A New Job

My head was pounding with every click of my high heels
on the concrete walkway that led from the multi level
parking garage to the high rise office building where
I worked. I scurried in through the glass doors that
swung into the foyer where the elevator closest to my
floor waited to lift me up. I was only checking in at
the reception desk. I was there to catch the company
van to transport me to to our corporate contracted
airport.

I knew that I was smarter than I felt, right now, as I
grimaced through the slight nausea and headache that
pronounced the remnants of my twenty first birthday,
and the after effects of too many jello shots. But, it
was an unusually special birthday. Aside from being
the milestone of adulthood.

I was working my way through college. And, only a few
months before, I had taken a new assignment from the
temporary service that I worked through. The new
assignment was with a large corporation, copying files
that were transferred as the result of a merger with
another large corporation.

I was in a big room with one other young girl, two
large, super high-speed multi-function copiers, and
about 1500 boxes of files. My co-worker was only
seventeen, already a mother, and was studying to be a
nurse. She was very pleasant to work with, with a
sharp wit and a great sense of humor. Chatting with
her made the day go by quickly. It was difficult to do
the job that we were hired to do, with people running
in and out all day, pulling things out of the
disorganized mess of boxes, in their efforts to locate
needed data.

The next day, I spent the the larger portion of the
time numbering the boxes, and creating a speadsheet
describing their contents. I made a copy of the
spreadsheet and distributed it to the employees that
required data from the new files. My good work was
noticed by the supervisor of the department, and I was
offered a permanent position with the company. I was
very lucky.

Now I was able to move away from home for the very
first time. I had my own apartment. The company
offered tuition reimbursement, and other excellent
benefits. And, today, I was taking my very first
business trip on the company jet. I couldn't believe
my great luck.

My new position was with the human resources
department as a data technician. Which is, essentially
a file clerk. I loved my job, and I found working for
a corporation to be very exciting.

My boss, Jill, was a powerful woman within the
company. She took an interest in me at first, as a
result of my good work as a temporary, and after I
became a permanent employee, made it possible for me
to receive special training in records management.
And, I quickly got chosen to do research and locate
documents for a historical documentary that was being
compiled about the company. I would be required to go
to all nine of our offices around the United States.
The first stop was to be in our Pittsburg office.

Jill was confident, intelligent and respected. And
very attractive. She was everything that I was trying
to become. At the young age of thirty, Jill was
already a director. I had a huge crush on her. By day
I got her coffee. I worked my ass off to try to
impress her. I craved her approval and her attention.
By night, my feelings for her perplexed me. In the
tossing sleepless hours, I imagined how she would feel
, if I touched her the way that I touched myself. And
that confused me. I had never had feelings like this
for another woman before.

I waited at the designated spot in the reception and
information area of our corporate high rise for the
company van to pick me up, along with scattered other
employees and business associates, to take us to the
company jet to fly us to Pittsburg.

It was very exciting. But, I didn't really know anyone
yet, so I stood alone, waiting. Behind me, I heard a
bell, and turned to see chrome art deco elevator doors
slide apart, framing Jill against the red velvet wall
of the elevator's compartment, as she emerged, pulling
her luggage along on its wheels behind her.

My face lit up with a smile as she approached. I tried
to hide my feelings, trying to appear less interested.
I would be so embarrassed if she guessed how I felt
about her. "I didn't know you were flying today." I
dared not inquire about her business.

"I have to be in Pittsburg for the rest of the week,
and part of next. Orienation for the new employees
that were brought aboard with the last big merger."
Jill smiled, fumbling with her purse and her day
planner. She was always professional.

The elevator dinged again. This time, the CFO of the
company emerged from the elevator. He joined us, or
joined Jill, anyway. They engaged in conversation, and
never ceased for the rest of the trip, and the flight
to Pittsburg.

On the plane, I sat by the window. I was pleased that
the company provided wine on the plane for our
enjoyment. I started feeling much better. I wasn't due
to work until the next morning. I looked forward to
getting some rest. I planned to go straight to my
room, which was a corporate suite, and relax.

I took a cab alone from the airport to the downtown
apartment building where the corporate suites were
leased. The CFO had never stopped talking with Jill,
and had in fact, gotten into a limo with her at the
airport. I had not seen her since. The cab let me out
in front of the building where I was to be staying,
and I found the streetside entrance to the suite
marked with brass numbers, up three steps, and a stoop
from the brick paved street. Number 182. I paid the
cab driver and wrestled my luggage inside, and looked
around. Not bad.

I had seen a store across the street when the cab
dropped me off. I decided to go across and buy some
beer. It would be my very first official "beer run"
now that I was twenty one. It was late in the
afternoon in Pittsburg. As I started out the door
returning from the store to my room, my cell phone
rang. I scrambled to get it out of my jacket pocket,
before it stopped ringing.

"Hello?"

"Sheila?"

"Yes," I answered.

It was Jill. "There has been a little confusion with
corporate housing. My room was somehow assigned to
someone else. And, there is a big convention in town.
I can't find a hotel room any place. I hope you don't
mind, but it looks like I'll be rooming with you. At
least for tonight."

"OH!" I sounded too surprised. I looked around, and
then at the beer in the brown paper sack. I wondered
if I would be in trouble.

"I'm waiting on your steps, I'm afraid. See me?" Jill
waved, cell phone to her ear.

I looked up. I saw her. I worried about the bag of
beer, as I walked up fumbling with the door key.

"Oh! Provisions? Did you get enough for me, too?" Jill
joked.

I felt better. I guess that meant I wasn't in trouble.
But, I still didn't know how I could possibly endure
this night. I felt so- out of my league. What would we
talk about? Maybe I could just go straight to bed. I
would explain about last night, and my birthday.
Anyone could forgive THAT, right?? The suite was
small. There was a living area with a love seat and
two chairs, a kitchen, a dining area, and a raised
platform where there was only one bed. King sized, but
only one. I hoped that the loveseat made into a bed.

I went to the refrigerator to put the beer inside to
stay cool. I noticed that the refrigerator had wine
bottles chilling inside, and a cheese and fruit tray.

"That was my first beer purchase as an adult. I
celebrated my twenty first birthday last night." I
hoped to segue into, 'and I'd like to go to bed
early....' , but before I could say anything, Jill was
going for a beer.

"Well, then we have to drink it!" Jill grabbed two
bottles out of the cardboard carton, and opened a
little drawer to the left of the small refrigerator.
There was a bottle opener inside, and a corkscrew. She
got out the bottle opener, and popped the tops on the
beers. She handed one to me, and raised her bottle.
"Cheers!" She said, clinking her bottle to mine. She
drank down half of the beer. I drank, too. It didn't
take long to feel the affects of the alcohol.

I told her briefly about my birthday party, my
friend's names and where we had gone. Jill recalled
her own twenty first birthday. Our experiences of that
milestone night had been similar. And Jill, too, had
hired on at the company at the age of twenty. I liked
this side of Jill. She was always rigidly correct at
work. And, it occurred to me, I had never really seen
her smile before now. My heart thumped as I admired
her beautiful mahogony streaked hair. I reached up and
ran my fingers through my own dark blond hair.

"If you don't mind let's open one of these bottles of
company wine." Jill laughed a throaty laugh. She chose
a bottle from the refrigerator, and found the
corkscrew. She had the cork out quickly, with no
trouble.

Jill found two glasses, poured a glass of wine, and
handed it to me. I sat the beer bottle down on the
kitchen counter beside where Jill worked, and took the
glass of wine from her.

Jill walked over and sat on the edge of the bed,
sliding the leather high heeled pumps off of her feet
and letting them drop to the floor beside her. Up
until that point, I thought I was going to be able to
spend this evening without a single impure thought.
But when she started rubbing her feet together, I
couldn't help but watch. I imagined the sensations
generated by one sensuous foot rubbing against the
other, and a warmth began to spread through me. I
fought off the feelings. I could see red shining
toenails peeking through the sheer fabric of her
pantyhose. I felt inadequate in my knee socks, and
skirt. Like a school girl. I closed my eyes, and took
a drink.

Jill stood up, and removed her pantyhose, pointing her
toes. She glanced up at me, catching me watching her.
And, then Jill sat back down and patted the bed,
beside her, as she turned the television on softly. No
picture. Just music. Light jazz. Gerald Albright. I
couldn't say "no". It would seem odd. So, I hesitantly
joined her. I removed my shoes, too.

I listened as Jill talked about the path her career
took after school. I told her that I was still
experimenting, and trying to find out enough about the
world to decide what I wanted to do. So far, I only
knew what I DIDN'T want. And, I still had a year and a
half of school.

The music got sexier as Kenny G played "The Look Of
Love".

Jill gave me a look that I could only describe as
sultry. I thought I must have misunderstood. I thought
it must just be wishful thinking. I tried to ignore
it. I smiled.

"How do you like the company perks, so far, Sheila?"
Jill grinned mischeviously.

"I'm very lucky to have such a great job with such a
generous company. I would do anything to keep it. Can
I rub your feet, boss?" I laughed. I moved to her
feet, and began to rub, teasing her good naturedly.
Jill laughed. But, closed her eyes and let me
continue. I wasn't sure I should, but I did.

I had a sexual reflexology book, and I knew all about
the pressure points of the feet and hands. I rubbed
and massaged the spots that I had read about, enjoying
the slender, sexy curves of her foot. I lost myself in
my efforts, before I realized what I was doing.

I'm not sure how much time passed before I heard,
"Mmmmmmmm," as Jill moaned softly, breaking my trance
like focus on the massage I administered. She looked
up at the same time I glanced up from my attention to
her soft, smooth foot. Her eyes met mine. "You are
very young to know so much about foot massage," she
cleared her throat smiling weakly. "That feels
wonderful." Her eyes locked with mine. The corner of
her mouth turned up in a tiny smile. "Very good." She
whispered, still looking intently into my eyes, her
lips parted. She took a sip of her wine, and licked
her lips.

I realized what was happening. I looked into her eyes.
"Very good?" I whispered. She nodded, 'yes'. "Sweet
Dreams" emanated from the speakers. I lifted her foot
to my lips, and swirled my hot tongue over her
carefully manicured toe.


I was on fire. I wanted more. I boldly unbuttoned and
opened Jill's jacket, her blouse, and then, unhooked
her bra's front closure, exposing beautiful, creamy
breasts. Jill made no move to stop me, and moaned with
pleasure as I took her nipples into my mouth, one at a
time, teasing the hard balls that her erect nipples
had become with my tongue.


Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with fear. Would what I
was doing be worth it in the morning? I got up, and
went to sit on the loveseat to cool things off.

"I'm so sorry, Jill, I don't know what got into me.
It's just that I admire you so much. I have a bit of a
crush on you." I stammered. "And, I've had too much to
drink." I tried to give the situation every
opportunity to come to a polite end.

Jill came to the loveseat and sat down beside me. I
sat with my knees drawn up. Jill parted my knees. I
closed my eyes as she slipped her fingers behind the
now damp, thin fabric protecting my crotch. I was
embarrassed by my wetness.

"Come back to the bed, Sheila" Jill took my hand,
leading me back to the big, king sized bed. Jill
removed her clothes except for her burgundy panties.
She crawled across the bed to where I was kneeling,
and licked my nipple before taking it between teasing
teeth.
"Everything is O.K." Jill whispered. The older woman
helped slide my skirt down around my hips. Then she
slipped my knee socks down my calves.

I was in ecstacy when our starving lips met. The
kisses that I longed for at night for so long finally
touched my hungry lips, and time stood still as I lost
myself in the exquisite pleasure. My breath caught
sharply as I was overcome with emotion. "Yes," escaped
my lips. I did not mean to say it.

Feverishly we explored each other's bodies, thrilled
at the sensation of touching forbidden flesh. We
touched ourselves together, enjoying the new
experience while satisfying desires long denied.


Jill pulled at my hips, urging me to back up, so that
my excited pussy was poised at the mercy of her
teasing tongue. I felt Jill's tongue lick delicately,
at first, at my pulsing, engorged clit. I heard her
moan when she tasted the juices, and felt her breathe
in my scent. Then she pushed her tongue deeper,
between my cunt lips, into my tight hole.

I was getting close to climax. I craved the taste of
Jill's pussy, and pushed my head down between her
thighs, finding her clit with my tongue. Supported by
my elbow, I parted her cunt lips with my fingers, and
flattened my tongue out against her clit, licking from
the base to the sensitive end. I rubbed and licked my
flattened tongue up and down her clit in a circular
motion. I pushed a finger in side Jill's pussy, while
I slid my hot, wet, tongue against her fleshy shaft.

Soon Jill began to move her hips, writhing to meet my
pleasuring mouth, and pushing my finger deeper inside
her wet clasping, pussy. She began to cry out, as she
reached her orgasm. The sound of her coming aroused me
further, pushing me over the edge, until my body
shuddered, and jerked with involuntary spasms. Jill
sucked at my pussy lips, gently, and licked my wetness
from my tight hole.

After, we lay together, kissing and touching each
other, exploring each other and languishing in the
afterglow of our sex.