Sandy's Offer, page 4
“Another wonderful choice. I’ll be right back with your champagne.”
“Thank you.”
After the waitress walks away, and with a teasing glimmer in her eyes, Sandy asks, “Dom Perignon – are you trying to impress me, Miss Matthews? Or is this going on the company card as well?”
Paige licks her lips then releases a small laugh and shakes her head. “No, this is a personal outing, so I have no right to charge it to the company card. So, are you impressed?”
“Very. Thank you for ordering such indulgent treats for us.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for you.”
Looking straight into Paige’s eyes, Sandy coos, “I think you already know that I don’t mind at all.”
Pleasure shivers down Paige’s spine while she holds Sandy’s gaze and savors her words without a reply.
“Here you go, ladies.”
The waitress sets two tall, skinny champagne flutes down on the table while another sets a bucket on a stand next to their table. Their waitress uses a towel to safely open the champagne, pours them their first glass, then sets the chocolate mousse down between them with two spoons.
“Can I get anything else for you?”
“Not at this time. Thank you.”
“No problem at all. Enjoy.”
After she walks away, Paige lifts her glass and nods towards Sandy, inviting her to do the same. She lightly clinks glasses with the beautiful younger woman, then says, “To a successful day and many more to come, with you as my lovely and more than competent assistant.”
“Why, thank you, Miss Matthews.”
While looking into each other’s eyes, they take a sip of the heady bubbly and smile as they swallow. Paige picks up Sandy’s spoon and offers it to her with a devilishly lustful look in her eyes, and quietly asks, “Will you try the mousse and tell me what you think?”
Sandy lightly wraps her long, slim finger’s around Paige’s hand to accept the spoon, causing a twinge of arousal between both their thighs. The contact steals the air from her lungs. She takes a quick deep breath, then licks her lips as she lowers her hand with the spoon. She dips the spoon into the high mound of chocolate mousse, and as she parts her lips to envelop the sweet decadent dessert, her eyes lock with Paige’s, whose eyes are locked on Sandy’s mouth.
Sandy’s eyes involuntarily close as she releases a reactive moan of pleasure, which causes Paige’s clit to start throbbing. She swallows hard and quickly lifts her glass of champagne to try to cool the heat in her chest and face.
“Oh, Miss Matthews, this is divine. Thank you.”
The moan of pleasure and gratitude nearly undoes Paige completely. “You’re welcome. Please, I ordered it for you, so enjoy it.”
“Oh, you are too good to me. Thank you.”
Paige has to clear her throat and take another sip of champagne. The lusty look and the sweet coos of appreciation coming from Sandy’s beautiful mouth are melting her.
“Tell me about yourself, Sandy.”
“Okay. Well, I was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee. I came to Chicago for college and decided to stay. I majored in writing. But I guess you probably already know all of that from my resume and application.”
Sandy takes a sip of champagne, then dips her spoon into the mousse for a second bite. Paige watches with great pleasure as Sandy’s eyes close yet again from how much she’s enjoying the dessert. Her arousal is creating a roaring bonfire in her chest. After she quickly downs the rest of her champagne, she slides over to grab the bottle next to their table. She refills her glass, tops off Sandy’s, then slides back into the booth. In her rush to extinguish her heat, she slides too far, bringing her hip right up against Sandy’s, causing her chest to heave with a deep breath of need.
“Would you like a bite of this? It’s absolute heaven.”
Paige’s mouth suddenly salivates as she stares at the filled spoon Sandy is holding poised a foot in front of her. She nods, and Sandy smiles as she brings her spoon to Paige’s mouth. Paige’s hand involuntarily shoots out, grabbing Sandy’s knee as a powerful pulse of pleasure tugs hard on her swollen clit and her mouth is filled with the decadent dessert.
“Oh, that’s so good. No more. I can’t take anymore. You have to finish it.”
The admission is breathy and Sandy knows she’s not just talking about the mousse. She can see how turned on Paige is. She can feel it in her trembling hand that’s still gripping her knee, just below the hem of her skirt. She wants so badly to lean in and kiss Paige, but before she can give into the impulse, Paige sits up straighter, which causes their hips to separate, and she removes her hand from Sandy’s knee.
Paige takes a sip of champagne, and asks, “What do you like to do in your spare time?”
“I do yoga every day. It’s very good for flexibility and endurance. I also read a lot.”
Inquiring for more details on the type of yoga Sandy enjoys seems like a guaranteed way to find herself abandoning the reserve that she’s barely maintaining.
“What do you like to read?”
Sandy blushes as she lightly bites her bottom lip. She takes a sip of champagne, and asks, “Do you really want to know that?”
With a bit of firmness in her voice, and sitting a bit taller, bringing her usual coolness back into her demeanor, Paige affirms, “I will never ask you a question I don’t want to know the answer to.”
“Lesbian romance and erotica.”
Paige grins as she takes a sip of champagne. She licks her lips as she glances at Sandy’s. “Nice choices.” Without realizing what she’s saying, not until the words are out of her mouth, she asks, “Are you single?”
Without hesitation, Sandy answers, “Yes.”
Sandy wants to ask Paige if she is, but she could tell from the moment they met that Paige is interested in her. She knows asking is unnecessary and could seem too desperate for things to advance to where she wants them to go. Since the moment Paige stood up to greet her on her first day, Sandy has wanted Paige. Her boss is beautiful, successful, and has the type of dominating presence that makes her wet. She loves Paige’s long, dark brown hair, her honey-toned skin, and her striking, slate-gray eyes. She loves the dimple in her right cheek that often betrays her smile even before her lips do. She is obsessed with the woman’s figure and wants so badly to run her hands, lips, and tongue over every single inch over and over and over again. She wants Paige so badly she can almost taste her own arousal on the back of her tongue.
Paige reaches out and places a hand on Sandy’s, ending the nervous drumming of her fingers. She wraps her fingers around Sandy’s, and Sandy tightly clasps Paige’s.
“Relax, Sandy. We’re here to be ourselves and enjoy ourselves. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“I have nothing to hide. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
Paige is tempted to ask her about her favorite romance and erotica books to learn about her favorite fantasies, but the sexual tension between them is already too palpable. If it becomes any more intense, they may be at risk of ripping each other’s clothes off right here in public. Instead of giving into her desires, she releases Sandy’s hand and asks her about her family instead, a definite mood-kill subject.
Chapter Five
A light knock on Paige’s door causes a pang of pain to radiate through her head. She leans forward with her elbows on her desk and presses her fingers into her temples, fruitlessly rubbing at the migraine she woke up with this morning.
“Come in.”
The door opens and Sandy quickly walks in, closing the door quietly behind herself before walking up to Paige’s desk.
In a hushed tone, she asks, “Miss Matthews, are you okay?”
“Migraine.”
Sandy walks around the desk and places tender hands on Paige’s shoulders, gently easing her back into an upright position, then kneads her thumbs into her tense shoulder muscles. Paige drops her hands to the armrests of her chair and releases a sharp breath of relief as her eyes close. Sandy firmly runs her hands down Paige’s arms to lightly grip her small firm biceps as she leans in with her mouth next to Paige’s ear.
In just a whisper, she coos, “I hope this is not inappropriate or unwelcome. I just can’t bear the thought of you sitting here suffering in pain all day.”
Paige smiles at the plaintive request and the way Sandy’s breath feels on her ear and neck. Paige loves the way this younger woman talks – her subtle Southern twang and the way she laces words together with interest and a suggestion for wanting more between them.
“Perhaps it’s a bit inappropriate, but it’s not at all unwelcome.”
With her mouth still hovering close to Paige’s ear, Sandy’s hands glide back up Paige’s arms and grip her shoulders, as she coos, “Anything and everything you may need is my pleasure. Thank you for allowing me this privilege.”
After a few minutes of rubbing Paige’s shoulders, Sandy’s hands glide down Paige’s arms and across her stomach.
“Sandy?”
“Yes, Miss Matthews?”
“What are you doing?”
Sandy’s hands stop firmly pressed against Paige’s trim stomach, but she doesn’t recoil or remove her hands.
“I would be able to perform this task more efficiently if I could remove your blazer, don’t you agree?”
Paige licks her lips to moisten them as the arousal coursing through her veins sucks the moisture straight from them and pushes it out from between her nether lips, saturating her panties. With a firm unwavering hand, she guides Sandy’s right hand to the buttons on her blazer.
“Do the task as efficiently as you can.”
“Right away, Miss Matthews.”
Sandy makes quick work of the three buttons, then she expertly works Paige’s arms out of the sleeves. She neatly folds the blazer in half and lays it over the side of the desk. As her hands grip Paige’s shoulders again, Paige’s eyes close to slits and pleasure and relief wash through her veins. The choice to remove the blazer was a good one.
Sandy’s hands are working her shoulders, neck, and upper arms with a touch much too intimate for an innocent massage, but Paige is loving it and it’s actually helping her migraine. After several minutes, Sandy’s hands dip forward over the top of Paige’s chest and out to her arms to grip and massage Paige’s arms.
Paige’s breath increases yet again as a spark sends her clit hammering against her tightly clenched thighs so intensely it feels like the little bud is trying to force her thighs open. Sandy’s hands repeat the forward dip, but instead of staying on the outside of Paige’s blouse, she dips under the barely parted pressed collar and digs her fingertips into the delicate muscles above Paige’s breasts.
The feeling of skin on skin causes both women to release sharp exhales of air and their bodies to weaken in need. Paige does not object to the touch, so Sandy takes a risk and pushes her hands down further, just barely gliding over the tops of Paige’s breasts. With desire clouding her judgement, Sandy reaches to unbutton Paige’s blouse, which Paige does not object to, nor does she flinch an inch. Sandy unfastens five small pearl white buttons, then glides her hands in the top of the blouse to push it off of Paige’s shoulders.
As Sandy’s fingers loop under her bra straps and push them off of her shoulders, Paige quietly asks, “Sandy, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Yes, Miss Matthews. Is it welcome?”
Paige knows she should stop this, at least till they’re not in the office, but she wants this. She has wanted this since the moment Sandy walked into her office a month ago on her first day. A month of pent up sexual desire is a formidable opponent to her attempts to maintain the professional boundaries that she knows neither of them want to hold to.
With the tiniest amount of self-restraint that she has left, she places a hand over Sandy’s, and asks, “Sandy, do you realize how much older I am than you?”
Sandy’s fingers glide side to side over Paige’s chest, further stoking the heat in Paige’s veins, and she quietly says, “At the risk of being fired or having you reject me, I have to tell you, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, Miss Matthews. The age difference is nothing to me. I want to make you feel good. May I?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, Miss Matthews.”
With her verbal approval, Sandy’s barely restrained tentative desire turns into earnest lust. She immediately bends into the crook of Paige’s neck and presses her lips and tongue to the space just below her ear. As she firmly sucks Paige’s skin into her mouth, getting her first taste of the beautiful and sexy Paige Matthews, Sandy releases a humming moan against Paige’s neck. She tastes clean and her skin is so soft, yet firmly hugging the throbbing vein under her lips.
She glides her hands down Paige’s chest and cups both modestly sized lace-covered breasts, firmly squeezing them and pinching Paige’s hard nipples through the fabric. With a groan of arousal, Sandy eagerly thrusts her hands inside the cups of Paige’s bra, shoving the fabric off to reveal both pert round globes capped with tan nipples. While she watches herself knead both nipples, and sees how Paige’s chest is rising and falling with rapid short breaths, she sucks, licks, and nibbles the length of Paige’s neck, shoulders, and earlobes.
Panting for air and with glossed over eyes, Sandy pulls Paige’s chair away from her desk. She takes two easy strides, kneels in front of her, and eagerly reaches to unbutton Paige’s slacks. Paige suddenly comes to her senses and grabs Sandy’s hands, causing the willing and hungry submissive to look up into her superior’s eyes with the most crestfallen pout Paige has ever seen.
“Lock the door, Sandy.”
Sandy’s disappointment transforms to pride and she leans forward to kiss Paige’s hands. “Already done. I locked it when I came in.”
“Very efficient.”
“It is my desire to please you as efficiently as possible.”
“You may proceed.”
“Thank you, Miss Matthews.”
With deft hands, Sandy unbuttons and unzips Paige’s pants. Paige lifts her hips, and Sandy tugs her pants down with her panties all the way to her ankles.
“Oh, Miss Matthews.”
The moan of adoration vibrates on Paige’s exposed slick lips as Sandy gently glides her lips over the outside of her slit, just coating her lips with Paige’s arousal. Sandy licks her own lips to sample the flavor and her eyes roll back and close as she inhales deeply and her cheeks redden. Paige can feel the heat of her red cheeks on her thighs and it causes her insides to contract with urgent desire. Sandy slips her tongue between Paige’s swollen, cleanly waxed lips and dips deep inside her, bottoming out till her nose presses into Paige’s clit.
Paige’s thighs spasm from the contact and her hand darts out to grab the back of Sandy’s head, tugging her in harder. Sandy releases a purring moan and begins rapidly flicking the space between her entrance and clit with the tip of her tongue. She sucks the engorged clit into her mouth and pinches it tightly between her lip-covered teeth as she tugs hard on the bundle of nerves.
A quiet sound of pleasure escapes Paige’s tightly closed lips and her hips thrust up against Sandy’s face, generously coating her entire mouth, chin, and cheeks with her arousal. Spurred on, Sandy grips her thighs and buries her face deeper and works harder and faster to bring Paige to climax.
Paige grips Sandy’s shoulder as her orgasm rips through her and causes her to release a gasping moan and her body shudders. Sandy slows her tongue and lightens the pressure to just an adoring lapping of the nectar coating her abundantly. Sandy lightly caresses Paige’s thighs and gives her feathery kisses over her sensitive lips, hips, and the inside of her thighs.
While she recovers from the wonderful orgasm, Paige watches Sandy fawn over her. The subtle flirting, the looks of lust, and the many “accidental” brushes of their legs over the past month have been driving Paige crazy. She has barely contained her desire to push Sandy to her knees in front of her. But she no longer has to fight the desire. Sandy is on her knees worshipping her and she knows Sandy will be all too eager to be in this position again.
“Stand up, Sandy.”
“Yes, Miss Matthews.”
Sandy quickly stands up wiping Paige’s cum off of her cheeks and sucking it off of her fingers. Paige pulls her panties and pants up, secures the button and zipper, then corrects her bra to cover her breasts, but leaves her blouse unbuttoned to the top of her stomach.
She places a hand on Sandy’s cheek, and Sandy immediately turns into the caress and kisses her palm. Paige watches as Sandy’s eyes close to slits as she licks the flat of her tongue over her palm, up her fingers, and then envelops her fingers to the final knuckle. Paige allows her to suck on her fingers a few times before she pulls her hand back and grips the back of her neck.
When their lips finally meet for their first kiss, Sandy releases a whimpering moan into Paige’s mouth. With their mouths locked in a fervent tumbling of slick lips and tongues, Paige unbuttons Sandy’s powder pink blouse and palms up her flat thin stomach and over her small round breasts. With a firm nip of her bottom lip, Paige breaks from the kiss to scan her eyes over Sandy’s beautiful torso. Her skin is paler than her own and her ribs are slightly more visible, and her slim stomach is visibly pumping with her heavy breathing, increasing Paige’s arousal.
“You’re beautiful, Sandy.”
“Thank you, Miss…”
She gasps as Paige roughly tugs her skirt up, bunching it up to her waist. Paige grins as she grabs the back of her thighs and lifts her up to sit on the edge of her desk.
As she slips her hand between her thighs to tug her pale pink panties aside, Paige asks, “No nylons today?”
With her eyes narrowed and her head tilted back in anticipation, Sandy breathily answers, “I forgot them today. Is that okay?”
Paige traces the tip of her tongue up the center of Sandy’s chest as she presses two fingers inside her young, beautiful assistant. Even with her jaw tightly clenched, Sandy releases a barely stifled moan and her body shudders in pleasure.
