Protector Plus

Over breakfast, Lorna checked that I was fine, and when I reassured her I was, she seemed relieved.

“Listen Jenny, when I called you my girl last night, please don’t read anything inappropriate into it.”

I was in turmoil. I liked her calling me ‘her girl’, in fact, I wanted her to be my first…I just didn’t know how to say it. Instead, I tried to joke it off, “It’s okay, I’m straight anyway.”

As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I wanted to kick myself. At that moment in time, I felt anything but straight. I wanted to tell my boss that I masturbated the previous night, imagining it was fingers in me, but instead I effectively told her I wasn’t interested.

Lorna just laughed, “If I had a pound for every time a woman has said that to me would be a very rich woman.”

The rest of the day went well, although I found myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. She was strong and confident in the way she moved and spoke. Joking when humour was needed with a delegate, gently coaching where extra help was needed. She seemed so perfect, and I knew I wanted to explore her world more.

That afternoon, we drove to Lancaster, which wasn’t a long drive. At first, I was silent, and Lorna probed to check I was okay.

“What’s up, Jenny? You are very quiet.”

I took a deep breath as I knew what I was about to say was fraught with danger, but I needed to talk to someone, even if it was my boss, whom I had a crush on.

“You know when we were talking about having a girlfriend and about wanting one?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“And I said at the time I was straight…Well, I don’t think I am…but I’m with Callum...so I am confused.”

“That’s perfectly normal,” she said, “many women are bisexual…like Lesley.”

There it was, the elephant in the room… Lesley. Lorna clearly understood my discomfort.

“I am guessing you saw Lesley in the hotel, or she told you, either way, it doesn’t matter. Yes, I see her from time to time. No, her husband doesn’t know. Yes, my girlfriend knows.”

I wanted to mention the phone call I overheard about them double fucking her, but decided to stay quiet.

“Lesley was curious, so I sated her curiosity. She has no desire to leave her husband, but when I am around, she joins me in my bed and we sate her curiosity some more.”

The car was silent for a while before she spoke again.

“I am guessing you are curious.” I nodded. “Speak up girl, I can’t hear you,” she added sharply.

“Yes I am,” I said timidly, my heart beating like a drum, wondering what would happen next.

“Here we are,” Lorna said as she pulled into the hotel car park, stopping any further conversation.

Once we had checked in, I decided to call Callum, hoping he would tell me how much he loved me and missed me, but all he did was moan about having to do the cooking himself. I think the only thing he was really missing was me running around after him.

After the call, I showered and rubbed scented lotion on my body like I was preparing for a date. I cursed softly as I looked through my clothes, wishing I had something nicer to wear. I couldn’t recycle my dress from the previous night, so in the end I decided on a pair of leggings that hugged me like a second skin. Because of the tightness of the material, I realised that I couldn’t wear normal pantie briefs without showing lines. Normally, I wore thongs with leggings, but like an idiot, I had forgotten to pack any, so I decided to go commando. Throwing caution to the wind, I put my bra back in my case before slipping on a billowing loose silk blouse that came to almost the bottom of my ass. Fastening a thin belt to cinch the blouse in, I felt ready for anything.

I felt as nervous as I did on prom night, which was silly really, as Lorna had given no indication she fancied me, but I desperately wanted her to be my first; I just didn’t know how to engineer it.

“My, my, someone has come dressed to kill,” she chuckled as I sat at the table.

A few minutes we had ordered and were both sipping wine when she looked at me intently, “So, young lady, where did we get to in the car?”

I blushed and mumbled something about Lesley and curiosity, although I am not even sure if it made sense. She smiled and reached over and took my hand, patting it reassuringly,

“I sense someone is a little nervous and doesn’t know how to ask their boss to take them to bed.”

Honestly, if the ground could have opened up and swallowed me at that moment, it would have been a blessed relief.

“Let me reassure you that whatever happens…or doesn’t happen, this evening will only be repeated if it is something we both want. Your first time is a special thing, and I would be honoured to be your first.”

My heart was racing, and my pussy was doing flips as I felt myself getting wet. I was certain that if I stood up now, there would be a wet patch between my legs. Not that I cared, as I would have flown up the stairs to her bed if she had asked me to.

“But before we look to sate your curiosity, we should eat. The food here is wonderful.”

As if by magic, the waiter appeared with our starters that looked so pretty it was almost a shame to spoil them with our utensils.

“So Jenny, what exactly are you curious about?…and spare no details, as be assured I will probe for them if they are not forthcoming.”

I thought for a moment, trying to encapsulate my desires into a few coherent sentences.

“I have read that when a woman makes love to another woman, it is like endless foreplay. Like riding on a dragon through endless clouds.”

She nodded, “But do you not indulge in oral sex with your boyfriend?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it again as the waiter cleared our plates.

“Yes, but he isn’t…” I felt like I was betraying him by talking about his performance, which was bloody stupid when you considered what I was intending to do later. “…He just isn’t very good at it.”

She nodded, “And have you ever tasted your own pussy juices?… I think you said earlier that you had never been with another woman, so I assumed you haven’t tasted another pussy…yet.”

I didn’t know what to say. Her emerald eyes twinkled as she studied my face, like a cat watching a mouse before it pounces.

“Yes, a couple of times,” then feeling emboldened, added, “sometimes on my boyfriend’s cock after he has fucked me.”

Her demeanour didn’t change as she held up her hand to halt our discussion. I thought for one horrible moment I had offended her, but it was merely the waiter serving our main course.

“The trouble with cocks is they go soft,” she said casually as she cut her steak into small, delicate pieces. Then she chuckled, “You will understand later. Now, what about giving up control? How do you feel about that?”

I didn’t know what to say, and my silence must have confirmed that. “I am guessing you and Callum have quite a vanilla lifestyle…you know, nothing kinky," she added with a bright smile.

She was right. I wouldn’t say sex with Callum was boring, but there wasn’t a lot of variation. Callum would often give me a few licks before we made love, but he much preferred me sucking his cock. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, but there hadn’t been many before him. Callum’s cock was, I guess, average, and sex was mainly in the missionary position or doggy fashion. We had tried anal sex a few times, but he was so eager that it hurt, so we didn’t do it much.

She remained silent and just studied my face, her eyes boring into my soul.

“Sometimes there is pure pleasure in just the simple act of relinquishing control and allowing your partner to do whatever they think will please you.”

It wasn’t so much her words, but the way in which she said them had me squirming in my seat and made my pussy flip with excitement.

After we had finished the main course, the waiter offered us desserts, but Lorna replied, “I think we will skip those.” Then, as the waiter walked out of earshot, she whispered, “There is something much nicer to eat in my room.”

We walked to her room in silence, but once inside, she looked deep into my eyes,

“You don’t have to do this; it won’t have any impact on our working relationship, whatever you decide.”

I looked into her eyes and could see compassion mixed with lust, a beautiful concoction.

“I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”

She sat in the chair as I tried to strip in the sexiest manner I could to show her how attracted to her I was. As I gyrated my hips slightly, I undid my top to reveal my breasts and pushed down my leggings to reveal my pussy. As I stepped out of them, she looked at me and let out a small sound of disapproval.

I stopped and looked at her face, no doubt the panic written clearly on mine as she smiled, “You don’t shave.”

I have always kept myself neat and tidy in my nether regions with nothing more than a light trim to ensure nothing sticks out beyond bikini bottoms. I stammered and blushed as she rose from her chair and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she had a towel, a small tube and a new disposable razor.

“Shaved pussy always tastes nicer. I keep mine bald. Now lie on the towel and open your legs.”

I could see that she was indeed speaking the truth, as while in the bathroom she had quickly divested herself of her clothes and was as naked as I was. I lay on the bed with my legs apart, trying to come to terms with this situation. I was naked with my lesbian boss, who hadn’t even kissed me yet, but I was lying with my knees apart, letting her shave me. Before I could say anything, I felt her delicate fingers massaging my pubic bone, and a quick glance revealed that she was rubbing some form of cream into my pubic hairs. The razor seemed to glide over my skin, and with a few strokes, I was totally devoid of hair.

“There you go...good enough to eat,” she laughed as she wiped the last of the cream away with the end of the towel.

I could feel her fingertips caressing my skin as she traced her nail away from my pussy and up towards my breasts. Her nail teased first one nipple and then the other before continuing up to my mouth. As she ran her nail over the contours of my face, I found myself mewing and turning towards her like a cat being offered a treat. Then she bent her head and gently kissed me, her tongue tracing over my teeth as she gently invaded my mouth. Her kiss was far gentler than Callum’s, yet at the same time was more possessive as it felt like she was telling me non-verbally that I was hers. My pussy was tingling, not just from the shaving but from the pulsing blood racing through my veins.

She slid her naked body down over mine, her tongue teasing my flesh, her teeth nibbling delicately at folds of flesh. She tortured each nipple in turn, sucking and chewing until I was begging her to move further down, pushing her head towards my pussy. When she finally arrived at the place I needed her to be, I could feel her hot breath whispering across my delicate folds before her firm tongue took a long lick, ending on my clit. As she moved to take another lick, it was almost as if she had changed her mind, as her lips returned to my clit and started to suckle and tease it.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, every fibre of my being on fire.

“Language, young lady,” came Lorna’s amused and muffled reply. At the same time, she slipped a finger into my soaking pussy, twisting it as she lapped at my clit and hood.

One finger became two, and her licking became more intense as she relentlessly drove me towards an orgasm. When I finally came, I could feel myself clamping on her fingers as I bucked and writhed, tugging hard at her hair.

“Oh God...Oh GOD,” I screamed as she quickly withdrew her fingers and clamped her mouth over my pussy, sucking like it was the elixir of life.

“Well done, young lady, now relax,” she said softly as she moved to lie next to me, cradling my head against her breast.

I could feel the steady beat of her heart through her flesh, which was so much slower than mine, which was beating like a runaway Duracell bunny. Without prior thought, I turned my head so I could suckle on her nipple, and as I did, like a contented baby, she stroked my hair, making small loving noises like you would calm a pet.

I moved my hand to her body, not sure what to do, but feeling the need for greater contact. Stroking her skin like it was a precious object d’art, I could feel her contentment radiating through my fingertips. Deciding to be bolder, I began to explore her flesh, touching and teasing as she had done to me. Firstly, with my fingers and then my lips and tongue.

“You don’t have to,” she murmured in a feeble protest, but I wanted to give her the same level of pleasure she had just given me.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said in a small voice and felt her hand caress my hair.

“Do to me what you would want done to yourself.”

Emboldened by her words, I licked every inch of her skin I could reach. Behind her knees, her calves, her thighs, his flanks, under her breasts, across her nipples. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, a taste I would remember forever. I eventually ended my journey between her thighs and spent a moment staring at her pussy, something that you can never do to yourself, well, unless you straddle a mirror. I traced my nail along her pussy lips, seeing the pearls of nectar appear and hearing her gentle moans of pleasure. When the small pink bud appeared, I flicked at it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth like a mini-nipple. I knew I was doing something right as her groans of pleasure became louder and more juices started to appear.

I pushed a finger into her wetness, twisting it for a moment before removing it and sucking on it like it was a small penis. I loved the musky sweet taste, and once my finger was clean, I inserted two, greedy for more. I started to finger fuck her as she encouraged me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me in.

“Three.”

I knew what her words meant, and pushing a third finger in, I used them deeper as she writhed around the bed. I planned in my head what I wanted to do, but the strength of how she gripped my fingers surprised me as she arched from the bed. With an effort, I pulled my fingers free, but before I could clamp my mouth over her pussy, a squirt of juices shot towards me. Some hit my face, some in my mouth, but before any could be wasted, I clamped my mouth over her convulsing pussy and let her squirt into my mouth.

Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms and she looked at me, “Are you sure you have never licked pussy before?” I shook my head, then glowed with pride as she added, “Well, you are damn good at it.”