Take Two Orgasms and Call Me In The Morning

Take Two Orgasms and Call Me In The Morning Colleen Thomas Miscolly@aol.com

Mai Takashi descended from the ramp of the plane and made her way towards baggage claim. Everyone turned to stare at her. At five foot ten she was tall for a woman of Japanese descent and that usually caught a few people's eye, but it was the woman who kept their attention. She wore four-inch heels with the ease and grace of long practice. Her black silk stockings were imported from France and hugged her sleek long legs. The royal blue skirt and blazer were tailored to her exact measurements and matched her heels. Beneath the blazer she wore a white silk blouse from Japan. The blouse fit snugly over her small breasts and was clasped at her throat by a stunning azurite pendant.

Mia wore her hair short and her almond eyes were carefully made up to appear larger than they were. She had resisted the temptation to have the few grays colored, feeling that they leant her an air of dignified elegance. At 38 she was still a captivating beauty, but it was the air of command about her that people noticed most. This was only fitting, as president and CEO of Nimbus Pharmaceuticals she was known as one of the toughest and most capable in the industry. Mia made her way easily down the concourse as people dodged out of her way. She looked back only once; to make sure she hadn't lost her personal assistant, Heather.

She smiled as she saw the short blonde digging into her purse for a dollar to give to the handicapped man who hadn't even dreamed of approaching Mia. Heather was such a soft touch, she was one of those people who were so intrinsically sweet that you just couldn't help but like them. Mia waited patiently until the small blonde caught up and then moved off again with her purposeful stride. While they waited for the baggage carousel to bring them their luggage Mia noticed the bruises on Heather's arm. Her beautiful features took on a hard edge and she frowned. If they were what she thought they were, there was going to be hell to pay this time.

At the rent-a-car counter Mia gave her name and was and showed Id. The young woman looked up from her terminal.

"I'm sorry, Miss Takashi, but I can't find your reservation," she said. Before Mia could even open her mouth Heather acted.

"Confirmation number 22345X, Check under your corporate reservations, Nimbus Pharmaceuticals, Corporate ID NIM34," the little blonde said. The girl looked doubtfully at the screen and then typed some things in.

"Oh, I see what happened. You reserved through the 1-800 number. We don't get confirmations on those sometimes, I'm sorry,"

"Well, what are you going to do about it?' Heather said.

"There's nothing we can do Miss, you will have to call the 1- 800 number and talk to them," the girl said snidely. Mia grinned and said nothing, the one time her personal assistant showed any spark was when Mia was crossed.

"Very well, but instead of the 1-800 number why I don't I call Mr. Gallatin's direct line?"

"I'm afraid I don't know who Mr. Gallatin is," the girl said with a slight edge in her voice. Mia sympathized with the girl, she had obviously been up all night at the desk and the problem seemed to be a recurring one.

"Jim Gallatin is the head of the corporate accounts division. Nibus does about 450,000$ annually with your company and the last time this happened he assured me it wouldn't happen again. I am sure he will understand a rude little smart ass desk clerk loosing them a half million dollar a year account,"

"Call whoever you want!" the girl snapped, but before it could escalate any further a young man emerged from an inner office.

"What's going on here?" he demanded. Heather smiled sweetly and showed her confirmation. He turned out to be the manager and the upshot of their conversation was Mia being upgraded to a luxury car at no extra cost and the desk clerk having to apologize for her rudeness. As they got in the care Mia studied her PA closely, but it was gone. The fire had faded and it was just sweet little Heather again.

Heather sat in the comfortable leather seat as the car flew along the freeway. Her mind wasn't on the ride or her boss, but on the doctor she had visited yesterday. Dr. Jacobs was such a sweet man and he had tried very hard to get her to file charges against Jimbo and move to the women's shelter. She had of course refused, Jimbo was a good man, he was just down on his luck and he hadn't hit her very hard this time anyway. She wouldn't have been thinking of the doctor at all if it weren't for the strange sensations she was feeling. He had given her a prescription for a new anti-depressant and she was trying to remember his exact words.

"Now Mrs. Wilson, this is a new drug and it has some rather serious side effects. The most common is sexual dysfunction in men, which you obviously don't have to worry about, but in rare cases it has the reverse effect on women. Stop taking it immediately if you experience abdominal pain, blood in your urine or dizziness,"

He had listed a lot of other uncommon side effects, but Heather was having a hard time remembering them. Each bump in the road caused a delicious friction as her stiff nipples rubbed against the coarse material of her rather severe bra. The sensations had been pleasant at first, but after 30 minutes on the concrete highway they were becoming increasingly distracting. She tried hard to concentrate on what Mia was saying, but the maddening rubbing against her supersensitive nipples made it impossible. She felt a mild twinge in her soaked pussy and bit her lip.

Oh god, she thought. Not here, not now! With no more warning than that she moaned softly despite her best efforts and fought back every impulse to be more vocal as her pussy spasmed in delight. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through her system, blotting out everything else.

"Heather? Heather? Heather!"

"What? I'm sorry," she said dreamily. He boss was staring at her with a strange expression.

"Did you just have an orgasm?" Mia asked incredulously. Heather blushed scarlet. She had never been so embarrassed in all her life, but she nodded her head slightly.

"It's the new drug the doctor has me on," she said. Her voice was husky, still thick with pleasure and sounded unnatural.

"If there's a drug out there that brings orgasms, sign me up," Mia said laughing. Heather smiled and hugged herself tightly. She tried to adjust her bra to keep it off her still very sensitive nipples, which was of course impossible.

"Its not supposed to bring orgasms, it's just an anti depressant, but the motion of the car on my nipples was too much," Heather said, trying to get her breathing under control.

"You can cum just from have your nipples played with?"

"I suppose so," the pretty blonde in the frumpy pantsuit said.

"What's it called?" Mia asked curiously.

"I don't remember, I can show you when we get to the conference center, they are in my bag," Heather replied.

"Why are you on anti-depressants honey? Is Jimbo hitting you again?" Mia asked. Heather loved her boss; she was so kind and always concerned. She hated to talk bad about her husband, but Mia was her only friend as well as her boss.

"A few times. He's drinking hard again," she said staring out at the road. She didn't see the look of rage that passed over Mia's features, but was quickly suppressed.

"So he's selling drugs again," Mia said in an icy voice.

"Oh no, no he promised me he wouldn't," Heather said turning back to her boss.

"Where is he getting the money then?" Mia asked. Heather had no answer for that.

With breathtaking suddenness Mia changed the subject back to the Hazelton account. The rest of the trip was pleasant enough and Heather was glad when the car came to a stop and the bellhops came out to fetch their bags. A few more minutes of that and she would have cum again.

Mia looked at the small bottle of pills and typed the name into the Merk manual she kept loaded on her laptop. She skipped the diagnostic synopsis and went straight to the side effects once she assured herself that the picture on her screen matched the small blue pills in the bottle. The common and uncommon side effects were pretty standard for anti-depressants, but it was the rare ones that caused her to raise an eyebrow.

In rare instances female patients may experience heightened tactile sensation, especially in the erogenous zones. This can be accompanied by increased sexual appetite and in rare cases spontaneous orgasm. Impaired judgment, loosening of inhibitions and blackouts have been reported in less than .04% of cases.

Mia read the passage again as she stood up and removed her blazer. She wondered if anyone had considered just refining the drug for that second effect alone, the one who did would make a mint she thought as a smile played across her face. That would explain why hopelessly conservative little Heather was moaning like a bitch in heat and cumming in the rent-a-car.

As Mia removed the pendant she thought again about her secretary. Heather was definitely the best personal assistant in the business. She attended personally to every detail of every transaction and Mia was never late or uninformed. No matter what came up, the small blonde had always made contingency plans to make sure her boss wasn't inconvenienced or embarrassed. For the last five years they had worked together for five days a week and had become the best of friends. Today at the rent-a-car counter had been no fluke, Heather was always on top of things like that.

It almost hadn't happened, Mia mused as she removed the delicate silk blouse. Mia had taken over as head of her father's company five years ago when she began divorce proceedings against Wilbert McDonald, her then husband. Her first action had been to strip him of his title as president and CEO of the company when she caught him in their marriage bed with her sister. Only after he was no longer controlling her company had she started divorce proceedings. She had become president and CEO herself and immediately she started interviewing for a personal assistant. Mia smiled as she hung up the expensive blouse. I was so hopelessly straight back then, she thought.

Her plan had been to get a hunky male PA and go from there, but her lawyer had advised against it. She told Mia that she was suing one of the wealthiest men in the U.S. for divorce and she would have to avoid even the faintest whiff of impropriety on her part until the proceedings were over. Mia hadn't even interviewed a woman for the position, but she trusted her lawyer too much to ignore the advice. Heather Wilson had chosen that very moment to walk in looking for a job. Mia had hired her on the spot after seeing her resume, which was most impressive. She had only had to inquire about the last four years in which Heather hadn't worked.

The small blonde in the out of date business dress had told her that she had married a man named Jimbo Wilson. He was a floor foreman at a downtown shipping firm and had forbidden her to work. He had been laid off last January, she related and had steadfastly refused to take a job that was "beneath" himself. He had assented to let his vastly better educated wife seek a job when his unemployment had run out. Mia had hired her on impulse, as much out of anger towards men as because she thought the girl would be good. Mia had expected to drop Heather as soon as the divorce was final anyway, and how long could that take? Mia had showed Heather where she would be working and left for dinner with a male friend. She had almost been to the restaurant when her lawyer's words came back to her. She ruefully canceled the date and in doing so began a five-year odyssey of self-discovery.

Mia was outgoing and gregarious, but making sure she was never in the company of unattached men meant she spent a lot more time with her women friends. They were all high-powered executives like she was and many were lesbians. As the divorce dragged on it became almost inevitable that one of them would put a move on her and to her surprise Mia found herself in bed with a longtime friend and business associate named Elaine. Her first step had been the discovery she enjoyed sex with another woman.

For a while she thought of herself as bi, but when Wilbert finally relented and gave her the divorce she made her second discovery, she didn't really like men. She had taken three male lovers in a very short period of time only to discover that they did nothing for her compared to the women she was also seeing. Mia's second discovery, that she was gay carried her to her next one.

No longer tied to her close circle of friends and free to pursue lovers at her leisure she discovered that she was a top. She first realized she was a top when she took a little programmer from work home for an evening. Mia had assumed she was a bottom because she loved sex with her top friends so much, but that first night with a true submissive had made it readily apparent she was better suited to control than she was to being controlled. That had been six months ago and she had gone out and purchased a strapon dildo, but she never got to use it. Her new lover turned out to be part of a drug ring that was stealing trial lots of psychotropics from the company's warehouse. Her new lover was actually the ring's inside person who altered the computer records to cover the thefts.

The thieves were caught by internal security and rather than face a series of scandals, including her new predilection, Mia worked out a deal to let them all go if they kept quiet. That had lead to her breakdown and indirectly to her next discovery. For three long months she had languished in a crisis ward. At first there had been many visitors, friends, family, associates, but after the second week only one person came to see her regularly. Heather came every evening, rain or shine and spent at least an hour with her. Forbidden by the doctors to discuss business they had talked about everything else and Mia had learned a great deal about her PA.

Much had not been said, but the intelligent and perceptive CEO had read between the lines. Jimbo was a complete scumbag, in Mia's opinion. He abused his doting wife, spent his days squandering their little money on drinks and powerball at the local bars and occasionally sold drugs to make extra cash for himself. Was it then? Mia asked herself. Yes, definitely it was then that she realized she had developed a crush on her pretty PA. When she found herself hating Jimbo Wilson intensely for the pain and suffering and humiliation he caused such a gentle soul.

She paused as she removed her delicate silk bra. And now? she asked herself. Yes, it was just now that she admitted to herself that it had gone far beyond a crush; she was hopelessly in love with Heather. Mia tossed the bra on the bed and her fingers had just found the zipper on her skirt when a red warning on the computer screen caught her eye. She moved closer and read it a second time just to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

If side effects are present do not consume Alcohol as it may intensify the effects.

Intensify? Lets see, it makes you horny, super sensitive and not too concerned with what you have to do to satisfy that itch? Mia smiled and shook her head. You couldn't have made a drug that is more what I need, she thought. She had tired so hard to make Heather see her as more than a friend and boss. Mia had progressed from subtle hints and off hand compliments to leaving a lesbian romance novel on her desk for a week, but Heather never responded at all.

A call to her folks had been revealing. Mia had pretended it was for a reference as Heather was being considered for a promotion. Her mother described her daughter as pretty, vivacious and full of life. Her father had proven to be a redneck, in the worst sense of the word. He was glad she had married a "real" man like Jimbo and not the "art fag" she had been seeing at school. He loved his son-in-law, especially for staying with Heather after the doctors told her she couldn't have children. Mia had been forced to take the rest of the day off and go home to shower; she had felt so incredibly dirty after talking to the man. After that Mia had given up on ever getting Heather into her bed and contented herself with slowly trying to rebuild the girl's shattered self-esteem. She had tried unsuccessfully to get Heather to spruce up her drab wardrobe, but to no avail.

"Alcohol may intensify the effect eh?" she said out loud.

Mia stood stock still, the zipper of her skirt forgotten. In her mind's eye she saw Heather Wilson spread eagle and naked in her bed. The girl's nipples were hard and her pussy gaped open, screaming for attention. She had that same far away expression Mia had witnessed in the car. Mia's mind snapped back to the present when her dream Heather softly moaned out her name. The CEO's nipples were hard and the aureoles puckered, she wondered how long she had been standing there daydreaming.

She finished unzipping her skirt and noticed the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her silky panties. Mia lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and with rapid, demanding strokes brought herself to orgasm. When she rose she went and took a quick shower. Her movements had become purposeful and rapid. Once bathed, she wrapped one of the hotel's robes around herself and called room service.

After the bellhop arrived she took the cup of steaming coffee from the tray and sat at the table. The red warning on her screen seemed to beckon her. Mia Takashi had not made it to the top of her industry by being squeamish. There were always moral and ethical compromises that a successful CEO had to make. Mia had made so many of them she no longer even considered them. This one she did consider, but when she remembered the bruises on Heather's arm her face became hard.

She picked up the phone and called Heather's room.

"Yes?" the soft voice replied. Mia's breath caught in her throat, the girl sounded like she was about to orgasm and it turned the older woman on immensely.

"Hey, I feel like going out to dinner tonight, want to come?" Mia asked, hoping her own voice was under control.

"Sure,"

"Great, I know a little Italian place, I'll come get you around seven," Mia said. Once she hung up the phone she smiled wickedly.

"And if I am lucky, I will be cumming by ten," she said to herself.

Her plan was simple. First she would make sure Heather took her medicine. She had an inkling that the conservative young woman would decide to stop rather than face the embarrassment her arousal caused her. Next, Mia would take her to a romantic little restaurant and ply her with drinks. If she were lucky, that would lead to coming back to her place and a seduction. Mia was nothing if not confident and she was sure that if she ever got her lovely personal assistant's panties off Heather would never go back to the Bozo. She loved Heather and having her lover and soulmate as her co-worker would make her life complete. She was tired of the games, tired of chasing girls, she wanted something permanent and she wanted it with Heather Wilson.

Her only problem was Jimbo. Scumbag though he was he had his claws in the little blonde. He wouldn't let her go and he had done such a through job of trampling her self-esteem he would be hard to compete with. He would have to be removed from the picture if her long-term plans were to succeed. She had a few innovative ideas on how to do that. Mia's face became cold and her eyes were as hard as flints while she dialed a long distance number.

"Elaine Marquette, attorney at law," the receptionist said.

"May I speak to Ms. Marquette," Mia asked.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Marquette is in consultation, may I take a message?"

"Tell her Mia Takashi is on the line and it's long distance," Mia said.

"Hold please," the pleasant voice replied and was replaced with Beethoven's third. After a few moments she heard a click.

"Mia darling, what can I do for you?"

"Hello beautiful. I need a favor. Are you still banging that cute little DA? What's her name?"

"Victoria? Yes, I am still fucking her. In fact we are in consultation right now," the amused voice came back

"Say hello to Ms. Mia my dear," Elaine said into the receiver.

"Hello Ms. Takashi," a strained voice dutifully called.

"Good darling," Elaine said as she returned the receiver to her ear.

"I assume "consultation" means she is under your desk eating your pussy?" Mia had to say with a grin playing at her lips.

"Actually Victoria has been quite naughty. She refused a plea bargain with one of my clients, so now I am going to have to go to court and waste my valuable time," Elaine said petulantly. There was another click and the hollow resonance Mia recognized as a speakerphone.

"There we go, tell Ms. Mia where you are Victoria,"

"I am bent over mistress's desk, Ms. Mia," the strained voice replied.

"And what am I doing?"

"You're fucking me," the voice breathed with a groan.

"Tell Ms. Mia where,"

"In my tight little ass," the voice came back. There was a grunt that sounded like it forced the air from the poor girl's lungs.

"And what am I fucking you with?"

"A dildo,"

"Which one?" Elaine said. Mia could hear the tension in her friend's voice and the rhythmic slapping of her hips against the DA's backside.

"The big one," Victoria whimpered.

"Now, what can I do for you?" Elaine said as she picked the receiver back up. Mia outlined what she needed.

"That's positively devious. May I ask what this man has done to you?" Elaine said when Mia had finished. The dark haired woman saw no reason to lie, but she also knew Elaine. If she said she was in love with Heather it would hurt her standing with the high-powered attorney, to whom love was a sign of weakness. Better to sound like a horny top than a love sick waif Mia decided.

"He's married to my secretary and I can't get the little bitch's legs spread until he is out of the way," Mia said. Elaine cackled with delight.

"I'm going to put you back on speaker dear. You just tell Little Miss. Smarty Pants here exactly what you want. I'll make sure the message is driven home,"

"I'm sure you will," Mia said chuckling. As she waited for her friend to transfer back to speakerphone she made a promise. This I am going to do for you Heather, even if you end up despising me. He won't ever hit you again.

As she hung up the phone Heather realized she had nothing to wear. She was sitting in a chair wearing one of the hotel's robes and a worn pair of cotton panties. The robe was open so it didn't touch her breasts and the crotch of her panties was soaked. Heather pulled her hand back from her crotch and frowned. That's the fourth time in an hour, she thought. First when I was watching TV, then when I was trying to read, later when I was looking out the window and just now when I was talking to my sexy boss, what's come over me? She clenched her hands tightly on the wooden arms of her chair, as if that would make them behave.

"My sexy boss?" she asked out loud. Where on earth did that come from? she thought. Well, I guess she is pretty sexy, I mean with that body and those eyes and her presence and all. And of course she is so nice and friendly and sweet. I guess I could see how a guy would go for her. Of course Jim didn't like her, but he had never seen her dressed up. Heather remembered the one time Jim had seen her employer. Last week Heather had stayed late to help with the paperwork for this week's conference. She had been riding the train for the last few days because the car was dead and they didn't have any money to fix it. Jim kept saying he would do it and had gotten angry when she offered to call a mechanic so Heather just walked and rode the train now.

It has started to storm before they were done and Mia had refused to let her walk home in the rain. Of course she had asked Mia in, it was only polite. She remembered the two of them, soaked and giggling bursting into the house to find Jim passed out drunk in his stained boxers and a ratty t- shirt. Heather had been so embarrassed, but Mia had just laughed it off. Jim had thrown an almost empty beer can at them and cursed before rolling back over and passing out again. Heather remembered how Mia looked then, black hair falling softly on her face and dusted with droplets of water, eyes laughing happily. She remembered how she had easily been able to see the peach bra Mia wore under the wet white blouse..

A jagged bolt of pleasure shot through her and Heather moaned. She looked down in horror to find her hand gently stroking the wet crotch of her panties. Heather snatched her hand away from her pussy like it burned and muttered to herself. No more anti-depressant, she swore as she stood and hurried to the bathroom. The pretty blonde ran a cold shower and stood under the frigid water, hoping it would somehow cool the fires burning in her body. If anything the water had the opposite effect, making her already sensitive nipples stand out rigidly from her small aureoles. She got out of the shower and dried off then collapsed on her bed. There was no way she could go through the rest of the afternoon like this.

Closing her eyes, she hesitantly began to caress her sensitive breasts. She slid one hand down and began to gently stroke her already wet lips. She hurriedly stroked herself, pushing for orgasm as quickly as she could get it. Much like intercourse with Jim she had learned to will herself to orgasm quickly or do without. More often than not she did without, unless he had been hitting the coke. The sex was wonderful then, but he was so mean when on drugs it wasn't worth it.

Heather imagined herself having sex with a partner who thoroughly fucked her. She was fast approaching her orgasm when her dream lover looked up. Even as the first contraction hit her, Heather's eyes shot open in horror. Her dream lover's face had been none other than her beautiful oriental boss. The orgasm she experienced was stronger than any she had ever known before.

Heather slept afterwards and awoke feeling more or less herself. It was nearly six o'clock and she rose slowly and blinked hard. She had had the most erotic dreams, all centered on her dark haired boss. She felt no burning need now, and for the first time that day her nipples were not stiff. Heather glanced at her few clothes and cringed. She always dressed down and tired not to show her natural beauty. Jim got so angry when she used makeup or wore anything revealing. She told herself she should be flattered by his jealousy, but she did sometimes wish she had nice things like she wore back in college.

Heather picked up the heavy, ugly bra that Jim had ordered for her and began the complicated procedure for putting it on. The heavy material, straps and buckles were designed to flatten her chest. It was painful at first, but over time she had become used to its constrictive grip. Plain cotton panties that were wearing thin in places were next and then her last pair of panty hose. She was happy to see they didn't have a run in them, not that she showed her legs often anyway. Heather kept a small portion of each paycheck for her wardrobe. She thought she kept it well hidden, but apparently Jim had found it and so she was having to scrape by until next payday. She only owned one dress, a large sacklike one that had a pretty floral print on it. She washed her face carefully and put her hair back. Looking into the mirror she forced a smile. It wasn't pretty, but it was the way her man wanted her to dress so she did it without a complaint.

There was a knock at the door and Heather rushed to open it. She tried very hard not to stare as Mia smiled at her. The oriental woman wore a jade green silk dress that hugged every curve. It fell to mid thigh and her long legs were encased in black stockings. A silver anklet set off high heels in the same color as the dress and silver dragon earrings accentuated her beautiful face. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that Heather felt ugly just being near her.

"Oh Mia, I didn't realize we were going some place that ritzy. Can't we just get a pizza or something?"

"Of course not, I've already made reservations at Toni's for nine," Mia said easily.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything to wear, I wasn't expecting to go out someplace nice," Heather said hesitantly, but her boss took her hand and locked eyes with her.

"Would it have mattered?" Mia said in a soft tone.

"Well, of course it would have I."

"You what? Would have found an excuse not to go? I bet that's the only dress you own isn't it?" Mia said, her voice still soft. Heather nodded and put her head down.

"Let's go down to the galleria and fix that," Mia said.

"Oh Mia, I can't. Jim found my wardrobe money. I can't even afford new stockings," Heather said despondently.

"He hasn't found mine," her boss said with a wink, "but first here's your medicine,"

Mia watched closely as Heather took the bottle of pills. She looked at it dubiously and then set it on the nightstand.

"Shouldn't you take one before we go out?" Mia asked innocently.

"I don't think I am going to take them anymore," Heather said hesitantly.

"Of course you are," Mia said as she went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water. She opened the bottle and poured out one of the blue pills and handed it to her secretary. As soon as Heather looked up and opened her mouth to protest, Mia was ready.

"I won't take no for an answer Heather. Taking yourself off of prescribed medication is dangerous. You can stop taking them once you see your doctor, if he feels it's necessary, but you are too valuable for me to loose you for any period of time," Mia said sternly. She felt an inner sense of triumph when Heather smiled at the compliment and took the pill. Mia surreptitiously slipped the bottle into her PA's purse while she was putting the glass away.

"Come on," Mia said handing Heather her ugly purse and pushing her out the door.

The conference center had a mall built into it. The stores were all very expensive and Mia sensed Heather growing anxious as they entered. She had already scoped out the place and intentionally steered them past a small bar.

"How bout a drink before we start?' Mia said casually.

"I don't think I can drink while on my medicine," Heather said.

"I don't remember any warnings, check the bottle," Mia said. She knew there would be no warning, she had carefully peeled off the little sticker herself.

"I don't have it with me,"

"Yes you do, you stuck it into your purse after you took you pill, don't you remember?" Mia said. Heather fished in her purse and seemed puzzled when she found the bottle. She seemed even more puzzled when she could find no warning label on it.

"See?" Mia said and guided the still confused woman into the bar. They both had a drink and then Mia dragged Heather over to the high-end lingerie shop. Mia tried to control her heartbeat as she moved to the hosiery rack and selected a pair of sheer black stockings. She made sure they weren't stay ups before handing them to Heather. Heather accepted them and then blushed a deep red.

"Oh, I don't wear stocking stockings, I meant pantyhose," she said. She seemed to be less ill at ease and Mia decided to press her luck.

"In that case we will have to get you a garterbelt or two won't we?"

"Oh, I couldn't!" Heather protested, but her eyes were sparkling as she surveyed all the feminine things around her.

"Of course you can, grab a basket and since I am buying you will just have to let me choose won't you?" Mia said. Her tone was still kind, but she added just a bit of sternness. It wasn't a command, but it wasn't quite a request either.

"I guess so," Heather said doubtfully. Mia selected one in black and one in white and added three more pairs of stockings to the basket Heather now carried.

"Now for bras, what size do you take?"

"Oh, they won't have the kind of bra I wear here," Heather said.

"Of course they do, what size are you?" Mia asked.

"34-D," Heather murmured so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

"Pardon me?" Mia said in disbelief. She had only asked to get her sexy little PA to loosen up and talk. She had guessed the young woman wore a B cup, at the very most a C.

"I wear a 34-D," she said quietly, "Jimbo said I looked like a cow, so he got me special bras from online. That's why I knew they wouldn't have the kind I wear here," Heather said in a very small voice. Mia was caught between insane anger and a wildly rising lust. She couldn't even imagine tits like that on Heather's petite frame. The very thought sent her own hormones raging. On the other hand she wanted to kill the heartless son of a bitch who would say something like that to such a sensitive young woman.

What kind of man could be that cruel, Mia asked herself in disbelief. The same kind who raises hell when she uses makeup, refuses to let her wear anything that doesn't fall at least to her ankles and makes up excuses for why they can't buy her new clothes, she thought. In short a useless motherfucker who is afraid she will get some attention from someone, wake up and leave his sorry ass.

"Perhaps they don't have the kind you wear, but they do have some nice ones," Mia said, hoping to keep the rage from her voice.

"But." Heather began.

"No but's," Mia interrupted. She moved brusquely to the bra display and began digging through the drawers. Mia selected five eventually, 2 silk, 2 satin and one darling one in red lace. Her mouth was watering by the time she finished, imagining those succulent tits Heather had been hiding from her. Beneath that lust burned a frightening rage at her PA's good for nothing husband.

"What kind of panties do you wear? Bikini or thong?" Mia said, grinning wickedly as Heather blushed and lowered her eyes.

"I usually just get whatever is cheapest at Wal-Mart,"

"In that case we will try a few pairs of each to see which you like better," Mia said and proceeded to pick some out. Digging through the basket she selected the black stockings, garterbelt, bra and a tiny black thong. She took the basket from Heather's hands and shoved the few items towards her.

"Go ahead and try them on," Mia said.

"Oh, I couldn't," Heather said with wide eyes.

"You have to honey, you don't want to have to come back and return them do you?"

"Well, I guess I should," she said eyeing the small amount of material she had in her hands dubiously. As soon as she was safely in the dressing room Mia sauntered up to the counter and asked a sales girl to come assist her.

"Need some help in there?" Mia called as they returned to the dressing cubes.

"No! Everything fits fine," Heather called. Mia was hoping she was loosened up; she was dying for a peak of what she hoped would be her dessert.

"Well, come on out and let's see," Mia said, hoping her voice didn't betray her lust.

"You can't be serious," Heather called back.

"Of course I am serious, now get your fanny out here, we are going to be late otherwise," Mia said. Her voice again carried a slight edge, not too much, but she was beginning to see that Heather responded better to commands than requests. As Mia expected the door opened and the young woman hesitantly stepped out.

Heather looked like a vision. The black lingerie set off her naturally pale skin and somehow wearing the sexy under things made her stand straighter and slouch less. Her blonde hair fell in a soft cascade to her shoulders. Those petite shoulders seemed incapable of supporting the huge soft orbs of her breasts. The satin shimmered and Mia was pleased to notice that Heather's nipples were already making tents in the soft fabric. Her trim waist blended gracefully into soft hips and a teardrop ass. The thong was almost indecently small and just barely covered what looked to be a trim little pussy. Her long legs looked superbly muscled and Mia could easily imagine them wrapped around her. No wonder that prick keeps her dressed like a granny, Mia thought as she drank in Heather's natural beauty.

"Could you ring those up with the rest? She'll be wearing them out," Mia finally managed to say. She quickly stepped into the boot and eyed the strange bra with its straps and buckles before grabbing it and the plain worn out panties.

"Put these in the bag too if you don't mind,' she said. Heather stood there looking helpless, but dutifully stepped back into the booth when Mia nodded towards it.

The next shop was a fashionable clothier where Mia picked out a powder blue silk blouse and brown knee length suede skirt for her PA. She noticed approvingly that Heather didn't protest or even try to change back into her hideous dress.

Mia next dragged her charge to the small salon for a makeover. Heather seemed torn between loving the attention and defying her husband's edicts. Mia didn't really give a damn about Jimbo's orders, the more she could get Heather to ignore the better.

They ran upstairs to drop off the packages and Mia noted with a smile that Heather was taking longer in the bathroom than was necessary.

Heather stared at herself in the mirror. She hadn't looked this good since college. She shivered when she moved. The satin cups of the bra were far worse on her now stiff nipples than that monstrosity she had been wearing in the car was. Her breasts swayed when she moved and even bounced under the blouse when she experimentally jumped. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen them do that, she rarely used a mirror at home. Her breasts were a secondary consideration however; the thong was driving her mad. The soft satin was pulled tightly against her asshole and she had never thought anything could feel so wildly erotic. Her pussy twitched each time she moved and the cool material caressed her.

"Hurry up in there," Mia called. Something in her friend's voice had changed. Heather couldn't quite put a finger on it, but it seemed sexier now, more commanding and confident. She took one more look and then scampered out to meet Mia.

The whole ride to the restaurant Heather shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Well, uncomfortably wasn't the word really. Between the bra caressing her nipples as they gently swayed to the rhythm of the highway, the thong pulling against her pussy and ass and the maddening sensation of the stockings on her legs she was close to orgasm when Mia pulled the car into the parking lot.

Toni's was a small romantic Italian restaurant in the heart of the entertainment district. Mia had selected it carefully for the small cozy booths, soft music and because they served wine with every dish. Heather felt a minor tremor run through her body when she opened the car door and turned to get out. The motion caused the thong to pull tight against her now soaked lips and she bit her tongue to keep from moaning. Mia came around the car and offered her hand, which Heather gladly took. The tall oriental woman opened the door and held it for her, which Heather found sweet.

The restaurant was cozy and the lights dim. A tuxedoed waiter showed them to a small booth and Mia slid in across from her. Some of the men in the room gave her boss long stares and for some strange reason Heather felt a pang of jealousy.

Mia seemed not to notice, but once the waiter arrived with the menu's she glanced over at two of the men.

"Looks like they are checking you out," she casually observed.

"Not me, you" Heather said, perhaps a bit too quickly. Mia smiled and lowered her menu. She leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially.

"Want to make them stop?"

"Yes," Heather said automatically. She didn't know why it was so important to her, but the hungry glances they were casting at Mia were really beginning to bother her. Mia smiled and put her menu flat on the table and then motioned for Heather to do the same. Once she did her older boss reached out and gently took both of Heather's hands in her own. Her skin was softer than silk and Heather found it hugely distracting when Mia began to gently caress her hands.

"W..What are you doing?" Heather said haltingly. The woman's hands were so soft and the caress so gentle, no one had ever touched her so tenderly. Heather felt this was somehow wrong, but she could not deny that it sent her heart racing.

"Shhhh," Mia whispered in that sexy voice, "Tell me when they are looking again,"

Heather tried to concentrate on the guys at the table, but Mia's hands were driving her to distraction. It wasn't just that she was sensitive, those hands were so gentle, so infinitely loving. It wasn't so much the sexual charge she was getting, although that was undeniable; it was the love she felt in those long fingers.

The two men turned at the same time to check Mia out and Heather's eyes flashed when she saw those hungry stares.

"They're looking," she hissed.

Mia leaned across the table and pressed her lips to Heather's in a single fluid motion. Heather started, but didn't pull away and when Mia's active tongue aggressively pressed against her lips she parted them. Mia's tongue thrust into her mouth and greedily explored the sweet cavern. Heather could feel Mia's tongue as it caressed her cheeks and searched the corners out. It felt wild, wonderful and her pussy twitched in delight. Her body sang with an unnamed happiness and the feeling of joy that suffused her being was indescribable. Mia broke the kiss and sat back.

"Are they still staring?" she asked. Heather was too stunned to look.

"Why did you do that?" she asked in confusion. Mia giggled and leaned closer to her.

"If they think we are a couple of dykes they will leave us alone and we can enjoy our meal in peace,"

Heather had been sure something had passed between them in that kiss, but Mia seemed so matter of fact about it and it did kinda make sense that they would have no reason to keep staring. She glanced over to see the two men talking heatedly to one another, but they seemed to be paying them no attention now.

"I guess so," Heater said hesitantly. She took another sip of her wine and tried to convince herself that what she had felt was her imagination. Mia excused herself to go to the restroom and Heather licked absently at her lips. Something tasted strange and she blushed again when she realized what she tasted was her boss's lipstick.

Mia stood before the mirror and examined her face. A little flushed she thought, but after a kiss like that what could you expect? Mia was growing more confident, she could feel Heather falling under her sway. Mia had no intention of being a mistress in the way Elaine was. She knew now that Heather was a total co-dependant. Mia wanted to be there for her, to teach her to stand up for herself and eventually to be her VP at Nibus. She knew it would be a long road, but she was patient. The girl had not always been a doormat, the way she handled the girl at the rent-a-car counter told Mia that. She had simply fallen for an evil, manipulative bastard.

It would take time to undo the damage Jimbo had done and ages to heal the wounds he had inflicted on her self- confidence and self-esteem. Mia hoped she could do it, she was prepared to try, but if she failed and the damage was just too great, she wanted to be the one Heather was dependent on. She knew she would never.could never harm the girl she loved so much.

Mia smiled and undid the top two buttons on her dress. Her pert breasts were noting compared to Heather's rack, but it did show off her cleavage. Now for the teasing, she thought and grinned as she exited the ladies room.

When she returned to the table and sat down Heather's eyes went immediately to her breasts. Mia exulted inwardly, but outwardly she remained calm and seemed to be absorbed in her menu. With a small grin she feigned that she couldn't read the menu and pushed it closer to the flickering candle at the center of the table. She held it there a few moments, leaning over and studying it, knowing that Heather was staring down her dress at her tits. The girl's hands were in her lap, and Mia had to wonder if she wasn't gently massaging herself through her skirt.

The waiter approached and Mia straightened up. She ordered for herself and before the waiter could turn for Heather also. She also ordered drinks for them both, a scotch on the rocks for herself and a Pina colada for the small blonde. Heather made no protest and Mia sat back. She wasn't sure what to do now that they were waiting on dinner. Heather looked edible; her face had that dreamy expression Mia found so wildly exciting, almost like someone was under the table eating her out. As nice as it sounded Mia fought back the impulse to do just that. She noticed Heather was staring at the table with the two guys again.

"Something wrong?" Mia asked.

"Those two guys are checking you out again," she said with a petulant little frown. Mia found the jealousy in the girl's voice to be music to her ears. She wondered how far she dared push the girl, but her confidence had grown to the point she was willing to take some risks.

"What should we do?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe we should kiss again," the blonde said with a shy smile. Mia smiled and leaned forward and Heather did the same. This kiss wasn't like the first one, she didn't have to thrust her tongue against the girl's soft lips, and they parted at first contact. Their tongues twined and they kissed deeply, Mia could feel the girl's hunger in the way she sucked on her tongue. The older woman had to break the kiss before she stood up, scooped this beautiful woman up and carried her out to the car.

When she eased back she found Heather's eyes still tightly closed and her soft lips slightly parted. She looked so beautiful that it almost hurt. The waiter returned with their drinks and broke the spell. Mia sipped her scotch and waited for the two young men to give her an opening. She knew from experience that nothing caught and kept the attention of young men like two women kissing. Their food had barely arrived when Mia saw Heather's eyes shoot to the table and the young men. Inwardly she laughed, you could always count on men to be boys.

"They're staring again," she almost whined.

"Maybe they don't believe we're lovers," Mia said in a neutral tone.

"We can't just keep kissing," Heather said. She was staring daggers at the two young men and Mia found it to be cute as well as exciting.

"I've got an idea, do you think they can see under the table from where they are?"

"I think they can," Heater said without taking her smoldering blue eyes off the two men. Mia nodded and casually slipped off one of her shoes. She straightened her leg until her stocking clad toe made contact with Heather's calf. The blonde jumped and gasped. Mia smiled at her and slowly dragged her foot up her PA's calf. Heather looked like a deer caught in the headlights, trapped between the intense physical stimulation and fear. Mia smiled and leaned forward. She lowered her voice to a bedroom whisper before speaking.

"You have to act like you are enjoying it, or they won't buy it,"

Heather nodded slowly. Mia could tell the drinks were combining with the drugs to lower her inhibitions. She decided to go for broke now, casting caution to the wind.

"You do enjoy it don't you? You like the feeling of my stockings on your leg don't you baby?" Mia coaxed. Heather nodded slowly.

"Then smile for the boys and spread your legs a little bit, don't fight it, just do what comes naturally,"

Mia couldn't contain a triumphant grin when she felt Heather's legs move, opening her thighs. Mia worked her foot up the girl's calf, watching as her eyes closed and she slowly licked her lips. She paused to toy with her knee for just a moment and then delved between her heated thighs. She worked her foot along each one, carefully gripping and massaging with her toes. Mia's eyes never left Heather's face. She watched in mounting excitement as the blonde took her lower lip between her teeth and silently chewed on it. Mia reveled in the feeling when her toe found her garter clasp and traced up it, passing over the top of her stocking and sliding against bare flesh.

Heather's nostrils flared and she was furiously chewing her lip. Mia continued to watch the girl's face as her toes traced up the garter. She knew she was close to heaven when she felt warm skin on both sides of her foot. As tall as she was Mia was still forced to lean back in her seat and let her ass slide to the edge of the warm leather to keep going. Heather moaned softly when Mia slipped her foot back gently, but the CEO wasn't finished. She straightened her leg, pushing it out all the way and felt her toes bump against Heather's mound. The blonde groaned, not loud enough for anyone but Mia to hear, but that loud enough.

"Spread your legs more, and lean back. Let your hips come forward just a little," Mia whispered in her most seductive voice. She didn't have to use a stern voice this time, Heather was obviously totally lost in sensation. She did as she was told and Mia pressed the ball of her foot tightly to the girl's pussy. She made a slow circular motion, varying pressure as she watched Heather moving towards her climax.

Heather was adrift on a sea of pleasure. The restaurant, the boys, the food had all long since faded into the background of her consciousness. The only things that mattered now were the tingling sensations from her pussy and her boss's sexy voice.

"You like that don't you?" Mia asked. Heather could only nod. She felt it building in her stomach, an orgasm was coming and for the first time in ages she wasn't hurried. The tingling in her pussy, the aching in her nipples and the sharp clenching and unclenching in her ass, all were wonderful. No matter what Jim or her parents had taught her, there was no way feeling like this could be wrong. The signals from her body were so overwhelmingly strong, that she thought they would be frightening in their intensity if they didn't feel so wonderful.

"Your about to cum aren't you Heather?" that wonderful voice whispered. When Heather didn't respond the lovely rubbing at her crotch stopped. She humped her pussy against Mia's foot, but the oriental woman withdrew it slightly.

"Aren't you?"

"Yesssssss," Heater hissed. As soon as she responded the wonderful rubbing resumed causing her to nearly cry out in joy. She was so close now. She wanted it. She had to have it.

"Who's going to make her little angel cum?" Mia whispered.

"Ohhhhhh, you are Mia," the small woman moaned. Heather balled up her napkin and pressed it into her mouth as she felt the first contraction hit her. A white hot ball of fire was burning in her pussy and it spread outward in pulses that were so intense they defied description. Her mind fought through each wave as she desperately tried to keep enough of her wits about her to stay silent. During the build up she had almost forgotten she was in a restaurant, but now that she was in the throes of her orgasm she was acutely aware of it. It was so outrageous and wicked, that somehow it made the pulses of pleasure from her center seem even more intense. Fighting to remain silent only prolonged the pleasure and she wondered why she had never tired this before. She seemed so much more attuned to her body this evening.

When the last spasm ripped through her she opened her eyes to find Mia staring at her. The look on her boss's pretty face would haunt her for the rest of the evening. Mia's face and eyes were very expressive, but she usually kept her emotions out of her expressions. Now she wore one that combined an animalistic hunger with tenderness and love.

Mia withdrew her foot and smiled at Heather before taking up her spoon and attacking the French Onion Soup. Heather picked at her meal, barely tasting it. Her mind was a confused and jumbled mass of emotions. The small blonde began to unravel the tapestry of feelings and examine them, hoping to deal with them better one at a time.

The most alarming thing was not a feeling, but a lack of one. She thought she should feel guilty for basically cheating on Jim, but she didn't. In fact as she examined her inner self she realized she felt nothing at all for him, it was as if he didn't exist. All of her feelings were tied to her boss right now. Heather stared at Mia now, for the first time allowing herself to simply take in the older woman's stunning beauty. She had beautifully expressive eyes, a pert nose, pouty lips, high cheekbones and a flawless dusky complexion. Her body had soft curves in all the right places on a tall, but petite frame. How could she have worked with this woman for five years and never noticed?

Things Mia had said and done over the past few months filtered in. Small things, like the roses her boss gave her on secretary's day, the ride home in the rain, lunch at her favorite restaurant, the afternoon at the gallery, "Playing Hookey" as Mia had called it when Heather's favorite artist was being featured and Jimbo refused to let her go. There were the compliments too. Small things, but as Heather thought she realized they were almost daily things. Just little words, but she realized how much they had meant to her. Other things too, strange looks, accidental contacts.

"You're gay?" she suddenly blurted out. If Mia was upset by the question she didn't show it. She put her spoon down and cocked her head to one side then smiled.

"It sure took you long enough to figure that out,"

No denial, Heather thought. No apologies and seemingly no shame. Heather had always pictured lesbians as big manly women who smoked, drank, cursed and wore denim and leather. Her beautiful boss being one was a shock. But, it shouldn't be should it? she asked herself. Anyone who worked as closely with Mia as she had should have known. How have I become so blind to the people around me? she wondered. In college she had been so perceptive and empathetic. Now I am just pathetic, she reflected.

"Why?" Heather asked.

"Why what? Why am I gay? Why did I do that? Why did you enjoy it? You're going to have to be more specific, but this is hardly the place for such a discussion. If you're done we can skip coffee and dessert and go back to my room to talk,"

Mia opened the door to her room and held the door for Heather. This had not gone exactly as she planned, but a part of her was glad of that. She had been able to show Heather a good time, and she didn't feel at all guilty about it. If she had brought her up here drunk and horny from the medicine and taken advantage of her. Even in her own mind Mia knew she would not have been able to do it. She had not completely abandoned a sense of right and wrong. She still entertained hopes of having sex with her lovely personal assistant, but if it happened it would be solely because Heather wanted it too.

Mia went to the small wet bar and poured herself a stiff drink, she didn't offer one to Heather. The girl sat nervously on the bed and Mia took the chair across from her.

"So what did you want to know?"

"Why did you do.what you did in the restaurant?"

"Why did I make you cum you mean?"

"Yes,"

"Why not? You are beautiful and sexy,"

"But I'm not a lesbian!" Heather protested. Mia smiled at her and chuckled.

"You aren't? It would have been hard for someone to know that while you were having such a yummy orgasm with my foot on your pussy," Mia said. Heather colored furiously and lowered her head. Mia stood and walked to the edge of the bed. She gently took the girl's chin in her hand and raised her face until their eyes met.

"How do you know you aren't gay? Have you ever cum like that with your husband?" Mia asked. She was taking a chance here, for all she knew Jim was a stud in bed, but she was betting he was just as selfish a lover as he was a husband.

"No," Heather whispered. Mia stepped back from the girl and slowly undid the last two buttons on her dress.

"Don't...please." Heather pleaded as Mia wiggled out of the silk dress and tossed it on the chair. She stood before Heather in only her stockings, heels and a green thong. Her breasts were bare and her nipples stood at attention. The blonde was staring at the floor and shaking.

"Look at me," Mia commanded. Heather's face slowly, as if against her will came up. When she finally looked at Mia, she seemed incapable of tearing her eyes away.

"You like what you see, don't you?" Mia said softly. The girl nodded almost imperceptibly.

Mia moved closer to her, until she was standing right in front of the girl. Heather's hand rose hesitantly and almost touched Mia's hip before she jerked it away.

Mia placed her hands on her hips and stared down until her brown eyes locked with Heather's blue ones. Mia decided to lay it all on the line, she either had to have this woman in her bed or had to know there was no chance of it ever happening.

"There is no easy way to say this. You've been through a lot, you're married to an abusive prick and you have been beaten down. I love you Heather, I have for a long while now. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me too I'll stop, but if you can't I am going to make love to you, right here on this bed," Mia said gently. She still held the girl's eyes with her own.

"Do you not love me?"

Heather stared at her. After a few moments her bottom lip began to quiver, but she neither nodded nor shook her head. Mia could see the monumental conflict that was going on inside her little PA's head. She waited impatiently, filled with hope and fear. When she had waited over a minute and the girl still hadn't moved Mia bent her head and gently placed her lips against Heather's.

All of her hopes were bound up in that contact and Mia felt a joy that eclipsed any she had ever known when the small blonde's lips parted, inviting her tongue. Mia fought her rising excitement and gently pressed her tongue into the girl's warm, sweet mouth. She tasted the coconut flavor of the Pina Colada and the tingling warmth of the run, but more than anything she tasted the sweetness of Heather's lips. As her tongue explored, Heather closed her lips on Mia's tongue and sucked while her own little tongue danced over Mia's.

That kiss was filled with so much passion and yet, it remained extremely tender. Mia continued to kiss and thrilled when Heather's hands first made contact with her skin. It was a soft caress, as hesitant and curious as her own had been with Elaine years before. Her own hands went to Heather's arms, and gently stroked them through the soft silk of her blouse. Heather was now playing her hand slowly up and down Mia's outer thigh. Mia slipped her hands to Heather's shoulders and gently pushed her back as she leaned forward.

Her hips came to rest on Heather's and her body lay atop the girl's, only her legs were still off the bed. Mia continued the gentle kiss, waiting until she felt Heather's hands on her back before she resumed stroking the girl's arms. Mia broke the kiss and then kissed her secretary's nose. The girl still looked frightened and doubtful, but Mia also saw that she was beginning to loose those fears. Slow and easy was the way to do this she decided. She knew she would have to put her own pleasure second and do all in her power to make Heather feel good. Mia realized her little friend was starved for attention and affection.

For the only time Mia was grateful to Jimbo Wilson. She realized that Heather would love with all she had and it was only because he had so thoroughly abused that gentle love that she had this opportunity. The side effects of the drug and even the alcohol wouldn't have given her this one opportunity; it was only his callousness that left Heather open to a seduction. She felt the soft mounds of Heather's breasts beneath her and the tiny points of her erect nipples. Suppressing her desire to feel those glorious mounds that her chest rested on she gently returned to Heather's lips and kissed her again.

The kiss continued for a long time, until Mia had explored every millimeter of Heather's mouth several times over. Heather kissed back with increasing boldness until her tongue finally darted into Mia's mouth. When there was no repercussion she pushed her tongue deeply into Mia's mouth. The kiss, which had been so gentle before heated up, until their tongues were battling, pushing against each other feverishly.

Heather's hands slid down her back and up the rise of her rump, until the girl began to knead Mia's cheeks. The kiss became even more heated, until the desperation in it took Mia's breath away. Heather was pulling Mia tightly to her now and kissing back so fiercely that Mia forgot for a moment who was the seducer. Mia broke the kiss and began to lick and nuzzle the girl's neck. Heather moaned softly and her hands twined in Mia's short hair. Mia kissed along the straining muscle that stood out as Heather raised her head and then began to tongue the hollow where her delicate collarbones met.

"Oh god," she groaned.

Mia flattened her tongue and ran it all the way up the girl's neck, flicking it as she moved over Heather's chin. Their eyes locked again and Mia returned to Heather's sweet lips. As she kissed, Mia's hands moved to the neck of the silk blouse and she undid a button. Mia pushed the material aside and broke the kiss to lick the newly exposed skin. Heather moaned and her body arched upwards.

"You like that don't you?" Mia purred.

"Yes," Heather responded, drawing the "s" out into a sibilance that was highly erotic to the older woman.

Mia's hands returned to the blouse and quickly undid the rest of the small pearl buttons. When she finished she crawled off the girl and back onto her feet. Squatting between Heather's thighs she pulled the blonde up to a sitting position and pushed the blouse back off her shoulders. Mia had to pause a moment and just stare. Heather's eyes were closed and she wore an expectant expression, the silk blouse was pushed back to reveal her wondrous tits, encased in the black satin of her bra. Mia rose and gently bit Heather's shoulder as she pulled at the blouse. It was still buttoned at her wrists, but came off when Mia tugged it hard enough. Her hands were already behind the girl and went to the clasp that held her bra. Mia unhooked the bra, but didn't remove it, she returned to Heather's neck and nipped lightly, causing the girl to quiver.

Mia pulled back so she could watch as she hooked her fingers under the bra straps and lifted the garment from Heather's shoulders. Heather was watching her face and Mia did not even try to mask her admiration as the bra fell away and the petite blonde's large breasts were finally exposed to her gaze.

Mia had never seen breasts like these. They drooped slightly under their own weight, but there was no lack of firmness and somehow they stood out proudly from Heather's tiny chest. They were beautifully sculpted and the white skin was flawless. Mia marveled at the tiny network of blue veins just under that pale skin. The aureoles were pink and surprisingly tiny, no bigger than a half dollar, but the nipples were long and thick. Mia's hands seemed to move of their own accord and she gently hefted them, reveling in their weight.

"They're beautiful," Mia breathed.

"Really," Heather said. Her voice was filled with an almost pleading need to believe it was true and that tone shook Mia from her trance. She tore her eyes from the spectacle to Heather's face. Mia struggled to find the right words to express what she was feeling.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. If you were mine, I wouldn't ever let you wear anything at home," Mia said. Heather blushed and turned her head, but Mia caught her chin and turned her face until their eyes met.

"I mean it. I wouldn't make you wear ugly bras and hideous dresses. I am not ashamed of you Heather, I would show you off every chance I got and would revel in the jealous stares people gave me,"

"Would you?" she asked, cocking her head and staring. Mia just nodded and pushed her back onto the bed. She pressed her face between the large orbs and kissed the silky skin at the bottom of the valley between them. Mia lost herself in the silken treasures, loving the pressure of the sides of the domes on her cheeks. Her hands traced lightly along the outsides as she slowly began to lave one with her tongue. Mia worked her way around the huge tit unhurriedly; slowly the sheer size impressed itself on her as her tongue actually began to ache from constant licking. As she worked all the way around, the dark haired woman slowly worked her way upward until her the tip of her pink tongue grazed the uneven perimeter of Heather's puckered aureole. Heather was moaning softly now and whined when Mia let her tongue slide down the inside of the girl's breast to the valley and start working up the other breast. Her hands still kneaded and caressed the heated skin, but she avoided the nipples totally. Mia had never met a girl who could cum just from having her breasts adored and she wanted to see if Heather really could.

By the time she reached the aureole on the left breast Mia was beginning to believe Heather could. The blonde's hips undulated wildly against Mia's abdomen and she was whimpering and moaning continuously. Mia's mouth covered the whole nipple and aureole at once and she began to lash the little nubbin with her tongue. At the same time her hand seized the girl's other nipple and began to roll it between her fingers. Heather gasped and then groaned as a tremor passed through her body. Mia could feel he tension in Heather's petite body and nipped the stiff nipple in her mouth. She held on tightly as Heather's body spasmed and then the girl went wild, plunging on the bed in a paroxysm of pleasure. Mia stayed where she was and smiled like the Cheshire cat. With an inarticulate bark Heather at last fell back on the bed, breathing heavily.

The blades of the ceiling fan turned lazily over her head. Heather had been watching them, but she wasn't sure how long. She no longer felt Mia's silky skin on her own, or her lover's soft mouth and tongue on her still tingling nipple, but she heard her moving somewhere in the room. An aftershock thrilled her and she arched her back and closed her eyes as it ran through her.

It was her second orgasm of the evening with her lovely boss. A gentle drowsiness lay upon her now, softening the edges of her vision and allowing her mind to wander. Disconnected images flashed through her mind and with them came feelings and impressions. She saw Jimbo drunk on the sofa, totally unaware that his wife was cheating on him. Try as she might she felt nothing for him, not even pity. She saw the expression on Mia's face when her almond eyes had first seen her breasts. The unmistakable admiration in those eyes made her wish she could preen. She saw the two young men at the restaurant staring at Mia. Why had their hungry glances made her so angry?

The next images were just flashes with no time to even consider them. She saw Mia soaked to the bone and laughing. Mia handing her the roses on secretary's day. Mia holding up two passes to the exhibit at the Met and the genuine happiness in her eyes when Heather squealed in delight. Mia on the phone, sitting at her desk and looking so capable and in control. The last was her beautiful bosses face as she suckled at Heather's breast. That expression remained burned in her mind, if utter contentment could be painted or captured on film, then that expression was it.

The bed creaked and she felt her lover's weight upon her again. Her eyes fluttered open to see that lovely face, staring at her with infinite tenderness. Heather felt Mia's hands working at the zipper of her skirt. When Mia's small hands curled into the waist Heather raised her hips and felt the cool suede as it slid past her hips and down her stocking covered thighs. She was lying here now in only an indecently small thong, but she felt right. No embarrassment. No shame. How could she feel shame when Mia's eyes we so filled with wonder and admiration?

Mia was kneeling and she began kissing the insides of Heather's thighs. It felt so wonderful that she spread her legs wide without even thinking. Mia's mouth was like a tiny blowtorch; anywhere it touched was instantly hot and almost unbearably pleasurable. Heather felt Mia's hands slide into the thong and begin to tug it down. The last shred of resistance to her boss's tender suit reared its head. With an ease that surprised her, Heather crushed that last remnant and raised her hips. Her boss gasped in delight and Heather managed to force her heavy lids open.

"I always dreamed of having a natural blonde," Mia said as her small fingers gently played in Heather's downy pubes. Her fingers were soon replaced by her soft tongue and then. and then.. Oh my god! her mind screamed.

Heather came unglued. She tangled her fingers in Mia's hair and pulled her bosses face tightly to her pussy. She was on fire. Burning up and only Mia's wet tongue could put it out. She humped her pussy against Mia's face, crying out each time her lover's nose or tongue made fleeting contact with her straining clit and not caring who heard. Mia captured her clit somehow among the wild thrashing and sucked hard, lashing it with her unbearably soft tongue.

Heather's pussy spasmed and she heard herself scream. Wild spasms of pure bliss shot through her, blotting out all reason and all thought. For a few unforgettable seconds she was not worthless little Heather who no one cared about. She was elemental woman, screaming out her pleasure as her lover took her to ever greater heights.

Her eyes were tightly shut and she only moaned softly when she felt Mia roll her over onto her tummy. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead and she couldn't help or protest when Mia climbed onto the bed and pulled her to her knees. She felt the small woman force her legs out of the way with her own and Heather dreamily wondered what was going on.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped when the thick dildo sliced into her still quivering pussy. Mia's hands held her hips firmly and Heather groaned in wonder and pleasure when Mia began to slowly fuck her.

"God, your beautiful," Mia said in a husky voice. Those words made Heather feel better than the delicious friction of the dildo. She pushed her self up onto her elbows and then her hands. She felt her hips beginning to respond, matching the rhythm of Mia's thrusts. Heather put her head down and looked back to see how this was possible. The visual was enough to trigger another orgasm. As the sparks shot through her body the sight was burned into her mind.

Heather saw her heavy breasts, swaying in time to the thrusts. Mia's legs, straining as she drove forward and retreated. Her own blonde triangle and the large pink cock that was rapidly disappearing again and again between her widely stretched lips. The cock was attached to a pair of black panties that hugged Mia's trim hips.

When she opened her eyes again the scene hadn't changed. Mia lay across her back and her small hands cupped Heather's breasts. The little woman's movements became jerky and with a soft murmur she came.

Knowing that this woman, who loved her so deeply had orgasmed while fucking her made all the pleasure she had experience this evening seem trivial in comparison. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as Mia whispered in her ear.

"I love you,"

Mia woke early, before the light of dawn broke. The ceiling fan made a comfortable sound as it turned on and on. Mia was warm and comfortable under the blankets with Heather curled up in her arms. She wondered what had wakened her when she heard the insistent beeping of her cell. Mia carefully uncurled and got out of bed. Her little lover moaned softly and snuggled back, trying to find her body, which brought smile to Mia's lips.

She grabbed the cell and retreated to the bathroom. She checked the messages and hit the dial back button. It should be near noon in New York, unless she had the time zones wrong, which was possible, she thought.

"That was quick," Elaine's sharp voice said as soon as she picked up.

"How did you know it was me?" Mia asked sleepily.

"Caller id, welcome to the twenty-first century," Elaine said chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah," Mia said as she shook off the grogginess she was feeling.

"Any luck last night?" Elaine asked in a somewhat dreamy tone.

"She's curled up in my bed," Mia said happily.

"Well, you had better be ready to give her a sympathy fuck, I have some bad news for her,"

"Do tell," Mia said.

"I was going to let Vicky tell you, but you took so long to call back she is already enjoying her reward,"

"And that would stop her from telling me?" Mia asked.

"You know how I am with good manners. I would never let her talk with her mouth full," Elaine said. Mia smiled, that explained her friend's voice.

"There was a big drug bust over in Hoboken last night. Your poor secretary's husband was arrested along with ten others,"

"That's a shame, but I am sure he will get off lightly. He's a first time offender and all," Mia said, playing the game.

"Oh, I am afraid not. There is a little bitch district attorney who is out to make a name for herself. She announced to the media last night that this is a major ring and she intends to prosecute them all to the fullest extent of the law,"

"How dreadful," Mia said smiling.

"Yes, dreadful. Your man is facing five to ten, with time off for good behavior, which I assure you he won't get," Elaine said. Her voice was more normal now and Mia assumed she had already cum. She never made a sound when she did, her hips just went wild.

"Thanks, Elaine,"

"Don't thank me, you can thank Vicky when you get back. She has always wanted a taste of your pussy. Isn't that right, my little cunt lapper?" Elaine said condescendingly. Mia heard a muffled response.

"Ah, well she's too busy to talk now. Anyway, go break the news to you're little secretary and have fun," Elaine said as she hung up.

When Mia had relieved herself and returned to the bedroom she found Heather propped up on a pillow and watching her.

"Good morning," Mia said with a lightness she didn't feel. Any effects of drugs and alcohol would be gone by now and she was worried about Heather's reaction to last night.

"Good Morning," she said smiling softly.

Here goes, she thought as she climbed back into bed and kissed Heather lightly on the lips. The little blonde's arms wound around her as she started to pullback and what Mia had meant as a good morning peck became a deep soul kiss. When it broke Heather stretched languidly and smiled.

"That was some good morning," Mia said.

"That was some I love you, last night," Heather countered.

"I do you know?" Mia said.

"I know. I love you too. I am sorry I didn't say it last night, but I had to think about it,' she said awkwardly.

"You more than made up for it this morning," Mia said as she took Heather in her arms and the girl snuggled close. She had never felt so content, but she soon sensed something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I was just wondering where we go from here?" Heather asked.

`To breakfast," Mia said and began to nibble on her ear. Heather squirmed and giggled.

"I'm serious," she managed.

"Well, you are going to divorce that dirtbag husband of yours and move in with me and in between marathon sessions of sex, you are going back to school. I am going to have to find a new PA, because when you graduate I am making you VP of operations,"

Heather snuggled back against her and relaxed, sighing as Mia resumed nibbling on her ear and neck.

After a while she said in a dreamy voice, "Mia, do you know any good lawyers?"

End.