1 comments/ 13643 views/ 0 favorites Susie's Peaks Ch. 01 By: Kevsta There was an air of despondency about the place. Times were hard, and much as it pained the boss, he had had to let some of them go. It wasn't easy, but with the way things were, it was trim down or go bust. Susan sat at her desk. She would be sad to leave, but then again it wasn't the end of the world for her. At least they didn't depend on her money to live on, it was for little luxuries really. She squirmed in her seat. Little luxuries! At that thought, the silk of her knickers had seemed to wake up and caress the tops of her thighs, and just give enough pressure to her hidden sweet pussy. Ah luxuries! She smiled to herself, then started typing quickly, in case anyone had noticed. One of the little luxuries she had indulged in had been pairs of knickers, not panties. Her on-line Lover had made her realise the difference, and with that in mind she hadn't been extravagant, but had opted for some nice silk knickers. The feel was incredible compared to the steady reliable cotton panties she had worn without thinking for years. She glanced up at the clock. It was coming up to 11. She furrowed her brow, and tried to finish the rows of figures and details she should be concentrating on, but it was hard.... + At ten minutes to ten, she had received an email from her on-line "Master". They had never met, but with his words and ways, he had opened up the door to the secret Susan, the one who had fantasies.......... "My curvy Pet, It is your last week. You have dares to do while you can. I am glad you wore the blouse and jumper you described earlier this week, and the skirt. You look so good in them" Could he actually see her? She wondered if it were any of the people who were in the office, or the ones who came in and out, but no, it couldn't be. He was making her so aware of her body with his words! "You will -- at precisely ten o'clock, go to the ladies toilets, with your handbag. Once in there, you will remove your jumper, remove your blouse, and remove your bra. Replace the blouse and jumper. No one can actually see your breasts my lovely, the shape of your nipples may be slightly more defined, but it is not as if you will be topless. Put the bra in your bag, and go back to work. As you walk, as you type, as you move, every caress and touch of your nipples by the fabric of your blouse will be the kiss of my lips. Your K.x x x" She was so conscious that she was bra-less. Some of the younger girls in the office wore push-ups and plunging necklines, but she had never been able to try that look. What would people think! She was married, with a family, good old Susan, homely, motherly, dependable, safe. But the Susan inside wanted to try things........ Just picking up papers from her desk made her aware of the movement of each breast, a slight swinging, certainly not unpleasant, and the brush of her nipples, when they had hardened, across the cotton -- God! It felt like there was a wire from each nipple to her pussy. There were no comments from anyone to her bra-less state, no one really looked, but she had been aware that a couple of the men, one of them her boss, had actually not been looking into her eyes when speaking to her, they had been casually assessing her bosom, as it heaved, freely, when she spoke or moved. "The delight is always in the unseen, and not the seen" K had once said. And she fully understood. The things he wanted her to do were always the things she had desired to do but was too scared to. It had started with a silly 30-minute knickerless dare. And he had lead her, step by step, to some incredible feats. And orgasms! Again she smiled, then groaned inwardly as the memories caused her excitement to travel to her groin. She glanced at the clock, and with an inward moan this time, as her sensitive nipples burst back into life, rose from her seat. On the way to the ladies room, she shyly noticed that her boss, and another chap who was with him, looked at her, but not her face, and then looked at her face and smiled. The shape of her nipples, discreetly protruding through the two layers had definitely caught their eye! Once there, she removed her knickers, slowly, and placed them in her bag. "Oh Master, what am I doing!" she thought. Susie's Peaks Ch. 02 Continuing Susie's Adventures into her fantasies. Made possible by the help of my good friend, Redfacedandnaked.xx + On the way to the ladies room, she shyly noticed that her boss, and another chap who was with him, looked at her, but not her face, and then looked at her face and smiled. The shape of her nipples, discreetly protruding through the two layers had definitely caught their eye! Once there, she removed her knickers, slowly, and placed them in her bag. "Oh Master, what am I doing!" she thought. + "Your breasts look so good, so natural, so curvy without a bra my love" he had written, the email coming at half past ten, the little ping! announcing its arrival. "Now to enjoy the feeling of hidden nakedness, naughty knickerlessness, while you work, you will, at precisely eleven o'clock, return to the loos, and remove those silken knickers from your sweet little pussy, baring your sex, and those curvy bum cheeks of yours, to the air. Imagine, if you like, everyone else with no underwear. You are safe my Pet, no one knows of your, or OUR, little secret!" Susan sat back down at her desk. She squirmed, she wriggled, she groaned. Oh why....! Every movement sent her nipples on somersaults of ecstasy, and her now knickerless pussy, the lips moist and pursed, she felt, felt so alive! The lining of her skirt on her thighs had always felt slinkily, kinkily exotic, the flesh responding to the touch, but if she sat wrong (how could that be wrong?) it slipped, slicked, slid across her lips. She shuddered as she moved slightly. "Susan" She jumped startled by the voice at her shoulder. Her boss leant over, slightly behind her. Oh my God! Could he see her breasts heaving, as she fought her naughty body, could he see her nipples harden as she reacted to his closeness, could he smell her musky scent over her spray perfume? Her Master must have known this would happen at some point, how she would react. She turned, peering over her glasses at her Boss. "I'm sorry you're leaving, I know we shall....err...miss having you..." Time stood still. "having you" In her sexually aroused state, she imagined being laid naked across his desk in his office, all the men in the company standing, waiting their turn.............all in a millisecond. "... around. We're going for a drink at dinner, just half an hour, not a celebration really, just my way of saying thank you. Just for thirty minutes. Everyone's going. See you then!" and he walked away. She felt as if she had started to breathe again, turning her red-faced cheeks to the screen in front of her, trying to concentrate on finishing her work. Gradually she began to calm down, the pert state of her breasts, the open moistness of her pussy lips a comforting feel. Would her Master be pleased? She emailed him. She hesitated, and then wrote all about her feelings when her Boss had stood next to her. And her fleeting vision. She pressed send. Glad of the freedom, she picked up some papers that needed photocopying. As she stood next to the machine, the fan inside the copier sent a gust of warm air, up her skirt, across her stocking clad legs, onto her pussy. She trembled. Her breasts jiggled. The young lad from the stores was stood in front of her, waiting his turn. He was too shy to chat to women, but she noticed him ogling her nipples through the two clothing layers. Smiling, she bent down to scratch her ankle, and move her pussy from that movement of air up her skirt. She had only two buttons undone above the V-neck of her jumper, but knew that the lad would at least see the tops of her breasts. She wished, oh how she wished, just for a moment, that he could see all the way down, over her breasts to her moist open pussy. Picking up the copies, she walked back to her desk, the lust inside her glowing like a dormant fire, warming her, bathing her in an aura, a glow of sensuality. A cough. She looked up. Blushing, there was the young lad, holding out the originals she had left in the machine. "Thank you" she said, and winked at him. He seemed to run away back through the office, but she had noticed his strained trousers, trying to contain a bulge that hadn't been there earlier! At half past eleven, having obviously read her email and approved, she received his next order. No, that was wrong, she thought. It is his next request. She couldn't remember him ever ordering her to do anything, merely asking, nicely, firmly, suggestively, knowing that she would be comfortable with his words, his needs. Her needs! "My sweet little darkling Pet" he wrote. "How well you have served me today, How well you have carried out these requests. You know that I will never force you to do anything. However, by teasing the office boy as you did, I think you must be punished" Her breath caught. It had felt right to do it, but of course, she hadn't asked if she could tease anyone. She read on. "At twelve o'clock, you will remove your stockings, your hold-ups, those sheaths of nylon that encase your legs. You will place them, along with your bra and your knickers, into a drawer in your desk, but not at the back. No my Pet, they will be in the drawer on top of whatever is in there. You will do this at your desk. You WILL go to lunch, dressed as you are then. You WILL go for a drink, for the half hour. However, while you are all there, having your drink, you will be without a bra, knickerless, and bare-legged. You will chat to the office boy, and you will smile at him, wink at him, and make sure he sees your nipples. That is all. Report to me when you return" She was stunned. She had displeased him by making her own moment of pleasure. She squirmed on the chair, immediately regretting it, as fresh sparks of energy caused her face to flush. She eyed the clock, watching............ At twelve, she looked around, everyone was busy, the Boss was at the back, chatting to one of the others, all eyes and minds were focussed on work, getting things finished, working towards lunch. Oh God, the lunch drink. Her fingers, normally nimble, slid her skirt up her right leg and fumbled with the welt, grasping it, she leant forward, dropping her shoe off, and stretching the nylon over her foot, into her hand, balling it up. Now she was stuck. Put it in the drawer, or take the other one off while she could? She could hardly stay like this, one leg in black, one leg bare. She took a breath, and repeated the action with the left one. Her hands sought her handbag, pulling the undergarments out. She slid the second drawer open and dropped them in on top of labels, papers, clutter. As she closed the drawer, her Boss walked past. With a blushing face, (she imagined it scarlet), she looked up at him. He smiled, with an eyebrow raised, and carried on. Had he seen ....? She stared at the screen, eyes unseeing, as she took in her current state of undress. But wait, no, she wasn't undressed, she was fully dressed. At least to anyone who looked at her. Anyone who looked hard might see no outline of a bra, the hint of a nipple, anyone who saw her legs might notice them bare, would they have seen them clad in nylon earlier? Would they even remember? Would she get away with this? Oh God, the drinks at lunch..... She emailed her Master "It is done!" And watched the clock, in between mundane work tasks, as the finger crept (oh why did she have to imagine THAT!) solidly to the thirty minute mark. + Susie's Peaks Ch. 03 She emailed her Master "It is done!" And watched the clock, in between mundane work tasks, as the finger crept (oh why did she have to imagine THAT!) solidly to the thirty minute mark. + In the pub, she had been aware, every second, that underneath her clothes, she really was naked. A first glance would have seen a curvy, attractively blonde woman, in jumper and skirt. But her Master knew that underneath... Was he here! She searched the faces at the bar discreetly, but no-one was looking at her unusually. She turned to Mike, the young office boy, who was standing with a pint of beer, looking on as everyone else mingled. He seemed really shy and vulnerable. She had to please her Master, so she stepped to him at the bar. "Hello Mike. It's a shame we're leaving isn't it. I really liked my job....and the people" And she winked at him. He spluttered on his beer, answering her, shyly, haltingly. There were only ten minutes left before they would have to go back to work. Susan raised herself onto the empty stool beside Mike, and carried on chatting to him. He spoke, answering her, sort of talking, but his eyes always seemed to roam to her bosom, her breasts, those orbs of delight. She purposefully kept moving, shimmying on the stool, the heat in her knickerless crotch like a fire, the heat in her belly making her face flush, the glass of wine making her feel a little more daring, the tingling in her breasts causing her hard nipples to stick out like little bullets. Out of the corner of her eye, she was also aware that her Boss had been looking at her, but he was stuck with old Mrs Prim&Proper from accounting. Ha ha! She laughed to herself as she wondered what the old girl would have thought if she had been aware of Susan's state! She turned back to Mike, and saw him staring at her breasts, at her nipples. "Damn" she said, as she purposely let her shoe drop to the floor. Mild, shy, quiet Mike dropped to pick it up for her, and as he did so, she carefully, slowly, deliberately crossed her legs, the loose skirt riding up on her legs. Had he seen? She didn't know, probably not, but what a wicked thought crossed her mind. His hand held out her shoe. "Thanks love" she smiled, and raised her foot to place the shoe back on, the skirt again rising, opening, the expanse of bare thigh clearly open to the warm air of the pub, and to Mike -- blushing Mike, stock still. "Come on then, we'd best get back to the grindstone" she called out, and stood, turning to find her jacket, and joined the others as they crowded out of the bar for the short walk back to the office. Jostled through the doorway by some of the others, she felt as if she was on cloud nine, if only they knew what they were next to! She hoped her Master would be pleased with her report when she sent it. While some of the others went to get a coffee and snatch the last ten minutes of their break, Susan was back at her desk, feverishly typing, eyeing the desk drawer, wondering when she would be able to get "dressed" again, and get back to "normal" She was so enjoying this liberation though + "My darling Pet" her heart rose with his email "you have been such a delight, such a wonder today!" His words comforted her, she had pleased him, but had pleasured herself too. The "old" Susan would never have dared any of these things, only dreamt of them, written of them. "Your reward my sweetness, you have earned the choice" She smiled, she loved every word from him, the praise seemed to dive straight to her hear. She loved her Master, unseen as he was. Then she held her breath as she read on. No. He couldn't want her to do that! Surely! "You will return again to the ladies room. Take your handbag, but leave your items of intimacy in your desk, you will not need them. Your reward, my sweetheart, is your choice, for flashing that sweet hot little portal, the pussy of my dreams, to another. .. Jumper or blouse. Which would you dare go without?" She shuddered. No. It was a step too far. She knew that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. He would not admonish her if she refused, but would praise her for the steps taken along the way to finding that boundary, that line that she would not, could not cross. That is why she felt safe with him all the time. But oh, how she longed to please him, how she yearned for his love, and she knew that she needed to find her limits. "If you accept the dare, will it be the V-neck jumper that stimulates your nipples, caresses the curve of your breast, defines the shape of your boobs, hugs the smoothness of your belly. Or will it be the blouse that displays the centre of your aureole, skims the soft undercurve of your bosom, straining against the buttons? The choice is yours. But you will go home like that at the end of the day, under your jacket. Skirt and jumper, skirt and blouse. And you will be so hot, so horny my love, you will want to jump into the shower when you get home for release. I dare you. K.x x x" She stared at the screen, confused, bewildered, questioning her sanity. Did he really expect her to travel home in that state? Did he expect her to be so undressed in the place she worked? Finally, indignantly, rebelliously, she had replied. She hit the send button with such an air of authoritative calm that her friend Janet across the way looked at her. Susan merely smiled back, watching the afternoon sun, as it beamed in through the window, warming the slightly deflated atmosphere. The lunch time cheeriness had dulled, as those who would be leaving realised this was now one day nearer finishing, one day nearer leaving. Those who were staying on hoped they weren't looking smug, or too happy. She rose from her desk. "Just off to the loo, damn those dinner time drinks" she smiled at Janet. Her friend grinned back. As she walked, Susan swayed her hips just a little more than usual, sauntered so that her legs wafted fresh air onto her naked thighs, her bare pussy. Her breasts reacted to the walk also, slightly swaying, the nipples on the upturn of her curved globes enjoying the feel of their moments of freedom. In the cubicle, she carefully wiped herself dry, and flushed the toilet. Turning to the door, she paused. "So, it was my choice, was it Master!" she laughed out loud. And began to lift the jumper over her head. Susie's Peaks Ch. 04 Thanks to Redfacedandnaked for so much inspiration. * "So, it was my choice, was it Master!" she laughed out loud. And began to lift the jumper over her head. + Reality hit her, sobering away some of the effects of dinner-time wine. For a moment, she realised she was at work, in the ladies toilets, standing in a pair of shoes and a skirt, her breasts bare. Immediately her mind raced to her Master, she wished he could be here to see this, could be here to touch her. Her pussy tingled, her senses were on overload, and she heard the outer door of the toilets swing open, then bang shut as the inner door opened and someone stepped into the cubicle next to hers. She trembled as she reached for the handle, and flushed the loo. She lifted her blouse from the hook on the door, and balled it into her bag, open on the cistern. Hurriedly, she slipped the jumper on, unlatching the door, and picking up her bag. At the sink, she splashed water onto her face, red and coloured -- from excitement or embarrassment, and dried herself with a paper towel. As she flicked her hair, checking her face was no longer flushed, she saw Janet step from the cubicle and step towards her. Her eyes dropped to the front of her soft woollen jumper, the softness of her breasts wasn't as defined as when she wore a bra, but damn those nipples! She smiled at Janet, and reached for her bag. Horrified, she realised she hadn't fully closed it, and the white cotton of her blouse could easily be seen. "Not used to dinner-time drinks then?" Janet laughingly said. "You look flustered!" "Umm, yeah, it's unusual for me. I just seem to feel hot" Bad choice of words, she thought. Hot is definitely what I feel, but it's nothing to do with the damned heating! "The sun's nice though, through the windows. Sort of cheers this place up today. It could certainly do with something to lift up the spirits. I took my jacket off, I was warm too!" Susan looked at Janet, realising that she was, in fact, only in her blouse and skirt. As they stepped towards the door though, she couldn't help but notice how smooth and shapely the cotton was, stretched across Janet's back, her shoulders defined, the shoulder blades moving as she pulled the door -- she had no bra on! There were no strap marks showing through, no edge on the top of the shoulders. As Janet held the door for her, and Susan took the handle, her eyes dropped to Janet's skirt. And her other hand. There, balled up in her fist, was that a pair of tights? Over her shoulder, as she opened the outer door, Janet smiled at Susan. "Let's go cheer 'em up then!" Heart pounding, Susan's imagination reached overdrive, she was going to walk back to her desk, her breasts beneath the cotton jumper free, and visible, her nipples tingling, burning almost, at the rub of the fabric. Was Janet knickerless too under that skirt? They walked side by side, arms rubbing occasionally, which sent goose bumps along her skin. Janet's nipples were also visible, as Susan glanced down at her friends blouse front, noticing the top three buttons were open, displaying a soft cleavage, much the same as her own jumper revealed.. Reaching her desk, she slowly sat, wondering, almost in a daydream, placing her bag on the floor before reaching inside, pulling out the blouse and placing it in the drawer, covering the intimate items already in there. Her breathing was heavy, her pulse racing, as she looked across at Janet, who was dropping a pair of tights into a drawer at her desk. She winked back at Susan, who felt her face flush again. "Master, it is done" she typed "but I am not alone" and she blinked, as she wrote her report. + As she worked, she was aware that Janet would occasionally look across at her from her desk. When their eyes met, she smiled back at Janet. She was sure her face must be beaming red! It didn't help that her Master had sent her a short story, of neighbours discovering each other. Some of the things they did...! Well, she had never done them, well, not all of them, but she wanted to experience them. She was of the age where she wanted to try anything, everything, at least once. If she didn't like it, she could at least have said that she had tried. She couldn't help but smile to herself as the thought crossed her mind that she WAS experiencing something new. Virtually naked in an office. She felt the blush and the heat rise to her cheeks again. Oh no, Janet was coming over to her desk. "Hey, do you have any of those sheets of labels? I need to print a hundred of these for the despatch room, and I've run out of them" Susan was aware that Janet was waving an empty label box in one hand. She was leaning down on Susan's desk, resting on her other arm. Looking down to the drawer as she reached for the handle, Susan counted four buttons open on the blouse, and the full side of Janet's breasts were clearly visible. The soft curves of Janet's breasts had looked so -- she shuddered - so inviting. She blinked and looked down, at the drawer she had opened, her blouse covering the bra and knickers, and the hold ups...As she reached for the sheets of labels, the blouse slipped down to the back, and a bra strap, lacy knicker edge, and a hold-up welt accusingly revealed themselves. She slammed the drawer shut, but not before Janet must have seen. "Thanks Pet. Glad it's not just me who's ...hot in here..." and Susan watched, mesmerised by the moment, as Janet stepped back over to her own desk. + "My darkling little sweet curvy Susan" his email warmed her. "I am sorry, I seem to have you balanced on the edge of reason today. I should let you get back to normal" Susan breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to hold onto her sanity and carry on working at this rate. Buzzing, in the background, all of her sexual senses had been hovering, occasionally peaking to remind her of her wantonness. Her heart dropped. "But there is another way" She read on, in disbelief. In the order of one day at work, he had produced from within her the ability to maintain the air of shyness she always had, yet to realise the dreams of her fantasies, beyond her expectations. What would people think of her! She was safe, married, dependable, with a family, the "good old Susan", homely, motherly. But the Susan inside wanted to try things, and he had had her try so many things today. She should not be surprised at his latest request of her. She had yet to find the limit, the boundary. She must be close, but as she read his email again, wondering, daring herself to picture the undertaking, her libido burst, her pussy suddenly feeling awash, her nipples aching, her breasts wanting to be touched. She pressed send "I will Master, at three" + She hurried through her work, the clock ticking, occasional smiles from Janet, aware of the ache in her pussy, the blush of her face. Twice she had to go to the water cooler to get a cold drink. Janet had followed her the second time, no words spoken, but she had looked Susan in the eye. There seemed a knowing in that look. Susan was on heat. How could he have her like this, she wondered? Unseen, never met, never spoken, yet with his words, he had found the hidden Susan, the ageless Susan, the woman inside her who had lain dormant for so many years. And she was happy. He loved her, she knew that. There was no way he could say it to her face, no way he could show her, but she knew. That love was strong, safe, protective. And she loved him -- for the gift he had given her, of freedom, of this new exploration of her inner self. Walking back to her desk, she had been aware of admiring glances from some, and she sensed a puzzlement in them, they were suddenly aware of her, yet they didn't know why. The inner secret made her glow, and radiate confidence. She was less self conscious now, knowing that all they could see was Susan, walking back to her desk, nice skirt, nice jumper. Tracey had asked her at lunch, in passing, if she had had her hair done, she looked different, and it suited her. Susan had choked back a laugh, as she thought "Yes, I have a parting in my pussy hair, to stop it tickling!" At three pm, she stepped into the cubicle in the loos, slipped off her skirt, and hung it on the door with her jumper. She stood, naked, in her shoes, her necklace and earrings the only adornment to her body. Her mind blanked out the view of the toilets, clean as they were, and she imagined herself naked in the middle of nothing. She stood, legs apart, facing the door, one had on the wall for balance, as her fingers dropped, lower, lower, till they found the nub of her clit, and she sighed, she began to rub, feeling the pent-up frustration of being permanently teased all day build to a head. She pictured him, her Master, somewhere (where?) at this exact moment, stroking his shaft, picturing her, as she locked her knees, feeling the boil of her orgasm deep within her, all concentrated there, on her clit. There she was- naked, trembling, lost in the moment, right on the edge. She heard the doors open, and someone came in to the toilets. They went into the cubicle next to her. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. Oh my God, she was frustrated, she didn't want to be denied, not now! Should she carry on or wait? She carried on! She couldn't imagine not finishing, it was there, it was so close. Re-starting, she again climbed towards that peak, and she heard the shuffle of shoes in the next stall. As she came, the orgasm washed over her, her body shaking. She tried to bite her lip, but realised that she must have whimpered quite loudly! She tried to regain her breath, and slowly sank, to sit on the lid of the toilet behind her. Trying to muffle her breathing, she reached for her jumper and quietly slipped it back on. At least her nipples seemed to have relaxed now, and weren't quite so obvious. She began to relax, and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth coursing through her body, her aching legs stretched out in front of her. She slipped the skirt on over her shoes, and stood quickly, wiping her pussy lips with a square of paper before pulling the skirt all the way up and flushing the loo. She heard the flush from next door, waited until the doors both slammed shut and then came out. Janet was standing there smiling at her! "Hey Susan, you okay Pet?" "Umm, yes fine. I just felt a bit squiffy" and she turned to splash water on her face. Did Janet know...? Janet smiled, and said "Oh!, and looked at Susan with a 'yeah right' kind of smile. "Well, I didn't mean to embarrass you. And I know I shouldn't do this, but......." Susan's eyes nearly popped out of her head. As Janet was speaking, she was unbuttoning her blouse. She shook her head in disbelief, what on earth was she doing? Janet stepped towards Susan, who stepped back, until she realised she was backing into the cubicle where she had...where she had just...She gasped as Janet's hands reached out, one towards Susan, the other to close and lock the door. Janet's soft hands slid under the jumper, stroking Susan's waist, stroking her back, as the two women came closer together, closer, nearer, until they stood face to face. She felt as if she nearly died when Janet's lips brushed hers, a quizzical look on Janet's face, an eyebrow raised, and then the kiss... Oh God, she felt as if her legs would give way, it was so soft, so delicate, so insistent. Her tongue matched Janet's, snaking between their sealed lips, till open-mouthed she let herself be lost in that moment, that kiss. Locked in an embrace. Susan's found her hands were on Janet's back, on the skin, underneath the un-done blouse, stroking her, feeling the soft yet warm skin. The kiss broke. Janet looked at her, smiling, stepping back. "I'm sorry, I just...I heard you, I need to..." And Susan watched, as Janet flipped the front of her skirt up, one hand reaching, displaying a shaved pussy, no hairs there, just the bold lips, parting, making way for the fingers as Janet began to rub herself, bending down. "Oh God, I feel so naughty, Susan, you are a naughty girl too aren't you!" Susan sat back on the lid, reaching for Janet's breasts, caressing them, stroking them, feeling every inch, as her face bent up to her prey, again, their lips locking. She felt the cold shock on Janet's lips and her gasped breathing, muffled by their kissing as an orgasm poured wave after wave through the standing woman's body. When she had recovered, Susan stood, pushing Janet back to the door, taking her hands and pressing herself against the softness before her. She pressed her breasts against Janet's as she raised her hands, lifting Janet's hands up towards the top of the door. She left the kiss with a lick of Janet's lips, her friend whimpering slightly, as Susan, with nimble fingers, lovingly re-buttoned the blouse, leaving the top three buttons undone. "Well, Janet!" she whispered, "that was nice! That is two firsts for me in here! Have you done this before?" Janet shook her head, then lowered her face, before lifting it again to look Susan in the eyes. "No, I've never...but seeing you, and your...your things in the drawer, and your legs at lunch with Mike" Susan gasped "well, I, I just wanted to. I didn't know you were in here, but when I heard you, I wanted...I want to do this -- again. Teach me!" Susan smiled at her. Lord knows what her Master would think. Would he be pleased? Would he set her a punishment! She didn't care. She would tell him all. She would leave no detail untold. Perhaps he would reward her? Maybe he would punish her? She didn't care. She just knew that she had still yet to find her limits. And that she would be able to realise another of her long-held fantasies, or dreams. She could make it a reality. If he wanted her to. And he would. "Well Janet" she said, as they stepped from the cubicle, and pulled the door open "I think that there will be every possibility that I, we, both of us can do this again. And maybe we should go for a drink at lunchtime again -- soon! You do realise there was more than one bar-stool there don't you!" and they left together, smiling and laughing. Mrs Prim&Proper from accounts frowned at them as she pushed past to enter the ladies. + As she pressed send on her email, reporting back to her Master that she had completed the task -- and some! -- she read the last line again. She knew what he would think, she wished he could carry it out. "I felt so naughty" she had written. And he had once told her that naughty girls should always be spanked... + The End?