Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 03:32:42 +0000
From: Christine Oram <oram_c@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jane's Encounters #10 Jane's Successful Encounter

Jane's Successful Encounter

Jane had changed jobs and was glad of it. She no longer had to dread
Natasha sending her emails with sometimes surprisingly racy double
entendres or, worse still, Natasha actually calling in to see her in the
office, propositioning her and putting her in awkward situations. Not that
Jane had actually ever seen her again, because, as she was privy to when
Natasha would be in town, Jane mysteriously called in sick, or took a
vacation on those days: anything to avoid interacting again with that
impossibly flirtatious and irresistible sexual force in person.  It wasn't
that Jane did not still fantasize about her, or what happened to her, but
she feared discovery and the embarrassment of being discovered by her
colleagues, or, even more likely, getting fired for sexual misconduct or
similar. This was particularly worrying as Natasha would keep asking for
private information on people in the office, and she had promised to supply
it when she had had that one night stand with her back all that time
ago. It was her fault, but she knew that once Natasha had her eye on her,
Jane was just a sexual conquest and plaything for her. So when the chance
came, she leapt at the chance to move to a new job.

This job was essentially the same as her last one, except this time she had
a nice female boss who had clearly taken a shine to Jane: not in any
unusual sense, but more simply because she wanted to advance Jane in her
career and felt that with her looks and charm she could, with more
mentoring, go far.

Anyway, a few weeks passed and Jane settled into the job – she made sure
to turn up on time and put in the hours, although she almost immediately
felt, much to her surprise, that she actually missed her old one. The old
place had been much, more lively and she realized that she missed the
attention she used to get. In her old office, people were always dropping
by to say hello and to shoot the breeze with her. Many of them were in
sales, and they virtually always made her laugh. She knew that these calls
and chats were not entirely because of her personality, but still she
missed it. In fact, when she looked into her feelings further, she realized
she missed the hint of sexual adventure in these encounters. Of course, she
had found the high probability of being propositioned or touched up...or
whatever Natasha would have done, had they met again, difficult to accept,
but she realized at the same time that this possibility was also intensely
arousing. Now she had no visitors, and no one with whom she could spend
much time. She began to feel a little bored. Her boss was always working,
and as nice as she was, there would be no relief, social or sexual, from
her.

Then after 3 months of her rather tepid relationship with Jonathan, he
called her and told her that he just couldn't continue going out with
her. "I'm not sure if I'm dating you, or having a purely platonic
relationship. One minute we are on and you are the hottest thing around,
and then you don't bother to call, or to see how I am, and you don't answer
my calls. I'm sick of wanting you and you not wanting me, so I'm no longer
torturing myself: you can work your magic on someone else – the poor
sucker. Do you like men at all?" Jane didn't really know how to answer, and
she mumbled something about having to get her head together – she
thought she even suggested it was her fault not his. At that, he put the
phone down. She didn't blame him. She had indeed blown hot and cold over
him. They had slept together only once, and he claimed she was the best
he'd ever had. Jane believed him, but she knew it was only because he had
finally got her bed and he was so ecstatic to spend the night with such an
incredible body rather than because she had been a very active lover. Since
he seemed to be getting no more, presumably he had gone on to pastures new.

She knew it was right thing to do as she felt only relief. She wasn't all
that interested in men any more. No, not at all: women were definitely more
her line.

So for 1 month now she had been plugging away at her daily tasks, sitting
in her chair, making and drinking coffee and going out to lunch on her
own. On the beginning of her 2nd month she noticed a new girl in the
office, Rosario, who worked just down the hall in her own office, but she
seemed always to be walking past Jane's open door and going to the printer
to collect her output. The printer was at the end of a longish stretch of
mostly unoccupied cubicles. Jane's office was at the end of this space so
Jane could see her from her desk as she walked away to get her printouts,
after which she would walk back towards Jane, and then turn right at her
door and then proceed to her own office down the corridor. As is the way
with these things it took a little while, but after about 2 weeks, Jane
admitted to herself that Rosario was very sexy. She was a medium height,
slim, hard-bodied, olive-complexioned Latina with carefully straightened
hair and a propensity to wear very tight jeans. She was probably about
Jane's age.  She had a classic oval face with alert, dark eyes and an
incredible mouth that Jane very soon began to imagine doing outrageous
things to her own body. Every time she walked away, Jane stared at her ass
and slim legs encased as they were in skin tight denim, trying to input
every curve into her memory, so she could fantasize later. It didn't take
long before she began to masturbate when looking. It was so easy: Jane
could sit behind her desk and take in that tight ass and T-shirt, all the
time subtly touching herself in between her legs, without any one being any
the wiser. On her way back, Rosario always gave Jane a big smile, and Jane
gave her an equally big one in return, usually with a friendly "hello".

After a week or two of this, Jane began to get so excited that she was
almost ready to come by the time Rosario started her return walk. Then, on
one occasion when Rosario had spent even longer than usual changing the
paper in the printer, which involved lots of bending down and even getting
down on her knees, Jane suddenly reached orgasm. Her pleasure was short,
but amazingly intense. Rosario's breasts and legs though were still there
taunting her as she came out of her climax, and Jane shivered as the slim
girl waved to her, as usual, on her way back. Was she particularly smiley
this time, or was it her imagination, Jane wondered as she vanished from
view.

The next day was worse. Rosario was as usual in her tight denim, but
coupled with a pair of heeled sandals, and a sleeveless top she was even
more enticing. For Jane it was becoming unbearable. Every time she walked
past Jane couldn't resist looking and becoming aroused and frustrated. She
tried to focus on her work, but it was so difficult. She took to touching
herself frequently until she was at a pitch of excitement. She then would
go to the bathroom, and climax in the stall. This cooled her ardor for an
hour, but then Rosario would flit by again and Jane's sexual tension would
increase once more. Even worse, Rosario had taken to coming in and passing
the time of day, her dark brown eyes giving nothing away. Jane had noticed
those eyes flashing over Jane's chest, skirt and hard thighs down to her
usual heels, but this was completely usual when people looked at Jane, it
was even normal: did it mean anything here? Jane knew the effect she had on
many people, she knew her own attractiveness, but was Rosario impressed or
not, or just uninterested? It was difficult to tell. She couldn't help but
remember what happened the last time she looked into a pair of beautiful
brown eyes on a beautiful body and read the wrong message. She didn't want
that to happen again.

The next day Jane decided to actually go and see Rosario in her
office. She'd given it a lot of thought and made the choice that she would
go and see directly whether she could get a flicker of reaction when she
put her mind to seduction. She knew that seduction was not something she
was practiced in: it wasn't usually necessary with her assets, but maybe it
was with this girl, or more likely, she was just completely straight.  She
determined to find out one way of the other.

She dressed carefully, her new company was very casual – certainly in
her old company Rosario would never have got away with jeans that tight –
so it was not as though she couldn't dress to emphasize her sexuality, but
equally she did not want others to particularly notice her. Jane knew how
to show off her assets without looking as though she intended to, and this
time she was determined to be irresistible. Small black panties with a hint
of lace around the edges – the same sexy lace for her white bra. Her
medium sized firm breasts, held together by the lace, made an enticing
cleavage. A floral crochet cross back top revealed plenty of skin showing
off her shapely, neck, and shoulders, and her bare, toned, arms. The cross
over back showed a flash of skin over her spine at the waist. There would
be plenty of her beautiful complexion to ogle. She then pulled up a dressy
charcoal pencil skirt over her legs and ass and slipped on her favorite 3
inch pumps. A few silvery bracelets, a touch of lipstick and a quick toss
and arrangement of her shoulder length brown hair and she was ready. Jane
was stunning, the skirt and top showed off her impressive curves and it
took little imagination to see the hot body underneath even though there
was nothing about any item of her clothing that was too radical. Perhaps
the skirt was a little too tight showing off as it did her ass and thighs,
and perhaps that flash of toned skin at her waist that could be seen when
she moved was a little racy, but the truth is, a body like Jane's is
difficult to disguise. This outfit made no real pretense at doing so, in
fact, in a tasteful way it only seemed to emphasize more her utter
desirability.

When she got to work her heart was thumping and an almost overwhelming
sense of excitement prevented her from concentrating on her tasks. She
hoped that Rosario would be at work today. She could not concentrate, her
fingers always straightening her hair, or pulling at her skirt, removing
non-existent creases. She kept getting up to go to her bookshelf, only to
go back to her desk and sit down. Once when she got up and turned back she
saw Rosario approaching her office, and a thrilling pulse of adrenalin shot
through her as she turned on her heel and smiled as Rosario came in.

"Hey Jane, how are you doin'?" Rosario smiled and Jane beamed back at
her. "Oh, j-just fine; no great", Jane stammered.

"You goin' somewhere?"  Rosario asked. Jane did not understand. "W-why,
sorry I don't know what..."

"You're dolled up: seeing a client, or a boyfriend?"

"Oh, n-no. I'm just..."

"Hey, it's OK, I don't need to know. Whoever he is, he's can't fail to be
impressed. You look fab." Rosario was smiling, and Jane realized it was a
compliment.

"Thanks, Rosario. But, you know, I've nothing planned...a-although I
thought I'd come and see your office sometime..." Jane trailed off,
slightly embarrassed. Her cheeks felt as though they were on fire. How
ridiculous I am she thought: I'm like a teenager. She couldn't help looking
at Rosario's breasts. God she's got great boobs, Jane said to herself. Oh
god and those hips too.

"Yeah, come over anytime. You know you can call me Roz: everyone does."

"Oh, OK, thanks, I'm Jane". "Yeah, I know." Rosario laughed out loud, but
there was no malice, just genuine amusement.

"S-sorry Rosario, Roz, you must think me really stupid, I don't know what's
got into me." Jane felt her face must be redder than ever. Rosario seemed
to making her even more flustered. Apart from the simple fact that Jane
wanted to fuck her brains out, Rosario was looking at her very intently
with knowing smile and it was very unsettling.

"You know, I think I know what you want." Rosario was still smiling and she
passed a hand through her light brown hair. Jane gave her a megawatt smile
to conceal her ignorance of what she meant.

"Really, what's that?" Rosario had some heels on today. Jane tried to keep
her eyes off her legs and breasts. They were dancing shoes, Jane realized,
the kind a woman wears when Latin dancing, dancing the tango or
similar. I'd love to dance with her, Jane thought: even better, I'd like to
dance with her naked, feel those hips and breasts right up against
mine. Jane's pussy was wetter than ever.

"Well, I can't say here right now. But when you come visit me, I may tell
you then." Then she whispered, "If you're good." Rosario's teeth were very
white.

"What if I'm bad?" replied Jane laughing.

"Hmm, well I can think of a few other things you may want in that case."
Rosario looked so hot that Jane felt like she would choke with excitement.

The phone rang on her desk, and Jane's brown eyes looked away, returning
seconds later to look into Rosario's equally brown eyes. "I-I'd better take
it, it's Larry". Larry was the CFO.

"No problem. See ya." Jane saw Rosario's denim clad ass turn out of her
doorway and she picked up the phone.

Larry had nothing really important to say, and Jane could not concentrate
on what he was saying anyway. She was so flustered and excited, she could
only mutter agreement when he finished giving her his instructions. He even
asked her if she was alright.

After the call she realized that Larry had asked her to do something quite
involving, so she had to buckle down and get some work done, which made a
change since most of the day had been spent in full on fantasy
mode. Amazingly, she was able to work, even though she could feel her
continuing wetness in her sex as an after effect of her interaction with
Rosario. After 2 hours of rather unpleasant work assembling sales figures,
she got up and walked to give them to Larry. She knew this would take her
past Rosario's office, and as she walked past, she dropped some of her
sheets. They fluttered to the floor and Jane tut-tutted. Jane knew that Roz
would be in her office, and could not fail to see her. She crouched down,
but her skirt was too tight for her to easily get down on her haunches, so
she pulled up her skirt which revealed a superb length of tanned thigh. She
then pretended it was difficult to pick up the papers, her fingers looking
like they were unable to pick up the single sheets scattered about the
floor.  This involved her having to pull her skirt up again to get on her
knees and then bending over and pointing her ass in the direction of Roz's
office as she did so. Rosario in her office could not fail to notice both
Jane's curvy ass but also the long length of her thighs and the lovely
small of her back as she stretched to get the last sheets. Her top, which
already showed a lot of flesh, showing even more around her waist as she
apparently strained to pick up the paper. Twisting on her knees she bent
her knee and lifted her leg up in a model pose, her heel pointing upwards,
just to ram home the point as any observer could see already, that she was
a very sexy woman. Having collected all the paper she got up and pulled her
skirt down, wiggled her ass and then, smiling at Rosario, continued on to
Larry's office.

Larry took her reports without looking up. He was a grumpy person at the
best of times, and her womanly charms seemed not to work even one iota on
him. She went on to the restroom and went into a stall, and pulling her
skirt up, and her panties down, she sat on the toilet seat and began to
masturbate. Her exhibitionist behavior in front of Rosario had aroused once
again, and she knew that she had to cum in order to get any kind of mental
peace for the rest of the day, whatever might happen when she actually went
in to see Rosario in her office. She knew Rosario had watched her because
she noticed her looking intently at her whenever she gyrated her ass and
hips as she apparently struggled to pick up the sheets. Jane knew that if,
by some miracle, Roz did not appreciate her assets already, her little
flirtatious pantomime would have got her motor running. Assuming, of
course, that Rosario had a Sapphic-powered motor.

Jane came very quickly, the pleasure coming in two intense bursts of
orgasm, separated by a couple of seconds. She clenched her teeth and
exhaled as she came, trying not to make a sound in case someone heard
her. It was difficult: Jane was rather prone to vocalizing when having sex,
even when self-induced, so she had to make a special effort to be
quiet. After she finished, she got up and smoothed her skirt – it really
was tight around her hips, and washed her hands. The skirt was such a
pencil that she had to walk one foot in front of the other, like a model on
a catwalk. Combined with her heels it gave her a very sexy walk, but Jane
now rather wished she had put on a looser, but shorter skirt that would
have made her feel less constrained. Opening her legs would be a problem –
not at all what she had in mind she thought, as she clicked into Rosario's
office.

Rosario's office was exactly like Jane's; medium sized, and opening onto a
corridor with some open plan units on the other side of the corridor, their
panels making up the far "wall" of the corridor. Jane realized at once that
this was not private, anyone, could see in when walking past and there was
no way to know when someone was coming. Also, although they could close the
door, she knew that closed doors were no barrier to entry in this
company. Jane felt almost immediately let down, she had been nursing the
hope that she and Rosario could engage in some kind of sexual activity, but
she now thought it would be a difficult, or impossible thing to do
here. The disappointment must have shown on her face, as Rosario greeted
her with a concerned expression.

"Hello Jane, nice to see you, welcome to my office. What's the matter? Have
I done anything wrong?"

"Oh no, it's just...oh nothing".

"That was quite a display you gave me just now. It was for me wasn't it?"
She was smiling. Jane thought for a second, and decided to go for it.

"Yes, I suppose it was. I don't know why I assumed..."

"You've been checking me out, and you like me don't you?" Rosario pulled a
loose strand of her hair back.

"Yes, I guess I do." Jane walked a few steps and sat her ass on the low
filing cabinet. She looked into Rosario's eyes and the gaze was returned,
although Rosario then slowly looked Jane up and down from her eyes to the
tips of her pumps and then returned to gaze at her bare knees and the
smooth curves of her toned calves. Jane looked back at Rosario as she sat
in her chair, from the Cuban heels on her shoes up her skintight jeans to
her luscious hips and then up past her impressive chest back to her
beautiful oval face.

"Well aren't we a pair?" said Rosario quietly. "Yes, I suppose we are."
Jane replied. She shifted on the cabinet.

"Don't do that or you'll give me a heart attack", whispered Rosario, "you
are just too much."

"Me? What about you – with your spray on jeans", Jane whispered back.

"Your legs aren't exactly kept hidden, `specially with all those sexy heels
you always wear", Rosario countered. The two woman fell silent. Jane's
heart was thumping. Someone walked past the office, but neither of the
women looked, they were too intent on looking at each other.

After what seemed a long time, Rosario said, still smiling her sexy
smile. "Well. What's next?"

Jane thought for a moment, took a step over to Rosario, bent down and
whispered in her ear, their hair mingling together as she did so. "I know
what I want to do. I want to take off your clothes and lick you all
over. Every single hot inch of you". She remembered that Natasha had said
something like this to her once, and she have never forgotten the effect it
had had on her.

Rosario's right hand slipped around Jane's knee and she traced her red
nails first down Jane's calf a few inches and then up a few inches, just
high enough to graze the hem of her skirt.

"Oh shit, Jane don't say that, not here, you'll get me all hot and
bothered".

"I'm already steaming and wanting you. I have been for ages."

Jane put her hand on Rosario's crotch and pressed it. Rosario sighed and
Jane's fingers pushed under the waist of her jeans and pushed inside the
tight denim. Rosario shifted in her seat, extending her legs under the
desk, as Jane's exploring fingers felt some pubic hair and then, with the
tip of her index finger, the hard lump of Rosario's aroused clitoris. She
was not wearing underwear. Rosario sighed as Jane started to push and
rotate the sensitive lump of tissue. Rosario's hand was under Jane's skirt
on the back of her thigh, and then sliding up her thigh it slipped in
between her legs and, after making contact with her panties from the back,
the hand started to try to get underneath and into Jane's wet pussy. Jane
squirmed as she felt her panties being pulled down, but she kept on pushing
and probing the wet clit under her finger. Rosario pulled harder and Jane's
panties were now mid-thigh, and then her fingers started to explore Jane's
labia, looking to enter her. When they oriented themselves correctly, three
fingers of her hand slipped into Jane's wet vagina and started to move in
and out and from side to side. Jane's skirt was tight against Rosario's
hand and arm, and there was little room to work her magic. But Jane didn't
care: she was so aroused it mattered not a bit. Rosario only needed to show
her excitement to get Jane to a sexual peak. Rosario was clearly already
gone, and after a couple more rotations and pressure on the wet pussy, Jane
felt her come, her ass lifting off the chair, her back arching and a
suppressed gasp slipping out of her open mouth. The tips of Jane's fingers
were wet as she pulled them from the tight jeans. Rosario's fingers were
holding Jane's panties when she came but she then let go altogether as the
orgasms shot through her.

A woman swept past the door, luckily not looking in, but it made both of
them realize the precariousness of their situation. Rosario was looking
only a little more flushed and excited than Jane.

Jane smiled at Rosario and said "This is yours, and I'm now tasting
you. Hmm" she said as she licked Rosario's sex juices off her fingers. Jane
quickly, if somewhat awkwardly, pulled her panties up and she sat on the
desk looking at Rosario.

"Jane, oh my god. Please close your legs, or you'll make me cum again"

"Roz, I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you got here – please
come to my place, my apartment, and we can finish what we started." Jane's
beautiful face was animated.

"Shhh, for god's sake, not so loud. OK when shall I come?"

"How about tonight?" said Jane. Might as well strike while the iron is hot.

"Can't do tonight, my daughter..."

"Your daughter?" Jane was for some reason amazed that Rosario was a Mom.
"Yeah, but no big deal, I need to get a baby sitter – how about Friday?"

Jane pouted sexily. "I guess so, I don't think I can wait that long"

"Sorry sexy lady, but you're gonna have to wait – I'll make it worth the
wait though."

"OK in that case, I can wait for a girl like you – I'll put on something
to get you going."

"In the office on Friday? Better be careful."

"No, no," Jane replied "I'll put on something for when you come to my place
– you know, to get your passion going". Rosario smiled and licked her
fingers "You can wear nothing if you like since that's what you're going
end up wearing when I get my hands on you baby.

I'll try and hold it until Friday then. Just don't go getting tarted up for
the rest of this week, or you'll get both of us fired as I won't be able to
resist."

Jane gently kissed her on the cheek, but Rosario moved her head and they
ended kissing on the lips. Both of them felt the thrill.

"Bye, then. I'll send you an email for directions". "Bye, and Jane, thank
you for everything" She mouthed the words "You are hot".

"So are you. See you then, if not before – don't walk past my door too
many times" it was Jane's turn to mouth "unless you want to be fucked there
and then". Rosario shrugged and smiled and Jane went out the door. Her
heels clicked on the corridor floor as she returned to her office. She had
a huge smile on her face.

Jane thought, I've judged Rosario correctly and I still have it. Oh my god,
she thought, she really is coming to my apartment for sex. I guess I really
do like women: there's no denying it now. Jane didn't care, she felt
fantastic and so excited. She knew she wouldn't be getting a lot of sleep
until Roz came over. Roll on Friday.