Date: Sat, 1 May 2010 11:17:47 +1000
From: Janet Pitman <pitman.janet@gmail.com>
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.