Date: Sat, 1 May 2010 11:17:47 +1000 From: Janet Pitman Subject: Personal Assistant This is a true story. My friend Alison (not her real name) and I were sharing a bottle of red recently and telling one another some of our memories of sexual encounters we have had. This is one of hers. And Emma is not the real name of her PA. Enjoy. If you want to write to me and tell me one or two of your true real life lesbian sexual experiences, I'll be happy to turn your account into a story for this site. Love Janet Pitman. pitman.janet@gmail.com PERSONAL ASSISTANT Alison, age 42, was the CEO of a graphic design company that was expanding its service area. Keeping herself in good shape by visiting her gym three times a week and exercising every day with a ninety-minute walk along the beach, Alison was, nevertheless, deep inside, lonely. She lived alone and though she had gone to bed with seven men since she gave up her virginity at age sixteen, Alison was much more interested in lesbian sex. But it had been two years since her last very satisfying sexual relationship with a woman. And, when Alison was honest with herself, she acknowledged that she was often turned on by women a few years younger than herself. And this is where Emma came into her mind. As Emma did every working day. Because Emma was Alison's Personal Assistant (PA) and a significant mutual trust relationship had developed between them over the last eighteen months that Emma had been working with Alison. Alison was not the most gorgeous woman in the world but made up for that with her warm, friendly and trustworthy personality. Her hair was red – in truth, she was a true redhead. Shorter than Emma's five feet eight inches, and with an oval face and soft features, yet Alison's breasts were what her staff and customers noticed. They were large. Emma had looked often at Alison's breasts – the way they thrust out from her body, shaping her shirts and blouses. Emma had also often gazed at Alison's nicely rounded bottom that filled the tight trouser suits or sheer slacks that her boss often wore to work. Emma, herself, was a woman with a large body. Not fat, but well built and tall at six feet. With light brown hair, short and curly, and strong thighs. Emma, too, had very large boobs and a bottom to die for (so thought Alison on many occasions). Emma knew that Alison was sexually attracted to women. Though Emma had not had a sexual encounter with a woman herself since she was eighteen and at University, nevertheless, the fire of Sapphic love burnt deep inside her. And Emma knew that she had felt more and more sexual desire for Alison – well, at least a desire to see Alison's naked body – over the past months. So the day that Alison asked Emma to travel with her to a Conference on the mid-New South Wales (Australia) coast, Emma's heart had raced. This could be the time to get closer to Alison. For her part, Alison knew, in her sub-conscious mind that her plan was to seduce Emma, yet consciously, she pushed the thought aside by arranging separate rooms at the Hotel they were staying at during the three-day Conference. On the first evening of the Conference they danced with a group of other delegates, though both women were so conscious of one another, sitting side by side. And it seemed, the more wine they drank, the more they leaned into one another, and the more they brushed hands and even placed their hands on each other's legs as they spoke and made a point in the conversation. Both expressed huge ambivalent feelings as they hugged one another good night and went to their separate bedrooms. Both women lay on their beds naked, wondering if the other would be bold enough to knock on their door. And hoping they would. Alison and Emma both masturbated thinking of the other and fell asleep with their fingers sticky and warm from their orgasms. The second evening, after dining together and polishing off a bottle of red wine, they decided to go for a walk along the beach before bed. It was a warm evening with a full moon. The beach was deserted at tem o'clock at night. It was a perfect evening for skinny-dipping, thought Emma. Her thought, encouraged by the wine and the heat of her body, causing her dress to stick to her, was enough for Emma to say, "Let's have a swim." Alison's heart raced. "But we don't have towels or swimmers with us," said Alison. As soon as she had said the words, Alison wished she hadn't. But she needn't have worried. Emma was already stooping to take off her shoes. "Come on, Alison. Don't be shy. Haven't you been skinny-dipping before?" As she spoke, Emma reached behind her, unzipped her skirt, pushed it down over her broad hips and let it slide down her legs and fall at her feet. Alison took a sharp breath and felt her heart racing as she watched Emma step out of her skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down, except for a pair of black panties. Emma's legs were large and smooth and very white in the moonlight. Alison found the sight of Emma standing in panties that displayed her body shape, very erotic. Emma turned to look at the sea, giving Alison a clear moonlit view of her firm thighs and rounded bottom. Alison kicked her shoes off, stoped to pull her ankle socks off and felt the still warm sand with her bare feet. As she stood up, she watched Emma, who was still facing the ocean, pull her large cotton top over her head and drop it on top of her discarded skirt. Reaching behind her, Emma undid the clasp of her matching black bra strap, slipped the garment off her shoulders and dropped it on top of the growing pile of clothes on the sand. Emma turned to face Alison, deliberately exciting her boss by a blatant display of her large naked breasts, and almost naked body. Just a pair of panties now kept a full disclosure from Alison. "Come on boss," teased Emma. "Get your gear off!" Alison laughed a nervous, yet excited laugh, saying, "OK, OK." She undid her blouse and cast it from hr body. She followed this by boldly casting aside her bra, leaving her topless and half naked. Emma held her breath as for the first time she was able to gaze at Alison's full, firm breasts. Her nipples were erect and surrounded by large areolas. Alison's breasts swayed as she loosened her slacks at the waist ad bent forward to push them down her thighs and legs. Kicking them off, the two women, both clad only in knickers, stood facing one another on the deserted moonlit beach. Both women felt their hearts pounding as they gazed at one another as if they were teenagers looking at their first centrefold. Both were lushly built, though Emma was the larger of the two women. Both had large and full breasts, prominent hips and pubic areas that though still covered, aroused excitement in each woman. Alison took a step towards Emma. She stared at her PA's breasts. They were just inches from one another now. If either woman reached out they could touch the other woman's erect nipples. Emma imagined herself taking Alison's nipple in her mouth. Her mouth sucking on Alison's round peaks. She felt herself getting wet between her legs. She so much wanted to taste Alison's freckled skin, wanted to feel her hardening nipple in her mouth, sucking it, licking her, until Alison called out Emma's name. Alison, meanwhile, was experiencing a kind of sexual hunger as she stared at Emma's large breasts with their prominent areola and extended nipples. She wanted to slide her hands around Emma's hips and cup her big bottom. She wanted to touch Emma's thighs, to slide her fingers between Emma's legs, to feel the warmth and stickiness she knew must be there. Alison's thoughts were interrupted by Emma's voice. "Well, my dear, let's get rid of our panties and go swimming." As she spoke, Emma hooked her fingers into the waistband of her black knickers and tugged them down over her hips until they fell at her ankles and she kicked them free. Alison only got a glimpse of Emma's triangle of pubic hair before Emma turned and started to walk towards the ocean. Alison sighed as she simultaneously stared at Emma's large shapely bare bottom and slid her own panties off, bending over to step out of one leg and then the other. Alison's eyes feasted on Emma's shapely bottom as she followed the younger woman towards the surf. Suddenly Alison had an urge to reach the water first. She broke into a run and passed the naked Emma before wading out into the waves until it was deep enough to dive under the surf. Alison swam underwater, her arms pulling and her feet kicking, before surfacing about ten metres across from Emma. Emma had watched the naked Alison rush past her into the water and had gazed longingly at Alison's exposed bottom as she ran and then dived into the waves. And now Alison swam towards Emma. They met in waist-deep surf. Emma was standing, her body wet and glistening in the moonlight, her full breasts clearly visible. "This is great," said Emma. "It's so warm it could be a bath." Alison immediately imagined herself in a bath with Emma, washing her naked body. Her heart quickened. "I've never done this before – gone skinny-dipping," confessed Alison, as she stood facing Emma. Both women were gazing at one another's wet, glistening, naked breasts. Emma stepped closer to Alison. She put her hand on Alison's hip. "Why not?" asked Emma. "I don't know," Alison said lifting her arms and reaching out for Emma's broad hips. "But I'm enjoying swimming naked with you, Emma." Emma laughed. "Is that all? I'm positively hot for you, my boss." Alison drew in her breath and Emma could see the flush of her cheeks in the moonlight. Emma stepped closer. Their breasts touched. Emma kissed Alison's lips gently. At the same time her hand slipped from Alison's hip to her thigh. Alison felt heat shoot through her body as Emma's fingers glided over her leg. As Emma's finger slid into Alison's pubic hair and down between her legs, Alison opened both her mouth to encourage Emma's tongue, and her legs to invite Emma's fingers inside. Alison hugged Emma as she felt Emma's two fingers slid between her labia. Their wet breasts crushed against one another's. Their nipples grazed one another's and hardened even more. Alison's hands, under the water, cupped Emma's big beautiful bottom and she let her fingers slide inside Emma's bum crack, one finger gently probing Emma's anus. They kissed passionately. Their tongues danced and explored one another's salt-water tasting mouths. They were too far gone to worry about the taste of salt. Emma's fingers pushed into Alison's cunt. Alison's finger was sliding around Emma's big bare bottom and now she was trying to reach down to Emma's pussy nestled between her legs, just below her anus. They couldn't get enough of one another or get close enough to one another. The water swirled ad splashed around their bodies as their breasts and hips frantically pressed together. "Let's go shore," Emma panted against Alison's ear, her other hand at Alison's neck and fingers in her red hair. Reluctantly they broke apart. Breathing heavily, they struggled through the waves, side by side, holding hands. Once they were out of the water they stopped on the wet sand. Alison took Emma's large breasts in her hands, moulding them and flicking Emma's nipples. "Oh, you are so beautiful," gasped Alison. Emma groaned. Her hands reached for Alison's large breasts. The breasts she had lusted after so often in the office, yet hidden from view until now. Alison bent forward to kiss Emma's salty breasts. Her hands wandered to Emma's brown pubic hair, glistening in the moonlight. She knelt in front of Emma and felt the shape of her, Emma's petal-like lips, and her hooded clit. "Oh, god!" said Emma, spreading wide her legs and holding on to Alison's red hair. Emma felt Alison touching her vagina in such a way she could hardly breath. Her breath was fast and shallow. Alison's fingers probed Emma's pussy, both outside and into her inner folds. Now Alison's fingers slipped inside Emma. Emma's thighs tensed and she held on to Alison's head and hair. She gasped with excitement. Alison's fingers inside her made her ache for even more of her employer. She pushed as Alison stroked her slowly, deeply, and the pleasure of it brought tears to Emma's eyes. Alison moved her head between Emma's spread legs and licked her pubes. "Lots of salt," she coughed and stood up. "Come on, darling, said Alison, taking control like the boss she was. She playfully slapped Emma's bottom. "We'll dress quickly and get back to the hotel. Much more comfortable and the whole night ahead of us." They tore apart, hard as it was, but excited by the sight of one another's naked bodies and what lay ahead, and they rushed to their clothes. Fifteen minutes later they were in Alison's room, sandy clothes scattered all over the bathroom floor, their now washed clean and pink bodies rubbing and stroking each other as the hot shower water poured over them. Then into big fluffy towels. Soon dried and the towels cast aside they lay naked, together, on top of the king-sized bed. Alison sat up, as Emma lay on her back, naked. Emma's large breasts spread over her upper body, her legs open, exposing her petal slit between a bush of brown pubic hair. Alison ran her hand up the inside of Emma's thigh, her hand returning to Emma's inner heat that Alison had fingered on the beach. Emma opened her legs wider and she sucked in air as Alison fingered her pussy. Emma closed her eyes. This felt so good. Emma felt Alison moving and pushing her thighs further apart. Then she felt Alison's mouth that replaced her hand, her tongue adding stimulus to her thrusting fingers. Emma gripped the bed=spread and struggled not to scream out loud. The intense sensation of Alison's tongue circling her clit and Alison's fingers simultaneously sliding about in her pussy was almost too much. Alison's flickering tongue and thrusting fingers were building tension in Emma, layering sensation on sensation. Emma gave in to it all. She relaxed her tummy, thrust her hips up to Alison's fingers and mouth. Her juices and cum burst forth as her orgasm caused her legs and body to vibrate. "Oh, god! Oh, my god!" Emma pulled Alison down onto her back as soon as she stopped masturbating Emma. Emma knelt astride Alison with her legs each side of Alison's head and facing Alison's feet. Alison gazed up at Emma's spread slit and her bottom clearly showing her pink anus. Emma was moulding Alison's large breasts in her hands and noting Alison's abundance of freckles and her reddish pubic hair. Then Emma leant over to lick the pussy lips her fingers now spread apart. Alison's clit was long and erect. Emma sucked it and pushed her fingers into Alison's engorged lips. Now Alison was pushing a cum-soaked finger into Emma's anus. Emma reciprocated, reaching down to Alison's anus with one finger and licking her slit at the same time. After a few minutes, Emma climbed off Alison, pulled her body to the edge of the bed, knelt between her legs and resumed her mouth and finger work on Alison's cunt. The warm wet feel of Emma's mouth on Alison's clit, the thrust of fingers inside her, was driving Alison to a place she felt she had never experienced before. Her body was alive and throbbing. Suddenly, an orgasm arose from deep inside her pussy and spread over Alison's torso. She climaxed. As they lay, cuddling, inside the bed covers, Alison felt her breasts aching. Her legs ached. Her pussy was sore. But she ached mostly for much more lovemaking with Emma.