Taking Care of Business
 by John O'Connor
My boss, Bill Gordon, the VP of marketing, had
scheduled an all-day meeting with representatives of
one of our biggest clients.  Being the assistant VP
meant that I had to spend the entire day with a bunch
of out of shape stuffed shirts with egos the size of
their bank accounts.  Not my favorite way to spend a
Friday.
I tried to look on the bright side, I was being taken
to one of the nicest restaurants in town for lunch on
the company.
On the other hand, I usually was able to leave early
on Fridays.  This way I could get home to my North
Side condo and get ready to go out and hit my favorite
lez bars to pickup a willing woman for some hot and
heavy sex.
Since I broke up with my long-time girlfriend, I
wasn't looking for any relationship.  One night stands
were perfect.  And I had no trouble finding willing
partners for those.  You see, I'm a 28 year old 5'8"
brunette weighing in at about 115 pounds.    I have
medium size breasts that really need no support, a
tight ass, and long legs.  My hair hangs about 4
inches below my shoulders and has a slight curl to it.
 Girls have told me my hazel eyes are very expressive.
 I use little make-up, a little lip gloss and a very
light touch of mascara.  My mother told long ago not
to mess with the beauty God gave me.  You know how
mothers are!
Well, since I was stuck in the office until at least
4:30 or so, I figured to be as comfortable as
possible.  I knew the air conditioning didn't keep the
conference room very cool when the afternoon sun hit
it.  The vertical blinds were next to useless, too.
It was probably going to be very warm in there.
With that in mind, I wore a light-weight summer dress,
no stockings or hose, and only a demi-cup.  I normally
let my brown hair hang loosely around my shoulders but
decided to pin it up loosely.  When I checked myself
in the mirror, I decided I liked the look.
I got to work a little early and tried to get some
other work out of the way before the meeting.  All to
soon, Bill paged me and told me the clients were here.
"I'll be right there," I said into the intercom.  I
kept getting this ugly picture in my head of a bunch
of old men in expensive Italian suits with suspenders
holding their pants on below their bulging bellies.
Probably bald with bad comb-overs but thinking they
were hot shit.  Oh God, let this day end soon.  I was
soon to want this even more for entirely different
reasons.
I walked into the conference room and saw the three
client reps.  As I expected, one was an old man with a
large stomach and a bad comb-over.  He had sweaty
palms, too.  The second man was in pretty decent
shape, about 40 but of no interest to me.  I missed
the names of the two men and had to have them
repeated.  I did catch the name of the third member of
their party.  I wasn't about to ignore her.
She was introduced as Jennifer Garfield.  She was in
her early 20's and stood about five and a half feet
tall, slender, with bright blue eyes.  She had very
short blond hair that was almost white from the summer
sun.  She wore thin, rimless glasses.  Glasses have
always been a turn-on for me, maybe it's the
intellectual look they give.  Like me, she wore little
makeup.  From what I could tell from the light summer
suit she wore, her frame matched perfectly with her
height.
As we sat down at the conference table, she took a
seat across from me.  I thought nothing of it beyond
sisterly solidarity, at first.
Several times during the course of the meeting, I
caught her looking at me but every time I turned to
look back, she was studiously studying the handouts or
the graphics displayed on the screen at the head of
the table.  She was extremely cute.
We took a break, and she and I both went to the ladies
room.  After taking care of business, I was at the
sink washing my hands when she came to the sink next
to me.  We both stood there and I had absolutely
nothing to say!  I can sweet talk girls all night long
at the bars, but with her I was tongue-tied!
She finally said, "I wish I'd worn something like you
have.  It's getting a little warm in there."
"Yeah, it is," I said.  God, did I sound stupid!  This
very attractive woman was trying to talk to me and I
could only mouth stupid, strangers-on-the-train type
responses.
I managed to say, as we walked back to the room, "I'm
afraid it'll only get worse this afternoon."
"Oh, I was afraid of that," she said.
We spent another couple hours in the conference room
with her apparently looking at me and me never able to
catch her eye to confirm it, while Bill went over
sales projections, benefits, and the rest of the
nonsense people tend to tune out when it goes on too
familiar, too long, and too hot.
Finally we broke for lunch and we went to a popular
steak house across the street.  The men ordered
cocktails and beer.  I went with iced tea, knowing how
alcohol completely drains me on warm days (especially
in boring meetings where I should look attentive and
interested).  I noticed Jennifer also order iced tea.
I also ordered light: grilled chicken salad with ranch
dressing.  Jennifer told the waitress, "That sounds
good.  I'll have the same, please. Thank you."
I smiled at that, I like people who are polite to
waitresses and other service people.  I waited tables
in college and knew how unthinkingly cruel people can
be.  I thought this would be a good way to break the
ice with Jennifer.
"I think that's really very nice that you thanked the
waitress.  I used to wait tables and believe me, it
can mean a lot," I said.
She blushed slightly and said, "Oh, I always do that.
My mother taught me to be polite to people who are
helping you."
With that, we started to talk to each other.  Sitting
at one end of the table, we could exclude ourselves
from the typical male bonding rituals of the business
lunch.
"You seem young to be an assistant VP.  You must be
pretty good," she said.
Accepting the compliment, I said, ""Well, it took a
lot of hard work and late nights, but I think it's
worth it."
"Does it affect your social life?  I noticed you don't
wear a ring," she continued.
She noticed that, did she?  It might just be simple
female curiosity, but I planned to find out.
"Well, I keep my Friday nights open," I returned, "and
since I have a workstation set up at home, I don't
usually have to come in on the weekends.  There's also
a gym near my home that I go to fairly regularly.  So,
in answer to your question, I do get out."
She looked thoughtful, "So, is there anyone special in
your life?"
Gender-neutral I noticed.  "No, not for almost a
year."
"Oh, was it difficult? Several months ago, I broke up
with my lover after three years, and I felt bad for
weeks after," she said.
Still gender neutral, so I decided to keep it going in
that vein for a while, if only to keep my hopes up
about the pretty young blonde I was with.  "We were
together since college, but I noticed problems a few
years ago that just kept getting worse.  The biggest
factor was not talking about what was bothering us."
"I know, that was our problem too," Jennifer agreed.
"I'm not sure that talking would've solved everything,
Terry had a roving eye, the horny bitch!"
I was so amazed to hear that kind of language from
such an innocent looking face that it took me a moment
to realize she said "bitch" and not "bastard."  She
must have realized her slip as she turned red and
looked down at her salad.
I reached over and placed my hand on hers, whispering,
"Jennifer, your lover was a girl, wasn't she?"
She nodded glancing at the other end of the table but
the boys were too wrapped up in how their golf games
were shaping up. I smiled and squeezed her hand again,
reassuringly.
"Jennifer, would you like to get together after this
meeting.  Drinks, maybe dinner?  We can talk, if you'd
like.  No business, I promise," I asked, crossing my
heart with a little grin.  "Just two friends getting
together for a chat."
"Yes, I'd like that.  I was afraid you would think I
was some kind of pervert."  There was still a little
fear in her voice but I quickly cured that.
"Jennifer, I'm gay.  I like women."  I was so proud
that I was able to get that out without hesitating.
Sometimes, particularly in professional situations, I
hide in the "closet."  I did whisper it though.  Bill
knows but it was no business of our customers, except
the lovely girl across from me.
The little blonde smiled happily, her eyes seeming to
twinkle behind her glasses, and said, "My friends call
me Jenny."
After that, we got dragged into the conversation with
the men but they were talking baseball now and I like
the sport.  Jenny was fairly knowledgeable about it as
well.  Soon, Bill signed the check and we went back to
the office.
The conference room was uncomfortably warm.  Jenny
took off her suit jacket, draping it over the back of
her chair.  The men did the same but I only had eyes
for the lovely blonde in the well-fitting white blouse
across the table from me.
The afternoon seemed to drag on and on.  Now that I
had definite plans for the evening, I couldn't wait to
get out of there.  I became somewhat distracted as
well when Jenny loosened the top button of her blouse.
 It didn't expose anything but it caught my interest
in a way pie charts and bar graphs never could.
Jenny must've been similarly distracted (by me?) as
she had to have a question directed at her repeated.
Finally, at 3:30, Bill asked if there were any other
questions.  Our guests all shook their heads and we
ended our meeting.
Gratefully, Jenny and I went out into the corridor
where it seemed it was 20 degrees cooler.  (It was
actually only a few degrees difference.)  Bill and the
other men were going to go down to the lobby bar for
some more cocktails.  He asked us if we were
interested in joining them.  Since it really wasn't an
invitation, we all got on the elevator.  I stopped in
my office first, to get my briefcase and shut off my
computer.
Jenny made a point of standing right in front of me,
and was pressed back against me, thanks to all the
people who got on with us.  There was no way she
didn't notice my breasts rubbing her back.  She seemed
to confirm my suspicions when she moved her shapely
ass back and forth briefly. I inhaled the scent of her
perfume and felt my nipples harden against her.  The
elevator got to the lobby and we exited.  I wished our
offices were ten or twenty floors higher.
She and I had a drink to be polite and made our
excuses.  Bill looked at me with a slight smile and
told me to have a good weekend.
Returning to the lobby, I said, "You're not going to
be stuck in the city without a ride, are you?"
"No, I can take a train later," she said.  "Where to?"
"Depends on what you're interested in, drinks or
dinner," I said.
"How 'bout both?  And maybe some dancing later?"
I smiled, "Sounds great!  Let's go."
I hailed a cab and directed it north to a little place
I know for some drinks.  We didn't say much, but Jenny
sat closer than necessary with our legs touching.  Not
that I was complaining, mind you.
Pulling up at the bar, I paid the driver and saw him
looking out of the corner of his eye smirking.  Having
already caught him ogling us in the backseat, I said,
"Hey buddy, your tip is knowing that we'll be together
tonight. Let your imagination wander."
Jenny laughed, "God, remind me not to get on your bad
side."
I laughed as well, saying, "I can be a real bitch when
people are rude to me or my friends."
Finding a booth in back, I signaled the waitress.  As
she came over, I noticed Jenny staring at the place.
After ordering, I asked, "Your first time in a lesbian
bar?"
"Yes," she admitted.  "I never had the guts to go to
one before.  The women are all attractive."  The last
said with a trace of surprise.
As we sat and chit-chatted about trivial stuff, I felt
my attraction to this little elfin blonde increase.  I
think she was feeling the same.  She took off her
glasses to wipe off one of the lenses and, as usual
with pretty girls who wear glasses, she had beautiful
eyes.  She smiled at me when I briefly put my hand on
her leg while making a statement about the bartender
and her harem of girls.  She just drank it all in.
She also placed her hand on my leg.
We had a couple of drinks there then walked down to a
little bistro at the corner.  Again, we both ordered
light.  I joked, "You're eating a first date-type
dinner.  Trying to impress me?"
"Is it working?  But I really don't eat very heavy
meals too often when it's warm like this," she
replied.
The dinner conversation continued like this with a
give and take.  Soon, though, we finished our meal and
decided to head to a dance club that was also nearby.
Jenny was quite pleasantly surprised to see all the
couples dancing were women.  We danced for several
hours, my favorites were the slow dances when I could
hold Jenny close and inhale her sweet-smelling hair.
I think she enjoyed those the best too.
When we both had enough, we found ourselves on the
sidewalk.  I asked her when the next train left and
looking at her feet, she said, "I hope not 'til
morning."
"Would you like to come home with me?" I asked.
"I'd love to!" she said, looking up with a big grin.
That's all I wanted to hear.  I hailed another cab to
head home.  This driver was very courteous and I
tipped him very well when we got to my building.
Jenny admired my apartment as I showed her around.
She seemed most impressed with the bedroom and the
bathroom.  I felt very happy I spent the money to redo
the bathroom with the large shower stall.
Jenny looked at me, her eyes gleaming behind her
lenses, "I'm all sweaty from the dancing and the heat.
 Mind if I take a shower?"
"Of course not!" I replied.
I got out towels for her and got ready to leave the
room when she quietly said, "Don't go.  Please stay
with me."
She sounded so shy and looked so adorable I had to
agree.  Who wouldn't?  We didn't say another word as
we both stripped.  Her body was just a beautiful and
sexy as I imagined.  From the sideways looks she gave
me and her accompanying smile, I guess she liked what
she saw too.
I turned on the water, and as I leaned in to check the
temperature I felt her hand caress my bare ass.  She
was getting bold.  I liked that.
I finished fiddling with the controls, turned and saw
her looking at me.
"You ass is so soft and firm," she said.
Reaching for her glasses, I thanked her.  I set the
light frames on the countertop and reached up to undo
my hair.
"No, don't do that.  Your hair looks very pretty like
that," she said.
I left my hair piled up on my head, a few stray wisps
dangling along the sides.  We stepped into the shower
and I took her in my arms.  Her naked body felt
wonderful against mine.  We swayed to some imagined
music under the soft spray.  I looked down and lifted
her face to me, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Jenny pressed her lips back against mine and I opened
my mouth, letting my tongue trace the outline of her
soft lips.  She opened her mouth and accepted my
tongue, gliding hers along it, sending shivers down my
spine.
I was overcome by this young woman.  In so short a
time, she was affecting me more deeply than any lover
I'd ever had.  I was scared but happy and giddy at the
same time.  I couldn't help but wonder if she felt
anything like this.
As if she read my mind, she quietly said, "I feel very
comfortable here in your arms, Cindy.  It's so
comfortable, that I'm kind of scared!"
"Ssh.  It's okay, I'm scared, too," I admitted.  I
held her tighter and ran my hands along her back, more
in comfort than anything else.
We gently kissed again but it soon increased in
intensity, feeding off the arousal we had both been
feeling all day.
As we kissed, Jenny's leg slid between mine and her
thigh began to rub against my slit.  Her right hand
drifted down my back to squeeze my ass cheek.  This
supposedly innocent girl was really getting to me.  I
pushed my thigh between her legs and felt her pubic
hair rasping against my skin, then her lips parted and
I could feel her moistness on me.  I slid my hands
down to her asscheeks, pulling her against me.
We stood there getting hotter and hotter until we got
hit by a spray of cold water.  Shrieking, we scrambled
out of the shower and dried each other off.  The brisk
toweling off quickly got us heated up again.
I put my arm around her waist and she did the same
while resting her head against my shoulder and we
walked towards my bed.
She reclined in the middle of the bed and I, after
loosening my hair, crawled over her.  Laying on top of
her, covering her warm nakedness with my own, I again
kissed her.  My hair fell around us creating a soft
canopy around our heads, as I moved my crotch back and
forth against hers.  Our pubic hair rustled with the
movement.
"I love your hair, it's so thick and soft," my little
elf crooned.
I rubbed my hand across her short hair and whispered,
"Your hair is beautiful, too."  And, as she was about
to protest, I cut her off with a deep kiss.
After several moments, I kissed my way down to her
hard nipples and began sucking, alternating with
gentle bites.  I lingered here for a few minutes,
getting Jenny good and hot.
I resumed my erotic journey, finally reaching my
destination.  Her little tuft of blond hair was an
invitation to me.  I licked up some lingering moisture
from the shower until I got closer to her slit to
happily discover that the moisture here was from our
mutual arousal.
I began to lick the fleshy folds and to thrust my
tongue into her, swallowing all the juice I could.
Jenny began pushing up into my face, as if to get my
tongue in deeper.  All the while, she was groaning in
increasing intensity.
As I ate her, her increasing arousal caused me to
increase the intensity of my tongue action.  Soon, she
was crying out and really bouncing on the bed.  I had
a hard time keeping my mouth centered on her hot,
dripping pussy.  Finally I just touched her hard
little clit when she came.  I was sure the entire
North Side heard her.
I kissed her pussy as she came down but she squeaked
every time I touched her sensitive flesh.  It was so
cute, I kept doing it until she grabbed my head and
whispered, "No more, please!"
I crawled up next to her and held her trembling body
until she relaxed against me.  Looking at me with
those bright blue eyes, she said, "I love you, Cindy."
Scared by this admission, but thrilled to hear it as
well, I told her, "I love you too, Jenny."
"I'm still scared, though," she said.
I hugged her naked body to mine and admitted, "I'm
scared too, but I think that's okay.  Love can be
scary."
She looked so happy, I kissed her gently.  She kissed
me back passionately and said, "I'm going to lick your
pussy until you scream out loud!"
With that, she crawled between my legs and began to
play and lick my pussy.  Looking down between my legs,
I saw her beautiful face as she performed her oral
magic on me.  She saw me looking at her and smiled.
Believe it or not, I could feel her smile as she
tongued me.  I got goosebumps then.
Soon, the goosebumps turned to shivers of pleasure as
she increased the tempo of her tongue action.  Already
turned on from making love to her, I was very close to
orgasm.  She sensed that and pulled away every time,
laying there with her chin resting on her left fist
and her right fingers trailing through my brown fur
with a mischievous grin on her face.  When she felt I
was sufficiently calm, she would resume her oral
assault.
This innocent little blonde was a maniac when it came
to cunnilingus.  She could teach me things, and I've
been eating out women since I was 15!
Soon, she stopped teasing me and let my passion build
until it crested explosively.  I yelled out her name
when I came, "Jeennniiiieeeee!!!"
When I opened my eyes, she was looking down on me,
resting her right hand on my breast, smiling.  I
reached up, ran my fingers through the short golden
hair on her beautiful head before pulling her down to
me.
As we snuggled, I realized that I really did love this
beautiful child.  I never wanted to let her go.  I
wanted to give up my hedonistic life for her.  She, it
turns out, felt, and still feels, the same way.
I never believed in love at first sight, until that
night 5 years ago.  Our passion for each other has
never lessened, in fact it's increased.  I didn't know
story book endings happened in real life.  Thank God
they do.
P.S. For those who care, my company and Jenny's came
to a very profitable agreement and we both got nice
bonuses for it.  We took a lovely Caribbean cruise to
celebrate.
 (c) John O'Conner
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