RaStro FicS

Feelings Unknown (3)

"Rhian," the lawyer said to her assistant a few days later as she arrived, "pull all the files on the Henares account for me. I'm meeting with them at noon."

The brunette's heart skipped a beat or two, but she just nodded. "No problem." She followed her boss into the office, found the files, and left them on the desk.

The lawyer nodded. "Thanks." She is still unpacking her laptop and chugging her coffee, and the brunette headed back to her desk.

The morning proceeded as usual. The brunette answered a few calls, ordered Glaiza's lunch to be sent up after the meeting was over, all the normal things an administrative assistant does. Then, at about twenty minutes to noon, the brunette heard her boss hang up her phone, and she poked her head out the door.

"Hey, Rhian, call me when the clients get here, all right?"

"Sure," The brunette replied, watching the lawyer close her office door. Her heart accelerated about three times over. She had a dilemma here. She could keep trying to surprise her boss, but sooner or later, the lawyer was going to react badly to that. She could never mention it again, but she couldn't even bear to think of that. The lawyer was all she could think about.

The brunette knew that her boss wouldn't be...relaxing...until about five or ten minutes before the meeting. She figured she could take one shot...make some kind of indirect offer. If her...help...were unwelcome, then no doubt she'd still want to have given the brunette a definitive 'stop' at some point. This would give her an opportunity to do that, and then they could go back to being boss-employee. If it wasn't unwelcome...

The brunette rose from behind her desk, walked to the door, and considered knocking, but then just opened it, slipping inside and closing the door behind her before turning to her boss. The lawyer looked up in surprise. Well she hadn't been doing anything yet, apparently flipping through a few notes before the meeting. The brunette locked her eyes on those orbs, those beautiful big brown eyes and put everything on the line.

"Aren't you going to turn your chair to the side?" The brunette asked softly.

The lawyer stared at her assistant, her mouth open to speak, and she closed it slowly. "Rhian..."

The brunette stepped forward to her boss's desk, not breaking the eye contact. "Just turn your chair, Glaiza. Let me help."

The lawyer blinked, shaking her head slowly. "Rhian, look...I'm not..."

The brunette licked her lips, and her boss stopped talking. Her heart leapt again. "All you have to do," She said even more slowly, in a voice barely above a whisper, "is turn your chair. It's okay."

The lawyer stared back at the brunette, suddenly biting her lip in an uncharacteristic gesture of uncertainty. Rhian stepped around the edge of her boss's desk, and Glaiza's head turned to follow her. The brunette noticed that the collar of her boss's blouse was rising and falling a little rapidly. The rest of her turned to follow the brunette as she stepped closer, keeping her eyes on hers. It seemed that the brunette couldn't look away. The mix of emotions she saw in her boss's eyes confused, frightened, and intrigued her, but she just couldn't look away.

The brunette knelt down, and gently raised her boss's leg on to the desk, holding her gaze, leaning forward, waiting for the definitive sign. Finally, she got it. Glaiza watched the brunette expressionlessly for a long moment, and then slowly closed her eyes, leaning her head back. The brunette almost whimpered with excitement and relief, and slid closer between her boss's legs. The brunette reached up to grasp the band of her boss's panties, a set just like the lacy pair she once found under the same desk. She helped her boss lift her hips to slide them gently down, noting the tremble in her legs as she did so.

Rhian thought both of them were holding their breaths when her mouth settled on her boss again. The lawyer let out a long sigh, and the brunette could not help a soft moan. Her boss was very quiet as her tongue explored her all over again but she did not moan or whimper, but the brunette was able to read her boss's reactions from the little gasps and tiny sighs she gave. The brunette searched with relish and found with glee the spots that made the lawyer tremble, the spots that made her gasp, and the ones that made her draw in her breath as though to moan for more.

The brunette felt her boss shudder when her tongue slid inside her boss's velvety, slick pussy, and she settled her mouth fully, her lips teasing and caressing her boss's slit as her tongue delved deeper still, seeking the taste to which she was already hopelessly addicted. She started gently stroking her tongue in and out of the lawyer, letting it swirl against the opening each time she pushed it in, feeling the slick channel grip it each time she withdrew. Her lips slurped softly at her, coaxing more and more nectar onto her tongue. As her tongue thrust achingly in and out, she realized that she was gripping the arms of her boss's chair, almost hard enough to make her knuckles white. The lawyer's free leg, the one not raised onto her desk, was twitching slightly, her silky thigh brushing the brunette's cheek. The brunette couldn't help leaning her face into it a little, and digging her tongue even deeper to make that leg quiver.

The brunette was detecting now what she had hoped to hear, not just pleasure, but surprise. Surprise at some of what she was doing. She wanted to shake her head in dismay. This was a woman who badly needed to meet someone who really knew how to eat her and I would be happy to show her what one woman can do to another. Rhian thought.