Helen #6

Helen yawned and stretched. Late nights were common just before end-of-month but she wasn’t in the mood this week. This week she had hoped to get finish up early enough to catch a certain marketing professional who was in town again but here it was Wednesday night and she wasn’t going to meet with him again.

“Knock, Knock.” A smooth woman’s voice said from the doorway. “Education finally finished their data.” The strawberry blond lightly tossed the stack of papers onto Helen’s already messy desk.

“Oh good. More paper.” Helen sighed. “I don’t suppose you have a match?”

The woman laughed and Helen took a good look at her. Olivia James was worth looking at.

She was in that ‘just right’ range. In her late twenty’s so she was old enough without being too old, but young enough without being too young. At 5’3” or so, she was tall enough and she was round enough above and below the waist. Her complexion was faintly rosy match for the faintly rosy undertones of her shoulder-length curls. All in all, Helen would have no complaints about waking up next to Olivia any day of the week.

Olivia smiled at Helen. Helen smiled at Olivia. Olivia was one of the newer staff members that Helen hadn’t gotten to know personally but they had been very friendly so far. Helen wondered just how much friendlier they could get.

“You’re here a bit later than usual, aren’t you?”

Olivia looked a bit embarrassed. “A bit. I was late this morning so I had to get a ride from my roommate. Now I’ve missed my commuter bus so I have to wait for the next one in an hour or so. Or for my roommate to get off work – which ever happens first.”

“Ah. So you get to catch up on your filing.”

“Did that yesterday.” She shrugged. “I have most of an hour and nothing to do.”

“Poor baby.” Helen said, not at all sympathetic. “You can sit at my desk, if you like.”

“And crunch numbers? No way.” She grinned. “I usually keep my game boy in my purse but I plugged it in to recharge yesterday and forgot to grab it this morning.”

“That’s why I keep my DS in my car.” Helen advised sagely. “Actually, it’s there now – if you promise to return it.”

Olivia crossed her heart. “Promise.”

“Come on. I could use a walk.” Helen stood up and rounded her desk. “My goodness, that’s quite a dress.” The fabric was sheer and the slit on the side went up to the curve of Olivia’s ass. “I’ll bet your boss loves it when you wear this one.”

“He’s never commented.” Olivia said trying to look demure. “And you’re one to talk, Miss I-have-enough-cleavage-for-the-whole-department.”

Her neckline was a bit low but Helen gave her full bust line a squeeze. “Got to use them for something.” The two women laughed as they walked to the elevators. At the lobby level a pair of security guards boarded.

“Good evening, ladies.” Said the shorter of them in that sensuous voice that Helen loved so much.

"Good evening Officer Roland." She purred. "Officer Pratt. I didn't know you were on shift tonight."

"We're always looking out for you." Roland said with a brotherly smile.

They were Helen's two favorite members of the building's security detail. Roland was huge, built like the entire center line of the Minnesota Vikings. Pratt looked like a male model. Helen had hopes of getting them in bed as a set but Roland was a hopeless gentleman.

"Going home together for the night?" Pratt asked. His tone was conversational but Helen knew what visions lay behind those smoldering eyes.

"Not yet." She teased him. "Maybe later."

"Well, if you're working later tonight, keep your door locked. There have been some break-ins in the area and, you know, we want to keep you safe." Roland pulled out a note pad. "You're on six, right?"

"Yes." Helen answered quickly. "We'll both be in my office." She looked Olivia. "I can give you a ride home if we miss your roommate. I don't mind."

They got to the game and returned to Helen's office.

Helen sat at her desk again and Olivia sat in one of the guest chairs. After a few minutes, Olivia made a frustrated growl.

"How is this supposed to work?"

"Let's see." Helen came around the desk and leaned over her coworker's shoulder. "You have to clear the screen of all these..." It was too irresistible. Olivia's soft lips were right there and Helen gave in to the urge to kiss them, hoping that she'd read all the signs right.

She must have because Olivia's response - after her initial surprise - was to part her lips slightly and let the tip of her tongue trace Helen's lips.

They kissed for a while and then Helen noticed that a hand was unbuttoning her shirt. She reached out and felt around until she found Olivia's hand - the one still holding the electronic game. She pulled the game from the younger woman and laid it on the edge of the desk. She thought. They both giggled as it fell to the floor with a dull thud but they did not break the kiss. Helen placed Olivia's now free hand on her shirt with its mate and the last few buttons were quickly open.

Olivia presented a bit more of a challenge. It took Helen a few minutes of groping to find the zipper on the back of Olivia's dress. She pulled it and the garment slipped down. It was a bit of a fight to get Olivia to stop fondling Helen's breasts long enough to get the dress off but soon it was pooled around her waist and they were both down to just bras.

Helen broke the kiss long enough to stand Olivia up and the dress slipped to the floor revealing a thong that hid nothing. Helen smiled her approval.

Olivia pursed her lips and tugged the waistband of Helen's skirt. Helen smiled. There were two snaps and when the fabric fell away, there was nothing but bare skin.

"Slut." Olivia teased with a leer.

"Oh absolutely." Helen replied. She stepped closer to Olivia and stroked the woman's sides. When her fingers reached the thong, she hooked it and pulled it down, kneeling to get it past her knees and help her step out of them.

Olivia's shaved pussy was right at eye level. Helen looked up. Olivia was biting her lips in anticipation. Still watching her friend, Helen leaned forward and kissed the lower lips in front of her. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked them. Olivia was quivering but put her hands gently on Helen's shoulders. Helen closed her eyes and began enjoying the sweet pussy in front of her.

Or at least she did until her office door banged shut. "See? I though we told you to lock your door; you never whose going to simply wander in."

Helen nearly jumped through her skin as she turned around. Officer Pratt was standing there, a predatory smile lingering around his lips. He reached back and locked the door. "See? Now it's secure."

"I do see." Helen said, looking at the growing bulge in his uniform. "I don't suppose you want to take a look around? See if there are any other unsecure openings that could use your attention?"

"Yes ma'am." He walked forward, unbuttoning his shirt as he did. "Roland sent me up here to make sure you got everything you needed."

"Did he? Why that dear boy." Helen smiled. "I really will have to thank him for that."

"Uh, I didn't expect..." Olivia suddenly spoke, her voice shaking slighly.

"Are you married?" Helen asked and Olivia shook her head. "Do you like boys?" She nodded. "Well, why not just relax and have a little fun with this one."

"But I'm - I mean I - I'm not that kind of girl." She sputtered.

"That's a shame." Pratt offered as he gently caressed her neck. "I like that kind of girl." Despite her misgivings, Olivia seemed to enjoy Pratt's touch.

Helen seized the moment and returned to licking Olivia's pussy. After a few minutes, she heard the woman moan and one of her hands returned to Helen's shoulder.

Helen let one hand stroke its way up Pratt's leg and paused to rub the firm package she found waiting behind his zipper. She felt his hand join hers briefly and then begin the process of opening his belt. Helen kept stroking and squeezing Pratt as she licked Olivia. Working late did occasionally have its rewards.

Olivia pulled away from Helen and bent down next to her. With a shy smile, they kissed. Helen heard the speedy jangling of keys and buckles and a moment later, a hard cock brushed softly against her cheek.

"Mmmmm." Olivia sighed.

They broke off the kiss and both turned their attention to Pratt's weapon. They licked it, letting their tongues travel up and down the length of it and twist around each other when they met. When Helen sucked the head of it into her mouth, Olivia moved back and concentrated on Pratt’s balls. After a few minutes, they switched and Olivia took over sucking his dick while Helen sucked his nuts.

They were moving to switch again when Pratt knelt down to join them and kissed first Helen and then Olivia. Hands traveled and Helen wasn’t quite sure when her bra vanished but shortly after her breasts were treated to the attention of two mouths at once. She let herself be pushed back and enjoyed the attention for a while.

Soon, however, she was ready for more. She sat up and pulled Pratt in for another kiss. Then she turned and kissed Olivia. She looked at Pratt again. “Come here.” She breathed.

He didn’t hesitate. He moved between her legs and lifted her hips. He bent down and licked her clit for a moment or two. Helen clinched her eyes shut and tried not to scream. Instead a rough growling sound came from her. She reached for Olivia, who first bent down for another passionate kiss and then straddled Helen’s face. Helen sucked Olivia as fervently as Pratt sucked her own. Without warning he stopped sucking but before Helen could complain, his strong hand held her legs open as he dipped his cock into her, teasing.

Having no real way to coax him into plunging in deeper, Helen began taking her frustration out on Olivia and began poking she slit with the same shallow strokes. “Oh God!” Olivia shouted.

A moment later, she came and Helen continued to tease her even as Pratt’s strokes became longer and deeper. Soon, he was pounding her with abandon the way she liked it. There was almost nothing Helen liked more than having two lovers showering her with attention. It was just beat out by having three at one time. Helen realized she was close to coming herself and stopped eating Olivia to enjoy the sensation as it washed over her. When it was done and she had almost caught her breath, she pulled back a bit from both lovers and they got the message.

The trio shifted and Olivia found herself on her knees with Pratt sliding his hard rod enthusiastically in her slick slit. Helen kissed Pratt and his tongue lingered on her lips and cheek, enjoying the sweet taste covering Helen’s face.

They kissed until Helen felt Pratt’s pace becoming more urgent, more frantic. Olivia, too, was crying out and getting louder.

Helen pushed Olivia out of the way and took Pratt’s now throbbing cock into her mouth. It was only a stroke or two more and then he came. The sudden force jerked him out of her mouth and the next few spurts landed on her face and on Olivia’s who had pushed in beside her. They shared a messy kiss.

Pratt’s radio flared to life and he grabbed it and replied.

“Are you still on six?” A distorted voice asked.

“That’s affirmative.” He responded.

“I have someone down here looking for Ms. James. Is she still there?”

“Oh, my roommate.” Olivia began to frantically look for her clothes.

“Yeah, Ms. James is here.” Pratt responded. “Give us five; I’ll escort her down.”

“Alright.”

The three dressed quickly. Helen found a box of baby wipes in her desk drawer which sped up the process.

As Officer Pratt and Olivia headed to the elevator Helen smiled. “Hey Pratt, if I keep my door locked, how will my friends get in?”

Pratt grinned back as the doors opened. “We’ve got pass keys.”

“Well, I’m feeling more secure already. Come by anytime and check my locks.”

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