Still, she had turned him down, but there was another reason she had. Her mouth fell open as she looked up and through the glass window that gave her a view into the lobby of the bank. There was the reason right in front of her eyes! Standing in line was the Mexican girl! That Catalina Wilde! The same woman who kissed her so passionately out behind a woodpile at the Cedar Ledge ranch and had ignited a passion within her as she had never experienced. Annabelle balled up her fists on the surface of the desk, her eyes narrowing.
Everything about the encounter had been wrong. Kissing another woman? What could she have been thinking? And then the fact that she had been a Mexican to boot? Her late mother had never had anything good to say about Mexicans, coloreds, and Injuns. What would Miranda Detweiller say about her locking lips with a Latina? If she weren't already dead, it would have killed her.
However, as she sat there watching Catalina waiting her turn, she didn’t care as she began to feel a flush coming over her. A moment or two later she felt as if she was outside her body watching herself slowly rise from the desk and go over to open the door. Was that her voice she heard calling out?
“Miss Wilde! I would be happy to help you in here!”
Catalina looked surprised for a moment, but then with some type of satchel slung over her shoulder, she smiled and began to walk in her direction. There was a swagger about her that seemed to take Annabelle’s breath away. After Catalina crossed over the threshold, Annabelle closed the door behind her.
"Well now! Isn't this something special! Gettin' waited on by the head lady herself!" Catalina chuckled those dark, dark eyes of her sparkling.
"We pride ourselves on taking care of our customers at Detweiller Savings & Loan. I shall bet that when this was the Rock River Bank, you never had such treatment."
Catalina shrugged. “Probably not. Though I’m gonna guess I won’t be gettin’ it again,” she said as Annabelle frowned in puzzlement.
“Why would you say that?” Annabelle asked as she took her place behind her desk.
Catalina unslung the bag from over her shoulder, let it fall to the floor, and leaned over Annabelle’s desk, so they were both looking each other in the eye.
“Because I got a bone to pick with you, Annie Bee. My sister, Cassandra, done told me you were talkin’ like a bitch about my sisters and me because we ain’t all lily white, and me—I believe the words she said you used was ‘that horrid Mexican girl’. That all sound familiar?”
Annabelle felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web as embarrassment and shame collided within her simultaneously. Her eyes blinked, and she wanted to look away from Catalina but found herself powerless to do so. Lying would be such an easy way out, but there was something about the woman across from her that made Annabelle know she’d be able to smell a lie a mile away. When all else failed she sighed to herself. There was always the truth.
“I did say those things. And I am dreadfully sorry. That was my dear late mother in me talking. She held those views, and I will admit that she was not the most enlightened of women, but it seems I absorbed things that I shouldn’t have. I’m sure that you have a little of your mother in you as well?”
Catalina’s steely expression seemed to falter, and she gave a small smile. “When I was down in Mexico there was a man who told me, I was very much like her.” Her smile faded, “The good parts about her though, nothin’ like any of the horse manure you done picked up.”
“I am sorry. Sincerely. As for the other thing, I did say that about you but what was I to do. You left me reeling when, when we kissed. Perhaps I, perhaps I still am.”
Now the devil may care Catalina she’d met behind the barn at her family’s ranch was back. The glow returned to her face, and suddenly Annabelle could sense the seduction in the air. Especially when Catalina leaned further across the desk until their faces were only inches apart.
“Been thinkin’ a lot about me, si?”
Annabelle’s voice failed her as she frantically drew back and looked past Catalina to see if anyone in the lobby was watching them, but it appeared the tellers and customers were more concerned with their banking business. A small voice rose within her that almost didn’t seem like her own.
"Every day since then … Peppercorn. You said there would be a next time, and I said there wouldn't be, but, what I mean is, could... could there be a next time?"
Annabelle felt a turmoil swell up inside her as the young Mexican beauty took on a smug look that made her want to slap her, but at the same time all she could think about was those lush lips on her lips, and perhaps everywhere else.
“Sure as sugar can be!” she glanced back over her shoulder and then back at Annabelle. “You wanna close the shade on that there window?”
“You can’t be serious?! Here—right here? Even with the shades drawn I couldn’t in a bank full of people.”
“Fine. Then I double dog dare you to get rid of them.”
“Chase everyone out of the bank in the middle of the day just so we can, we can …”
Catalina straightened back up and reached for the satchel. "Have it your way Annie Bee. Write me out a slip for this here money, and I'll be on my way. Got somewhere to be."
Annabelle's arms thrust out, her hands gripped the edge of the desk, and she pushed herself away in her chair with its castor wheels. Leaping to her feet, she threw open the door.
"I am afraid everyone is going to have to clear out! An urgent matter has come up the requires my utmost concentration. I need total quiet. My staff, to you I say it's almost lunchtime. Take an extra-long one and report back here at one p.m.! To all you customers, you have my deepest apologies. Please also come back at one p.m. as well. As an apology, I will see that each and every one of you get a new 1874 calendar for next year that the bank puts out. The illustrations featured on it will be by Currier & Ives themselves!"
The lobby erupted in a jumble of confusion between the buoyant smiles of the bank employees and the grumbling of the patrons, but in the end, they all hustled out. Annabelle closed the door behind the last customer, a grizzled looking prospector, and locked it before hustling back to where she had left Catalina in her office.
“Bribin’ them with a calendar! If that don’t beat all!” Catalina bubbled, but Annabelle ignored her as she pulled down the shade on her window and on her door just to be safe before locking that as well. Catalina let out a whistle of enthusiasm as Annabelle stepped to her desk and swept all the ledgers and paperwork right off from it, clattering to the floor.
Stepping up to Catalina she let flow all the desire and curiosity that had been pent up inside her since meeting this woman. Before this temptress, she had never even entertained the possibility of another woman, but now she had to know what it was like and it could only be with the drop-dead gorgeous copper-skinned, doe-eyed beauty! Annabelle seized the sides of Catalina's head and mashed her lips against Catalina's.
She had felt inexplicable but stimulating heat of passion the first time she had tasted the Mexican's supple lips but this time, what she felt was contentment from pure undulating pleasure. She held her breath and waited until she was kissed back; until Catalina's probing tongue dived deep between her throbbing lips which had become warm and sore from expectation and into her mouth exploring with abandon.
“You sit right back on this here fancy desk now, Annie Bee.” Catalina moaned after she pulled away and Annabelle did just that. Annabelle could feel her knees getting weak with anxiety while her insides churned with lust, strengthened by Catalina’s hands on her full round breasts.
She wished there was a better way to explain the weird sinful attraction she felt towards another woman at the moment, but there really wasn't any explanation to give herself. Annabelle merely surrendered to the electrifying jolts that coursed through her spine as Catalina began to trace kisses down her neck and on to her chest while she loosened the straps of her pretty white dress.
“Peppercorn?”
Annabelle was losing her voice. S
he felt her conscience and sanity slipping away as Catalina boldly dropped one hand and slipped it under her dress to find the warmth between her thighs. Catalina's fingers traced the edges of her panties immediately, and she closed her eyes, thinking about the gravity of what she was doing, having a woman's hands on her body nearing her very womanhood. Her sanity wasn't slipping away, she thought eventually; she had lost it the moment she had agreed to be alone in the bank with an irresistible Mexican temptress.
“Now, Annie Bee, what do we have here?”
Annabelle blinked her eyes open to find Catalina beaming down at her naked chest and thighs. Her dress and brassiere had been neatly folded around her waist while her panties had been left on. Catalina’s fingers were still slowly caressing the lacy edges.
"What are you doing?" Annabelle panted, slowly finding it hard to breathe as Catalina proceeded to tug her panties to the side to find the opening of her sex with her index finger.
"Just watchin' you wet your desk is all." Catalina chuckled, and Annabelle felt her cheeks flushing with color as she realized how drenched her panties and thighs had become in seconds. The other woman's finger slipped easily inside her, subsequently accompanied by another. By the time Catalina began to thrust in and out of her with the pair, Annabelle had lost control entirely. She wrapped her hands around Catalina's neck and pulled her towards her again for another kiss. Catalina, however, ignored her lips and slowly inched downwards to kneel between her thighs.
“Wh—what are you doing, kn--kneeling down there…?”
The words were barely out of Annabelle’s mouth before Catalina’s warm lips enveloped her throbbing clit. Annabelle froze. She felt her head swooning with pleasure and perplexity at the same time. It was the first time she was with a woman, yes, but it was also the first time anyone would have their head between her thighs, sampling her juices with such enthusiasm. The pleasure had always been the men’s as her head had bobbed up and down on their endowments.
"Peppercorn, your…. driving….me to sheer lunacy. You must know that! I…can…. can’t…oh, God!"
Catalina didn’t give room for her to think of words to express the thrill that swept through her entire body. She felt the need to move, to say anything, to have her sex ramming against Catalina’s oblong face. Catalina held on tight to her thighs too, slipping her tongue into her and moaning with delight as Annabelle suddenly held on to her head and began to writhe against her.
“Yes, Sugar. Come now if that what you wanna do. I sure can see just how much you like my lips all over your cookie.”
Annabelle listened to Catalina's urging words with half concentration. She felt her heart beating rapidly against her chest as her thighs shook uncontrollably over Catalina's shoulders. Her eyes darted about, and it felt tremendously delightful to finally let it all out; to gasp out loud as her climax came.
Catalina was grinning happily on her knees. She wasn’t done with her though; Annabelle felt the realization hitting her as the wild woman slowly inched back to her feet and began to unbutton her shirt.
"Your turn," she whispered, and it was all enough to get Annabelle's throbbing with need again as her eyes delighted in the sight of Catalina's breasts on full view, the woman's big brown nipples hard and true.
"I—I don't know." Annabelle managed to whisper, but Catalina obviously had expected that. The last of her clothing slipped to the floor at the same time that she stepped towards the desk, butt naked, with a seducing smile. Annabelle looked on in wonder at the six neatly packed muscles over the woman's stomach. My lord what kind of shape this woman was in!
"Touch me, Annie Bee," she whispered. "I bet you wanted to since the moment behind that ol' woodpile." She remained silent because that was one bet she wouldn't take because she would lose.
Annabelle felt a drop of sweat gliding down her forehead even as she reached out to place her hand over Catalina's breast. Once again, she was reminded of the moment that their passion had begun at that place people called Half Breed Haven. She felt inspired and exhilarated suddenly, allowing the heat of passion to fuel her desires. Bending her head, she nibbled gently on Catalina's left breast and smiled when the other woman moaned gratifyingly. Afterward, she slowly caressed Catalina's coppery thighs with her palm and traced the roundness of her butt with her fingers.
“Si, si!” Catalina moaned when Annabelle took the caress a notch higher by reaching for her pleasure button next.
It was her turn to make both of them breathless from heated passion, Annabelle thought to herself. Determined, she slipped two fingers between Catalina's warm thighs as the woman had done to her earlier. Thrusting deep, she inched lower to taste her moist warmth. Using her fingers, lips, and tongue at the same time, she drove Catalina towards her own climax, smiling each time the other woman reached for her head and thrust hard against her waiting lips.
“Fuck! Meirda!” Catalina groaned with every thrust and Annabelle couldn’t be gladder that they were alone. She sucked harder and plunged deep into her hole with her tongue, getting Catalina to writhe uncontrollably and hold on tight to the edge of the desk.
“Mas! Mas!” Catalina also yelled.
“What?”
“More! More!” the ebony tressed beauty cried out.
Annabelle smiled to herself. She had no idea how to overcome the unending lust Catalina had awoken inside of her, but she certainly loved the feeling of having the woman beg for more of her touch. Eventually, Catalina stopped pleading. She briskly held Annabelle by her braid of fiery red hair and pulled her up to lay beside her on the desk Quickly turning to lie atop of her; she pulled at Annabelle's hair until her braid was loose and her locks became an unruly sexy mess crowning her shoulders.
“Beautiful. Never had me a redhead before!” she whispered before finally lowering herself until their womanhood rubbed evenly against each other’s, black hair mingling with scarlet.
It was the beginning of a new wave of pleasure for Annabelle. She let out loud moans as Catalina thrust harder against her. Slowly, a new climax rose amidst her thighs. She felt her pussy throbbing uncontrollably against Catalina’s until eventually, there was nothing else except their wrenching orgasms.
“I can’t stop!” Catalina groaned and thrust harder and faster until her entire body froze from exhaustion, sealing their merging climax that swept over the lovers.
A glaze of sweat covered the two naked women as they lay there atop the desk in each other’s arms. It wasn’t exactly a feather bed, but Annabelle felt as comfortable as she’d ever been. It was the afterglow. Being with this woman had been so liberating after being under her father’s thumb for so long. She never wanted this moment to end…but end it did.
Catalina leaned over and kissed her, the woman’s tongue doing an intricate dance with her own but seemingly just as soon as the dance had started it stopped as Catalina drew back, sitting up and hopping off the desk as Annabelle gazed at the sight of her lover’s sexy heart shaped ass being covered as Catalina yanked on her tight-fitting jeans. Annabelle sat up and swung her legs over the side of her desk and gaped at her as Catalina turned to her bare-chested and tugged her shirt back on.
"What are you doing? Where are you going? The bank won't reopen until one o'clock. Let's have lunch at the Alamieda Inn! I simply must have more of your company Cattie!"
Buttoning up her shirt Cattie laughed, "I done told you before I got somewhere to be. Just stick my cattle drive money in the vault, and I gotta be on my way. I got me a special friend I need to be a seein' right quick! I stopped by before I came to the bank to make sure she'd be there waitin' for me…an she is!"
Reeling Annabelle fought to get a coherent sentence out of her mouth. "Another…another woman. You just get done thoroughly corrupting me, and you're just going to go on your merry way and lay with another woman like this just didn't happen?!"
Catalina was laughing now, "Why not Annie Bee? The day's still young! Now as for corruptin' you? That what you're gonna call it!" she walked over
and cupped one of Annabelle's naked breasts "Honey you weren't feelin' tainted when you was pantin' all heavy and like when you was bein' corrupted now were you? Now don't you worry that pretty little head of yours none though…I'll be back again sometime when we can do this longer! Might wanna get us a bed somewhere though but damn you might be new to this Annie Bee, but you're all fired good at it!"
Afterward, Annabelle would barely remember writing Catalina a slip for the money and then letting her out the locked door. Alone in the bank, her mind whirled as she worked frantically to re-braid her hair. This was all wrong—all of it! Frolicking with a woman when she should be issuing loans, foreclosing on delinquent accounts, what was she thinking? She knew what she had to do.
Annabelle would send a message to Mister Kincaid heartily accepting his offer for lunch, and she would allow herself to be courted by a proper gentleman, even one that she suspected might not be one hundred percent on the up and up. At least he was a man! Catalina Wilde had led her astray. My God, she thought. I shut down the whole bank to sow my sins. What would her father say when he found out about the bank closure? How would she explain it?
All these worries and doubts were the fault of one person. The Jezebel, the she-devil—Catalina Wilde! Look at the chaos this woman had sown in her life in just one evening and one afternoon. No, she would have nothing more to do with her. She would stay as far away from her as possible and concentrate on the likes of Killian Kincaid. That was her decision, and that was final! As she drew open the shades, she had no idea just how fruitless and hollow her vow would prove to be.
The echoes wrought by this day on the desk would sound across the decades and never would she escape them.
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THANK YOU FOR READING!
The series continues featuring the Wilde siblings in their solo (more or less) Old West Arizona adventures.
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