CEO Sex 2f's from work 1st lesbian sex story

Seanna McCaffrey is the president and CEO of, a very successful, small business that she brought from the brink of disaster to its present thriving condition.

Though she is slender and light boned, her body is soft with curves. Her small, waist accentuates the firm roundness of her hips. She wears her carrot colored hair fairly short, and dresses in grey tailored business suits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. She has eyes. But, as you might guess, under this private exterior beats a passionate heart. Although she appears to be in her early twenties, she will celebrate her thirtieth birthday this coming November.

She discovers Alexandra "Sandy" Marlin. At 26, she had worked her way "up the corporate ladder" to a minor management position entirely on her ability. Seanna promotes her to Administrative Assistant to the CEO. Sandy is an untiring worker and a top business analyst. She produces the neatest, most complete reports of anyone Seanna has ever known.

Sandy is of outstanding looks. Her straight, long brown hair frames her pixie face and she has large deep blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Seanna, going in for earth colored skirt suits with pastel blouses. She loves to wear sexy shoes on her small, well formed feet.

Sandy has large, well proportioned breasts. Though she is self conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon clad "stems" as she climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist in a very eye pleasing way, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking lot.

She is subject to worry, and her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown. Somehow this awakens a protective urge in Seanna, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to this woman. For her own part, Sandy thinks the world of Seanna. She wonders at how she always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the sister she didn't have.

Two months ago, Seanna invited Sandy to a restaurant for dinner after work. The two women began to lose the "edge" of employer employee relationships, and to become friends. They have been out to dinner together several times since.

After their last dinner, Seanna suggested they go to her apartment, where they could be more comfortable. Sandy agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and were greeted by the doorman.

"Hullo, Ms. McCaffrey. Fine ev'nin." He said, as he pressed the elevator button.

"Hello, Matt."

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Seanna's large, but not ostentatious apartment. Sandy looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and said, "I love your place."

"Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?"

"Yes."

Sandy was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that only slightly veiled her well filled bra.

"Well, go ahead," Seanna invited her as she put away Sandy's jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home."

Seanna crossed the room, tuned the stereo to soft music, and began making the drinks while Sandy looked around. The older woman brought up two glasses as the brunette peeked through the open bedroom door.

"Here y'are. Cheers."

"Um. Good. Oh what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Seanna."

"Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss? We're friends."

"Sure, Seanna."

"Tell me some more about yourself, Sandy. Do you have brothers or sisters?"

"No, and I always wanted a sister. My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I."

"That must have been difficult."

"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any "me against them," or anything. They even saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to business college. How about you, Seanna? Do you have a sister ?"

"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl talk to.

"We were a strict family, and there wasn't much talk about the things I wanted to know mainly boys then. My brothers weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me."

The younger woman drained her glass.

"Another?"

"Uh, yes, thanks."

The redhead got up and walked to Seanna.

"Seanna?"

"Yes?"

"Let's be sisters."

"What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other."

"Yes. And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk about and do as kids."

"We should celebrate. "

They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new "sisterhood".

"But no favors at work," Sandy said after a moment. "I want no mistake, I'm gonna make it on my own."

"Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me better."

They sipped a while in silence.

A warm cozy feeling was creeping up Sandy's insides. To herself Sandy thought, "I never was attracted to another woman before. Should I tell her?"

"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the brunette whispered, as the redhead refilled the glasses.

"What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think so, too. I've watched them look at you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet."

"Do you have a man in your life now, Sandy?" Seanna asked.

"No, not right now. You?"

"Nobody special.

"Seanna? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another woman?"

"Wrong? No, of course not."

"Would that make her a lesbian?"

"No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule." Seanna replied, "Why?"

"Oh er, nothing. Excuse me. I need the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway closed the door, removed her skirt and sat on the edge of the tub. Her inner warmth was very strong.

"No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and gently touched her love button through her panties.

Meanwhile, Seanna wondered about Sandy's question, and at her own attraction to the voluptuous brunette. She got up and found some pretzels, poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them.

Sandy's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her now swollen nether lips hungry. She spread her thighs, her love bud straightening in its nest. Her fingers played in the medium brown patch of gently curled hair which barely covered her pussy lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out, her frilly inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and the little hot wad moved up and down in the caressing nest. Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward. She kicked the white cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her inner needs. She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to console her agonized need. Then she began to walk them around inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and warm lightnings in her belly.

"She's been gone a long while," Seanna mused, finishing her glass. "I wonder if she's all right." She chuckled aloud.

Sandy's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her little moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a third finger into play. She pushed at her inner softness, her other hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her erect button. Shocking heat speared through her.

"I better see if she's okay." Seanna got up and walked to the closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within.

"Sandy?"

No answer.

Sandy's mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing from side to side, her three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast.

Now Seanna really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the door.

"Oh! Excuse... Oh." Embarrassed at having barged in, but fascinated by the scene she was witnessing, Seanna stood a moment in the doorway. Sandy turned three shades of purple, returning to the world, and began to cover herself.

"Oh sweetie, don't stop. Finish what you started."

Sandy's hands really didn't want to leave their work, and after a moment resumed their work. Seanna watched, her own fires warming. She softly entered the room, and sat next to Sandy.

"Oh yes. Oh is that good? Mmm." Her hands went to Sandy's face, pushing back a strand of hair.

Sandy had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot flesh of the front wall of her canal.

Seanna leaned forward a bit, until her lips just brushed Sandy's. Her tongue darted out, just whisking against Sandy's darting tongue.

Seanna found the buttons up the back of Sandy's sheer blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the brunette's shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the front snap of her bra and undid it quickly. The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from the brunette's shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Sandy's full breasts were capped by little berries that had puckered up hard with her excitement. Seanna's hands went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently.

"How big your breasts are! And look how your nipples pucker." She bent and darted her tongue over them.

Sandy's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.

The redhead leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard tip of Sandy's nipple, while her hand joined Sandy's own. At first exploring, then massaging Sandy's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the little wad, watching Sandy's face.

"Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!"

"Cum Sandy,. Oh yes, cum. You look so pretty when your cumming!"

Sandy reached the heights. She tottered a moment, delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong. Lightnings and sparks went off in her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half out of her body.

"OOOOOOOOHHH."

Skillfully playing the rhythm of Sandy's spasms, Seanna gently stroked her trigger, extending the awesome throes of Sandy's pleasure.

Slowly, the aftershocks eased, settling into a warm fuzzy glow. Seanna was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had heated, her blue lace panties were drenched.

"Kiss me again," Sandy murmured.

Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking the corners of her mouth. Sandy's tongue answered. The brunette's hands went out to Seanna's body.

Suddenly, she broke away. "Seanna, I'm scared and I'm embarrassed. I... I've never... er,..."

The redhead replied, "Neither have I, sweet Sandy. I've never even considered it before. Relax. We're good friends, remember?"

"You always seem to know things," Sandy remarked, nodding.

"Come on, let's not stay in here."

They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Sandy's bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips. Seanna smiled at Sandy. "I'm hot, too, now," she said softly. She picked up her glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the full chested brunette.

Sandy watched wide eyed as the redhead began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused as well as her inner fires, which rekindled at the sight.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Seanna's blouse. "I bet your breasts are beautiful."

"Not like yours."

The brunette stopped at her words. "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she thought.

"Go ahead. Please. I want you to," the redhead whispered.

Sandy slowly and gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under the belt, drawing the blouse open like curtains, unveiling the shapely fleshy mounds beneath. Seanna was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were well shaped and full, firm and set high.

"Oh! They ARE beautiful!" Her chest, like her face, was beautiful.

On sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the hardening pink tips. Seanna's nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She has been known to "get off" just on these. The sensation sent chills down her spine, and little sparks of heat in her belly.

Seanna removed the blouse and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Sandy broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the redheads lips.

Sandy's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down her neck and fastened her mouth around the full pinkness, flicking the tip of her tongue over the ripening raisins.

Seanna's moaning grew.

"Come, Sandy." She said, after a while. Getting up, she took Sandy's hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothes. Under the business suit, she had worn very feminine lace underwear in Blue, a color that accented her hair and milk white skin.

In fact, sometimes, she will go without underwear, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secrecy and the "naughtiness" of it.

When she had removed the clinging material, Sandy saw that her "bush" was full, a tangle of color slightly deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond shaped, with a thin spear of color projecting three quarters the way to her navel. Her legs were well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were a delight to behold, and, as she bent to remove her stockings, the brunette glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly veil.

Sandy giggled slightly and removed her skirt and stockings. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed.

Sandy bounced onto the big bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Sandy giggled again as Seanna joined her. She put her arms around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the redheads.

Seanna began to stroke Sandy's back, running her hands up and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the brunette back down to the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks.

Sandy flicked Seanna's cone shaped nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.

Seanna began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Sandy flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full cones, and the redhead began to shiver.

Seanna cupped her hands over Sandy's breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers.

"That feels so good, Seanna," she murmured. Her hand strayed down Seanna's belly. "You're so pretty. I love your red hair."

She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Seanna's mound. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in between her pussy lips.

The redhead put her arms around the brunette and pulled her onto her undulating body, wrapping her legs around the younger woman's legs. She pressed her hot wet flesh against Sandy's thigh. Sandy squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, Seanna's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's lips were kissing the redhead's. She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips. She maneuvered herself until her again erect bud was pressing hotly against Seanna's. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it touched both their triggers, then pumped it up and down.

Seanna lunged her hips forward and up, raising the pressure, pressing her own bud against the brunette's. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples. The red and brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing bodies sought release, their two erect love buds straining against each other.

Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, "Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?"

Seanna was lost to thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge. She began to quiver, her nipples erected, her voice lost in little mewing whimpers.

"Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM."

As Sandy went up the ladder of excitement, a part of her was watching Seanna. "She really gets into it, doesn't she." Sandy thought.

Seanna began to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin, her areoles looked ready to burst.

"mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"

In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging into the lightnings once more. Her lips clamped and released as her sphincters went into spasms, rubbing more fiercely against her partner's.

"OHH... UNG...AHH."

Sandy collapsed over the redhead's body. They twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their aftershocks.

"Ohh. Nice," Seanna breathed. "But I still want. Oohh. I want something in me."

Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer and withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator.

"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Sandy?"

Sandy was embarrassed, first at the sight of Seanna's "toy" and second to admit that she used them. Actually, when she feels the urge, at home, she would often and easily "help herself" with fingers, pillow and a "toy". She usually keeps her wants and desires to herself, not expressing them easily. But after a moment, she admitted. "Yes, a smaller one, though."

Seanna walked back to the bed, brandishing the instrument like a sword. She then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still moist lips, then stopped.

"Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the instrument to Sandy.

Sandy hefted the thing, stared wide eyed at Seanna's writhing, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink gates open.

Sandy crawled over until she was sitting between the redheads knees. She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Seanna reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Sandy prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its butt end, and turned it a little. A low pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Seanna's ample juices. Seanna moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Sandy watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself at home. With each entry Seanna's moans grew deeper. When half its length had disappeared, Sandy turned the control up a bit more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument pulsing and growling in her hand.

"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..."

Sandy pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more easily as Seanna's moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Sandy was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down. Sandy's free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing herself, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.

Seanna was squeezing her own breasts. She spread her fingers in a fan, and rotating her wrists, drummed her erect nipples. Her knees spread wide on each in stroke, then drew together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and forth.

"Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!"

Sandy pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of Seanna's insides. She watched enthralled as the red head began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking. Sandy's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed. She watched the redheads pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the instrument as she pressed it in.

"Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!"

Seanna bucked up, her body contacting the bed only on her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her freckles seeming to stand out, her nipples expanding.

Sandy turned the control up all the way. The instrument roared, it seemed almost to draw into Seanna's body of itself. Seanna pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more deeply than Sandy had dared.

"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!"

Sandy rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in the red head's body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers.

"mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"

Again the rising moaning cry burst from Seanna's throat. Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Sandy had released her hold when Seanna dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Seanna's hot honey. Her round ass cheeks glistened with it.

Sandy pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes.

Seanna's whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a grimace.

"Nn... NNg... Gggk..."

Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips.

Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened.

Sandy turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator.

"Ahh! Wait! Slowly."

More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing.

"Gee, I never cum like that," she thought.

Seanna lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.

Sandy looked at the instrument, slick with the red head's honey. She lay down next to Seanna, spread her legs and pressed it to her tunnel.

How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh how it moved! Her finger play had readied her, her watching the other woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work. She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took the device in both hands and pushed.

"Ohh. Yes, its good. Ohh."

Seanna awoke from her drowse at the sounds.

"Oh Sandy, let me."

Seanna took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

"Here. Lie over these," she instructed.

Sandy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.

"Now relax, Sandy."

Seanna parted Sandy's lips with one hand and guided the huge instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in Sandy's body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.

"Mmmm" Sandy mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her.

Seanna worked more and more of the device into Sandy, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Sandy's wiggling derriere.

"Ohh. Umm."

Seanna advanced the control another notch, the device began to growl.

"Oooh... Ung.."

The redhead pumped the vibrating device in and out of Sandy's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how Sandy's flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out. Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Seanna turned the machine on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Sandy's other opening with a wet fingertip.

"Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!"

Sandy's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles jiggling and rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Sandy came. And came.

Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine.

She clamped hard on the monster, as it roared within her. She thought she would pass out, but still Seanna incessantly stirred the machine in her body, stroked her little ring as it pooched in and out.

At last she slumped, and the device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going.

"Oh Seanna. That was... beautiful! Oh I'm so tired!"

"Me too, Sandy. Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep well."

"Good. Thanks. Hold me?" They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms.