5 comments/ 59892 views/ 0 favorites Working Together Ch. 01 By: TaraSwallow It isn't like being with a boy. Boys are easy. I know how to flirt with them. I have 30 + years of experience. I'm pretty sure I flirted with my next door neighbor—one year my senior—while we were still in diapers. Then he went off to kindergarten while I stayed home, we both made new friends, and we hardly spoke again. My point? I like boys. Always have. But, given enough alcohol and a cute girl... is the term bi-curious? That's not quite accurate. I've had a few experiences. My curiosity is satisfied. I like girls. Flirting with them just doesn't come naturally to me (if you will). That first time with someone of the same sex is like your first ride on a towering roller coaster, the butterflies dancing in your belly as you wait in line, trying to look normal and wondering if everyone else in line feels the same way you do. No. Better analogy: it's like trying to sit across the dinner table from your crush, acting like everything's normal, acting like you don't want to grab him, right there, kiss those full, luscious lips, then force his head down so he can kiss every square inch of your body. See what I said about it coming naturally with boys? When I talk about a crush, I speak in the male pronoun. But this story isn't about him, it's about his wife. Which is just not as easy to talk about. And while it wasn't my first time, it was early enough in the game that I was still pretty nervous. Even so, it took only three rum and cokes before I started getting all touchy-feely on her. The four of us sat in the hotel bar, trying to maintain just a small modicum of professionalism, but the sexual tension was as thick as the adrenaline just before the start of a race, cyclists strapped in, poised at the starting line waiting for the signal. Flirting expressions crossed the table. Cassie and her husband, Mark, exchanged glances and smiles. I'm pretty sure her hand was on his thigh, as mine was on my husband's, rubbing, teasing, dancing just around that spot I know he wanted me to caress. Mark smiled at me. We stared, lost in each others' eyes for a moment, until he broke the connection with a quick wink. I don't know if anyone else at the table caught it, but my stomach flip-flopped at the unspoken promises that wink implied. Finally, drink three, a toast to friendship, century races and carbon fiber forks. Cassie and my husband, Scott, were the pro cyclists, while I worked for Bicycle magazine and Cassie's husband did marketing for Specialized bikes. In the Hilton lounge filled with cyclists and members of the industry, it was all we could do to remain discrete. I wanted to jump across the table and wrap my fingers around Cassie's short, thick blonde, kiss her hard on the lips and work my way down. I caught my husband's eye and could tell by his smirk that he was thinking the same thing. He masked it well, talking about the race and his second place finish—behind Cassie—this afternoon. A career in sports makes for a strange lifestyle... whether you're an athlete or part of the industry, you're essentially making a living out of games--overgrown children being paid for what we've always loved. Since I first got into cycling at age 15, I've loved the feeling of the road beneath me, miles disappearing as my legs burned with the exertion. The saddle between my legs, the friction, constant forward movement, power generated not by an engine but by my own strength. I met Scott in a local bicycle shop where we found each other drooling over the same charcoal gray and platinum Cannondale. Since then, we've traveled the country, making a living at something many people consider exercise, ecologically-friendly transportation or simple child's play. "First and second place," Mark said. "Not too bad!" "We know how to pick the winners," I told Mark, then winked at my husband. "I think Cassie deserves a victory kiss," Scott said. I bowed my head, blushing. "From me or you?" Mark turned his head sideways to give his wife an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and then said, "Why don't you two take turns?" "What am I, a piece of meat to be passed around the table?" Cassie asked, smiling to let us know she was teasing. "No, we'll play pass the meat later," I said with a laugh, squeezing my husband's thigh. I was anxious to share his cock with Cassie, to watch as she wrapped her soft red lips around him. And even more anxious to get a piece of her guy. Cassie and I had discussed the "rules" in the hotel room after the race. Getting ready for dinner, we shared one long mirror in the bathroom. She wore a sky blue bra from Victoria's Secret and low-rise jeans, while I had a pink bra—ironically, the same style—and a short denim skirt that hugged my thighs. I caught Cassie eyeing me a few times, and I suspect she noticed me doing the same to her. Only half-dressed, we straightened our hair, then applied blush, mascara and painted our eyelids in shades of smoky gray. Finally, we pulled frilly, sleeveless tops in pastel colors over our bras to present ourselves to our men. We'd been waiting for this weekend for a long time, ever since the four of us had discovered we liked to play. Mark had caught me checking out a "booth bunny" in the hotel bar after hours during Sporting Goods Manufacturers' Association trade show and commented, "She wants you, too." "What?" I looked at him blankly. I vaguely recognized the tall guy in front of me. His black polo shirt, Specialized embroidered in the right corner, told me I should know him better—the company was one of the magazine's bigger advertisers. He'd pitched a few stories to me in the past and seemed a lot sharper than many marketing professionals, fun to talk to and very savvy, but I couldn't remember his name. "She was checking you out. And you were checking her out." An impish grin looked very out of place on his extremely masculine and goateed face and I had to laugh. "And I can't blame either of you," he said. "Fair enough," I said. "I'm Lexie, by the way." I put out my hand formally. He took it gently, and, instead of the requisite handshake, kissed it. I laughed again, this time more of a giggle, my defenses down. After that night, I knew I wouldn't turn down any story he ever pitched me. Then I met Cassie, and we became fast friends. Cassie and Scott had raced on the same team before, shared the same sponsors, and got along well. Unfortunately, since we lived half a continent apart—they in LA, us in NY--it took a lot of planning and infinite patience to take our friendship to the next level. Now, with half the weekend already gone, time was running short. That's why Cassie and I determined we wouldn't waste time with petty rules or specifications. We decided early on—without letting our husbands in on the plan—that anything and everything was fair game tonight. Full swap, kissing, same room, different room, two-on-one, three-on-one, video, oral, anal... only our imaginations would limit our adventures for the night. If only we could get started. Now, as that time approached, my heart pounded loudly in my chest. I was at the pique of the race, dangerously close to hitting the wall, where your legs feel like lead and you can't move another inch, thighs burning, breath heavy, a mountain in front of me. That mountain was simply gathering the nerve to make that first move. I looked around the crowded but dark restaurant. What if there was someone we knew here? Half the cycling industry was here—of course there was someone we knew! At the top of their careers and competitors in last year's Tour de France, Cassie and Scott were minor celebrities. Mark and I were only known within the industry. What if someone did see? my drunk brain argued with itself. Who cares? A little scandal never hurt anyone, especially when Cassie's husband could spin any story in a positive light and I had enough media connections to work damage control. Besides, if people were really that concerned about our personal lives... well, maybe they needed to spend more time training and less time reading the tabloids or cycling blogs. Under the table, my foot had shed its clog and was working its way up Cassie's ankle. She smiled and leaned over-- Right into Mark's wine glass. "Oh, fuck!" She shoved her chair away from the table to get up. I watched the curve of her hip inside her dark blue denim jeans, the way the bleached 'whiskers" pointed in a seductive way. Scott, thinking fast, grabbed the glass; there hadn't been much wine left in it, so only a few drops had escaped onto the stark white table cloth. Around the table, three of us heaved a collective sigh. I got up, too. "Look," I said to Scott. "Switch seats. This is awkward." "This is a comedy of errors," Mark said. "It's like fucking ... Lysistrata." "Come here, Aphrodite," I said, smiling as I reached for Cassie's shoulder. "Would that make you Sappho?" she teased. I was afraid the mood had been broken by the spilled wine. My heart was pounding harder than it should have been, and my panties were moister than I can ever remember. Yes, I definitely liked girls. Why was it so damn hard to flirt with them? Finally, her tinted red lips found mine. I could scarcely breathe. The kiss didn't last long... 20 seconds maybe, and the whole time, I was holding back a smile, knowing Scott and Mark were staring. As we broke away and I opened my eyes, I knew my suspicions were correct. Yeah, they were both gazing open-mouthed at the show. Mark smiled, then signaled the waiter. As he approached, Cassie and I straightened our shirts, crossed our hands on the table, bit our lips to hold in the giggles, and tried to look nonchalant. "Check please," Mark said. It was a short walk back to our hotel room, and Cassie held me up most of the way. I'd had a bit more to drink—or perhaps a bit less to eat—than I had realized, and the room was spinning, a kaleidoscope of faces, fuzzy voices in the distance, laughing, talking, shouting. I had the vague notion of several guys watching us as we left. Cassie's hand was in my back pocket, and I had my arm wrapped around her waist. In her heels, she towered over me, but I liked it. The thought of dropping to my knees and going down on her in the middle of the restaurant appealed, but I wasn't sure if the angle would work with a girl. I hated being so inexperienced in these matters. Drunk as I was, I blurted out my trepidations. "I have no idea what I'm doing. Just so all of you know that. You know. I've had experiences, I mean. But every time, I was so drunk, I'm really not sure what I'm doing." "You've always done fine," my husband said. "Must have been luck," I laughed. "I truly am clueless when it comes to girls!" Mark smiled as my husband rolled his eyes at me. Cassie stopped walking. I stumbled slightly, but she grabbed my arm so I wouldn't fall. She turned to face me. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me, hard this time, almost the way a man would. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed. "Don't worry." A few minutes later, I stopped and initiated a kiss. Stretching upward, I wrapped my arms around her and we stood there in the hallway for long minutes, exploring each other's mouths, breathing hard, wanting to stop so we could get back to the room and move on, but not wanting to stop, loving the taste, the feel, the closeness. She truly was an amazing woman. I felt a hand on my shoulder and realized it was Mark, pulling me away. "Let's save some for later," he said. "Don't want you girls getting tired of each other!" "Like that would ever happen!" Cassie said, which made me grin. I grabbed her hand, and we walked back to the room that way. High school girlfriends. BFF. That's just about how I felt—like a teenager in love. Or lust. Or some odd combination of the two. It's great to find close friends you can fuck. It started, as I had imagined it would, with me and Cassie. We didn't prop each other against the closed hotel room door, fumbling with the key as we kissed passionately, finally tumbling onto the neatly-made bed to rip off each other's clothes. It wasn't like that at all. In fact, we had cooled off by the time we reached our penthouse suite. Mark and Scott no longer held their hands in their pockets to mask erections and Cassie and I had started talking about next month's cover story for Bicycling. I was putting Cassie on the cover and we would do the interview right after the photo shoot. I was still torn between two photographers—one male, one female—and asked Cassie's opinion. "You know, Antonio is quite a player," she said. "But I heard Elizabeth is--" Cassie paused, then blushed uncharacteristically. "She's like us, so that could get very interesting!" I grinned. I'd always suspected Elizabeth was bi, if not a lesbian, but, as an editor, it wasn't the type of thing you asked about freelancers who worked for you. "Is that all you think about? Who you have better odds with?" Cassie smiled. "Why not?" I laughed. "That's why I love you," I said, reaching up to kiss her again. Back in familiar territory, talking business, I felt more comfortable. I slid my tongue into her mouth without effort, relishing the sweet, bubbly taste of cola and vanilla rum, the salty spice of the filet mignon we'd both enjoyed as an entrée. A second later, a hand on my back steered me into the hotel room. The bedside lamp someone (I suspected it was Mark) turned on provided enough light to find our way to the bed, where we continued kissing. The mattress was soft and we flopped onto it gracefully, giggling, a flurry of hands, lips and tongues on ears, cheeks, necks. Lips on lips, hands on bare shoulders, caressing, feeling the soft round curves of our bodies together. We sat up, and my tongue traced Cassie's collarbone. My hands moved down around her waist, to the hem of her blouse, finally pulling it up and over her head. My husband stepped up behind me to pull off my shirt, his hands cupping my breasts as he felt for the clasp on my front hook bra. "Hey, you guys match!" Mark observed. Cassie filled out her blue Victoria's Secret demi bra much better than I did, her round 34 D breasts spilling out to form impressive cleavage, while my 34 Bs remained almost entirely covered by the satin material. A silver VS logo dangled seductively off the clasp between Cassie's breasts, while mine lay flush against my chest. "We almost do!" I laughed, using one hand to undo the clasp on Cassie's bra. Before I could make a move, Mark grabbed her breasts, began sucking a tight little nipple. I tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. He separated from Cassie long enough to shed the shirt, then went back to sucking. "It is so hot watching you with a woman," he said, pausing for a breath. My head swam with thoughts... were Scott and I really in a hotel room with Cassie and Mark, after two years of flirting, waiting, hoping? "Then let me be with her," Cassie said, gently shoving Mark away, a gentle, loving smile on her face. Mark grinned as Cassie approached me again. I fumbled with the button on her jeans. The denim felt like just one more frustrating barrier between us, when we were so close to culminating our friendship in the way we'd all been waiting for. She gently pulled back to undo her jeans, while I unbuttoned my skirt and slid it down my hips. We laughed to discover we wore matching lace Victoria's Secret panties, hers in blue, mine in pink. "Hard to believe we've never gone shopping together, isn't it?" "We'll have to fix that someday soon, too," Scott said. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mark watching me. My legs grew weak and I stumbled as I stepped out of my skirt. I couldn't decide who I wanted more: Cassie or Mark. Mark made the decision easy as he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me hard on the lips. We tumbled onto the bed. His long tongue exploring my mouth left me breathless as I imagined what else that tongue could do. I pulled away briefly to gauge Scott's reaction, but found him wrapped up in Cassie—quite literally. Cassie's long legs wrapped around Scott's hips as she sat on the edge of the bed, kissing him. His hands explored her large breasts; it was clear, even through his pants, how much he wanted her. Cassie must have sensed it too, because soon, her long, thin fingers were pulling at his pants, unbuttoning them with graceful ease. I sat, transfixed, watching, as she took his cock in her mouth, caressing his balls as his shaft disappeared down her throat. Mark's fingers between my legs brought me back to the action on our side of the bed. I nudged Mark. "Isn't that hot?" I said, directing his attention to Scott and Cassie. "Not as hot as you," he replied, tossing me onto the bed and folding my legs into the air. While I was watching Scott and Cassie, Mark had removed his pants, too. He kissed me again and we stared into each other's eyes as he penetrated my soaking wet pussy. I moaned, attracting the attention of Scott and Cassie. "Mmmm," Cassie said. "That looks like fun." They fell beside us on the queen size bed, Scott on top. I grabbed Cassie's hand, loving the closeness, and she squeezed my fingers as Scott entered her for the first time. We fell into rhythm, the four of us, mine and Cassie's pre-orgasmic squeals perfectly timed with each other. I edged closer and began kissing her, my tongue plunging her mouth in time with her husband's cock entering me, deep and hard. I gasped between kisses, unsure how to react to this dream come true, never wanting it to end, the pressure inside me building so much that I didn't know what I'd do if I didn't come soon. I reached down and grabbed my husband's shaft just as it exited Cassie, clutching the moist member. My fingers quickly found her swollen clit and I squeezed, rubbing it between my fingers in a way I knew I would have liked. Mark hovered over me, his cock deep inside my body, and watched his wife's reaction as her hips bucked up and down with the pleasure from my touch. "Oh, fuck me harder," I yelled. I wanted his cock hard and fast inside me, to release the throbbing pressure I felt building in my own clit. My nipples were as rock hard as his dick, and I had never felt such an overwhelming desire to come. I rubbed Cassie hard and fast, using the volume of her moans to gauge my success. My husband's cock brushed against my hand as he moved, and occasionally, I rubbed my fingertips against his shaft or balls. As I rubbed her clit, Cassie wiggled beneath me, pushing her pussy up into my hand; she wanted more and more. Soon, my index and middle fingers shared space in her pussy with Scott's cock. Scott moaned as I managed to stroke his cock as it came inside Cassie. As her pussy clenched around my fingers, I wondered how long Mark and I could hold off with this show going on beside us. Yes, I was in a hurry, but I was enjoying pleasuring Cassie too much to make it about me right now. My fingers were lost in the moisture, a sticky wet, yummy mess, cock and pussy throbbing around my hand. I soon brought those fingers to my mouth. Mark grabbed my hand, though, and began sucking, enjoying the taste of his wife's pussy juices from another woman's finger. As Mark sucked my fingers, Cassie rubbed her hand across my stomach and slipped it between me and Mark to my own wet mound. Her dexterous fingers found my clit quickly and grabbed it. With Mark's cock rubbing deep inside me and Cassie's fingers on my clit, it wouldn't be long before I felt that sweet release. I'd been waiting for this moment for years—why was it taking so long? It wasn't for lack of talent by anyone involved. On the verge, my back arched and I squealed with delight. But Mark pulled out, spewing semen across my belly. He heaved a sign, collapsing on the bed beside me. He ran a finger through my hair. "I'm sorry, sweetie. That was just... way too much." Working Together Ch. 01 I didn't have time to reply, because Cassie was bent over me, licking her husband's cum from my belly, working her way down, then thrusting her tongue inside me. "Oh yeah, baby," Mark said. "Finish her for me. That's my girl." He grabbed a handful of Cassie's short blond hair, forcing her face deeper into my twat. My pussy squeezed around her tongue, and waves of pleasure flowed through my entire body. Mark and Scott each grabbed one of my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples. I screamed so loud the entire hotel might have heard as I felt waves of release from my head to my toes. I grabbed a hand—Mark's, maybe?—and squeezed it hard. My body convulsed as the orgasm continued. I had no strength, and every hair on my body stood on end. I didn't know if I'd ever recover and I didn't care. "Oh, baby, yeah," Cassie said from between my legs. "Let it out, sweetie. What a good girl. Isn't that hot?" "Extremely," Mark agreed. "Oh, yeah," Scott said. I don't remember much after that, but I'm pretty sure we all slept for a while. Working Together Ch. 02 It had been eighteen months since my sister Jess and I had got back together, after the death of our parents and here we were living and working together. Life had been a roller coaster this last year and a half for sure. From estranged siblings, to lovers, to co-workers. It was a heady existence and I never, ever took any of it for granted. I loved Jess with all my heart and she, bless her, felt the same about me. One night after a pretty unproductive and frustrating day we returned home and I scratched together a pasta meal. Now I'm no genius at reading peoples thoughts but judging by the way Jess, my sister, was pushing the food round her plate there was a problem. I smiled as she looked up. "OK spill it, what's wrong, not enough cheese? too much tomato? Pasta a little too 'al dente' for you?" Jess frowned and continued to push her fork through her food. Looking at me with her big sad eyes as she smiled awkwardly. "It's not the food, it's..." She trailed off looking pensive. "The job, then?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, pretty much, it's just..." "Can't work with me anymore, just not gelling, perhaps?" "NO! definitely not, that's good, trust me. It's just, well I'm not leading a front line team anymore and I just feel, I don't know... a bit of a spare part." she finished lamely. "What we do is important, we may not see the results firsthand but it is important, you have to understand that Jess. We are making a difference." "I really hate that phrase, it's so hollow, unrealistic. Perhaps I should just step down and go back to the old job?" "Like they're going to welcome you back with open arms Little Sister, you'll be treading on someones toes." "True, but I need something different, I don't know, something more..." "Less desk more action?" Jess laughed and picked up her phone as it began to buzz and ring. "Hello, Oh hello Ma'am, yes of course, certainly, yes he is, is there any... OK thank you." She put the phone down and looked at me. "That was the Boss, she wants to come over, it's funny she's not been in that much this last couple of weeks, wonder if she's up for a promotion?" "OK, so how long 'til she gets here?" I asked and winked. "Mmmm, less than twenty minutes, but forget it, I'm going to eat this delicious pasta meal you cooked for me." Smiling she began to push forkful after forkful into her tiny beautiful mouth, "Mmmm, lovely," she managed through the food, her cheeks bulging and her eyes twinkling. "Ohh more, more, I'm positively wet with the thrill of it all." "Moist," I said, "I like moist", I grinned as I stood and moved towards her. "No!" she said as she tried to stand and sprayed food onto the tablecloth. "Oh yes!" I said loudly as I reached her and crushed her to me. "Dave," she cried and I saw her looking at my shirt, which now sported a beautiful bolognese kiss on the chest, I grinned and leaned in to kiss her delicious lips, we traded tongues and food scraps, she giggled as I clutched her small and tight arse in my hands. "No, No, stop the Boss is coming over and..." the rest was lost as I kissed her again. I could feel my cock growing in my pants, but it was held back by them and my trousers. I felt her grind her pelvis against me and tightened my grip on her taut buns. "Ohh God I'm going to cum, you bastard I'll look like a bloody tomato when she gets here." I saw the spread of her flush from her chest to her cheeks, she sagged against me and sighed. The doorbell rang and I slipped away to answer it, leaving Jess holding the table, bright red and grinning. I answered the door to Commander Curtis. Last time we met I was stark bollock naked and she was in uniform. Thankfully tonight I was dressed, and she was in a loose blouse and denim jeans with a pair of loafers and matching handbag. "Hi Dave, nice logo on the shirt, " she grinned as she walked in. I laughed and followed her pert arse into the lounge. "I hope you're enjoying the view," she threw at me and turned her head with a beaming smile. "Nice, " I said out loud and reddened, she laughed and walked up to Jess and hugged her. Jess looked flushed and out of breath. Commander Curtis smiled and turned to wink at me. "I'll make some coffee, OK Boss?" They both said yes together and grinned at me, I left them to it. Returning to the lounge with a tray of coffees and some almond biscuits Jess loved, I saw they were waiting for me. "Sorry to barge in like this, but somethings come up and I need to include you two soonest." We sat expectantly, as the Commander outlined her last two weeks. "I've been away from my desk for a while as there are going to be changes at work. We have a new Chief Constable coming on board and he has an agenda which he wants initiated from the get go. So, we are restructuring, but also there is to be a new undercover inquiry set up to root out any residual corruption in the force." She took a biscuit and nibbled at it as we sat forward. "The new broom isn't happy with the previous stable cleaning and has authorised a totally new unit to operate away from the Centre and to have only known and trusted officers in it. The new offices will be in a warehouse unit at Heathrow, under the cover of trying to stop petty pilfering on the Airport site." "So who will be heading this unit up?" said Jess. "Me," Commander Curtis said, "And I'm going to ask you both to join me, however there is a problem in this. As you well know, some of our "friends" have friends who are part of large organised crime gangs. If they find out who is in this unit, there will be a lot of flak flying. They will peek and pry until they find something to use as leverage. Otherwise it will be intimidation or violence" She paused and looked at us. I shook my head, I knew what was coming. "so you think, if they find out about Jess and I they will use it to either turn us or discredit us?" "Exactly, if and when they find out about it, they will use anything to derail this inquiry" "Boss," said Jess, "why out of the centre?" "Look why don't you call me Gill from now on and to answer your question. The new man thinks that the corruption may go up to the highest levels, not the Commanders or above but the Admin staff etc. They get to see and hear everything we discuss at our meetings and the policy papers and situation reports and other private papers." "I can't call you Gill, you're the Boss!" Jess exclaimed. "No you're the Boss, I'm the Guv'nor," she grinned and I saw Jess look confused. I touched her hand. "An old joke that goes back years I'll tell you later." I said grinning too. "Right well I'm off home, the old man will be wondering where I am and might even be stretched out on the floor with the au pair by now, how lovely." she patted my bottom as I rose to let her out. I heard Jess's giggle as I jumped at the touch. "Lovely arse you hunk," she said and swept out the door. "She frightens the shit out of me," I said as I waved goodbye. "Good, I'm glad somebody does, now I seem to remember someones hands on my bottom and a seriously hard boner mashing my pussy, know anything about it?" I shut the door and backed against the wall. Jess grabbed me and pulled my head down to her face. I grinned and broke free, "You ain't got nuffin on me copper, I ain't dun anyfink, you aint got no evidence, I want my brief here before I says anuvver word." Jess put her hands behind her back and stood feet apart eyeing me up and down. "Strip!" she said, with menace in her voice. "Yer can't do this, I got rights you know." "Strip or I'll make it harder for you," she grinned. "You make it harder anyway darlin'," "So strip!" "No!" "Yes," "Why should I? You can't make me." "Oh no, well what about this then." Jess unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it free of my trousers,sliding her hands from my stomach to my chest, suddenly she tweaked both my nipples. "Oww, that's assault, that is, I'll do you fer that." Her hands dived to my fly and wrenched it down and open, her hand was instantly inside and into my pants, where she found my growing cock. "Oh ho, what have we here, an offensive weapon, looks like I got you bang to rights, going equipped to please." "Aww come on, that search was illegal, I ain't done no harm." "No but you were going to, now are you going to cum noisily or do I have to wrestle you to the ground and use force." "Ohh yes please, wrestle me," I joked. Next thing I'm on the floor in the hallway, my trousers and pants are off, thrown God knows where and Jess has her skirt off and her knickers down below her knees. Quickly stepping out of them and kneeling she sucked my cock into her mouth. I felt this warm wet cavern sliding around it. Her tongue licked and swirled round the head. "Bloody hell, I thought you .." I gasped as my cock strained forward. I lost my train of thought as her pretty little mouth moved up and down my cock shaft, and her tongue flicked over it. I felt my balls tightening and I gasped. "Jess, I.. I'm going to..." She pulled her mouth off me and grinned. Then standing, she towered over me her shaven slit inches from my face. She began to slowly gyrate her hips and dance suggestively, her hands going under her blouse to massage her tiny tits, stroking the little buds, she sighed excitedly. My balls were aching and I humped the air above me, to excited myself to grab my cock, staring at the gorgeous pussy inches from me. My tongue snaked out and Jess dipped lower until I touched the slit but felt it move away. She let out her breath and reached down with her hand. Slipping her index finger into the fold she played with herself. Teasing me, she grinned as I reached out and grabbed her hips, she staggered forward and I fought her hand with my tongue. She removed her finger and pushed her pussy against my face, and I willingly pushed my tongue into her slit, wriggling it as I sought her hole, I flicked her clit and slid my tongue back until it found that moist cavern I love so much. I brought my nose to her clit massaging it against her little button, my tongue entering her and scouring the moistness forming there, letting it roll into my mouth. Heaven must taste like this I thought as I heard her begin to pant. I pushed harder and swizzled my tongue as my nose ground against her clit. Suddenly she was pushing back against me as her legs began to shake. she pushed and held as I licked and rubbed for all I was worth. She shuddered and snorted, then her legs began to slowly open as she slid down my body, I guided her over my rigid cock and felt those warm walls close round me. In two pushes I was back to launch point again and as she held me to her chest I felt my cock explode as my balls delivered their load. I felt myself spraying my cum inside her, high into her womb. I jerked and grunted as all my energy left me through my cock head. We lay straddled over each other for a while, our breaths ragged and hoarse. Jess kissed my lips and we spent a long time trading tongues as our lips joined together. we moved apart and I saw Jess smiling again. I ruffled her hair and she reached for my hand and held it. I ran my free hand over her back and leaned in for another kiss. we lay back. With Jess sat on my lap my limp cock gradually backed out of her, When free, I felt my cum dripping out of her onto my lap. "Shower?" she suggested, I nodded and she helped me to stand, we were still a little breathless. Holding each other we walked to the master bedroom. The spare room light flicked on and the curtains closed. I grinned, my boss had figured out the truth of our relationship during a routine re-accreditation background check. two people, two bedrooms, only one ever had the lights on and the curtains closed. With a bit of ingenuity and a few tools and gadgets I fixed that. The second bedroom light would go on at random points and the curtains would close at ten'ish. Jess had bounced on the bed and remade it then draped clothes on it and left shoes and makeup in there. If anyone came or spied on us, it looked as if brother and sister had separate rooms. Later we lay in bed together and just enjoyed the physical contact where our bodies met. Jess snuggled into me and I wrapped my arm round her. We kissed goodnight and settled back as sleep overtook us. Working Together Ch. 03 I put the phone down and dropped my head in my hands. Looking round the Office I could see the quiet faces looking at me as I brushed my hair back and sat up straight. Jess was poised by one of the Admin Team, looking expectantly at me. "Wilson, has found out we're on to him. He's spent the last half hour shredding any evidence that might incriminate him. " I raised my hands to heaven in supplication, "Please let him miss something, please," I pleaded. "Two years Lord, two bloody wasted years." Jess shook her head and sighed, patted the admin guy on the back and walked over. "How?" "We don't know yet, the team will go in shortly and lift him, but he's had long enough to cover his tracks and those of his buddies too!" Jess patted my shoulder and leaned lower, "My office now please." She straightened and left me alone. I moaned again tidied my desk and gathered up my notes. Taking my cup I poured more coffee and went over to Jess's corner suite. Jess was putting the phone down as I came in and I heard the outside doors open and close. I knew it would be Commander Gill Curtis, AKA the Boss. Gill entered the room smiling, her uniform jacket unbuttoned, revealing a regulation white blouse with the official white and black kerchief necktie. She perched on the corner of Jess's desk. "OK troops what gives?" Jess stood and came round to join her. I spread my notes out on the small corner table and turned to face them. "Wilson has been tipped off somehow and this morning was spotted moving a shredder to his office, this was as of thirty minutes ago." I looked down at my notes again. "I've authorised the Lifters to move in, but I think we're too late, because our contact tried to get into his room but the door's locked and he's shredding everything by the sound of it," I glanced up and shrugged. "At the moment we've no idea how he was tipped off, but we may well find ourselves without a trace of evidence and we'll have to release him." "Do we have enough to force his resignation?" Gill was frowning, crossing her black Lycra covered legs at the ankle. She lent back and her tailored uniform hugged her mature curves. She had big firm breasts and they were pushing hard against the uniform blouse she wore. The lacy pattern of her bra came into sharp detail as she arched her back to loosen the tension she felt. I felt a tingle and inwardly cursed. This was definitely not the time to get a hard-on. I saw Jess's eyebrow lift and a curious smile cum smirk flit across her face. I could guess tonight's conversation. I looked at my notes hurriedly and found the entry I needed. Looking up I saw Gill had a grin a mile wide, she had noticed my discomfort too. "We could force him to consider his position; if we say we'll use 'habitually consorting with known criminals' as a reason to dismiss him. We can't touch him on his record as his cases cover practically every type of offence and his conviction rate is first class." Gill nodded, "OK when you lift him take him to the Detention Centre and I'll see what I can prise out of him, Jess I'd like you in with me. But we wait overnight, let him start to worry why he's not being interviewed or charged. " "Dave, as they lift him, get into his office and go through it, diaries, log book, notebook, computer, the lot. I want to know who his tailor is, when he's eaten, where he's been, who with and how often he farts. I want this little shit nailed down and buried. I hate dirty coppers and his stench needs removing from the force asap, any questions?" Gill pushed off the desk and straightened up, buttoning her jacket. "Give me a heads up on Wilson's arrival. I'm off to speak to the ACC on this." She smiled and left the office, I looked at Jess who had a smirk on her pretty face. "She gave you a stiffy didn't she, you're terrible, " she giggled and stretched her black Lycra clad legs. I had to look. Jess grinned and opened her legs a little wider, I could see where the tights changed pattern, as it reached the top of her legs. I gulped and looked away red faced. My cock was crowding my pants and I had no doubt would be visible through my trousers. "This is sexual harassment," I muttered. "Of course it is, but it's for your own good. Now be a love and get me a coffee would you?" She smiled sweetly and batted her eyelids, I melted. An hour later the call came in that the subject was now on his way to the Detention Centre. As we worked undercover, we daren't use any Police Station; so with the connivance of my bosses in the Security Service, we used the Detention Centre at Heathrow to interview suspects. It was just off the Airport perimeter in Hounslow and we had a standing order for a room ready for interviews. The Border Force and Immigration Services weren't happy but so what, we had to have a secure area for interviews. I picked up my case and left for the suspects office. By now the jungle grapevine would be awash with rumours and supposition and the whispers would have started. I had to get there before anyone else had a chance to get in and assist in removing the evidence. I knew Wilson had been lured away by a tip off that a known criminal was about to pull off a daring robbery. Our man was known to have wanted the kudos of feeling this crims collar, so off he went like a teenager in a brothel. He was promptly bagged by the Lifters at the rendezvous, and was unable to use his phone to warn anyone else. I entered the Police Station, showed my identity card and asked for an office for an hour or so, a matter of national importance. As they had little space and his office was empty I was shown in and immediately locked the door behind me. I started with his diary, nothing untoward here. His notebook appeared to be contemporaneous with his known arrests and interviews. His PC was a standard issue Home Office Police desktop and nothing appeared to be hidden on the system. I dialed my Security Section and spoke to Don in IT, he swiftly logged in and began a deeper forensic search. He assured me it was untraceable. As an extra, he loaded a bot which would record and forward details of all keystrokes used and applications opened. This was highly illegal normally but a necessity and we could get Home Office approval for it anyway. Finding nothing I prepared to leave unlocking the door, just then the Desk Sergeant approached me. "I'm sorry to disturb you Mr Maybury, but there's a solicitor asking to speak to the Officer in Charge of the arrest of Detective Sergeant Wilson, that's his office you've been in. Do you know anything about this?" "I'm sorry Sergeant, I have no idea what you're talking about, I just needed a hot desk to make some calls and complete the paperwork. I can't tell you what it's about but I know nothing at all about this..." I paused and looked at him, "Detective Sergeant Wilson." "Exactly, so sorry but I must go, I have to be at Heathrow to catch a flight landing. Is that all Sergeant?" "Yes sir, sorry sir. I really don't know what to say." "Look I'm really sorry I can't help. Perhaps there's something in his room, I haven't touched anything except the phone. Go on, go and have a looksee." "Good idea thanks Mr Maybury." I left before the solicitor saw me and hurried back to Heathrow. I parked in a public car park and walked to the terminal. I phoned the office. "Can you get over to Terminal Three and pick me up. Come in an Area Car, blues and two's make it look like I'm in on an arrest, cheers, ten minutes then." Ten minutes later we threw a blanket over one of the guys who had been in the terminal on lunch break and whisked him out to the waiting squad car, and with bells and whistles charged off again. Anyone following would have believed I was working on an arrest and left it at that. Luckily this event had been foreseen and all the crew had "uniforms" to slip into so we could mount this type of operation. I wrote it all up and added the info to the database, then headed on home. Jess came in about an hour later with the Boss. I saw Jess and Gill talking in the hallway as they hung up their coats, I carried on in the kitchen. "Hello darling what's for supper then?" Gill kissed me on the cheek and grinned. "Mmmm Bro. that smells pretty good." Jess said, kissing the other cheek. "Sometimes I think you only tolerate living with me because you never have to cook," I said raising my knife and grinning. "I know but, you do love me really," said Gill and kissed me again, this time on the lips. "Hey, Boss, I'm lips only, he belongs to me, give that back" said Jess laughing, then kissed Gill on the lips. Gill's eyebrows shot up and she lurched back a step. "I say steady on old girl, I'm still your Guv'nor," Gill said grinning, and flung an arm round Jess. They hugged and cuddled as I carried on with the meal. "Don't worry about me, I'm just the staff, you ladies carry on, there's beer or wine, whatever." I finished the salad and tossed it lightly, then placed the bowl in the fridge for a minute. "Right, beers?" said Jess and we both nodded, she skipped off to the larder and returned with three pint bottles. "I prefer draught but as it's you, this will do fine, got a glass?" I gestured at the cabinet over the hatch, Gill opened the doors and reached up for the glasses. I watched her lift herself up on her toes and her skirt lift up to show her, hopefully, stocking clad thighs. I really hoped for stockings and not tights, I hate tights, even the American pantyhose sounds better, but the products the same. No white flesh between crotch and thigh, give a guy a break please. Jess nudged me in the side, "Oi!, that's enough of that from you, you randy bugger." Gill turned and and grinned, she knew what had been happening behind her back. We had a pleasant evening, unwinding and chatting. As part of an unspoken code we never discussed work after work, difficult as it was we stuck to this. Gills husband arrived and he came in for a coffee before whisking her away again. I grinned at Jess who batted her eyelids slowly. Standing she pulled her cardigan over her head, then slowly unbuttoned her uniform blouse, revealing a small white lacy bra. Gyrating she shed her skirt and stood in her underwear. Grinning she slowly eased her white half slip off her hips and let it slide to the floor. Turning her back she undid her bra and let the straps slide down her arms. Her small neat bare back , slightly tanned offset her tights and knickers. She wriggled out of her tights and turned towards me hand on hips. "OK big boy, show me the money?" I stood and languidly unbuttoned my shirt, whipping it out of my trousers. I let it fall to the floor, then unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall away I stepped out of them and pulled my pants down. "Keeping your socks on then?" She laughed. "I like to keep an air of mystery about me," I grinned, as my cock rose of its own accord. "Well why don't you bring that air of mystery into the bedroom and see if it can really please a woman." She winked, my cock lurched and she turned and slid her knickers down, bending forward so I had a view of her perfect arse and the little secret world in between. I must have gasped because she gave a throaty giggle and walked away. I followed obediently. We walked to the bed and I shucked my socks off, she grinned and lay back on the bed her arms and legs opening to invite me to join her. I moved to her and she mewled with excitement as my cock raked her thigh and moved over her slit. "Please Dave take me now, I need you now so very much." Willingly I slid my cock along her slit and coated it in the juices sliding out of her open and welcoming pussy. I held my cock lightly and pushed into the tight, moist cave of her sex, slipping in easily. We met and began a gentle swaying rhythm, until fifteen minutes later we climaxed together, she lifting off the bed, me trying to pin her to it. Afterwards we lay in a post sexual glowy cuddle and kissed each other lightly. I must have dropped off because the next thing I remember is the damn alarm belting out its raucous good morning. Looking at each other we grinned and kissed. Forty minutes later we were showered and breakfasted, ready to go. It was a slow morning with nothing new coming in, I made sure all my reports were up to date and settled back to await the outcome of the interview. Then Don phoned, he had been surprised to see that someone was using the PC in the DS's room. He was analysing the keystrokes as we spoke. "It's an e-mail by the look of it. Possibly coded, I have the recipient address. When it's sent I'll copy it to you." "Thanks Don, I appreciate it." "Your round then!" "As soon as this assignments closed I will buy you all the beer you can handle." "I'll hold you to that." "Cheers Don." I hung up and wandered over to Jess's office. She and Gill were in conversation, but Jess beckoned me in. "Evenin' All," "very funny Dave, now tell us some good news." "Well I have good news and bad news." "Bad first please." "His office was clean and a solicitor turned up to represent him." "How?" "Not sure but they must have a network structure and keep each others backs covered." "and the good news is." "Someone's using his PC and the message appears to be encoded." "Are you monitoring this?" "The necessary action has been taken and was prior to someone using it." "Hallelujah, thank you the God of small mercies." "Once we get a transcript of the decrypt we should be in business." "OK how long?" My phone buzzed, I excused myself and answered. "Hallo mate it's Don, you hit pay dirt buster. The user sent it to a box account and it was redistributed. But Uncle Don has managed to track down and source every mailbox it landed in. No! don't say thank you, buy me beer. It says it so much more gratefully." "Don you are a genius, can we have the decrypt and the mailboxes by this evening?" "Done oh bountiful one, I prefer Bitter to Lager and not the shit multinational crap either." "How about the Alice on Friday?" "Five thirty, do not be late, you're buying." "Cheers matey." I almost ran back into Jess's office. "Transcript on it's way and the mailboxes it was being sent to." "Brilliant!" "At Last" "Right, let's get this bastard and his mates and then let's get pissed." Later we looked at the mailboxes and Gill whistled, the list was astonishing. "Blimey, this is going to raise a few eyebrows, have you seen who some of these bastards are?" "Someone's going to have to tell the Commissioner quietly and see how he wants to go forward." "I'll tell the ACC and he can make the decision. Thank God his name's not on the list." "Best of luck with that one Gill, you'll need a beer after that." "Then some, but if this is truly the extent of the penetration, we've been running round with our hands tied behind our backs since God knows when." "We can end it now though, can't we?" "Some of these bastards will find a way out, do a deal, take their pension or retire through ill health. but at least we can weed them out." "And so after the thrill of the chase we can look forward to several months of paperwork, deep joy." "That's the way of the world old girl, pleasure is brief but pain lives on." "Well thank you for that, I feel so much better about it now. I really think you should take that on the road and charge people to listen." "OK point taken, sooner we start sooner we finish." "OK you two we'll pick this up tomorrow, after I see the ACC, get off home, tell everyone early night and start at oh eight thirty tomorrow," "thanks Gill," "Oh I'm not being generous, just saving the budget." We all laughed and began to pack away. The phone rang about eleven thirty, it was Gill, she was upset clearly, "Dave, are you and Jess OK?" "Yes of course, what's going on?" "They know what's going on, two of our guys have been arrested, on National Security grounds, they've been taken to Paddington Green and held incommunicado. The office has been raided, God knows what they've found and destroyed. The ACC has been on the phone, he's speaking to the Commissioner and the Home Secretary, this is a fucking bad day all round." "What should we do?" "Get the fuck out the flat, find somewhere discreet and phone me back in thirty minutes. Gerry and I have left home and are hidden up in a safe place, thank God we've got an alarm. They triggered it then tried to say it was a Police Raid, luckily there's a basement exit they missed, we got out just in time., now get out ASAP." The line went dead and he felt Jess grip his arm, "What's happening?" "Get up and dressed, we have to go, they're on to us and lashing out, trying to destroy all the evidence and arrest us on spurious National Security charges. Gill and Jerry got out, but a couple of the guys are being held at Paddington Green." "Shit, OK, you grab a bag stuff some clothes for you in it, I'll go pee then dress, then you go and I'll put my clothes in the bag. Go.." Twenty minutes later we hit the street, as we reached my car a stream of Police cars, with blues flashing pulled into the front parking area. We bent low and slipped into the car. I released the handbrake, started the engine and put the car in gear. I left the lights off and slipped slowly towards the exit. At the gates, I used the zapper to open them and pulled out, flicking the lights on. We drove for thirty minutes through west London, until we reached the outskirts of the airport. I found a small run down Bed and Breakfast. Pulling in we wandered into reception. The night porter accepted our story that we had flown in and were too tired to drive down to the west country, so wanted a room for the night. We paid in advance. Once inside I dialed Gill's number, "Where the fuck have you been I was really worried about you both." "Gill we're ok, found a place that's safe, what do you want us to do?" "Stay low for the next few hours, we can't talk too long in case they can track the mobiles. When we finish turn it off and remove the sim, only put it in when we call again. I'll phone about one ok?" "Sure, understood, speak later." Jess looked at me and held her arms out, I stepped into them and we hugged tightly. "This will all be OK won't it?" "Yes of course, Gill is handling it, who else could do a better job?" "Dave, love me, please, take me to bed, I really need you right now." "Princess, that goes for me too, I need your love, and how." We undressed and slipped between the old but clean sheets. I reached for Jess and we kissed and stroked one another. Gradually the stroking became insistent and she reached for my cock and slid her hand gently up and down it. I placed a hand on her perfect breast and felt her nipple hardening. We rolled until she was astride me and I watched in awe as my sister sank slowly onto my engorged pole. I felt the wet warmth of her beautiful vagina engulf me and the pleasure of her bottom touching my thighs. We rose and fell, the pleasure increasing until with sighs and grunts we came, almost together, sated, spent, fulfilled. Jess lay on my chest, my cock still just inside her. We slept that way until my small traveling alarm rang. Jess's eyes flickered open, sitting up she reached for her phone. Reassembling it she called Gill. I realised I was still inside her and reached for her breasts, she grinned and leaned back slightly, keeping just out of my reach. She moved a finger to her lips, with her free hand, in a shushing gesture. I nodded, but raised my hips slightly. She grinned and responded. "Boss, Jess, what's happening? OK, OK, Uh Huh. Got it, right see you in about an hour. Yes, I will, thanks." Working Together Ch. 03 She giggled and ended the call. Switching the phone off, she carefully pulled it part again. Then leaned forward her breasts within striking distance. I lunged she giggled and sat back, I grasped air and she began to pump my cock with her pussy. I gasped she giggled then we set about some serious sex. It was quick, dirty and noisy, I spumed a massive load into her cavern as she rocked her clit across my groin and she climaxed on me. "Mmm, that was nice, Gill said to finish what we were doing before getting to the office." She grinned, "So I did, enjoy that?" "Oh yes, very much, minx." "But you love me." "I adore you, you know that." "Good, you're hired." "Minx." "But cute too." She giggled and brought her hands to her face, covering her breasts with her arms. I loved this woman, so very much, I could no longer imagine a life without her. I felt a strange tension in my throat, I was suppressing a sob, I.. I was going to cry. I let it go, all the tension all the worry, everything. Jess looked at me in horror, leaning down she hugged me, tears in her eyes. "Dave what is it, what's wrong, please don't cry." "God I love you so much Jess, I can't deal with the thought of being without you, I just can't." I blubbered. "Silly boy, you won't have to, I'll always be with you, I promise." Slowly I managed to get a grip and pull myself together. I winced as Jess pulled off of me and saw her flinch as our muscles objected to the separation. A quarter hour later, we left, explaining that we couldn't sleep due to the aircraft noise. The owner was nonplussed and explained the no refund policy, we said it wasn't a problem and left. We made our way out to the office where Gill, her husband Jerry and the ACC were quartered. They welcomed us in and gave us an update. However it had happened the opposition had got wind of the strength of our investigation and the gathering evidence and had organised a series of raids designed to disrupt the investigation. It was a huge gamble and might have paid off, if they had captured Gill or us. Gill had contacted the ACC and with a few senior commanders had planned a strategy to neutralise the effects of the raids. With Intelligence Services co-operation, Paddington Green had a visit from senior Police Officers and Security Service Personnel. The Custody Sergeant had co-operated immediately and our guys were released, with the officers who had taken them, replacing them in the cells. In tandem contacts in Thames Valley Police had launched raids to detain many of the names on the mail list. By seven am we had a complete list of detainees and had managed to discover what had and hadn't been compromised. Duped Officers were apprised of the situation and were told to stand down, each would be debriefed later. The first calls from solicitors were arriving, although at present citing National Security reasons, those held were all denied access to them. At nine the Commissioner appeared with the Home Secretary, who was charm itself. Pats on the back, promises of promotion were proffered, but we knew the reality would be different. Eventually we were left to get on with piecing the threads together and fulfilling our job specification. As suspected a few of the senior suspects opted for early retirement, some on ill health grounds, others scrabbling to retain their pensions but all were willing to grass up their colleagues. The middle rankers would be either offered demotions to minor roles or be left to pursue other avenues of employment with a criminal conviction. The lowest level were offered resignation rather than dismissal, references would be bland and spare. A series of raids on the known crime-lords involved netted a few prison heavy prison sentences, although a couple obtained bail and disappeared, leaving their families high and dry and financially ruined. We broke out the beer the day the last sentence was passed and the clear up was complete. We knew we had probably missed a few, but they were very minor and were isolated, the ongoing investigations would weed them out eventually. Gill, Jerry, Jess and I went on an extended holiday, to the Italian Lakes, and that was an experience. Maybe one day I'll write it all up and tell that story too. Meanwhile Jess and I moved from my flat to a new three bedroomed house about forty miles west of London. We have lovely neighbours who assume we are husband and wife, and we don't disagree with that. They have wonderful kids and we sometimes babysit, that's when I sometimes see a wistful look in Jess's eye, but we have no plans for a family. At least I don't think we do!