasha pulled off her black blouse and bra. I reached out and nervously touched her breasts. As she leaned forward, she took her skirt off. I was shocked to see that she didn’t have on any panties.

“I don’t like them, ” she said as my eyes widened. “They tend to get in the way.”

I gazed at Sasha’s bare breasts and licked my lips. I pulled her closer to me and grabbed a nipple with my teeth. Sasha sucked in a deep breath as I licked her left breast. I caressed her right breast with my hand, then put my tongue on that nipple.

“Damn, Karen, are you sure you’ve never done this before? ”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Sasha straddled me. When her pussy grazed my thigh, she left some of her feminine juices. I wiped it off with my hand and licked it. She tasted nothing like peaches or strawberries, but she did taste sweet.

Sasha said, “Here, I want you to penetrate me.”

“With what? ” I softly laughed.

She placed three fingers inside me and said, “With those.”

I slowly placed three fingers inside of her.

“Oooh, like that Karen. Now, just do to me what you, umm, do to yourself.”

I began moving my fingers as Sasha did the same. We caught a rhythm quickly. I could tell when Sasha was about to cum because she started moving quickly. I pulled her close to me.

“I’ve got you, ” I said.

She came, then brought me to another climax soon after.

She rested her head on my shoulder. She kissed me and caressed my breasts. I rose up and bumped my pussy into hers.

Sasha giggled. “Yeah, we bumped coochies.”

I laughed. Sasha stood up.

I rose and stretched. Noticing that at some point we’d knocked over my jar of paper clips, I leaned over my desk to pick them up. I felt a gentle pressure on my back as Sasha pushed me forward. I heard the squeak as she sat in my chair. She scooted up right behind me. I felt her hands run up my thighs. She put her hands around my waist and arched my back. I felt her put a finger in my ass as her tongue found my pussy. The pleasure I had from her tongue action and the rhythm of her finger caused me to cum quickly. I fell forward.

After resting a little more, I stood up. Unfortunately, it was time to leave. I straightened my desk and started putting on my clothes. I glanced over at Sasha, who was staring intently at me.

I was the first to speak. “I wish I could stay with you, but…”

“I know, you have a man.” I began buttoning my shirt. “But tell me this.” Sasha walked to me and fixed the collar on my blouse. “Has he ever made you cum as hard as you did with me? ” She placed a series of small kisses along my neck.

“No, he never has.”

Sasha looked me in my eyes. “We could be so good together.”

“If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

We shared a hug and a final kiss before parting ways.

As I drove home, I thought of what I’d told Sasha. My boyfriend had never made me cum as hard or as many times as she had. Shit, many times I found myself handling my own needs long after he went to sleep. If tonight was any indication, I would never have to worry about that with Sasha.

 

I looked at Raymond. “I went to visit Mom earlier today. That must’ve happened when she hugged me.”

“Oh, okay.” He easily accepted my answer.

I made my way to our master bathroom and started the water. I was about to put the gel beads in the water when Raymond walked through the door.

“Baby, I know you’re tired, but your assistant Sasha is on the phone. She said you dropped a page out of the magazine you need to take to the printer tomorrow.”

“Shit.”

“She said she’s waiting for you at the office.”

“Damn, okay, Raymond. I’m going back to the office. Since it fell out, it might take us a while to put it back in place and make sure we have the perfect order.”

“My baby, the workaholic.”

I gave Raymond a kiss. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I practically ran out the door; trying to get back to Sasha.

 


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