Midnight Confessions

Eye's across the conference Table

Sarah was at the end of the conference table, tapping away on her laptop, attempting to ignore the gnawing exhaustion in her belly.

She was the youngest in the office, barely 28, and determined to work late to impress the head of the department. But something was different tonight. Lisa, the 38-year-old department head with her stylish suits and piercing eyes, kept casting looks her way. Sarah felt it again now, Lisa's gaze boring into her, dark and piercing, like she was reading more than just the quarterly report.

Sarah adjusted in her seat, her pencil skirt inching up her legs. She uncrossed her legs, her neck flushing.

Lisa didn't avert her gaze; instead, she gave Sarah the slightest smirk and returned her attention to the computer, screaming at the others. 'Get that done tight. We have to get it out by dawn.' Her voice was silky, commanding, and Sarah felt a chill that wasn't from the AC. Sarah's imagination went wild, wondering what he saw in her - the bulge of her breasts through her blouse, her hair cascading down from where she had tied it up. She tried to concentrate on her work, but the looks continued, more intense, her p***y starting to pulse slightly through her skirt.

At 2 a.m., the work was done, and the office emptied with groans and goodbyes. Sarah was gathering her things, her muscles protesting from the chair, when Lisa spoke. 'Sarah, can I have a word in my office? We should celebrate finishing it up.' Sarah's heart skipped. Celebrate? With Lisa? She nodded, and followed the older woman down the dimly lit corridor to the executive lounge off Lisa's office. The lounge was opulent - leather sofas, a mini-bar with bottles that caught the light from the recessed lighting. No one in there, just the lingering smell of coffee from this morning.

Lisa mixed two whiskeys, passed one to Sarah with fingers lingering on her hand. 'You did good tonight. Little go-getter, aren't you?' She plonked down on the couch, patting the cushion beside her. Sarah sat, too close, her knees nearly touching Lisa's. Whiskey warmed her, burning down her throat. Lisa's strength was intoxicating - her muscled forearms showing through her cuffed sleeves, how her blouse wrapped around her breasts. They started with the work, Lisa complimenting Sarah's work, but her gaze strayed, lingering on Sarah's lips, her neck. Sarah felt bare, her n*****s growing taut through her bra, her p***y wet.

'I've been watching you,' Lisa said, her voice growing husky, placing her glass on the table. She moved closer, the distance between them closing. Sarah inhaled, her body tense as Lisa's fingers grazed her thigh, just above her knee. 'Those meetings… you get all jiggly when I look at you. Like you want something.' Sarah gulped, her p***y tightening. She was young, naïve with women, but she was curious. 'I… I don't understand,' she murmured, but her voice was husky with desire.

Lisa's laugh was low, predatory. She moved closer, her lips meeting Sarah's in a tentative kiss. Sarah gasped, and her lips parted. Lisa's tongue found its way in, whiskey and domination on the tongue, and the kiss became intoxicating. Hands roamed - Lisa's fingers up Sarah's arm, then to her face, tilting it. Sarah's body reacted instinctively, moving closer, her own hands tentatively reaching for Lisa's waist. The kiss ended with a smack, Lisa pulling away to say, 'Good girl. That's what I thought.'

Nerves were fraught as Lisa's hand crept up Sarah's thigh, gathering the skirt. Sarah's pulse raced, her juicy p***y throbbing. 'Manager… Lisa, we can't…' But her objection was feeble and she spread her legs on the couch. Lisa's eyes gleamed with hunger. 'Shouldn't? Your p***y's saying yes. Open up for me.' Sarah did as she was told, her skirt riding up, her panties wet.

'f**k, you're already soaking wet,' Lisa growled, her middle finger rubbing Sarah's c**t. Sarah whimpered, her hips thrusting. Lisa inserted two fingers in her small p***y, stretching her, making her whinge. 'So tight, like you've been waiting for this. My keen little worker.' She started slow, curling her fingers, to reach that sweet spot inside, her thumb circling Sarah's c**t. Sarah's hands clutched the couch, panting. 'Oh god, Lisa… yes, right there.' The fingers continued to stimulate, Lisa's rhythm increasing, her other hand plucking Sarah's n****e through her blouse. The lounge was filled with wet noises, Sarah's cunt gripping the intruding fingers.

Lisa's authority drove it - commands in her ear. 'Come for me, Sarah. Make my hand wet, the horny slut.' Lisa f****d Sarah's p***y with her fingers, causing it to contract, her juices soaking Lisa's hand, Sarah screaming, convulsing. 'f**k! Lisa, I'm cumming!' Thick spasms of bliss tore through her body, leaving her quaking and gasping.

But Sarah wasn't done. 'My turn,' she said, voice husky. Lisa grinned, opening her legs on the couch, lifting her skirt to show black lace panties pushed to the side, her p***y wet and bare. Sarah dropped to her knees, breathing in the heady scent, licking her lips. She dipped her head, licking Lisa's wet folds.

Lisa moaned, her hands pulling Sarah's hair. 'That's right, eat my p***y. Lick it good.' Sarah licked hungrily, her tongue flicking the wet slit, the stiff c**t. Lisa lifted her hips, f*****g Sarah's mouth, and Sarah sucked stronger, the taste sweet and sour. 'f**k, stick your fingers in,' Lisa demanded, and Sarah thrust two fingers into the p***y, f*****g her, while sucking on the c**t. Lisa's moans grew louder, body tensing. 'Yes, f**k, just like that - don't stop