Desire

by Alex Palange

  The girls faced each other in a breathy silence, Kate’s hands still at Emily’s waist, Emily’s hanging limply by her side.

  “Have you ever done anything like this before... you know?”

  “No. You?”

  “Never.”

  Kate’s hands moved to Emily’s bum and she pulled the short haired blond towards her. Emily took Kate’s head in her hands and drew her into another kiss. Their lips met, cautious at first, light exploratory kisses. Kate’s hands were slowly discovering Emily’s bum, tentatively stroking the rounded curves, then as one tiny pink tongue tip found another, she began to move against Emily, pulling her leg up and over her own, so that Emily could push and grind against her thigh. As she gasped, throwing her head back, enjoying the feeling of release, rubbing herself against her friend, Kate kissed her long elegant neck. She grabbed at Emily’s peachy bum and thrust her thigh firmly between Emily’s legs as she licked and nibbled down her smooth neck. Emily, hoping she wasn’t misjudging what would happen next, eased a thin lace strap from her shoulder. She pulled the tight fabric down, lower and lower until a firm young breast popped out. Kate gasped and then bent her head to kiss and lick. Emily’s hands were in Kate’s long dark hair, trying to steer her mouth to her aching nipple. But Kate had decided she was going to make Emily wait.

  “Please, Kate.”

  Kate looked up at her with a wicked smile, before licking her tongue languidly around Emily’s hardening teat. Emily let out a long, low sigh and then Kate licked across her nipple. She surrounded it with kisses before slowly taking it between her wet lips and gently sucking it erect. Emily thought she might explode. She ground herself harder against Kate’s thigh as the other girl sucked and nibbled her nipple. Then Kate was leaving a trail of damp kisses across her chest. Emily was struggling with the lace body, releasing her other breast so that Kate could lavish her attentions on that too. Emily pulled her up so they could kiss, her naked breasts rubbing against Kate’s as their tongues met.

  “What shall we do now?” Kate’s breathy voice was in Emily’s ear.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Emms. What shall we do next? Can I touch you?”

  “Can you touch me?”

  “Emily!” Kate kissed her. “I bet you’re wet. God, I know I am. I want to touch you.”

  “Where?”

  “Oh Emms, really?”

  “I see.”

  Emily closed her eyes and gave up her body to her friend. Kate kissed her as her hand stroked lower and lower.

  “Can I touch you... between your legs?”

  Emily took Kate’s hand in hers and pushed it deep between her thighs. Kate rubbed at the hot damp lace as Emily threw her head back and moaned quietly.

  “Has this thing got poppers?”

  “God, I hope so.”

  “I want to feel you.” Kate grabbed her by the hand and started to drag her through the lingerie department, knocking pants and bras off their hangers, leaving a wake of cotton and lace behind them.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.” They arrived at the checkout counter. Kate glanced around. What she was checking, Emily wondered? There was no one there. Then Kate grabbed her by the waist and helped her quickly jump up. ‘Just there, perfect.’ Emily planted her feet on the counter’s top, spreading her legs.

  “Did you say if this thing had poppers?”

  Emily reached between her legs and slowly, Pop, Pop, Pop.

  “It does.”

  Kate’s eyes widened as the body sprung up around Emily’s waist, revealing her pink swollen pussy.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

  Kate drew in close to kiss her and let her hand slide up Emily’s quivering thigh.

  “Never.”

  “Are you going to touch me now?”

  Kate’s mouth was at Emily’s ear, breathing hard. “Would you like me to?”

  “Please. Touch me. I’m so wet.”

  Kate looked down. She looked at the little tuft of pale pubic hair, and lower, to Emily’s pink wet lips. She delicately traced a long finger over Emily’s pussy. Emily’s whole body reacted. She bent back, pushing herself against her friend’s searching hand, thrusting her tits towards her mouth. Kate offered Emily her fingers to suck and then gently stroked her pussy again. Emily’s secret lips parted, revealing her throbbing little clitoris. Tentatively Kate dipped a fingertip into Emily’s damp hole, thrilled at touching another woman. Emily gasped loudly as Kate slowly pushed more and more of her finger deeper and deeper inside her. Emily grabbed at her tits and moved closer to Kate, imploring her to take a puffy nipple into her mouth and gently suck it whilst she fingered her pussy.

  “Oh god that is so nice,” she gasped as Kate sucked and nibbled at her hard little nipples. Kate’s finger, dripping with juice, travelled up, parting Emily’s swollen lips, searching out her hooded clitoris. As soon as she found her friend’s cute little nub Emily was begging her not to stop. Her head thrown back, the black lace body now a thin belt around her waist.

  “Kiss me. Oh god, please kiss me.”

  Kate left a trail of kisses up and along Emily’s throat, her neck and then she was licking and sucking Emily’s tongue as her fingers rubbed faster and faster.

  Emily broke off to whisper in Kate’s ear, surprising herself at how bold and naughty she had become and just how much fun she was having.

  “I want you to kiss me…”

  Kate looked at her and Emily shot her a coy smile.

  “Oh,” said Kate, looking down as her finger circled Emily’s clit. “You’d like me to kiss you... there?”

  “Very much.”

  “You’d like me to run my tongue all over you?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Lick up your juices?”

  “Yes, please.” Emily was begging now.

  “Should I kiss you here?” Kate gave Emily’s clit a playful flick.

  “Yes. Oh, yes. Lick my bud.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “God, Kate. Please?”

  Kate knelt in front of the counter. She looked over her shoulder before taking Emily’s ankles in her hands. She could smell her friend’s sex. Now she was going to taste it. She kissed along the insides of her thighs, making Emily squirm and wriggle with delight and then she started to lap up her milky white juices, allowing her tongue to take longer and longer strokes until finally, she found Emily’s waiting bud. She cried out as Kate circled her clit with the tip of her tongue. Round and round, driving the petite blonde crazy. Then she drew the little nub into her mouth and gently sucked it. Emily’s hands grabbed at the back of her head, pushing her mouth into her aching pussy until, with one final cry, she was cumming, her body shaking as her orgasm swept through her, her fingers digging and pulling at Kate’s long dark hair until she could take it no more.

  Chapter V

  As soon as she arrived at work the following morning, Emily thought she detected an atmosphere around the department. People seemed to be deliberately avoiding her, looking away whenever she entered a room or walked own their aisle. And there was no sign of Kate anywhere.

  After a particularly frosty tea break, she decided just to get on with her work. Whatever it was would probably blow over pretty quickly and become yesterday’s news. She thought back to the previous evening’s romp in the lingerie department. That had certainly been unexpected. She was just picturing Kate’s head buried between her legs and remembering the exquisite agonies that her tongue had played on her clit when she realised Jerry was stood next to her.

  “Hi.” Now her mind filled with images of the handsome bad boy and the bitch from carpets, his spunk dribbling down her chin. “Hey, listen, is everything okay?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. But the boss wants to see you. His office. Now.” And then he just turned and walked off. Well, that had been a bit odd too. He certainly wasn’t his normally flirty chatty self. Emily stopped what she was doing and made he
r way along the aisles to the section at the back of the store set aside for the senior management’s offices. She walked down a narrow corridor until she came to Ramsbottom’s, the last in a stretch of glass-fronted rooms. On the door his name and title. She knocked and whilst she waited to be summoned, noted the blinds were down.

  “Come in.”

  The first person Emily saw when she entered the office was Kate Baxter. She looked shifty and ill-at-ease. Sitting behind his desk, Mr. Ramsbottom.

  “Ah, Miss Perkins,” he said not really giving Emily a second glance, “how nice of you to join us.”

  “I’m sorry,” Emily began, “I came as soon as I could.”

  “Never mind.” He looked up at her for the first time. “Well Emily, this is a very serious situation we find ourselves in.”

  “It is?”

  “It is. May I ask, what exactly did you do at the end of work yesterday?”

  Shocked by the question, Emily hesitated, then gathered herself. “I went for a drink.”

  “Really? Alone?”

  “No, I went with Kate.”

  Emily tried frantically but unsuccessfully to catch her friend’s eye.

  “How fascinating. Shall I tell you what I think you did yesterday after work? I think you went down to the lingerie department, and, against all regulations I might add, you tried on women’s underwear, which, thanks to you, we will now certainly not be able to sell, and then you indulged in what can only be described as a lewd sexual act.”

  Emily could have described it much better than that.

  “I beg your pardon?” she heard herself say. “That is the most... insulting,” out of the corner of her eye Emily could see Kate shaking her head and smiling, “disgusting accusation I have ever heard.” Even as the words left her mouth Emily suspected something was wrong.

  “Shameful isn’t it,” Ramsbottom snipped. “What a terrible thing to say about two such fine upstanding members of my staff. If only there were some proof. I expect that is what you will say next?”

  “Absolutely. You can’t go throwing accusations like that around willy-nilly without any…”

  As she spoke, Ramsbottom turned the computer screen which sat on his desk around to face her. It clearly showed Kate eating out Emily in the middle of the department’s lingerie store.

  “proof,” Emily said, rather meekly. She turned to Kate. “I thought you said there weren’t any cameras in that department?”

  “There aren’t.” Ramsbottom barked. “At least none that belong to the store. This,” he produced a small electronic device from a drawer, “is my own camera.” He smiled menacingly across his desk at Emily and raised his eyebrows.

  “But you can’t do that.”

  “Can’t I?”

  “And how did you know I’d… we’d end up… on the counter?”

  “Never you mind.”

  “You can’t get away with this,” Emily said looking at Kate for support and finding none.

  “Ah, but I already have, haven’t I?” Ramsbottom said tapping the screen.

  “Are you going to sack us?” Emily asked.

  “Possibly. Possibly not. That rather depends on what sort of an arrangement we can come to.” Ramsbottom continued.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “If you are prepared to do as I ask, you shall both be permitted to stay on as employees at Robertson’s. If, however, you do not, then I’m afraid that that’s that, and you can pick up your things and leave immediately.”

  “I can always get a job somewhere else.” Emily said, suddenly feeling more confident.

  “Really? Not with the references I’m about to write.”

  “What do I have to do?”

  “Let me see.”

  “Just do what he wants Emily,” Kate urged her quietly. Emily, not Emms, and was she imagining it, or had Kate moved to stand a little closer to Mr. Ramsbottom?

  “Go on then. What am I going to have to do? Stay back late and stock take? Do a bit of extra shelf stacking? Clean out the gents toilets with a toothbrush?”

  “No, no Miss Perkins, nothing so mundane. You have shown yourself to have hidden talents. I think for starters I should like to see another display of your athletic prowess.”

  “Come again?”

  “If you would be so good as to hop up onto the desk, I shall administer your punishment.”

  Emily was beginning to see where her punishment might be heading, and secretly, deep down, not only did she not mind, but she was quite looking forward to it. Kate moved towards the door.

  “Oh, I think you should stay, Miss Baxter, don’t you? Why don’t you take a seat over there in the corner? Then you can see what happens to naughty girls who get caught with their pants down.” Ramsbottom permitted himself a smile at that.

  As Kate took her seat, Emily jumped up and sat on the desk.

  “No, no, no, that won’t do at all. Kneel, please, Miss Perkins. In fact, if you would face this way, you’ll be able to watch your performance from last night.” Emily knelt in her itchy work dress and white blouse whilst Mr. Ramsbottom rearranged the screen. When it filled Emily’s vision, he pressed the play button. The lingerie department filled the screen again. Centre stage, Emily, sat on the checkout counter with Kate Baxter kissing her. But wait. Emily had been too caught up at the time to notice, but hadn’t Kate just glanced up and over her shoulder, looking directly back at the camera? Emily must have imagined it. Mr. Ramsbottom stood behind her, peering over her shoulder, one hand buried deep in his trouser pocket.

  “Well, well, well, what a pair of naughty girls we have here.” His hands cupped Emily’s firm bottom. “What a naughty pair indeed.”

  Emily could feel the heat between her legs beginning to spread. The sight of Kate licking her out on the monitor and the feel of a man’s firm hands on her bum. As she watched the screen, she heard Mr. Ramsbottom slowly undo the zip which ran down the side of her skirt.

  “Shall I show you what happens to naughty girls who break the store’s rules so flagrantly?”

  She felt his strong hands pulling at her skirt.

  “Yes please, Mr. Ramsbottom,” Emily panted. She raised her knees, so he could slip it off. He rubbed her bum through her panties and she couldn’t help but let her legs spread just a little, inviting him lower, where she ached to be touched. Instead, she felt his hands travel under her blouse which, without the skirt, had fallen loosely open. He cupped her firm young tits through her bra and she felt him playing with her puffy hard nipples as something equally hard pushed up against her bum. She wished she’d picked out some fresh underwear.

  “I think we’ve watched quite enough television for one day, Miss Perkins. Turn over, please.”

  Emily did as she was told, lying on the desk, propped up on her elbows.

  “Take off your top.”

  Again, Emily did as she was told. Button by button, revealing more of her pale flesh, until the simple cream blouse fell from her onto the floor and she was left in just her lacy white bra. Mr. Ramsbottom turned to Kate.

  “Is this the sort of thing that gets you turned on, Miss Baxter?”

  “Oh yes, Jonathan. Yes, it is.”

  Jonathan! What the fuck? What was going on?

  “Why don’t we ask Miss Perkins to take off those panties and show us how very sorry she really is?”

  “Go on Emily.” Kate was sounding quite authoritative now. “I’d love to see your beautiful little pussy again.”

  Mr. Ramsbottom pulled up a chair next to her, so they could watch as Emily slipped out of her white cotton panties. She lay, panting on the desk, her knees open.

  “And the bra, please, Miss Perkins, the bra.”

  A quick movement behind her back and Emily was naked. But what the hell was the deal with Kate and Jonathan?

  “Very good Miss Perkins, very good. Now, why don’t you touch yourself?”

  Emily looked across the room at Kate and began to fondle her small upturned breasts, her nipples
responding immediately as her throaty panting increased. There was certainly something funny going on, but she just couldn’t work it out.

  “That’s very nice Miss Perkins, very nice indeed,” Ramsbottom continued, his hand still deep in his pocket, “but I was thinking you might like to touch yourself a little lower?”

  Emily licked her fingers and pushed her hand between her legs. Her lips were wet and hungry. She stroked up and down between her tender pink petals before pushing an exploratory finger into her pool of juices. Being watched by two other people was turning her on more than ever.

  “Miss Baxter, I can’t imagine all this isn’t making you incredibly horny?” Ramsbottom said politely, turning to Kate. “If you should wish to join in at any time, perhaps give me a little assistance? That would be most acceptable.” He looked from Kate to the enormous bulge in his suit trousers. “Why don’t you see if there’s anything you could do with that first though?”

  As Emily watched, her head thrown back, her fingers moving up and down her moist slit, Kate Baxter tenderly kissed Jonathan Ramsbottom. Not a first-time kiss, that was plain for anyone to see. And then she began to slowly stroke the huge bulge in Ramsbottom’s trousers.

  “Oh, Jonathan, you’re so hard. I think Emms has made you harder than any of the other girls. Let me touch you.” Ramsbottom reached forward and undid his trousers, pushing them and his shorts to the floor and allowing his magnificent cock to spring free. Kate stroked it obligingly as they both sat and watched Emily continue to finger herself on the desk. Other girls? What did she mean other girls? Who were this pair? Emily had thought she’d known Kate, but now it seemed she was just one half of a strange voyeuristic tag team.

  “Suck me,” he instructed with the quiet calm that comes from one too many middle management training courses.

  “Yes, Jonathan.” Kate Baxter replied obligingly, before slipping to her knees and taking him greedily into her mouth. His cock was slippery and oozing in pre-cum as she let her tongue slide around him.

  The sight of her friend’s head bobbing up and down on such a firm hard dick was only tuning Emily on more. She circled her firm little clit, whilst her other hand squeezed at her tits, pinching her nipples. She could feel her juices running, covering her thighs, dribbling down to her arse hole as her fingers moved faster. She watched as Ramsbottom’s head fell back and he ran his hands through Kate’s luxuriant dark hair.