Making Partner |

Rachel wasn’t a lesbian. She’d admired beautiful women before, but never lustfully. More in the way one admires fine art. She appreciated the feminine form but couldn’t recall ever having been aroused by a woman. Then there was Elle. Every time their eyes met Rachel’s pulse quickened. Butterflies floated around her tummy and she frequently lost her train of thought in Elle’s presence. No guy had ever had quite the same effect.

Elle was a gorgeous woman in her mid30s at the firm where Rachel worked. Her natural honey blonde hair was always pulled back in some chic, professional style which made her sharp cheek bones and sapphire eyes stand out. She wore a lot of twopiece blazer & skirt suits that drew attention to her tan, shapely legs. She had been a tennis player since middle school and her athletic figure showed she still picked up a racquet a few days a week.

Elle had a reputation for being shrewd and relentless which had led to her becoming one of the youngest lawyers in the firm to make partner. It also led to a lot of jealous colleagues and the occasional salacious rumor of how she’d attained her position. But Rachel had been a clerk around the office for a six months and never seen a hint of impropriety, so assumed it to be the usual bullshit that beautiful, successful women frequently to endure. She personally found Elle to be friendly, direct and quickwitted.

Their exchanges had been casual enough that at first Rachel wasn’t even sure she was being flirted with. She’d never been hit on by a woman before. It started with simple compliments women give each other regularly. “Cute shoes.” or “I like your earrings”. But they soon became more personal; “Your hair looks great like that. That color really highlights your eyes.”

Rachel accepted the compliments with a shy smile and “Thank you”, always breaking their gaze first. She would catch herself daydreaming about Elle throughout the day; wondering what she looked like in her tennis attire. Or no attire… Rachel had never fantasized about a woman before.

One day Elle come to Rachel’s desk looking for a file. She smelled like gardenias and the top three buttons were open on her linen blouse. She leaned down placing her forearms on the desk and giving Rachel a view of her cleavage. “I think you have something I’ve been looking for.” Elle inquired playfully. Rachel took the invitation and peeked down Elle’s shirt for a several seconds. She found the manilla folder and held it out to Elle with a sheepish grin. Elle reached for the file and let her fingers deliberately brush against Rachel’s, lingering for just a moment. Rachel’s whole body was energized, like sensing lightning before it strikes. She could feel a flush of crimson cover her chest and neck. Elle smiled knowingly but only said “Thank you so much, Rachel” and walked away. After several strides she looked back over her shoulder and winked when she saw Rachel was still watching her. The signals were pretty unmistakable now.

Two days later, Rachel was in the restroom taming flyaway hairs and touching up her makeup after lunch. Elle came through the door and smiled at her in the mirror. “Wow.” Her eyes scanned Rachel from her feet slowly up to her face.

“New dress?” she asked.

Her perfume wafted into Rachel’s nostrils, causing goosebumps to break out over her skin.

She met Elle’s eyes in the reflection as she pressed her lips together to even out her lipstick.

“Sure is,” Rachel replied. Then, feeling bold, she added, “I hoped you would like it.” As the words left her mouth, she secondguessed herself. It was a simple sleeveless sheath dress that hit a couple of inches above her knees, showing off her porcelain arms and legs. The deep emerald color contrasted her raven hair and dark eyes exquisitely.

Elle’s eyes lit up and she stepped behind Rachel so there was less than a foot of space between them. She looked down at Rachel’s hips, her ass just a few inches from Elle’s groin. Rachel watched her in the mirror. She hoped Elle would touch her.

“It fits you very nicely,” Elle purred as her eyes lustfully traced over Rachel’s slender physique. Her fingertips grazed delicately across the textured fabric at Rachel’s waist, causing a rush of heat to fill her pelvis. Elle removed her hand and swung around so her ass was leaning against the counter, right hip touching right hip. She took a deep breath and Rachel watched her ample bust rise beneath sheer white silk.

“I need some help collecting materials at the law library. Are you available this evening?”

Rachel was jolted back to reality. “Oh, uh, yeah.” She stumbled over her words. “I can stay late.”

Elle’s deep blue eyes stared at her seductively. “Are you sure? It may be a late night?”

“That’s fine. I’m a bit of a night owl.” Then she added cheekily, “I’m happy to assist you.”

An involuntary smirk crossed Elle’s face as she pushed herself away from the counter and strode towards the door.

“Great, it’s a date,” she said before disappearing into the hallway.

A few minutes after 7pm Elle greeted Rachel at her desk. “Ready to go?”

“So ready,” Rachel thought silently but only nodded. Ever since their exchange earlier, Rachel had been struggling to focus. She kept catching herself fantasizing about y rendezvous with her older colleague. She logged out of her computer and the two women walked to the elevator together. On their way to the rail station they popped into a bodega and Elle picked up a bottle of pinot.

“Just because we’re working doesn’t mean we can’t have any fun,” she had chirped as they exited the store.

By 10:30pm both women were yawning over a table full of reference books and case law files. A pizza box with two slices left and an empty wine bottle sat on a nearby desk. Elle sighed deeply, relaxing into the chair and hanging her head all the way back with her eyes closed. While she stretched, she let out a soft groan and undid the top two buttons on her blouse. Rachel knew Elle was trying to entice her and it was working. Her eyes studied Elle’s arched neck, her collar bone, then lingered on her cleavage. She wanted to say something but her tongue felt thick and her brain could not assemble a proper sentence.

She was still entranced when Elle spoke up. “Have you ever been with another woman before, Rachel?” Her azure eyes now stared intensely at her object of seduction. Rachel looked away towards the sound of some law school students laughing far off in the library.

“No,” she half whispered. It seemed the only word her dry mouth would spit out and she shifted in her seat before meeting Elle’s gaze. This time Rachel stared back into those deep pools, refusing to look away first as she always did. Almost a full minute passed as they studied each other.

“Have you ever wanted to?” Elle queried suggestively.

Feeling that half bottle of wine and wanting to seize the moment, Rachel responded without breaking their gaze.

“Only recently.”

Hearing her own admission aloud caused her temperature to rise and a bead of sweat ran from her neck down her spine. Elle smiled lasciviously and rose from her chair. She walked around the table and bent down behind Rachel so her lips were brushing her ear as she whispered, “Follow me”. Rachel’s pussy flooded with heat and she could feel the moisture seep into her panties. Elle took her hand, pulling her to her feet and began walking briskly toward the back of the library. Rachel’s eyes fixated on Elle’s curvy ass gliding along in front of her.

She wondered if Elle was as wet as she was right now. They wound through dark aisles of tall bookcases, lined with thick volumes. The air was heavy with the smell of old books. At the end of the row was a large wooden door with a metal plate labeling it “Conference Room”.

Elle pushed the door open and tugged Rachel in behind her. As soon as the door was closed, Elle spun Rachel around and shoved her up against it. She was strong from years of sports and her assertive nature turned Rachel on. Elle covered Rachel’s mouth with her own and their tongues intertwined passionately. Rachel’s desire was building and she let out a soft moan as Elle pressed against her. She reached out and finished unbuttoning that sheer silk blouse. Elle eased back slightly. She ran her hands down from Rachel’s shoulders, petting her small, perky tits, caressing her trim waist, thumbs exploring hip bones as fingers squeezed into butt cheeks. “God, you are so y.”

Rachel opened her mouth to respond but was cutoff by another deep kiss. She had always hated her narrow hips and small boobs. Under Elle’s gaze and touch, she felt y. She felt empowered by how she turned this older, more experienced woman on. She ran her hands under Elle’s open blouse cupping plump, heavy fruits. She had never touched any boobs other than her own. Elle’s breasts were full and bouncy and overflowed Rachel’s small palms. Elle wrapped her arms around Rachel and spun her away from the door deeper into the dark room. The edge of a wooden table pressed against the back of her thighs.

“Have a seat,” Elle said playfully. Rachel obliged, scooting herself back a bit. She was running her thumbs over the lacy edges of Elle’s bra, feeling her nipples go hard under the thin material.

Elle slipped herself out of the shirt, watching Rachel fondle her tits. She ran one hand slowly up the inside of Rachel’s creamy thigh, brushing her fingertips across the sodden panties. A smirk spread across her face and Rachel blushed in the darkness. She suddenly felt like a virgin again. Overwhelmed with lust and literally dripping with desire but anxious and unsure how to proceed. Sensing her insecurity, Elle placed her hands on top of Rachel’s and squeezed her own breasts. Their mouths melted together greedily.

Elle ran her tongue gently along Rachel’s ear and whispered huskily, “Just relax. And breathe.”

Rachel exhaled deeply, not realizing she had been holding her breath. She pulled Elle towards her and buried her face in soft, warm cleavage. Her hands ran up and down Elle’s body, exploring her hourglass curves. She nibbled at the sharp peaks protruding through lace. Elle unzipped the dress down Rachel’s back and pulled it forward gently. Rachel pulled her arms back through the holes and let the bodice lay in her lap. She was wearing a strappy little bra in the same shade of green.

“Ooh, very nice,” purred Elle. She ran her fingertips over Rachel’s hard nipples while Rachel’s hands continued to investigate her supple body. So voluptuous and womanly. She leaned forward and ran her tongue under the edge of the lace and swirled it around a nipple. Elle used one hand to expertly unclasp the tiny green bra and toss it aside. She pinched both of Rachel’s nipples, rolling them gently in her fingertips and Rachel squealed with surprise. Her teeth nipped at one of Elle’s nipples in retaliation.

Her hands trailed over the curves of Elle’s hips until she felt warm, bare skin under her fingers. She stroked Elle’s muscular thighs and butt. Her thumbs again traced the edges of lacy thong underwear. She was betting they matched the bra. The palpable heat radiating from between Elle’s legs excited Rachel. Her left hand grasped a handful of ass cheek and she let her right middle finger slip from the crease of Elle’s thigh under the edge of her thong and ran it along her swollen mound. Feeling another woman’s intimate parts made her pulse ring in her ears and throb in her groin.

Elle was kissing Rachel all over, covering her collarbone, breasts, ribs and belly with soft pecks. Her hands slid down and up milky thighs, disappearing under the green skirt. She could smell Rachel’s desire, sweet and musky. She pushed her thumb through the wet panties into a firm clit. Rachel twitched and whimpered. Elle gripped Rachel’s waist and pulled her to standing. The unzipped dress fell to the floor around her feet. She stood there in the dark in only her green thong and kitten heels, posing in front of another woman. Elle smiled in adulation.

“Lovely.”

She knelt to pick up the dress and Rachel watched her tits jiggle in the dim light. As Elle leaned forward to lay the dress over a chair Rachel reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt. She needed to know if that thong matched the lace bra. Needed to see Elle’s curves without clothes. Her thumbs hooked the waist of the skirt and her fingers slid down the swell of Elle’s glutes as she pushed the garment over hips towards the floor. Elle stepped out of the skirt, kicking it away carelessly.

Rachel was mesmerized. Even in the dark, Elle was a vision in her black lace lingerie and pumps. She locked eyes with Rachel as she ran her hands up the sides of her own body, slowly undulating side to side. She reached up the back of her head and shook her hair down, letting it fall about her shoulders. Rachel had never seen her hair down before. The soft waves complemented her buxom figure. She was a stunning modern Venus, right here, at Rachel’s fingertips. The younger woman vibrated in anticipation.

Elle pulled Rachel in close, wrapping her arms around her and pressing their bodies together. They embraced and kissed passionately. Rachel intwined her fingers in Elle’s soft locks and Elle sucked each of Rachel’s nipples to attention. Her hand dipped down the front of Rachel’s sopping green panties and skilled fingers found her needy clit. She whimpered and her knees quivered. Elle tenderly stroked her labia, just letting her fingertips slip between moist fold. She removed her fingers and brought them up to her lips. She put one in her mouth and sucked it clean while making eye contact.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “Like forbidden fruit.”

Rachel was blushing again. Elle reached for the panties and this time pulled them down to the floor, holding on to them as Rachel stepped each foot out carefully. She stayed kneeling and dragged her tongue along Rachel’s ankle, up her inner calf, kissing the back of her knee. She kissed up the side of her thigh to her hip bone until Rachel’s pussy was right in front of her face. She inhaled deeply and let the strip of dark pubic hair tickle her lips. Rachel’s hands were still playing with honeycolored hair, now holding it back so she could watch herself being teased.

Suddenly Elle bear hugged Rachel’s thighs and lifted her up, sitting her down on the conference table again. Rachel squealed in surprise and delight.

“Boss bitch,” she giggled. Elle grinned, standing between her knees. She kissed each of Rachel’s nipples as she stepped out of her heels. Then she pulled Rachel’s ass toward the edge and pushed her knees apart, exposing engorged lips to the cool air. Her scent filled the room. Elle kissed her again and their tongues writhed together. Rachel squeezed the fleshy globes bouncing in front of her, pinching hard nipples through sheer fabric. Elle bit into her bottom lip, making Rachel flinch.

She kissed down the front of her throat and grazed teeth along Rachel’s collar bone. Her hands rested on Rachel’s knees as she licked down her sternum to her belly button, her abdomen…

She was now on her knees with Rachel’s eager pussy radiating heat and sweet musk into her face. She looked up and met Rachel’s eyes staring down. Without breaking eye contact Elle stuck her tongue out flat and took a long lick up the center of Rachel’s glistening slit causing her to gasp and toss her head back. Elle continued stroking up and down each side of her plump pinkness, flicking her clit like a snake tasting air.

Rachel relaxed back onto her elbows so she could still enjoy the show visually. She had had men go down on her before but not like this. Their techniques had been amateur and hurried; obligatory foreplay before fucking. None of them had savored her. None of them had slowly probed into every crevice and lapped up her juices like this hot, older woman was doing. Certainly none of them had brought her to orgasm with cunnilingus. But she was sure Elle was about to. She laid back on the table and let herself be enveloped in sensation.

Elle’s experienced mouth traversed up and down warm folds at varying rhythms. She sucked Rachel’s swollen bead like a piece of hard candy. Her tongue stiffened and she thrust it deep inside to discover rippling muscles. Rachel moaned in ecstasy and bucked her hips. Warm, wet flesh pressed together. In and out. In and out. Sucking. Licking. Swirling. Tasting. Waves of pleasure crashed over Rachel and her whole body trembled as molten nectar flowed from her core. Elle buried her face in pussy and slurped up her prize.