Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2005 14:41:51 +0000 From: Steph <gondor___@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Only For You (Part 1) _______________________________________________________________________________ This is a fictional story about lesbians/lesbian sex, if this story is likely to offend you please stop reading now. Also, if you are too young to read this story by the laws of your country/state, please stop reading. The characters/events are completely fictional they hold no resemblance to any real person/event. Authors Note. The author forbids all copying or distribution of this story. Copyright (C) 2005. _______________________________________________________________________________ Only For You (Part 1) (F/F) Written by Stephanie for Holly, my dearest friend. ******************************************************************************* Part 1 It was 8.32am when Grace rolled over in her bed. "Shit, I'm so late for work, not on my first day please....why why why did I have to sleep in today!!" Hurriedly, Grace jumped out of bed and ran across the landing of her shared house, quickly jumping in the shower. Soaping her body Grace reflected on the fact that she didn't have any time this morning to indulge in her usual Shower antics! Relinquishing those thoughts, she quickly jumped out of the shower and ran back across the landing towards her room, deciding to drip dry and focus on doing her hair instead of wasting time towelling herself. It was 8.46am when Grace had finished fixing her hair. Grace had always loved her hair; her mother had always told her how jealous she was of her gorgeous brown locks. It was for this reason that Grace liked to wear her hair down, for some reason being able to see her hair reminded her of her mother. "I hope you found yourself a big fluffy cloud to sit on and watch me stuff this job up Mum" Grace said as she glanced upwards towards the ceiling, a warm feeling filled her body as she imagined how her mother would be having a good giggle about her being late again!! Yet, at the same time her chest filled with what seemed like quick setting cement, resenting the fact that her mother had been taken from her at such a young age. Grace's mother had died after being seriously ill at only 42 when Grace was 13 years old. Suddenly realising the time, Grace got back to getting ready for her new job. Quickly throwing on her new suit, and carefully applying her make up, she was ready and standing in front of her full length mirror admiring her appearance with appreciation. Grace stood at a respectable 5' 7", a size 12 she had a slender and well toned body. Her breasts were a perfect 36C and her ass was always what she considered to be her best feature by far! Ample round cheeks, that rested above her shapely thighs perfectly. Her body was beautifully decorated with a brand new designer suit, a black knee length skirt and jacket over a crisp white shirt, accompanied by black 3 inch heels and stockings. To go along with her new suit Grace had decided to treat herself with new lingerie too, she loved lingerie and always found an excuse to buy more. On this particular day she chose to wear a new white lace bra and French knickers, that against her tanned skinned looked amazing. 8.58am and Grace was leaving the house with only 2 minutes left to make it on time for her new job as a Personal Assistant to the infamous Diane Walker, a well known and very highly respected business woman. Briskly walking along the crowded London streets, Grace had her first stroke of luck; a black cab was just dropping someone off outside the building in front of her. Inwardly screaming with joy, Grace tried to remain calm as she saw the cab had dropped off a very stunning looking woman, probably only a few years older than herself. As the mystery woman walked towards her destination, Grace spun on her foot as she entered the back door of the cab, expertly sliding into the seat with a stolen glance at the woman's perfectly shaped ass, tightly hugged in her very expensive looking suit trousers. In that split second an entire night with that woman flew through her mind, making a small, knowing smile appear at her lips. Grace was 28 and had known she was a lesbian ever since she can remember; she wasn't ashamed of it and didn't hide it from her friends. However, in her professional life Grace decided not to share details of her private life with her colleagues, unfortunately it tended to cause too many complications. She lived in a shared house with her two best friends, Kate and Laura, they were a couple and even though Grace loved them she couldn't help but feel like she was in the way a lot of the time, it wasn't so bad when she was with her girlfriend as well. Grace and her ex girlfriend Jane had broken up 8 months ago; it had hit Grace pretty hard. They had been together for 4 years and the stress had caused her to have 6 months off work just recovering mentally and emotionally. This new job was supposed to be the start of her new life. So far it wasn't looking good. The image of the mystery woman was broken with the distinct London accent of the cab driver, "Where to luv?" "Canary Wharf, quick as you can please I'm very late and its my first day." "No trouble treacle, you just sit back and I'll have you there in a flash." The cab then suddenly pulled away, merging into the morning London traffic. Safely on her way, Grace sat back and tried to compose herself, ready for the barrage of abuse she was sure she was going to receive for being so late. She couldn't believe it, how she could have been so stupid as to sleep in. Sitting still in the back of the cab with nothing else to occupy her mind made her worry all the more about her prospects at her new job, 'they'll probably just fire me on the spot' Grace thought sullenly to herself. For the rest of the journey Grace sat staring out of the window, preparing herself for what was to come. Almost 20 minutes after she first got into the cab, they pulled up outside her building on the Canary Wharf estate, generously tipping the cabbie for his understanding he drove off leaving her standing outside the building nervously. Filling her lungs and straightening herself out she walked head high through the turnstile entrance of the building. As the doors turned to reveal a grand foyer that looked remarkably like a hotel reception, she stopped and for the first time took in exactly what she had gotten herself into by taking this job. Just the entrance hall was breathtaking, so exquisitely decorated and such intricate detail. Swallowing hard, she composed herself and walked swiftly in the direction of the reception desk, as she approached she was greeted by a young girl with a warm smile. "Good morning, how can I help you?" "Good morning my name is Grace Williams, I'm supposed to be starting work here today and I'm afraid I'm a little late, I'm supposed to report to Sarah Craig?" "Ah yes of course Miss Williams, Ms Craig is Miss Walkers temporary assistant, I'll call her for you now, if you'd like to take a seat in the reception hall she should be right with you. Please take a seat." Said the receptionist, motioning towards the direction in which Grace should follow. "Thank you." Grace walked through a set of double doors into a large room, filled with huge cream armchairs and gold detailing on the walls and ceiling. Sitting herself on the nearest chair she sat back crossing her legs trying not to look too sloppy, but relaxed and confident. Almost 30 minutes had passed and still there was no sign of Sarah Craig. However, just as Grace was about to go and enquire at the desk the door opened and the most beautiful woman she had ever seen stood in the room just feet away from her. She found herself drinking in the site. The woman was at least 5' 9" a superbly slender, toned body with the most beautiful face. Her cheekbones set off her deep hazel eyes and her smile, her lips, were so inviting. Her teeth were a perfect white and her long brown hair fell elegantly over her pert breasts. The woman wore a cream coloured trouser suit with slip on heels. Grace' eyes roamed over this woman's body, only to be brought out of their reverie by her enchanting voice. "Ha-ha, well I take your facial expression as a compliment, thank you." said the woman with a soft laugh and pleasant voice. "My name is Sarah Craig, I work here temporarily for Diane, sorry it took me so long to get to you, but Miss Walker can be rather demanding at times. Please call me Sarah." As Grace looked up, still in awe of the beauty in front of her, she saw what looked like a cheeky smile on Sarah's face as she said those last words. Suddenly realising she was gawping openly at Sarah she inwardly kicked herself and somehow managed to stand to face her. Standing, she felt the unmistakeable signs of her arousal course through her body. She felt goose bumps on her neck and back and her chest was getting tighter as what seemed like electricity ran over the nerves in her body. More worryingly than that, Grace noticed that the crotch of her panties was incredibly damp; her wetness had seeped out of her pussy, which was now very swollen. Grace couldn't believe that just the sight of such an attractive woman could make her body react in such a way. A way in which it hadn't done for months. This was definitely the last thing she needed, work relationships were just too difficult, she was just happy that this woman was a temp and wasn't going to be around permanently, she would never get any work done, and that is of course if she wasn't fired already. Quickly composing herself, Grace extended her hand and addressed the woman, "Grace Williams, please let me apologise for being late, I'll do anything to rectify my mistake, and I really need this job" "Anything" Sarah said with a wicked grin and an arched eyebrow. "Please do not worry about it, Diane will be fine with it....then again...you never know what her mood is going to be like." There was a pause as both women stood facing each other in what Grace suddenly realised as very close proximity. She could smell Sarah's perfume as the scent wrapped itself around her nostrils, floral and sweet. After languidly looking Grace up and down after what seemed to be a lifetime, but was probably only seconds, Sarah spoke but two words, "Follow me." With that, Sarah walked in the direction of the large doors, her hips moving sensually under her trousers. Grace quickly followed her as she realised the woman was already stepping through the doors and into the grand foyer. Passing the reception desk Grace smiled at the girl behind it and carried on following Sarah towards what appeared to be the elevators. Walking quickly Grace couldn't help but think back to what Ms Craig had said before. What did she mean when she said, 'you never knew what mood Diane was in??" she thought to herself. Pondering the thought and the way Sarah had looked at her in the reception hall, asking herself what it meant, and trying to figure out her own reactions, she noticed too late that Sarah had stopped in front of the elevator and crashed into the back of her, causing the woman to fall into the elevator doors. Grace was mortified. "Oh my God" she said scrambling to help her, "Are you ok?" the devastation apparent in her voice, " I'm so sorry, oh I really have made such a fool of myself, please forgive me, let me help you" Grace said, talking so fast she was unable to talk a breath. Sarah Craig waited at the elevator thinking to herself how absolutely adorable the young girl appeared to be, obviously Grace was nervous and it was very apparent that she liked the look of her immediately. Sarah couldn't help but think maybe this girl was going to be a lot of fun, especially as she had inkling that she was attracted to her and obviously needed the job rather badly. She had said she would do 'anything' to make up for her lateness. Sarah smiled to herself as she replayed Grace' appreciation of her body in her mind, "Oh my" she thought to herself, "you have no idea what your letting yourself in for Grace Williams" a wicked smile appearing on her lips, before suddenly she found her entire body being forced forward towards the doors of the elevator. The next thing Sarah heard was the ramblings of an almost unfamiliar voice. "...please forgive me, let me help you" said the voice. As Sarah opened her eyes, suddenly becoming aware of her environment again and feeling herself being forcibly lifted to her feet, the 'ding' of the elevator seemed to ignite the burning pain she felt sear through her head just above her left eye. Stumbling into Grace's body as she still firmly gripped her arm, she felt her helper's breasts against her own. Sarah couldn't tell whether it was the intimate contact of Grace' breasts against hers, or the pain that elicited the small moan to escape her throat.