9 comments/ 66285 views/ 3 favorites The Stockroom By: patricia51 Adam leaned on his broom and sighed. He stared off into space for a few moments, before shaking his head. That wasn't getting anything done, neither the leaning not the staring. He reached for the dust pan and shoveled the accumulated trash into it and dumped it into the trash bag beside him. He started to tie the bag closed, then decided to check the aisles of the store one more time. He firmly told himself that he was looking for dust and dirt. He was not looking for Janey. Adam sighed again. He wasn't fooling himself. He had developed a crush on the slender, blonde girl last year in their senior year of high school. They were friends, but he had always been too shy to ask her out. Attending the same college, they had taken a couple of classes together and he had been thrilled when she mentioned the store she worked at in the evenings was looking for more help. He had rushed down to the combination computer/electronics/office supplies stores and filled out the forms, listing Janey as a reference. After all, he had reasoned, he had known her for several years. The manager, Mr. Andrews, looked over his application and hired him for the evening shift. "The same as your friend, Janey, in fact." Adam was jubilant, made even more so by the discovery that the evenings usually consisted of Janey, himself and Paula. Paula was an older red headed woman, in her forties. Not officially a member of the management team, she still had a key and the alarm codes, allowing the others to split and leave her with her two junior workers to clean up and close. They made an odd trio. Janey was petite, standing barely above 5 foot, blonde and bubbly. Everyone was her friend. Paula, twice the age of her co-workers, calm and serious, but never prone to lecturing or yelling when the younger two made mistakes. And then Adam himself, almost 6 feet tall with a body that seemed skinny but actually was layered in swimmer's muscles. One of the duties that Adam assumed was to make the night deposit. Revitalization or not, this area was not the best in the city, and it simply was safer for a male to drive to the bank's night depository window. Each evening the three of them worked Paula would give Adam the locked bank bag, let him out the side door and he would make the deposit. When he returned, he would tap on the door and either one of the girls would let him in. After several weeks of this routine, Paula simplified it. She gave Adam her key to the side door so he could let himself back in and not interrupt the final wind up of the day's business. Even at night traffic could be snarled downtown, so he often was gone for up to a half hour. Since he had no idea of the alarm codes, making a duplicate key would have done him no good. He wasn't tempted by that idea anyway. The only temptation at the store was Janey. Adam brought himself back to the present and hauled the bag to the side door. When he went to the bank he would drop the trash in the dumpster. He walked up to the front office where Paula was finishing the deposit. Janey was resting hee elbows on the counter, her back to him. He slowed for a second, drinking in the sight of slender legs showing beneath the simple skirt and the way the material pulled tight across her butt. Paula looked up and smiled. For an instant Adam panicked, worried that she might have noticed his staring at Janey. But neither her expression nor her voice seemed to say anything. She simply smiled and handed him the deposit bag. Adam let himself out and got in his car. He pulled out of the parking lot and started down the street. At the first red light he swore, pulled into the closed gas station on the corner and turned around. He had forgotten the garbage. He hopped out of the car. He hesitated and then picked up the bank bag and locked the car before going to the side door. The area was well-lit, but it didn't pay to take chances. He unlocked the door and stepped in, putting the bag down on a nearby display. He was about to pick up the garbage when he heard a giggle, followed by a door closing and then the faint click of a lock. That was a bit strange. Paula didn't use the front office and the sound came from the back room anyway. Intrigued, he carefully locked the door he had just come in and walked to the stock room. Before this part of down town had given way to urban decay, and then inner city revitalization, the blocks here had been warehouses. When the contractors had roofed in the old loading areas and split them up to make separate places, they had left what seemed to Adam to be old receiving offices here and there. One remained in what was now the stockroom of this store. Adam couldn't think of any other reason there was a small little structure with windows in approximately every third subdivision. The company had painted over the windows, put a locking handle on the door and had furnished it as an office. Since the store manager had an office in the front, the back area had become a collection point for old files, out-of-date items and anything else no one needed but was reluctant to throw away. Adam was curious by nature and for really no particular reason, had looked over the outside of the storeroom before. He had found the paint had peeled from the corners of several of the window. One, in fact, allowed someone to see just about the entire room. That window was almost at the back wall so he had to be careful to work his way to it without making noise. The light inside was on, so he was pretty sure he wouldn't be seen. He looked through the small opening . Janey was standing in front of the desk, a teasing look on her face. She turned and leaned over the desk top, as though looking for something. Since she was looking back over her shoulder the entire time, it was obviously an act. The fingers of her right hand caught the hem of her tan skirt. She leaned again, lifting her foot and sliding her skirt up her leg. Adam smothered a gasp when the skirt rose far enough to expose the bottom of her tight little ass and the area between her legs. Janey was not wearing panties. He managed to tear his eyes away from Janey and look at the object of her teasing. Paula was leaning against the closed door. A look of bright excitement was on her face. One hand was at her neck, and Adam realized she was undoing the buttons of her high collared blouse. God, was she getting undressed? Were the two of them going to... The painful pressure in his groin made him spare a momentary glance down. His cock was as hard as he had ever known it to be, harder than when he masturbated at night while imagining making love to Janey. But he had never imagined anything like this. He fumbled at his belt as he peered back into the window. Janey had leaned back against the desk, smiling as Paula shrugged out of her blouse. Adam had never really paid attention to the older woman. After all, she was in her forties for goodness sake. He was rather staggered as Paula proceeded to unfasten her bra, revealing a full, rounded pair of breasts. Adam acknowledged to himself that he hadn't inspected a lot of breasts, but Paula's big, brown nipples were the largest he had ever seen. Paula remained at the door. Her hands ran down her sides and over her thighs. Her hands never stopped moving, now sliding between her legs and lifting her skirt, now letting the skirt fall and moving up the back of her thighs over her ass. Her eyes were riveted on Janey and her nipples stood out. Looking back at Janey, Adam's eyes nearly bugged out. Her clothes lay in a pile by her feet. She was stepping out of her skirt when Adam's gaze returned to her. Her body was everything he had always dreamed of; firm smooth legs, small but pointed breasts tipped with pink nipples, a flat tummy and a tight, taut ass. She cupped one little breast in her hand, holding it as though she was offering it to Paula. The other hand slipped between her legs. Janey's legs slid apart, her fingers moving slowly back and forth between them, caressing herself. The thumb of her other hand rolled her pink nipple around and around, slowly at first, then moving faster and faster. The speed of her thumb was matched by the speed of her other hand. Here eyes closed for a moment, then opened and a look of wild glee such as Adam had never seen came over her face. She suddenly stopped. She had, but Adam hadn't. His pants and shorts were around his ankles and his hand was wrapped around his cock. The sight of Janey masturbating in front of another woman had almost caused him to cum within the first few seconds. Her stopping allowed him to regain control as he waited to see what happened next. Janey grinned. She lifted her fingers to her lips, ran her tongue over her index finger and then slowly, knuckle by knuckle, sucked it into her mouth. She released it, pointed towards the doorway, curling it in a "come here" motion. Adam couldn't tear his eyes off Janey. Where had this sexpot woman come from? Then Paula moved back into his sight and he amended that to "women". The older woman was nude except for her thigh high stockings and the garter belt she held them up with. Garter belt? Adam didn't believe any one actually wore them outside of some magazines he had looked through. He did admit that on Paula they looked sexy. Janey didn't need any such things, he happily noted. She was gorgeous as she was. Paula was stopped by another gesture from Janey just as the older woman closed on her. Adam couldn't tell from his position, but it looked as though the two women's breasts might be touching. He strained his eyes. Janey's nipples looked to be brushing back and forth against Paula's. He stopped watching just their breasts as Janey ran her finger down her body again. It slid between her little tits, down over her tummy and then curled again, probing inside herself. The women had made barely any sounds at all but Adam heard Janey gasp as she dipped her finger all the way inside her pussy. The wicked grin returned to her face as she withdrew her finger and offered it to Paula's lips. As Paula's lips close around Janey's offered finger, Adam's hand began to move again on his cock. He was pumping hard on it, stroking it up and down, his encircling fingers jerking. Paula released Janey's finger and reached out with both arms. Janey flowed into Paula's arms. Their mouths came together in a passionate kiss. Janey's hands were twined around Paula's neck while Paula gripped the younger woman's ass. Janey's thigh slid between Paula's legs. There was a muffled moan from Paula, a grunt as Janey forced her thigh upwards against Paula three quick times and then a sound of protest as Janey moved slightly away. She broke the kiss and the two women stood staring into each other's eyes. Paula's hands had shifted to Janey's back and Janey rested her hands on Paula's shoulders. Once again Janey broke the tableau. Her arms flexed, her hands pushing Paula. But not away. Paula sank to her knees, Janey's hands not so much as pushing as directing the older woman. Paula leaned forward towards Janey's golden pussy. "Not yet!" Janey commanded. "First, touch yourself." When Paula's hand went between her legs, Janey nodded her approval. "Rub yourself. Now. Get good and wet." Paula moaned, partially in excitement, partially in frustration, her fingers moving faster, her open mouth only inches away from Janey's pussy. "Faster. So hot." Janey's eyes were glazing as she watched the older woman kneeling before her. "Don't you dare cum until I do though. Do you understand?" Janey put her hand on the back of Paula's head, titling the older female's face up to her. "Do you understand, slut?"' "Yesssssss," broke from Paula's lips in a long hiss. "Good. Now," Janey pushed Paula's face between her legs. "Eat me." Paula buried her face in Janey's pussy. Because of the angle, Adam couldn't see anything but the back of her head. As her head was bobbing up and down, Adam guessed she was licking up and down Janey's slit. Janey had both hands on Paula's head and was pushing with her hips, humping her pussy on the older woman's face. Adam's hand was blurring on his cock. The picture of his longtime crush getting her pussy eaten by another woman, the two sexy bodies before him, the control Janey was exercising over their older female supervisor kneeling before her, all was driving him to a massive orgasm. Then Janey's head tipped back and she cried out. "Yes, God, yes. Fuck me Paula. Fuck me with that hard tongue. Never stop." Her words tripped over each other as she built to her own climax. "Fuck me, eat me, lick me good lover. My sexy older lover. Do yourself. Do me." She suddenly slammed herself into Paula's face and squealed. Adam saw Paula's body stiffen and then shake. His cock let go a jet that splashed against the wall and dribbled down onto the floor by his feet. He almost toppled into the wall in front of him but managed to regain his balance. He stood there for a mindless minute, his cock sill dripping as it softened in his hand. Paula rose and locked Janey in another long embrace. Their mouths met again. This time the kiss seemed softer, less urgent, more affectionate. They broke it and Paula sighed. "Oh my, that was fun." Janey smiled happily. "It WAS wasn't it? A change from the wicked manager seducing the naive young worker." "Mmmmm, yes." Paula kissed Janey again and started for the pile of her clothes. "The sexy young girl exerting her dominance of her older lover. Janey, when you commanded me not to start on you yet, I almost had an orgasm then. It was so delicious, you being in charge." "Yes, well, it was so exciting for me too. But next time I want you to spread me over the desk again. Oh," Janey continued as she picked up her skirt, "Maybe fully dressed? The both of us? A hurry up, nasty sneaky girl-fuck?" "Sounds wonderful, as always," Paula commented as she scooped up her bra and began to put it on. "But right now we need to get dressed before Adam comes back." "Oh my yes," Janey giggled. "It would never do for him to walk in and wonder where we are." Adam hastily pulled up his pants and fastened them. He looked at the white, sticky residue on the floor and the wall of the office. No time to do anything about it. Fortunately this corner was little used and perhaps no one would see anything until he had time to clean it up tomorrow. On tip-toe, he ran back to the side door, picking up the garbage and the bank bag. He rushed to the trunk of his care and tossed the bank bag in. He would run that errand on the way home. He then scampered to the dumpster, tossed in the garbage and made it back to the side door. He slid his key in the lock, rattled it and made a show of unlocking the door and coming in. Paula was coming down the aisle from the back room. Janey appeared from another direction. Both of them looked calm and unflustered. Neither appeared to show the effects of the wild sex they had just finished. Adam felt a stirring as the picture of the two of them together came into his mind. After a momentary mental struggle he was able to regain control of himself. "All set?" inquired Paula. Receiving Adam's agreement, she turned slightly. "Janey? Did you finish that chore?" "Yes I did," Janey replied demurely. "Well, good. Let's be off then." Paula unlocked the door and motioned the others out before setting the alarm. They all bade each other goodnight and left. Adam, as was his custom, waited until both females were in the cars with the engines running before getting in his. He started home, his mind in a whirl over what he had seen. He had never considered the possibility that Janey, or Paula for that matter, was interested in other women. It did explain a good bit about Janey's dating, or rather lack of it that Adam had always wondered about. Then there was one last thing. For a moment he thought he had seen Paula looking at his groin. He hadn't seen it before, but when getting into the car this last time he had realized he had a large wet spot between his legs. Had she noticed? And had he seen a smile flicker across her face? Perhaps. (The End) The Stockroom Ch. 02 (Note: In the first story, Adam, a young college student is working at the same store as his classmate, Janey, who he has a crush on. Returning unexpectedly one evening, he saw Janey and their night supervisor Paula, making love in the back room) Things seemed to return to normal for Adam after his inadvertent, but very exciting, observation of Janey and Paula through the window of the back room office. He had made it a point to stop by the morning after and clean up the wall and floor of the corner where he had masturbated while watching the two women. Well, normal except for two things. First of all, every time Adam saw Janey and Paula standing anywhere close to each other images of their bodies locked together flashed into his mind. He also found that now that he knew about their, well, "relationship" was the word, he guessed; that he was able to pick up on subtle clues he had missed before. The two women touched more than he had ever realized. Nothing overt, the brushing of fingers as they passed each other, simple touches on arms and shoulders that lingered just a little, looks exchanged across a display that seemed to shut out everyone else. Adam sighed to himself whenever he saw Janey and Paula looking at each other like that. He had had a crush on Janey since the first days of high school. Now it appeared nothing would ever come of that. He had always been too shy to ask her out but he had seen her smilingly refuse date requests for years. Well, maybe this explained it. He had never thought that she was interested in other females, but apparently that was the answer to why he had never seen her with a guy. Not one-on-one anyway. She had always hung out with a mixed group and had indeed always gone out of her way to include him in their activities. Pretty obviously now, it was because she liked him as a friend. He had always hoped for more. He sighed again. Now Paula, Paula he hadn't known, not personally anyway. He had never looked on her as a woman nor thought of her sexually. After all, she was over forty for goodness sake. He acknowledged to himself that his mind had certainly changed. Her body was much softer and more rounded than Janey's, but he had been excited by her appearance that night, clad only in a garter belt and stockings. When she had been kneeling in front of Janey and licking her pussy, well, the thought of him thrusting behind her between the cheeks of that full, rounded ass had been as exciting as the idea of fucking Janey's wet little blonde pussy. Adam came back to the real world just in time to see Paula looking at him from across the store. One eyebrow was raised in question. He wondered how long he had been staring into space. He tried not to blush as he nodded and began again to straighten the shelves he had been working on when his memories intruded. That was the other thing that had been more and more crossing his mind since that night. Did Paula have some hint that he had been watching through that almost painted over window? He knew she had taken a look at his crotch when all three of them had been standing together just before leaving that night. It wasn't until he got into the car that he had noticed the large wet spot in the center of his slacks, left when he had hastily stuffed his cock back in after shooting off. More than once he had seen Paula looking at him with an expression of amusement, mingled with something else he didn't recognize. Nothing was said. Janey was just as friendly, and as distant, as she had always been. After nearly two weeks, Adam had convinced himself that he was simply imagining the looks from Paula. He reassured himself that he had gotten away with what he had done that night. He came into work two Saturday nights later to discover that it was just going to be he and Paula. Janey was sick, the older woman explained. Then she briskly gave him a number of assignments. Between those and the customers, Adam stayed busy all night until after Paula had locked the doors. "Be sure to come right back after you make the bank deposit," Paula instructed him. "We have something to discuss." Adam hesitated at the door, but Paula was busying herself with the day's paperwork. When he returned, Paula was waiting, her arms folded under her breasts and a stern look on her face. Adam's heart began to sink when, without saying a word, she motioned him to follow her to the back room. Once there, she stopped and gestured to the corner where Adam had hidden himself that night. "Adam," she said to him. "I have waited to talk to you until I could do so without Janey here. I know she would be terribly embarrassed if I told her that you peeked on us that night. So I want to clear the air, just between the two of us." "Paula, I'm so sorry. You have to believe that I never intended to do that." The words poured from Adam. "I would never embarrass Janey. I mean," he corrected, "I would never embarrass either of you. I just couldn't, well, stop myself." He felt himself turning bright red. Paula's face softened. "Oh Adam." Suddenly she giggled. GIGGLED! Adam was astounded. Her eyes sparkled without a hint on anger in them. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist putting you on the spot. I know it was mean of me." "How did you know?" "Well, unlike Janey, I know very well the aroma of a male in rut. When we were leaving I sort of wandered over towards where it was strongest and I saw what you had left behind. I confirmed it when I saw the front of your pants." "But you didn't say anything?" "No," Paula smiled. "I didn't have to say anything. Every time I've looked at you in the last two weeks you've turned red, whether you know it or not. Just as you are now," she observed. Damn it, he was blushing, he knew it. He almost turned and ran, but Paula caught his hand. "I'm sorry, again. Oh Adam, I don't mean to tease you, but somehow I can barely resist it." She quelled her amusement. "I do want to talk to you about Janey though." She looked around. "I want to sit down. Come on, we'll use the office." She teasingly shook her finger in the young man's face. "But this time you behave." Adam followed Paula back into the little office. She left the door open. "Why not?" he thought. It wasn't like anyone was here but them. "Adam, I guess you have figured out by now that Janey and I are involved. I might as well tell you that she's not interested in guys, not in the slightest. She likes you, she's no kind of man-hater, she just doesn't see guys in a sexual or romantic light." For the life of him, Adam could not keep his attention on Paula's words. She had sat on one corner of the old desk. One foot was on the floor and the other hung free. She was swinging it back and forth, apparently not noticing that every movement made the skirt she was wearing tonight ride up a bit more. He finally noticed that instead of her usual work shoes Paula was wearing shinny black high heels today. His gaze traveled up and down her leg and his mouth grew even drier as Paula began to dangle her shoe from her toes. Up and down bounced the shoe. Back and forth swung the leg. Further and further crept up the skirt. Adam was all but hypnotized. If Paula was still speaking he couldn't hear her. Suddenly, "ADAM!" The young man shook himself and frantically looked at Paula. He all but panicked as he realized two things. One was that Paula was looking at him with exasperation. The other was that he had a raging hard-on straining against his pants, the outline of which would be obvious if Paula's eyes dropped. He nearly covered himself with his hands but managed to restrain himself from drawing attention to his groin. "Adam, am I going to have to shout to make you pay attention to me?" "No, Paula," he stammered. "Well, I wondered. You look like you were in a world of your own." She pushed herself all the way up onto the table, a hand braced on either side of her. Adam resolutely kept his eyes fixed on Paula's face. He almost moaned, having the feeling that her last movements had made her skirt ride up so far that if he were to look at her legs he could see all the way to the junction of her legs. "I don't feel like repeating myself, and I don't feel like shouting again. Come here." Adam took a tentative step forward. "I mean, come HERE." The older woman pointed to desktop beside her. "Sit down, for heaven's sake." Adam hoisted himself gingerly beside Paula. Once he was settled, well, as settled as he could manage under the circumstances, she began to talk to him again. In a calm voice she explained to him what he had already assumed to be true. Janey was not interested in guys, at least not sexually. She liked him, she thought he was a nice guy, but he WAS a guy and just not her cup of tea. Adam nodded at all the right places. He had already come to that decision but it still left him a bit hollow to have it confirmed. He brooded as he listened to Paula. He also breathed. Paula was wearing perfume. He didn't remember her doing that. He stiffened as he felt something touch his leg. He still managed to make himself keep from looking down, but he felt there the slight pressure against his leg become a little firmer. The touch was warm, like that of a bare leg against his pants. Paula was gesturing with her right hand as she continued to talk about Janey. Since she seemed to be looking away from him for the moment, Adam took a chance and looked down. Yes, her leg was touching his. And her skirt was so far up her legs that he could see that, that... "Holy GOD," Adam suddenly blurted. "What?" Paula looked back at Adam. "Nothing," he hastily said. His mind was a whirl. It didn't look like Paula was wearing panties! He was sure he had seen a hint of brown curls. He bit back a groan as he felt his cock getting painfully hard. "Well I hope you've paid enough attention to what I was saying to understand the entire situation." She patted his leg sympathetically and turned slightly towards him. Her leg was pressed tightly against his, her hand just resting on his thigh. "I do want to ask you one thing though, Adam." "What's that?" he managed, hoping desperately his voice wouldn't crack. "Are you going to waste that erection on the floor and wall again?" He gasped for air as her hand slid up his leg and covered the bulge in his pants. "Or are we going to do something useful with it?" Now her fingers were stroking the length of his still covered cock. "Paula," he managed to say somehow. "I thought, I thought," he stammered wildly. "You thought what?" inquired Paula as she swung off the table and around to face him. Her face looked perfectly innocent, even as her fingers deftly unfastened his belt and opened his pants. "I thought you and Janey were lovers," he gasped, even as the hem of his underwear was pulled down and his throbbing cock sprang free. "Well, of course we are silly." Paula's hands were on his hips and they pulled him forward until he was standing on shaky legs and she could pull his pants down to his thighs. "But, but," he stammered. "But Janey likes you." She was pulling his pants down to his ankles. "And she thinks its sort of sad that she can't do for you what you would like. And she knows that I enjoy guys as well as girls. So she suggested I do this." And with that, Paula lowered her head, her hair falling across Adam's groin, and she took his cock into her mouth. "Oh my god," Adam breathed as Paula's lips slid down his shaft. Other girls had given him hand jobs before. He had even had real stick-his-cock-in-her twice, so he wasn't a virgin. But no one had ever done this to him. He was torn between wanting to close his eyes and revel in the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing him and watching every second of this older woman sucking his cock. The "eyes open" won. He looked down. Paula's head was bobbing up and down. He could see as well as feel her lips sliding along his shaft. It felt so incredibly good. He hissed as she paused, her mouth still closed on him, and her tongue began to lick the head of his cock. The suction of her mouth increased and she reached up to cup his balls with one hand. Adam had never felt such pleasure. His cock felt like it was going to explode as the older woman's lips continued to slide up and down it. Then he realized that he WAS going to explode. "Paula," he groaned. "I'm going to cum." Her only response was to lean forward, driving his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. He felt the swelling head actually enter the top of her throat. Her nose touched him and she gently squeezed his balls just as he came. Adam smothered a yell as for the first time in his life his cock emptied itself into a woman's mouth. He groaned instead, then shuddered as he felt Paula's throat muscles work. She was swallowing his cum! He had barely dreamed of someone doing that. Adam wished that he hadn't come so fast. He wished it wasn't over. Paula released his cock from her mouth and swiped her tongue over her lips. Then he realized it wasn't over as she murmured "Let's see if I can't get you hard again and quickly," licked his mushroom head and then began to suck on his cock once more. In no time at all Adam was becoming hard again. Of course, Paula seemed to be some kind of cock-sucking wild woman and her expert mouth was rapidly having its effect. A vagrant thought passed through his mind. Not that he was any real judge, but how had she got so good at this if she was a lesbian? Maybe she wasn't? And who cared right now? He stared down at her. She looked so hot, kneeling there. Her mouth was on him and her hand was up between her legs. She hadn't worn underwear, he confirmed in his mind. He had never watched a woman masturbating, and the sight was almost as arousing as her the blow job she was giving him. He had reached full erection again when Paula rose and draped herself over the desk, gently pushing him to his feet. One leg dangled again, the other was stretched on the desk top. Adam stared at the woman's pussy. Dark curls glistened and he could see the lips looked puffy from her masturbating while she had sucked him hard again. As though she was reading his mind, she reached between her legs again and gently stroked herself. "Come here, Adam," she said. Her hand remained on her pussy, but she turned her wrist and crooked her finger at him. In his haste to comply, he forgot his pants were around his ankle and tripped. In a show of lightning reflexes, Paula caught his flailing arms and pulled. She shifted her hips and raised her leg as he toppled towards her. His cock met her open pussy and in one movement his weight drove the entire length of his shaft into her. "Yikessss!" Paula didn't even attempt to muffle her cry as Adam plunged into her until his groin met the soft swell of her mound. "God, you're splitting me in two, Adam, and I love it." She pulled his arms down to either side of her. His hands flattened on the desk top and supported him as he leaned forward, holding her trapped; by those hands as well as the shaft that impaled her. "Now Adam, now. Pump it in me. Fuck me good, you young stud." Adam did his best to comply. As though he was doing nearly vertical pushups, he used his strong arms to thrust deeply inside her. Paula squirmed slightly forward each time he pulled back, until she had positioned her ass just over the edge of the desk, keeping her pinned between it and his body. Adam's world narrowed to nothing more than the slamming of his hips back and forth. The older woman had muscular control like he had never experienced before and she was all but gripping his cock, milking it with a squeeze of her pussy at the bottom of each stroke. Faster. Harder. Harder. Faster. He repeated those words to himself like a mantra, becoming wilder and wilder as he fucked the older woman. He never slowed when she cried out she was coming. He was hitting bottom with each thrust and her cries simply spurred him on. She was coming a second time when his final stroke drove her all the way back onto the desk with himself falling on top of her. He couldn't tell if he was actually squirting anything inside her, as his cock felt like it was already drowning from the rush of her own juices. For several minutes the two figures remained locked together. Then Adam managed to lift himself away from Paula. He nearly toppled over again, this time for sheer exhaustion. "Oh my, Adam. Don't hurt yourself." Paula stood on legs that seemed to wobble as badly as his did. She helped him pull his pants up and got him looking normal. Well, as normal as he could under the circumstances. She adjusted her skirt and picked up her shoes. By silent agreement, they turned off the lights and made their way to the side door of the store. As she unlocked the door, Paula turned and hugged Adam, kissing him on the cheek. "You are something," she smiled. "Seriously, Adam. That was wonderful. You have a lot to offer a woman." She hugged him again, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment before straightening up and looking him in the eyes. "Really, you do. You're a very nice guy, and a good lover who is going to get even better. They'll be chasing you in a bit instead of the other way around." "But it won't be Janey," Adam blurted. Horrified by what he had just said to the woman who had just fucked him all but silly, he tried to apologize. Paula waved his stammered words away. "Its okay." She smiled. "I understand. You've had a crush on Janey for a long time. Just because you found out about her sexual orientation doesn't mean that crush just goes 'Poof!'." She touched his cheek with her fingers. "I remember what its like to be so crazy about someone at your age. I was like that about my ex-husband. I first met him when I was twenty myself." "I never knew you had been married," Adam said in some surprise. "It was a long time ago. Things change." Paula shook herself. "Anyway, let the past remain in the past. You, you young stud, have a future before you. Enjoy it." Surprising himself, Adam leaned down and boldly kissed Paula on the lips for the first time. "Thanks. I will. I really do hope that you and Janey have one. As long as you make her happy, then I'm happy. I do care about her." Paula looked at Adam with surprise, and respect. "I intend to do just that. Now then, we better get before we're still here when the morning crew arrives." They laughed and went out into the parking lot, Paula locking the door behind them. As was his custom, Adam waited until Paula had her car running and was pulling out of the parking lot before he started his own car and left. The parking lot sat empty for about 5 minutes. Then Paula's car swung back in and stopped by the side door. She climbed out, unlocked the door, hastily turning off the alarm she had set just minutes before, and slipped back inside. She locked the door behind her and hurried towards the back. Paula had no more than clicked on the light in the storeroom when a firm little body sprang at her. That body pushed her back to the desk, raining kisses all over her face. "Oh that was SO hot, darling!" Paula caught her breath and brushed an errant lock of blonde hair from Janey's face as her young lover rattled on, "I thought I was going to fall through the window, heck, maybe the whole wall more than once." She giggled. "How in the world he didn't see me when he left, I don't know. I was still wobbly, with my blouse open, my skirt around my waist and a silly smirk on my face." "Janey, sweetheart, a brass band could had been playing beside you and he wouldn't have noticed." The young woman laughed again. She offered her fingers to her older lover. Paula lifted them to her mouth where she slowly and gently sucked each one individually. As she did, Janey grasped Paula's right hand and duplicated the action. The Stockroom Ch. 02 They locked eyes. Janey smiled, stepped close and reached under Paula's skirt. She cupped her lover's soaking bush. "When I have my tongue in you from now on, I'm going to remember Adam's cock plunging in and out of you. And I will be turned on even more than I usually am to be with you." She grinned. "Now grab your purse and let's get out of here. I want you home. I'm going to scrub you all over in the shower tonight before bed." She kissed Paula and the two women headed for the door. "By the way, I'm thinking." When Paula raised her eyebrows in a mute question, the blonde went on. "I'm thinking how you would look on your hands and knees, with Adam behind and me in front of you. Do you think we could count on him to behave? I mean, understand that I just want you touching me, and that we belong to each other first and foremost? After all, we ARE living together now, even if we have kept it under wraps." Paula locked the side door and laced her fingers with Janey's as they walked to the car. "Oh, I think I could persuade him. But for now, let's get home. I want you. And, by the way, Janey? I love you." "I love you too." Janey winked. "Even if you do strange and unnatural things with guys. Although," the young woman paused, "It DOES give me an idea or two that I might try out on you." "What would that be?" Paula inquired as they got into the car, preparing to drive Janey around the corner where she had hidden her own car. "Oh, you'll find out." (The End) The Stockroom Ch. 03 (With apologies to Dashiell Hammett. For unfamiliar readers, the cast of characters so far includes Adam, a twenty year old college student; Janey, also twenty and the object of a crush by Adam; and Paula, their forty something year old supervisor. In the first story, Adam discovered that Paula and Janey were lovers. In the second, Paula seduced Adam, who never found out that Janey was secretly watching them. This time... well, we'll see.) She walked through the doorway and examined the room, or more accurately, its contents. There was a tarnished brass coat tree in the left corner with a rumpled topcoat thrown on one of its ears. The other corner held a table with spindly legs and a battered typewriter. A wooden desk was the center piece. It was marred with scratches and stains, and decorated by an ashtray, a pint bottle of what appeared to be cheap whiskey, and a pair of scuffed shoes. There was a rasp and a flame sprang up. A lighter touched the end of a cigarette and then snapped shut before being tossed on the desk beside the ashtray. There was a snort from behind the desk. "A dame. Every time I think it can't get any worse, a dame walks in my door. And then it always does." Her eyes returned to the shoes. They led to a pair of crossed ankles, covered in black socks. After that was a pair of unpressed slacks, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a tie that was pulled down. What first appeared to be suspenders, when carefully examined, became the straps of a shoulder holster. The butt of a revolver peeked out from under one arm. Above the open collar was a face, shadowed by a snap brim hat pulled down over the eyes, as though the wearer had been using it to cover his face. Little could be seen of that face beyond the cigarette stuffed in one corner of the mouth. Hands rested behind and below the hat, undoubtedly braced on the back of the neck, the elbows sticking out. "Close the door, sweetheart," came the gruff command. "I ain't interested in heating the whole damn building." The voice was hoarse and throaty, as though from too much smoking and too many nips at the whiskey bottle. "I can't afford any increase in the rent for this joint." She turned to close the door. She seemed to feel the eyes under the hat brim taking her measure. Perhaps deliberately, she leaned forward a bit as she shut the door, allowing the material of her dress to pull tight over her bottom. She carefully shut the door and walked to the middle of the room. "What can I do for you doll face? I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble, but somehow you look like you could cause more than just that." "I came in response to the ad." When no comment was forthcoming, she plowed on. "The one looking for a secretary? This IS the Spade Detective Agency, right?" "Damn, I'd about forgot that ad. Well, it used to be the Archer and Spade Detective Agency, but with Miles taking the long sleep it didn't make much sense to keep his name on the door. I'm Sam. Pull up a chair and show me what you got." The woman sat down in the armchair that was positioned in front of the desk. She crossed her ankles, tucking her legs to one side. There was the flash of black lace. Her dress was dark blue with a ruffled front. A fur stole was draped over her shoulders. Her dress came down to mid-calf, but the slit on one side had shifted, exposing one silk stocking clad leg above the knee. She wore heels with a strap around her ankles. Her features were slightly shaded by the hat and veil she wore. Sam rose from the chair and circled around to the front of the desk. The left hand fumbled for the ashtray, crushing the cigarette without looking. A quick hop and the figure was seated again, this time on the front of the desk. His other hand tipped the hat up onto the back of the head, exposing fine, almost delicate features and a hint of blonde hair. "Well, I tell you what I told everyone else and then you can probably scamper away like all the rest of the broads that done been here. I need someone to type letters and reports, handle the files, answer the phone and deal with my clients. The files are a mess since Effie left. I don't pay much and what I do pay is generally going to be late." "Its a deal." Sam laughed. "What's your name, sister?" "Call me Brigid." "Okay Brigid, you're hired." Sam fixed the woman with a steely gaze. "Let me warn you though, the clientele here ain't exactly Nob Hill. Some of them are dangerous, none of them are society swells. They're mostly bad men, with the occasional bad woman thrown it for good measure. They've all got something to hide. But then, so does everyone." The woman looked away and then back. "That's okay, Sam. I've been bad, worse than you could know." "You know, that's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere." "And where are we going to get?" Sam leaned to the woman, bending until his eyes were level with hers. His right hand shot out and locked in Brigid's hair, knocking the hat and veil to the floor. He pulled her face to him with a jerk, and crushed his mouth to her red lips. He kissed her until she began to moan before he released her. "You know where we're going. You've known it since you walked in the door." He straightened up, his hands roaming over her shoulders and down her arms. One caught her wrist and brought her fingers to the firm bulge straining the material of his slacks. "Oh Sam," breathed Brigid. She looked up at him as her fingers traced the outline of a what could only be a hard cock. Both hands fumbled at the belt and then the zipper until the pants loosened and a swollen shaft popped free. Sam's eyes narrowed. He pushed Brigid's hands away and grasped the stiff cock with one hand. He tipped the woman's chin up with the other hand. Almost gently, he slapped the mushroom shaped head against each cheek before rubbing it on her scarlet painted lips. Eyes locked and then those lips parted and began to slide down the length of the rigid shaft. Sam groaned softly, his hand taking the back of Brigid's head. He urged her forward as his hips began to move. Her lips tightened and left a wet trail along the length of the cock plunging between her lips. He began to pump in and out of her mouth while at the same time her head began to bob back and forth. "God," gasped Sam, in a surprisingly high pitched voice. He began to thrust harder until Brigid gagged as the unyielding head slammed into her throat. He started to make apologetic sounds and then seem to change his mind. He stepped back, pulling his cock from the woman's mouth. He reached down, grasped one hand and pulled her to her feet and against him. She clung to him, her eyes bright. She bent her head and kissed him, the heels undoubtedly giving her the height advantage. For long moments their mouths remained locked, tongues dueling. Brigid began to rub her mid-section against his, pushing the exposed cock up and against the swell of her mound, still concealed by her dress. Her hands were on his hips and she ground herself on him. The stole fell from her shoulders, exposing her white arms. His hands reached behind her, fumbling with the buttons on the back of the dress. In his haste, several popped off and he jerked the dress down her body, leaving her clad only in her black slip. Sam broke the embrace. He spun the arm chair that she had been sitting in around and pressed the back of it tightly against the table edge. He grasped Brigid's arm and pushed her towards the chair. "Kneel on the chair facing the desk. Lean over." Trembling, Brigid did as Sam commanded. He grapsed the black slip's lacey hem, working it up her legs until it bunched around her hips. Sam's eyes raked her legs as their full length appeared. Her seamed stockings ended in a flowery ruffle, the straps of a black garter belt holding them up. He grinned as the last tug revealed only the garter belt itself. "No panties, sister? You had another card to play to get this job didn't you?." He positioned himself behind her as she knelt on the chair edge. Once again he took the cock in hand, now wet with Brigid's saliva. He rubbed it over the firm white cheeks of the woman's ass. He leaned against her as the head disappeared into her cleft, spreading those same cheeks. Sam began to press harder. A frown creased the surprisingly unlined face as he seemed momentarily unsure as he worked his cock farther down, trying to find the nesting place he was searching for. An impatient noise came from the brown haired head bent over the table top. A shapely hand reached back, touching the shaft and guided it to its intended target. "Oh GOD!" Sam exclaimed sharply as the shaft slid into the nest of brown curls. He closed his eyes for a minute, shifting from one foot to the other as he adjusted his stance. He began short, sharp jabs of his hips, his hands running over the full ass in front of him. Their breathing became faster, turning to panting as Sam picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper with each movement of his hips. His hands began to tap rhythmically on Brigid's ass cheeks, gently at first, then becoming sharper and harder in time with the hip thrusts slamming against the woman. "Pop! Pop!" The small hands struck harder on the bare round ass before him. Brigid cried out in protest. Sam leaned over her. "Listen sister, when you're slapped, you'll take it and like it." He rose up and continued to spank her as his hips pistoned back and forth. Sam's head tipped back in wild excitement and suddenly the hat fell off and blonde curls tumbled free. At the same time, Sam's pants fell to his ankles and exposed the leather ties that supported the strapon that was plunging into the dripping slit before it. "Paula, Paula, Paula! Your Janey is fucking you! Oh god it feels so good, so wicked, so wild." The smooth, shapely legs braced themselves as the lithe young woman redoubled her assault on her older lover. "Baby, you feel so good inside me." Paula locked her arms against the desk top and began to meet each of Janey's thrusts. "Can you feel it Janey? Can you feel the base rubbing against you?" "Yes, YES!" The twenty year old girl seized her lover's hips and went wild, slamming the latex cock into Paula. Slender build or not, there was now no mistaking Janey as anything but a young woman. She shrugged out of the shoulder holster and its plastic gun. Frantic fingers unbuttoned the shirt, showing her small breasts were restrained by an excessively tight bra. A twist of the front clasp allowed them to spring free. Her back arched and she cried aloud wordlessly even as her fingers found her exposed nipples and began to pull on them. "Paula, oh my, oh my Paula, Paula, PAULA," babbled Janey as she buried the girl cock into the kneeling woman. The base crushed back onto her own clit and the two women both came, their cries assuring each other of their orgasms. Janey slumped on top of Paula, her arms circling the other woman. Finally, Paula groaned. "Sweetheart, I have GOT to get out of this position before you have to carry me home just like this." "Hmmmm, that would be hard. Maybe I should call Adam to come help? Or just come?" Janey skipped back, giggling. Paula unfolded herself from the chair and stretched. "Gad, that feels good." She looked at Janey and teased, "And what's with the comment about Adam? You hinting for a three way?" "Good heaven's no," denied Janey. She unfastened the strapon's ties and put it on the desk. "I've decided that I like me fucking you better than watching him do it." She hastily added, "Not that I mind you doing that again whenever you want." Paula kissed Janey and winked at her. "Right now I don't think I can handle any lover besides you." She worked her slip back down and picked up her dress. "This thing. How did women survive in ones like this? Any tighter and I couldn't breathe. I was scared I was going to split it when I sat down." "It could be worse," Janey laughed, as she yanked up her trousers and took a shoulder bag from under the table, placing the dildo in it. "Imagine it. Instead of introducing me to Humphrey Bogart films, you could have been a fan of Elizabethan romances or something that would have required whalebone corsets and innumerable petticoats." The young woman frowned. "Then I would have had to wear a codpiece and breeches and stocking and a powered wig. We'd still be trying to get undressed." "Otherwise we would have done this at home." Paula surveyed the room. "I am getting quite fond of this place though. Still, I'm glad the manager is out of town and we're closed on Sunday." She looked at the ashtray. "I'm also glad you didn't actually light that cigarette." "Yuck," Janey made a face. "How do people smoke them? I can't even stand the taste of them unlit." She winked at Paula. "Now you used to smoke you told me. But then you do enjoy strange tastes. Or maybe it's the taste of strange things." Paula pretended to glower. Then she winked. "Perhaps. The stuff that dreams are made of. Come on, let's get this place cleaned up." Janey looked down. "These darn shoes. I couldn't get them off in order to get free of the pants and I thought I was going to trip three times." "I think you did at least once! You certainly entered me in a hurry," Paula's eyes twinkled, "Considering you claim to have never done this before, you were mighty quick on the draw." "I haven't!" Janey started to protest before she caught the mirth in Paula's eyes. She pretended to grab between her legs, where the bulge no longer existed." Paula staggered and put her hand on her heart."Yikes." The older woman rubbed her bottom and pretended to grimace. "My bottom is stinging. I think you enjoyed the spanking. I notice you didn't slow down, or lighten up after you gave your line. In fact I think you liked it a lot." "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" The mischief danced in Janey's eyes. "Maybe when we get home." Janey leered. "Maybe when we get home, I'll need to freshen up those sweet cheeks before I kiss them. They look cute all nice and pink." Paula rolled her eyes. "Oh NO! I've created a monster. Next thing you'll want thigh high boots for your birthday and maybe a leather bustier." "Yeah!" exclaimed Janey. She struck a pose. "Call me 'Mistress Janey'." The two women dissolved into laughter. When they sobered, Janey wrapped her arms around Paula and laid her head on her lover's shoulder. "I don't want to be Mistress Janey. I just want to be Janey, Paula's girlfriend." The two women put everything back the way they had first found it and stuffed the hand props into the shoulder bag. As she turned out the lights, Paula drew Janey into an embrace and kissed her, first on the forehead, then on both eyes and finally on the lips. "Its the wrong movie, but what the heck. 'Here's looking at you, kid.'." (The End) (I suppose I cheated by placing this story in "Erotic Couplings". However I didn't want to give away the scenario right away, which would have happened if I'd put it in "Lesbian Sex" or even in "Crossdressers". If you didn't recognize the characters and the lines from "The Maltese Falcon, well, shame on you! Go watch it. Its still one of the best movies ever made.) The Stockroom Ch. 04 (A couple of very nice people have occasionally inquired about what happened to Janey, Paula and Adam. There have been suggestions. Well I miss the old stockroom too and enjoyed peeking back in there again.) (Quick synopsis of what went on before. Adam and Janey are college students who work evenings at an office supply store with their female boss Paula who is in her mid-30's. By accident one night Adam saw Janey and Paula making love when they thought he was gone. Several nights later Paula seduced Adam. What he doesn't know is ... well, you'll find out in this story.) * Adam knew something was going on. Now that the young college student was aware of the relationship between Janey, his long time friend and crush, and their supervisor Paula he easily picked up the signals the two women used. Something was in the wind. He recognized the subtle touches and the guarded looks that the female lovers always exchanged at work but for the last few days there had been something more. He wasn't sure what that something more was, except that those signals seemed to include him now. He thought so anyway. No, he was sure of it. More than once lately Paula had rested her hand on his arm or shoulder and Janey had met his eyes across the store and held his gaze with hers as though she was willing some kind of message to him. What could it be? Did Janey know about he and Paula having sex in little room in the back of the store? Paula had come on to him after all, it wasn't his fault. Was she upset with him over that? He could see something in the young woman's eyes that might be accusatory. Adam writhed mentally at the thought that Janey might be mad at him. The fact that he now knew she was gay didn't change the fact that he had had a crush on the bubbly young blonde woman for years. Beyond that he really liked her as a coworker, as a person and as a friend. If he couldn't have her he liked the thought that she was happy with Paula. Now had he hurt the relationship between the two women by accepting Paula's pass? But God, he was a twenty year old college student and when a sexy woman fifteen years his senior came on to him, well, how could he have been expected to resist? The week seemed to drag on forever. Janey, and Paula too for that matter, were both polite and even friendly but something just didn't ring true. It was something he couldn't put his finger on. It wasn't bad, it was just, well, different. Saturday night came and as usual the three of them were the only employees left in the store at closing. In fact they had been the only people for nearly the last hour. No customers meant that the majority of the cleaning and restocking had already been done by the time Paula locked the front door. Janey closed out the last cash register and Paula disappeared inside the front office with the drawer to make out the bank deposit. Adam mopped the front of the store and then emptied the bucket and hung up the mop. He checked the time. He started for the office to pick up the bank deposit as usual. Before he got within sight of the front desk Janey intercepted him. "Adam, Paula is going to make the deposit tonight as a favor for me. I would like to speak to you." "Okay Janey," replied the surprised young man. "Go ahead." "Not here. I don't know exactly when Paula might be back and I don't want her to interrupt. Let's go back into the stockroom." The stockroom? Adam had a tingle in his groin for a moment. Was the girl of his dreams, gay though he knew her to be, inviting him back there for, well, maybe...? He shook his head. Okay, now he was being silly. Still, he couldn't help but enjoy the graceful sway of Janey's body as she walked ahead of him. Without speaking anymore the duo entered the stockroom and walked to the small enclosure where so much had happened. Adam's gaze darted to the window through which he had watched Paula and Janey make love. The old desk was still there that Paula and he had sat side-by-side on while he watched her legs cross and recross before she floored him by asking if he was going to waste his erection on the floor and wall again. The worn rug she had knelt on when she sucked his cock was still there. There did seem to be some new stuff here he didn't recognize. A coat tree in one corner, a battered little desk in another and there was a big overstuffed easy chair beside the desk now. He shrugged to himself. Stuff was always being moved in and out of here. For a while there had been an attempt to make this place sort of an employees' lounge but nothing had come of it. Janey sat on the edge of the desk. "Adam, this is a bit uncomfortable for me but I have to have an answer to something." "Oh God," Adam thought to himself. "She knows about Paula and me and she IS upset. Or maybe she thinks I'm some weirdo for peeking on her and Paula. Which I may well be." "I know everything. I know that you watched Paula and I make love and that you masturbated outside the room while you peeked. I also know that Paula and you made love here in this very room." Janey jumped from the table and began to walk back and forth. "Now, what I want to know is this," she turned and fixed him with a very stern look. "Did you find jerking off more fun than fucking Paula?" Adam opened his mouth and no words came out. He wanted to make an indignant protest at such a silly idea, his hand versus actually being with a woman? Suddenly his eyes were covered by a pair of soft hands just as he realized that Janey was trying to stifle a laugh. "Guess who?" "What?" Adam knew perfectly well the voice belonged to Paula. But what was she doing here? A pair of giggles answered his slightly befuddled single word question. The hands released him and Paula slipped from behind him to join Janey. The older woman kissed the young blonde. They looked at Adam and smiled. Janey crossed to the young man and hugged him. "Oh I'm sorry Adam. I shouldn't have teased you like that." She stood on her toes and kissed the young man on the cheek. "Please forgive me?" Adam nodded. Janey kissed him on the other cheek before twirling away back to Paula. Leaning against her girlfriend the bubbly young woman continued. "I have a confession to make to you Adam." She stopped and blushed deeply. "I encouraged Paula to try to seduce you. I knew she would enjoy it and I was pretty darned sure you would also. And, well, you see," she floundered for a moment then gamely continued. "When I found out about you watching Paula and I make love, instead of being upset I found that it was, well, a turn on. So," she took a deep breath, "So when you and Paula made love, I was watching through the same window you did." Adam's jaw literally fell open. Once again he was speechless. "Adam you are the nicest young man I know and I think of you as a dear, dear friend. But you know, I just am not attracted to you, or any male. Not sexually and not as a life companion. But I DO care for you. So, Paula and I came up with this idea. It's as close as we can ever get to making love, you and I, the three of us together." Paula and Janey turned to each other. They kissed for a long moment. Paula broke the kiss to nuzzle Janey's neck and throat. "I know you like to watch, Adam," whispered Janey as Paula rained kisses over the younger woman's neck and shoulders, even as she unbuttoned Janey's blouse. "So watch for right now." Even in his excitement Adam caught the "For right now." He nodded, unable to trust his voice. The pair of women were kissing deeply now. Soft moans could be heard as they did. Janey's blouse fell away. Moments later her slacks slid down her legs. She pried her shoes loose and stepped out of them and those fallen slacks, leaving her clad only in white cotton panties and a plain bra. Paula kicked her flats away and her slacks joined the growing pile on the floor. Janey tugged and now Paula's blouse was gone and then the white lace bra followed, spilling the older woman's breasts. A plain white bra dropped onto the lace one and Adam marveled at the difference between the two women's breasts. Paula's were full and tipped with big brown nipples. They sagged slightly and filled Janey's hands as she cupped them. The younger girl's were small, firm and ended with hard pink tips. Adam's cock was tenting his pants. Janey kissed Paula again and walked to the overstuffed chair. She sat down, lifted her legs and slid her panties down. Giggling, she twirled them on one shapely foot. With a flick of her ankle she sent them across the room. She spread her legs then, draping a slender limb over each arm of the chair and leaned back. Paula stood right in front of the young blonde girl and hooked her thumbs in her own panties. Bending way over, she drew them slowly down and stepped out of them. Her full rounded ass stared at Adam and he could not longer wait, his fingers shaking he unzipped his pants. Paula knelt in front of Janey, her hands disappearing under the blonde. Still without words, the older woman lowered her face between Janey's legs. Janey moaned and wiggled a bit, a dreamy smile fastening itself on her face. It was pretty obvious to Adam what Paula was doing to her girlfriend. "Adam, do you know something?"" "What?" Adam questioned hoarsely. "I like to watch too." Janey ran her foot over Paula's back. "Why don't you take your clothes off and get behind Paula." Adam was stunned by what was going on but he recovered quickly. He stripped as he moved forward. By the time he settled on to his knees behind the older woman he was as nude as the two women. He had never had a woman in this position and hesitated for a moment, even with his raging hardon throbbing so hard that it nearly hurt. Paula somehow must have sensed his uncertainty. Janey's body shifted slightly and then a soft hand wrapped itself around his cock as the supervisor reached back between her own legs. She urged him forward and then guided the mushroom head between her labia and into her open wet pussy. "Ahhhhhhh," breathed Adam as he sank into Paula. The older woman's body felt familiar but at the same time so different from this new angle. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel of being back inside her. Following what she had taught him the first time they made love, he moved inside her, pressing deeply and rubbing the head of his cock around in her wetness. He began to rock back and forth; his hands running up and down Paula's back, over her butt and down her legs. He opened his eyes and feasted in the picture before him. He had often imagined Janey nude and the young woman had lived completely up to his expectations the night he had seen her through the window. But he loved seeing her again. The rational part of him tried to remind his that this was as close as he was ever going to get to that firm slender body. The rest of his mind told his rationality to go take a flying leap. A muffled grunt came from Paula and he hastily resumed moving back and forth. Now he concentrated on the rounded figure before him. His hands slid under her and cupped the full breasts of the older woman. He pumped harder and moved faster. Her internal muscles tightened, making him work at his taske but also heightening his excitement. Oh this was so hot. Two naked women before him, both attractive in completely different ways. One he was fucking and the other was being tongue fucked by the first one. If he ever needed anything to arouse him the rest of his life he knew all he would have to do would be conjure this image from his memory. "Adam," Janey brought the young man's attention back to her. "Do you know what Paula is doing to me now?" She giggled. "I mean beyond the obvious. She has a hand under me and is probing at my bottom with her fingers. I can feel her there. She has a finger pressing against my dark opening. It feels so good. I know it would feel so good to her as well. So Adam, why don't you take your cock out of her pussy and fuck Paula in her ass?" Adam gasped. He looked in near disbelief at Janey, who was smiling at him. "Oh she wants you to, don't you lover?" Janey ran her fingers through Paula's hair. The older woman never lifted her head or said a word but wiggled her full ass as best she could. "I fuck her there all the time with a strapon. You see, our Paula is a bit submissive. You need to be careful now, you don't just ram it up her ass. That would hurt and we, she, are not into pain, except, well, maybe you'll discover that before long." The blonde girl's eyes opened wide. "Just a moment Adam," she managed to gasp. Her legs lifted from the chair's arms and crossed on Paula's back. The shapely ankles locked and she bucked up and down, her back arching slightly. A long deep sigh broke from her lips and she trembled violently before relaxing. "Sorry. Paula got her finger all the way up my ass and I had a nice little orgasm there. You would not believe how good this woman eats me. Now then, I want you to give her a big one." Following Janey's whispered directions, Adam drew out of Paula. He slid the head of his cock up along the open cleft before him until the head of his cock touched the puckered hole between the older woman's cheeks. Once settled there he firmly gripped the softly padded hips. He leaned forward. "Yes, just use your weight to open and enter her. Don't thrust, don't use your hips. Give her time to adjust. Feel her stretch over your cock head." Adam stared at Paula's ass. How did that little ring stretch so wide? The tip of his cock was opening her farther and farther until suddenly it disappeared. her anus closed back onto him, holding him tighter than he ever dreamed his cock could be held. He groaned and leaned harder against Paula. His cock slid deeper and then his groin was butted up against her ass cheeks. He didn't need Janey to tell him to take it slow at first. He firmly gripped Paula's hips and used that hold to steady the older woman. He watched her head move up and down as she licked Janey's pussy. He began to rock, just barely moving at first, sliding his cock no more than a bare inch. After a bit he realized that Paula was beginning to push back against him. Encouraged by her response he sped up, moving faster and farther with each stroke. Janey's eyes had closed. With a secret little smile on her face she seemed to be drifting away. Then her eyes popped open when Adam gave a hard thrust into the woman between them. "Adam, oh yes, that's it. Paula has her tongue in me and her finger in me and those thrusts of yours are burying her deeper into me. So fuck her Adam, fuck her hard." The young blonde locked her ankles on Paula's back and began to hump the older woman's face. Adam responded. He drew back and slammed deeply into Paula's ass. Again and again he drove into her, each stroke longer and faster. His knuckles were turning white from the grip he had on her hips. He grunted with the effort of ramming his cock into the tight hole. Janey was twisting and turning. her arms were over her head, gripping the top of the chair. She pushed herself up to meet Paula each time the force of Adam's thrusts drove the older woman face deeper between the younger one's legs. Janey was keening and bouncing. Adam felt Paula shudder repeatedly. His head fell back and he cried out. "Adam! Spank her! Spank that round full ass. it won't take much. Oh God we're almost there." Adam's balls swung forward each time, slapping Paula between her legs. He abandoned his grip and slapped Paula's left cheek, then her right. The older woman's ass wobbled as he spanked her in time to his cock driving in and out of her ass. Paula squealed, muffled by Janey's pussy in her face but still audible. Janey arched and wrapped her legs around Paula's head. And finally Adam gave a shout and shot an enormous load of cum up Paula's ass before collapsing on her back. Adam's cock softened and slid from Paula's ass. The older woman rolled over and leaned back against the front of the chair. Janey moved forward, wrapped her arms around her lover and hugged her tightly before slipping from the chair and stretching out beside Paula, She rested her blonde head on a bare shoulder. "My goodness," sighed Paula. Adam realized that was the first time she had spoken since she had appeared from hiding and covered his eyes. She held out her free arm to him. "Come here, big boy." Adam nestled on Paula's other shoulder. The trio was a mess, he was sure, sweaty and the whole room smelled of sex. It was great. Snuggled all together his eyelids drooped. Janey looked like she was already asleep. As he drifted he heard Paula mumble something. "Damn. Forgot the deposit." (The End)