2 comments/ 64914 views/ 2 favorites The Intern By: j.g.e. powers Some people believe that you can never get away from your past. Five years ago I found that to be true and the knowledge still haunts me. At that time I was on top of the world. I was thirty-five, and the new General Manager of a major retail store in the city. I had worked hard and had succeeded without having to sell my body to the office power brokers. I was attractive, smart and I was tough. Then I saw Steven. GM's don't pay attention to twenty year old student interns, working a nothing job to pick up a few bucks and some merchandizing savvy. They're invisible. But not Steven. You couldn't help but notice him. Steven was tall; had dark hair and eyes that always seem to be smiling. He was well built, but lithe rather than muscular. He moved with ease and grace. That's what caught my eye. He moved like a young Cary Grant; easy and self-assured. And he was always smiling. I knew I was acting foolish, but I found myself looking for him when I was on the floor of the store; and when I would see him talking to one of the young sales girls, smiling that smile of his, I actually felt a stab of hot jealousy. I could have cheerfully strangled each and every one of the little bitches. I began to have erotic dreams about him; dreams that were almost pornographic, and so real that I'd wake up to a shattering orgasm, embarrassed to realize that I had been playing with myself. The feeling of disappointment was even stronger than the embarrassment of masturbation. Steven began to fill my thoughts both day and night. I felt like an old lecher robbing the cradle. What was it about this young man that stimulated me so? That caused these strange feelings to surge through my body? Could I actually be in love with him? Or was I just a horny old maid lusting after a set of tight, young buns? I finally said, to hell with it! I was a wreck and I hadn't even spoken a word to him! I resolved to get him out of my mind. When I was a young girl, I had had one very bad experience with an older guy. I wasn't about to repeat that mistake with a younger one. So I threw myself back into my work. As far as I was concerned, Steven was history! One evening, after the end of store hours, I was working on the Fall projections when I felt a presence in front of my desk. Startled, I looked up and there he was, holding a large computer printout. The color rose to cheeks and I stammered like a schoolgirl. I quickly stood up, took off my glasses and automatically straightened my hair. "I'm sorry if I startled you," he said, "Mr. Deal said you needed this right away." My mouth was open and I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't believe my ears. His voice sounded exactly as it had in my dreams! I knew I had never heard him speak; how did I know what his voice was like? "Are you alright?" he asked shyly. "Er, yes," I said hastily, suddenly coming back to reality. "I'm sorry ... I must have day dreaming. Th ... thank you for bringing this to me. He smiled that smile, nodded and started to turn away. I searched for something to say - anything to make him stay, but I couldn't. My mind was blank. Steven hesitated at the door. He turned and looked at me. I had this overpowering desire to leap across the desk, drag him to the floor and rape him. My legs were actually trembling. "I hope you won't take this wrong, but I ... I think you should think about contacts. You're really beautiful without glasses ... I mean ..." He was blushing. My heart flip-flopped. "I'm not being rude," he said hastily, "I just wanted you to know that." He turned to leave. "Steven?" I called. He stopped and turned, resigned to the rebuke he thought was coming. I walked up to him, reached behind and pushed the door closed. My arms continued around him. I pulled him close, reveling in the touch of his hard body; my lips sought his. They were soft, then hard, then demanding. The dam broke! I was on him like a feline predator, tearing at his clothes, hungry for his body, all sense of caution, of reality, gone. The only thing that mattered was my desire for this beautiful young man who tormented me so. His voice was far away and my befuddled mind caught only parts of what he was saying. "... want you ... dreaming about you ... can't think ... only you ..." He wanted me! I was in Heaven! Suddenly, as if by magic, we were naked. Sitting there on the couch, his thick raging manhood jutting proudly upward, he truly was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. My breath was ragged. His chest heaved. I wanted to devour him. My hands caressed his body; his chest, his arms, his thighs. I rubbed my palms over the crown of his penis. It jumped at my touch like a living thing. Slowly, without a word between us, I straddled his throbbing member; gripped it tightly, and guided it into my body. For one split second I hung over the very edge of the universe, balanced on the extreme tip of his being. My brain whirled with the sheer majesty of it; my heart swelled with love. Then with a guttural groan, Steven grabbed my asscheeks and plunged his hard-ridged penis into my waiting body. My hunger lubricated his way as a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors exploded in my brain. Beads of perspiration popped out on my brow. I was whole! I was full! Time and space had no meaning to me. I felt his lips on the hardened nipples of my full breasts and new, wicked, shivers ran up and down my spine. His hips beat frantically against mine. I gripped the back of the couch, raised my feet to the seat; giving him full and complete access to my body. Each powerful thrust slammed into my pleasure-raw body. Eyes closed, face contorted with lust, my head thrashed about in uncontrolled passion. My entire being screamed for release. "Oh, God! Steven! I love you! ... Love you! ... Now! ... Cum with me! Cum!" "Aaaaaah, yeahhhh!" he screamed. Our bodies erupted in a simultaneous explosion of hot, sticky love and lust. My legs tuned to jelly and my body shook with orgasmic spasms. I hung on to his hard, pulsing body; gasping for breath. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the last tremor passed through me. Slowly, I slide down his slippery torso, feeling a supreme sense of loss as he slipped from my body. I licked at his body, my tongue trailing a wet path to his manhood. My fevered brain still cried out for him. I buried my face in the thick tangle of hair protecting his now flaccid penis. It was wet with our secretions. I saw tiny droplets of cum sparkle in the soft light. My tongue laved his meaty shaft, cleaning our juices. I cupped his heavy testicles and guided his limp member into my mouth. Gently, I began to bring it back to life. I felt it grow, harden and begin to fill my mouth. He sighed and pulled his legs up and out giving me more room to pleasure him. The birthmark was on his inner thigh; long, odd-shaped, like a reversed lightening bolt. I gagged. My chest constricted, caught in a steel vise. I couldn't catch my breath. Panic flooded my brain. I think I screamed but I'm not sure. Somehow I made it to my bathroom before I threw up; my stomach having bile and shame. Tears clouded my eyes, and sobs racked my body. Steven tried to comfort me; concern clearly etched on his face. I struck out at him with all the strength of my betrayed body. "Get out!" I yelled, "Get out now!" He tried to dress and ward me off at the same time, completely baffled by the sudden turn of events. I drove him from my office, my fists still flaying at his retreating back. I sank to the floor, exhausted; still not believing, yet knowing it was true. The shame was overwhelming. Don't ask me how I dressed or how I got home, I don't remember. My mind, thankfully, went blank. I never saw Steven again. I quit my job the very next day. I didn't even clean out my desk. No one could understand what I was doing. Friends tried to call, fellow workers. I shut them all out. I went into therapy. I'm better now, not cured, just better. I'll never be cured. How can I be? I can still feel the love, the desire, the connection between us; the longing each of us felt for the other. Even now my mind will race back all those years to a scared and lonely fifteen year old girl giving birth out of wedlock; her body dripping with sweat and tired beyond belief. "It's a boy!" the nurse says, "Hale and healthy. You did just fine, dearie." "Could ... could I see him? ... just for a second, please?" The nurse hesitates. "Just for a second, hon. His new parents are waiting for him." I can still see the girl, a baby herself, holding the squirming infant in her arms, checking each miniature feature. The baby's feet jerk at her touch. There is a birthmark on his inner thigh; long, odd-shaped, like a reversed lightening bolt. "It's time," the nurse said and took the baby away form the reluctant unwed mother. The nurse turned her head when the girl began to cry. Like I said, you can't escape the past. God, how I loved my son's cock! The Intern Mike was what you would call "manly". At 38 he still looked 20. When I was 18 I applied for an internship at his law firm. When I received the position and met the man I was working for, I couldn't wait to go out and buy business suits and shorten the skirts until they were so short I could hardly move without giving him a view. The first day of work I showed up in a red top and short black skirt. I went into Mike's office trying to look coy. He glanced up at me, looked back down at his paper, then quickly looked up again. I saw his eyes linger on my skirt and I saw the look of lust flash in his eyes. He stood up and shook my hand and I looked up at him, licked my lips and batted my eyelashes. After just a few days of work, Mike asked me to be his "personal helper". I was very eager to do this since most of what I thought about all day was how to seduce him. One day he asked me to help sort his papers with him. Just sitting next to him turned me on and being so close, I began to get wet. The hornier I got, the braver I got. I turned to him and asked, "Where should I put this?" As I said that, I put my hand high up on his thigh. He raised is eyebrows but simply answered "up there in that pile". I caught his eyes, my hand still on his thigh, and sexily smiled at him. We continued to sort papers and I gradually moved my hand upward toward his manhood massaging his thigh. I could hardly focus on anything but my hand and the warmth and wetness in my lacy black panties. Finally I reached his cock and even outside his pants I realized that it was wonderfully big. It was already erect and all I wanted to do was get on my knees, take it out and suck it. But I knew I couldn't do that just yet so I began to caress it, running my fingers up and down the length. I put my fingers on either side of it, and began moving my hand up and down as if jacking him off. I could hear his breath quicken. After only a few minutes I knew he would be getting close, so I stopped and removed my hand. The rest of the day we sat next to each other, the air around us was thick with our lust. The next day I hardly saw him at all. Then, five minutes before I was supposed to leave, he said he needed to talk to me after things closed up. I was worried. What if he was mad about yesterday? But I was also excited. What if he wanted to continue what happened yesterday? When everything was finally closed up, he and I were the last ones there. I went into his office and asked him what he needed to speak to me about. He walked past me, shut his door, and approached me. He said, "it's about yesterday." I replied, "um, okay, what is it?" He then pushed me back to his desk and kissed me hard. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto his clean desk. We continued kissing and I rubbed my hand against his bulge. He cupped my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples. He pulled away some and pushed up my skirt realizing I hadn't worn panties. He could see my smoothly shaven pussy. I could tell this really turned him on so I began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His fingers were caressing my slit while I plunged my hand into his pants taking out his hard cock. He soon removed my hand from him and got on his knees. He spread my legs wide and began licking up and down my wet pussy. He began to gently suck on my clit, flicking his tongue over it. He started getting very aggressive with it and then inserted one finger inside my hole. I groaned with pleasure. He then inserted two fingers and began to finger fuck me as he sucked on my throbbing clit. He had built up to a frenzy and all I could do was moan and quiver. All of a sudden I felt a wave of pleasure as my pussy walls tightened. I screamed out in pleasure and he sucked and thrust his fingers harder. Once my wonderful orgasm was over I wanted to repay him so I slid off the desk and pulled his pants down enough. I hovered in front of his massive cock, exhaling my hot breath on it. I could tell he wanted my mouth on it badly so I stuck my tongue out and licked it once on the head. I then put just the tip in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Then suddenly took the entire length into my mouth and throat. I began to bob up and down on his hard cock and he moaned with each movement. I licked and sucked has hard as I could and I could tell he was soon going to come, but I wanted him to fuck me so I stopped abruptly. He looked only a little disappointed because he knew he would get to fuck me and come inside me. He laid on his back on top of his desk and I climbed up. I straddled him with my pussy hovering over his cock. I teased him by brushing my cunt against the tip of his penis. He thrust up, attempting to enter, but I pulled away teasingly. Finally I had had enough and I just wanted him inside, so put his tip near the entrance and slid down on all of it. We both moaned as he filled me up. I started off with a slow rhythm, pulling up almost all the way out, then putting him all the way inside my pussy. I began to go faster and he began to match my thrusts with his own. I began riding him hard and fast. It felt so good I began to feel an orgasm coming on. I rode him as hard as I could and suddenly I felt an amazing orgasm come over me. After that I wanted him to come inside me, so I laid on my back on the desk and he plunged into me in one fast movement. He soon began to fuck me hard and fast. I couldn't do anything but thrust against him and moan. I pulled my hair and begged him to fuck me harder. I began to realize I was going to cum again and I said, "I want you to cum inside me" and he replied, "Me too, I'm going to soon." And then he fucked me harder then ever and a few seconds later I felt his cock contract and shoot his cum high into me and that feeling forced me to cum as well. We grinded against each other for another minute or so. We began to dress and he said, "we'll have to do this again sometime" and I smiled, satisfied. The Intern ----------------------------------------------- I have been away for awhile...here is an older piece I had written... I am working on some new material to submit very soon! ------------------------------------------------ My story begins one late Friday Night. I had just finished another in a series of late nights at work, and was walking out to my car. The sound of my high heels clicking on the pavement echoed off the walls of the parking structure. It was after 9:00 pm, and I had been working extra hours to complete a special project. As I climbed the steps to the upper level, I saw a young man standing next to his car with the hood up. As I approached, I recognized him as one of the interns from my office. My office participated in a program giving minority youths internships, allowing them to get extra training for the job market. This young man's name was Daniel, and he was new to the program. I had caught him gawking at some of the other women in the building, including me! He was about six feet tall, black, and about 200 pounds. As I walked closer, I drew the skirt of my dress closer, as the evening breeze in the structure was tugging at the hemline, lifting it to mid-thigh. I asked him if I could call a tow truck for him, or give him a lift. "No, thanks" he responded, "I'd like to give you one, though!" With that, he stepped towards me, and another black man appeared from behind the car! I turned to run, but Daniel was only a couple of feet away, and grabbed me by the shoulder and waist before I could move a step! I started to scream and the other man put his hand over my mouth, stifling me! He growled out that he would hurt me if I resisted, and to show he meant business, he grabbed my left nipple and gave it a sharp twist as he pinched it! The thin material of my dress yielded easily to his grasp, and it did hurt! I stopped struggling, and Daniel took his neck tie off, and used it to blind fold me. I next felt a pair of hands reach up my dress and pull down my pantyhose and panties. I stepped out of my shoes as they were removed, and tried not to flinch as my hands were tied together with my hose. I was then seated in the back seat of the car, and as I heard them talk, I found the other guy, who Daniel called Duane, seated next to me. He pushed me over onto my side as the car started, and he leaned against me. As Daniel drove down the parking structure to the street, Duane's hands began to rove over my body, pinching my nipples and groping at my pussy! Duane whispered in my ear "We're gonna' do you right, Bitch! You're small white pussy's gonna' get a real man's dick real soon!" As he said this, his finger started circling around my clitoris, and I gasped involuntarily as he found my sweet spot. Duane continued to fondle me, and used his finger to probe my vagina, opening it slowly. My labia started to tingle, and I felt the first surges of passion in my loins. If Duane kept this up, I was really going to enjoy his ministrations! After a while, Daniel parked the car, and my door was opened. Daniel put my shoes on my feet, and pulled me out. Duane followed, and I was led inside a building. My blindfold was removed, and I could see that I was in a small warehouse. I also noticed that there were several other men there. They were lounging around on an old sofa and a couple of chairs. A few of them appeared to be passing a joint around. I was led over to a corner, and Daniel blindfolded again. I asked him why he was doing this, and he just laughed and said he enrolled in these programs so he could meet women for his friends. I was shocked to learn he did all this intentionally! After he answered me, he lifted my hands above my head, placing them over some hook. It was so high that I had to stand fully upright. This caused my 34C breasts to push at the fabric of my dress, making my nipples show themselves fully! Someone walked over to me, and placing his hand on my belly, walked around me in a circle. "You done good with this one, Danny!" he called. "I guess you're in, now!" The hand moved down and lifted the front of my dress. He knelt below me, and nuzzled against my pussy, flicking his tongue like a snake, in and out. At first I didn't react, but as he went on, I felt my hips begin to move, bucking against him. I was beginning to pant, and I realized I was soon going to lose control. I heard a zipper open, and soon felt the head of a rock-hard penis rubbing my clit. I tried to spread my legs for him, but the hook holding me was too high. I gasped and rolled my head as he entered me. The sensation was electrifying as he manhood moved slowly forward, finally burying himself to the hilt. I couldn't tell how large he was, but he wasn't a mouse, that was for certain! Placing his hands on my hips, he partially withdrew, then re-entered me. By this time I had lost it, and gave in to the pleasure. I gasped out how good he felt, and that I'd never had black cock before. This seemed to spur him on, as his rhythm picked up, until he had lifted me off the floor. His lips came onto mine, and I opened my mouth greedily to caress his tongue with my own. He soon stiffened with his cock in me, and he bucked 2 or 3 times, shooting his load into me! My chest was still heaving as I felt my dress being unbuttoned, and my arms were released from the hook and untied. My dress fell to the floor, and I was escorted by the arm across the room. There were hoots and catcalls from the others, and I was made to kneel between two legs. Another cock was waved at my lips, and I opened my mouth to suckle it. As I drew it in, my arms were released, and I grabbed the shaft, stroking it as I bobbed my head up and down on it. It rapidly grew, and I was then grabbed by the arms again and lifted to my feet. I was then pushed forward, my knees on the couch as I straddled someone. I moved my hips to help align him, and his cock was probing against my hole. As I was pretty juicy from the first fuck, I slid right down onto him. He, too, began to thrust, and his mouth and hands began to play with my tits. I started panting again, as more pleasure overtook my senses, and another cock was placed in my mouth! I sucked as best I could, and groped his ass with my fingers. I could feel a very tight butt, and I could only fantasize what his body looked like! The man under me began to climax, and I was almost thrown off of him as he ejaculated in me. The man I was cocksucking grabbed me by the hair, and held me tight against his belly. I could smell the musky scent of his sweat, and taste his pre-cum on my tongue. Soon, he too shot his load, and I swallowed it the best I could. Only a couple of drops escaped my lips! This sucking and fucking went on for some time, at least a couple of hours. I was finally so tired that I just passed out. When I awoke, I was alone on the couch, wearing just my heels. My dress was in the corner, and my purse was with it. I dressed and went out to call a cab or something. When I went to work the next day, I was not surprised to find that Daniel had resigned, and my company was looking for another intern. I can't say whether I am looking forward to a new one or not... The Intern Chapter 1: Tease It had already been a couple of days and, uncharacteristically, none of Nina's male co-workers had commented on the looks of the new intern, Anette. Anette was a young, beautiful woman, though perhaps she was less noticeable because she lacked the "qualities" that the men in the office so adored; mainly large breasts and flirty behavior, accented by revealing clothing. Anette hadn't any of those, though she was very pretty with her long, jet-black hair and bright green eyes. She wore plain-looking clothing which pretty much covered all of her small, but perfect body. Also to the disappointment of the men in the office, she acted completely professional towards everyone. It seemed the men were turned off by this, so they didn't even attempt any lame pick-up lines or other degenerate jokes. What was remarkable instead was the fact that, as unappealing as Anette seemed to be to the males, she appealed all the more to Nina herself. She found herself looking at the intern again and again without even realizing it. Her male co-workers had abandoned all attempts to woo Nina long ago. They had decided that she was either a frigid religious-type who abhorred all things sexual, or else she was just plain weird. "Weird" was much closer to the truth, as Nina secretly preferred sex with women to sex with men. Although she had a friend who knew of her desires, someone who wasn't into girls herself, nobody else was aware of the fact, or if they did, they weren't sharing. Nina found herself hoping that Anette's apparent lack of interest in men originated from the same place as her own. She wished she could ask Anette outright (age was not a factor, as Anette was at least twenty years old and Nina was twenty-eight) where her sexuality stood, but she felt unable, as much of society still adopted a taboo-approach with woman-to-woman relationships. It didn't help that her boss was a conservative bastard who insisted on separating so-called "female jobs" from "male jobs"; even at the cost of company productivity. Had he allowed both men and women to work the positions which used their strengths instead of their genders, Nina would have been a programmer and designer rather than a secretary. Nina and her unfortunate co-worker William, who happened to be a secretary by profession, ended up doing much of each other's work when the boss was not looking. Otherwise they would each be sacked. When the workday ended, Nina usually tried to time her departure for the same time as Anette's so she could be in the women's dressing room, and, without looking suspicious, watch Anette undress and change clothes. Sometimes, when the day had been particularly hot or the air conditioning hadn't worked, even taking a shower. The sight of Anette's slender, naked form made her feel like there was a highway of satisfactory nerve activity running up her spine, giving her pleasant shivers. Nina usually needed a cold shower after her visual feast. She was pretty sure Anette had noticed her not-so-casual staring, but for one reason or another hadn't said anything. One day, the clock was ever-so-slightly creeping towards four o'clock, and Nina was wishing for a glimpse of Anette's fair form before her escape for home. But, she sighed, that was only a small wish, and wishes rarely, if ever, got granted as the wisher intended... As Nina was finishing up some work for William and began clearing up, Anette herself suddenly popped up to Nina's desk, bending over, her face quite close. "Ms. Jennings," she said with her soft voice, "this came in the mail." She held out a letter, which clearly didn't arrive in the company mail, or likely by any other post, since it was missing a stamp, and for good measure, any address whatsoever. "Emm...thanks?" was all Nina could say right then. She gazed into those bewitching green eyes and tried to discern what was going on behind them. "I think you should open it in private," said Anette, who leaned even closer, and quickly brushing her finger over her own slightly open lips, she continued "There might be something that you would not like to share." Smiling mischievously, she added with a barely audible breath, "And I wouldn't either..." Nina had to swallow quick, or else her heart would surely have jumped out of her chest. Feeling the brush of Anette's breath had required her last ounce of her self-control. She wanted to kiss those lips that were within reach, but still so far away. Nina watched the young woman walk away towards the locker room, swinging her hips slightly more than usual. "Are the reports ready?" her boss's voice cut into Nina's daydream and made her not only swallow the gum she'd been chewing, but to almost have a heart attack and hastily stuff the letter underneath a pile of papers lying on her desk. "Yes, sir, here they are." She gave him the pile of paper William had dropped off to her earlier. "Just finished them." Nina took the pile of papers from her desk and waved them at him. "I'll just put these papers back in to the archives and be on my way home for the day." "Tomorrow then, Ms. Jennings." he said, shuffling and glancing at the stack she'd just handed to him. "Tomorrow, Mr. Port." Nina replied half-heartedly, her head still full with Anette and what had just happened. Unable to slow down her pace, Nina moved a little faster than normal with her post-work routine. She grabbed the pile of papers and hastily stuck the envelope under her shirt as to not accidentally give it away. She moved so anxiously, that William noticed it when she was dropping by to give him the papers. As usual, William was sitting at his desk, typing away. His latest work involved some pretty complex thinking and he was furiously sucking one end of a ballpoint pen, trying to figure out what to do next. As William wasn't quite up to this job, he had to rely largely on Nina's input. The two of them had worked with the company for a few years now, and they've become somewhat close friends. Sometimes Nina had thought that if she was into men, William would definitely be in her top five choices. He was a sweet guy, but as far as Nina knew, he wasn't married and hadn't any girlfriends, either. Still, he appeared to be quite happy with his life from day to day. As Nina drew closer, William stopped his typing, started to say something and noticed her being a bit out of it for her usual calm self. "In a hurry, Nina?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just a bit, um, anxious." she replied. Feeling the blush begin forming at her cheeks. "Right. Okay, then." William said, smiling. "Thanks for the help, by the way. I couldn't get this code to work without you anyway, but keeping up with the changes is much appreciated. " "No problem." Nina said. "You keep me in my job, I try to keep you in yours, until the day we have a change in the management." She sighed and gave William the pack of papers she was holding. "Here. These are the papers you asked for earlier. On top of it is today's things. You may want to look into it, I always forget something." Nina cast a quick glance towards the dressing rooms. "But, I think I'll call it a day." she said. "See you tomorrow, Will." "Yeah, I'll drink to that one. See ya Nina," William said and returned to his work. Nina walked towards the women's area with trembling steps, almost wishing that Anette had already left, but then again, hopefully she hadn't... She entered the dimly lit room, complete with tasteful paintings and large, wide wooden benches. She was only greeted by the sounds of silence; there was no one in sight. Wondering where Anette had gone, Nina sat down on the bench, and took the envelope from under her shirt and tried to feel what was inside. A few sheets of paper, or maybe a letter. Carefully, she opened the envelope, letting the contents slide out onto her lap. There were three of them. Pictures. In black and white. The first one showed a close-up of just Anette's lips, slightly open. They were glistening in the picture. Nina's heart raced in anticipation. In the second one, Anette had laid herself out stomach-down on a sofa. All she wore were lace panties. There wasn't much light, but Nina could just barely see the small soft curves of Anette's body. Her head was turned facing Nina, a bit to the side, so she could make out the closed eyes and a barely-open mouth. In the last one, the only things that were diminished were the amount of light and clothes. Anette was on the same sofa, this time lying on her back. The panties were gone, 'replaced' by her right hand, which was angled to cover her womanhood, though Nina was keenly aware of what was there. Anette's head was bent slightly backwards and her lips were partially open, her eyes still closed. Nina could quite clearly make out the outline of the firm, but petite breasts. The skin was quite pale, making a striking contrast against her midnight hair, which was cascading all over the perfectly-formed body. Breathing heavily, not the least from trying to figure out why Anette had given these pictures to her, Nina's heart continued pounding. And who had taken these pictures? She noticed she was running her finger across her lips, over her throat and carelessly brushing her breast. She fought the urge to allow her hands to continue their explorations, at least here at work. Just as Nina was putting the envelope into her bag, she heard a sound behind her. It was the padding of soft socks walking on a carpet. Soft socks on feet that belonged to a young woman, clothed just in her lacy underwear. Having already locked the dressing room door, she walked quietly right up behind Nina and gently touched her shoulders with supple fingers. Bending down, her warm breath on Nina's ear, Anette cooed, "I see you looked at them," She put her mouth to Nina's other ear, "What do you think?" Nina wasn't sure what to answer, her heart and thoughts were racing too fast to think clearly, and Anette's fingers on her shoulder made curious feelings run along her spine right to her hips. Knowing that it was a stupid thing to say, but unable to stop herself, she asked "Who took them?" She could almost feel the grin on Anette's face. "Jealous already?" she whispered. "Fear not, I took them myself, with a timer." Nina could feel the warmth and red creeping to her cheeks faster than she expected or liked. Feeling a bit more than a little embarrassed, she stuttered, "I didn't mean...well..." After a second or two she got a grip on herself and managed to continue, "Those were incredibly good. How come you are interning here instead of modeling or doing photography?" Anette sat down next to Nina and put a hand on her leg. "I'm too short to model, and besides, that's not really me, I only like to pose when I want to, and for those whom I feel I would want to watch me. And I did consider photography, but I think I'd like to keep as a hobby." "But why did you give them to me? How'd you know I...?" Nina managed to say, until Anette interrupted. "The men might not have noticed, and the boss certainly doesn't have a clue, but do you think you could keep it secret from me?" she smiled. "Takes one to know one, you know." "So you too...?" "Yeah." "And you knew I..." "Yeah. I'm surprised you didn't notice me looking at you." "What? You did that too?" gasped Nina, amazed, turning her head towards Anette. She didn't have a clue. Now that she thought of it, Anette spent a lot of time near her even though that wasn't really where she should work. And she managed to get all the deliveries coming to Nina, instead of the regular mail boy... The clear green eyes were staring right through her, examining every inch of her being. It was like she could feel the eyes peeling her clothes off and looking at every dip and curve of her body. The thought made her feel like she was just warm jelly in Anette's hands; Anette could do anything and Nina wouldn't even question it. It felt great. Nina tried to calm her breathing as she raised her other hand to meet Anette's cheek. Anette met her hand midway and knotted her fingers between Nina's. Nina sensed a warmth somewhere very deep inside her and her toes curled involuntarily as the feeling crept along her body. Anette pulled Nina's hand to her chest. "Can you feel it? My heart?" she asked softly. "It beats like this every time I see you, but now that you are here I feel like it could burst right out of me." Nina could indeed feel Anette's heart beating, at least as fast as her own was right then. She could also feel Anette's small but shapely breast under her black lace bra. Moving her hand just a little, so that her fingers scarcely touched the edge of Anette's erect nipple, Anette visibly twitched and Nina heard her let out a tiny moan. Nina wondered how far this would and should go, but all the reasons were not enough to make her consider stopping. She gently flipped her finger around the lace-clad nipple and traced a fingertip from her other hand up to Anette's bare arm. Now that she had both hands working she drew closer to Anette and let her fingers run down the smooth back of the young woman. Anette closed her eyes, arched her back and head slightly and breathed out a moan. Drawing a deep breath, almost tasting the sweet scent of the young woman in front of her, Nina faintly smelled some exotic flowers, mixed with sweat and lust. It was quite intoxicating to Nina; she knew she was in over her head and that nothing short of a stampeding horde of elephants could stop them now. And if Anette's reactions were any indication, she figured the feeling was mutual. Bending down to kiss Anette while Anette laced her own arms around Nina's neck, Nina gently laid the pliable intern on her back against the bench. Anette kept her arms around Nina's neck, raised her legs and crossed them over Nina's back. Nina softly kissed Anette's neck before carefully licking the lobe of her ear, which made the girl's body tremble. She let out a quiet whimper. Nina freed herself from Anette's delicious grasp and rose to a sitting position. Letting her fingers run along the small curves that made up Anette's form, Nina traveled first from ear to throat, then along the edges of her hand before jumping to her hip and continuing along the leg. Then it was back along the other smooth leg towards Anette's soft belly. Making a few circles around the delicate belly-button before continuing to the breasts, Nina carefully avoided the nipples, but gradually made smaller and smaller circles around the sensitive pink points on top of Anette's breasts. Anette's breathing was quick and loud, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed, but she couldn't keep still. All this tickling made her rise up and throw her hands around Nina, hugging her tightly. This gave Nina the opportunity to continue her fingering on Anette's back. She made her way along her spine right to the top of her buttocks, where she made a few circles again and continued to trace her hands up Anette's delicate back. Anette began kissing Nina from her ear down to her golden neck; from there to the top of her blouse. Nina had to stop fingering then, because the soft lips on her skin almost made her melt. It felt wonderful; feeling the kissing in her spine, where the sensation then electrified her insides and continued along her legs all the way to her toes, where she was quite sure her socks were literally spun around her feet. Both of the girls were panting quite heavily and their bodies were slick with sweat. Together, Nina's white-blond hair and Anette's raven tresses crisscrossed each other's bodies, creating a stunning contrast of dark and light lines against moony and golden skin- their lines were clear, and yet the two forms melded, erasing the boundaries between the two women. Nina felt Anette's hands graze under her shirt and creep up to her breasts. Anette gave Nina a brief glimpse of amazement when she realized that Nina wasn't wearing a bra. The lithe hands continued their exploration under her clothes, sending surges of pleasure twirling all over Nina's body. When Anette ran her fingers down her spine, Nina bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. "Anette...I think we...mmmm!" she managed to utter, but was interrupted by Anette's hands lightly pinching her hard nipples. "Yes...we should..." Anette said an inch from her ear, simultaneously running her finger across Nina's stomach, continuing all the way between her legs and pressed her pants gently but firmly against welcoming inner lips. "Ohhhhhh!" Nina gasped and bit her lip quite hard to stop herself from crying louder. Panting hard, she continued, "Anette...I...I want you so much right now, but if someone discovers us here..." she left the sentence hanging in the air because that was about as much as she was able to muster. "Well, Ms. Jennings, aren't you on the edge now?" Anette whispered and withdrew her hand after quickly brushing the insides of Nina's legs. "But I know what you're after..." she said, grinning. "Literally..." Anette let go of Nina, rose up from the bench and started towards the showers. Her back to Nina, she stretched and unwound her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Continuing her seductive walk, Anette slipped her panties down more and more with each step, until they, too, fell to the floor. Turning the corner, she sinuously disappeared to the showers. -------- Copyright © 2007 Nite (Antti Vahtera). Edited by bluebell7.