Saturday Overtime

As is often the case with such things, it started with an innocent remark made as part of a normal conversation. Pat and Jackie were having their lunch break in the little coffee shop around the corner from the engineering company where they both worked. They were sitting in a booth by the front window eating chicken sandwiches and watching the passersby. Pat put down her coffee cup and sighed. "I can't wait to go on that filing course next month. It will be great to have a few evenings of peace and quiet in my hotel room. Dad always has the TV on too loud, Mum wants to talk about her day and my young brother is becoming a real nosy little urchin. What is more, I'm pretty certain he and his cousin spy on me sometimes, it really gives me the creeps". "I know what you mean" agreed Jackie. "No peace, there's always someone wanting to use the bathroom when you have just settled down in a nice deep bath and if you bring a boyfriend home you hardly have any time alone together with everyone else wanting his attention. My sister is now at the age where she is asking questions about kissing boys etc. and she keeps stealing my underwear and trying it on. Makes me want to scream sometimes". Pat leaned closer, "what I REALLY hate is when you get home from a date and you are feeling all, well....." she blushed and then giggled, "you know, tingly, but there is nowhere private you can just relax and remember the evening". Jackie started to say something but then obviously thought better of it and instead took another sip of coffee. Pat looked her in the eye. "You do sometimes feel like that too don't you?" Jackie smiled, "yes of course I do, especially after a Friday night at the dance hall. Some of those boys are a bit of a handful after a couple of drinks". Pat took a bite of her sandwich, wondering just how much she could ask. Jackie had always been the more mature of the two and she really needed to confide in someone. Finally managing to swallow she whispered "can I ask you a personal question?" Jackie sensed that this was important so she turned and looked at her friend. "Of course you may, just say what is on your mind." Pat thought for a moment. "When you get home from a dance or a night out with a boy and you are feeling, well, you know", she fumbled, "sexy, what do you do about it?" Jackie thought for a moment. "I don't normally do anything, it's just nice to lay in bed and think about what happened. Sometimes I want to touch myself but I never feel comfortable doing that at home and there's always the chance that my sister will suddenly walk in to ask about the boys." Pat nodded. "Well that's my problem too and I don't see any way out of it." Jackie smiled. "Oh I have a way out of it all right." Pat looked at her intently. "Well?" Jackie looked around to make sure they could not be overheard. She leaned closer. "You have to promise that you won't EVER say anything about this to ANYONE." Pat bit her lip, she was all ears. "I promise" she whispered. Jackie took a deep breath. You know that sometimes I go into work on a Saturday morning to catch up on filing. Well, that's not all I catch up on. Pat's hand went to her mouth, she could feel her cheeks reddening. "You mean you do it at work? But how, aren't there other people there?" Jackie relaxed, it was out now, and all she had to do was fill in the details. "I wait until lunchtime when everyone has gone and only the cleaners are finishing downstairs then I go to the ladies room on the top floor. Its very exciting being at work and I can take as long as I like because they don't lock up until about 2.30." Pat was shaking her head. "I don't think I would have the nerve to do that and anyway it can't be very comfortable having to be dressed in work clothes." Jackie smiled. "You would be surprised and anyway, who said anything about being dressed?" Pat let out a muffled shriek. "You are not, you cannot, be serious. You expect me to believe you walk around at work naked?" Jackie grinned at the shocked look on Pat's face. "Well, not COMPLETELY naked" she laughed, "but not fully dressed either." Pat glanced at her watch, "Oh lord we will be late back, but there is so much more I want to ask you. You're not making all this up just to tease me are you?" Jackie put her hand on Pat's arm. "We will come back here after work and I'll tell you all about it ok? I'm sure you'll have more questions by then." They paid the bill and walked the short distance back to work each of them in their own thoughts .. 2. The afternoon was unlike any other Pat had experienced. She found herself quite unable to concentrate on her work and made mistake after mistake. She kept looking around, trying to imagine what the office would be like without the constant clatter of typewriters and the buzz of conversation from the typists as they discussed their plans for the coming weekend. At least she would get out early as it was Friday but the clock seemed to have stood still. Her daydreaming was brought to an abrupt halt by the supervisor who dropped a heavy file on her desk and asked her to take it up to the departmental managers office on the top floor. She grabbed the file and headed for the stairwell, she hated lifts and anyway walking up four flights of stairs would take more time off the clock. Reaching the top floor she stepped out into the corridor and there before her was the ladies room. Without hesitation she opened the door and entered. The room was much better appointed than the one on her floor. There was a vase of flowers by the hand basin and the fittings were all highly polished brass. A large mirror covered the entire wall and the stalls were finished in a rich polished wood. Pat imagined a half-naked Jackie standing before the mirror admiring her reflection. Suddenly the door opened and Miss Clarke the Managing Directors personal secretary walked in. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Pat but then smiled and said "are you lost my dear?" Pat explained that she was bringing a file up for Mr. Walsh and that she just wanted to adjust her hair before going to his office. Miss Clarke smiled again. "Is that the file he's waiting for?" She nodded towards the buff folder on the counter top. "Yes" stammered Pat. "Then just leave it there and I'll drop it by his office on my way past, will that help?" Pat nodded, "yes thank you that would be super." She managed a weak smile and turned to go. As she did so she saw Miss Clarke reflected in the mirror, the woman was half turned away and had pulled the hem of her skirt up. The top of her black nylons was visible as she adjusted a suspender. The deep black of the welt contrasted shockingly with the white skin of her thigh and Pat had to suppress a gasp as she watched her run her hand all the way up the back of her leg, checking the straightness of the seam. Suddenly she realized Miss Clarke was watching her in the mirror. Holding her gaze, Miss Clarke turned to face it and slowly and deliberately raised the hem of her skirt until the top of her stockings and her black silk French knickers were visible. "What do you think?" she asked. "It always makes me feel so naughty wearing these to the office." Pat tried to speak but no words came out. Finally she managed a "very pretty" and almost ran for the door. As it closed behind her she thought she heard a sigh. She regained her desk and was glad to see that there were only five minutes to go before the end of the work day. As she tidied up Jackie entered the office and walked over to her. Soon the buzzer sounded and they made their way to the exit joining the short queue of staff clocking out. They headed off to the cafe and were soon ensconced in a booth towards the rear. Elvis was crooning 'Are You Lonesome Tonight?' on the jukebox and a group of teenagers were making a racket up at the counter. The two girls sipped their espressos in silence until Pat couldn't bear it any longer and carefully placed the tiny cup on its saucer. "Ok, confession time, and don't leave anything out. Oh and by the way, the top floor ladies room is a lot nicer than I expected." Jackie laughed, "been scouting out the territory have you?" Pat nodded and then added "and you wouldn't believe what I saw." "What. What did you see?" demanded Jackie but Pat shook her head. "Oh no, you spill the beans first, THEN, maybe, Ill tell you." Jackie pulled a mock frown but couldn't stop herself from giggling "ok, if you insist but I don't really know where to start." Pat thought for a moment. "The first time you went in on a Saturday morning, was it because you wanted some time to yourself?" Jackie thought for a moment. "No, I did actually have to go in for work. I had made a total mess of some drawing indexes and knew they would be needed first thing Monday morning so I took it upon myself to go in and straighten it all out." She took a breath and settled herself more comfortably. "The work revision didn't take as long as I thought it would and by about 11.30 I had it done. I then collated the index cards in their boxes and took the lift up to the top floor so I could leave them in the conference room for the planning meeting on Monday morning. It was very strange being up there with no-one around and to be honest it made me feel a little nervous. Anyway, I dropped the boxes off and was returning to the lift when I noticed that Mr. Walsh's office door was open. As you know, I've always had a bit of a crush on him so I took a chance and entered. You could tell it was a mans office, not particularly tidy but well organized and functional. I just looked around and then turned to leave when I noticed his cardigan hanging on a hook on the back of the door. It smelled of him Pat, of that aftershave he wears, what's it called? Brut? Anyway, I just stood there like an idiot with my face buried in the wool, imagining he was there with me. After a few minutes I realised how silly that was and headed back to the lift but before I reached it I saw the ladies room and thought I'd go in there to freshen up." "I couldn't get the thought of Mr. Walsh out of my head. I imagined him suddenly walking into the bathroom and pinning me against the counter, kissing my neck and tearing at my blouse, you know, all those helpless damsel in distress fantasies. Suddenly I realised where I was and that the building was quiet and almost empty. The temptation to have a bit of fun was just too great and so I did, right there in the top floor ladies room". Jackie paused and took a sip of her now cold coffee. "I know it sounds awfully crude now, but it was fab at the time." She looked up to see if Pat was disgusted with her and was relieved when Pat smiled and said "I bet it was wonderful being in that place all on your own, were you worried about being caught?" "A bit I suppose but hardly anyone ever uses the stairs and I would have heard the lift coming. At one point I did wonder if any of the directors were in their office but they are all men so I thought I was pretty safe anyway being in the ladies room." "Will you tell me what you did? It all sounds so naughty and exciting. I don't think I would have been brave enough." Pat looked at her hands. "Please don't think I'm kinky, its just that I try to imagine doing things like that but I don't seem to be able to picture it. Of course if its too personal I understand." Jackie laughed. "I don't care if you're kinky, its nice to be able to talk about this stuff and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share it with." She stopped for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "I suppose it was the smell of his aftershave that started it. Suddenly all I could think about was him taking me. I'm sure in real life it would be horrible to have some man force himself on you but when you are day dreaming it's different. I was standing there in front of that big mirror and suddenly my hands were on my breasts and I was caressing myself. I was watching myself, trying to picture his hands there and then I undid my blouse and took it off. I dropped it on the floor imagining him dragging it off me, his big strong hands all over me and then I slid my bra straps of my shoulders so I could pull my bra down a little. I love playing with my nipples (I like boys to do that too) and before long I could feel myself getting more and more aroused." She looked up to see if Pat was shocked at her frankness but saw instead that she was wide eyed, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed. She looked in fact, like she was very aroused. Jackie continued. "I leaned forward over the counter so my breasts slipped free and it was then that I realised the edge of the counter was exactly the right height to push against." She stopped again, suddenly embarrassed by her frankness but Pat quickly whispered "Go on, don't stop now, this is so exciting." "So I pulled my skirt up around my waist, leaned forward against the edge of the counter and just kept pushing against it until I felt my release coming. It was amazing watching myself in the mirror and such a thrill knowing that anyone could walk in and find me. Of course as soon as I had finished I was suddenly really scared that someone had seen me go in there and not come out for ages so I quickly dressed and tidied myself up before rushing to the lift and going home. But even so it was a very exciting time for me and I thought about it all weekend. So now you can call me a tart and I wouldn't argue with you." Pat sat back and studied her friend. "Well, you are full of surprises I must say. Have you been back again many times?" Jackie laughed. "More times than I care to admit but not always to the top floor ladies. Its just so nice having the run of the place and knowing, or at least hoping, you wont be disturbed." Pat thought for a moment and then took the plunge. "Next time you go in at the weekend, can I come with you? It sounds very exciting, just what I need right now even if I don't actually do anything. Simply being in that big empty building would be quite a thrill." "Got any plans for tomorrow?" Said Jackie. She watched as Pat took off her glasses and carefully cleaned them with a serviette. She seemed to make a decision. She put the glasses back on and looked up at Jackie. "No, no plans at all, what time do you want me to be there?" "How about eleven here and then we can walk down together. It should be Sid on the gate and he knows I often work on a Saturday." 3. Later that night Pat lay in bed listening to her parents playing cards with their friends downstairs. She could no more sleep than fly in the air and she was totally unable to find a comfortable spot. Her mind kept going back to Jackie's description of her time in the bathroom. She tried to picture her there and wondered if Miss Clarke also used the counter edge for the same purpose. Then she recalled the sight of Miss Clark lifting her skirt and she became even more irritable. She finally drifted off to a fitful sleep with images of skirts and black stockings and strong male hands blending together in one deep sense of longing. Jackie spent the evening deciding what to wear the next day and settled on tan stockings, black semitransparent panties and bra and a rather racy red suspender belt. Over these she chose a wool two piece, the jacket of which buttoned fairly high and she knew she could get away with not wearing a blouse under it. Two inch heeled mules completed the outfit and she hung it ready on her wardrobe door. Unlike Pat, she was asleep in minutes and even the noisy return of her Dad after closing time didn't disturb her. Saturday morning was dreary and cold and Pat appreciated the chance to take a nice relaxing bath while her Mum and Dad went shopping. She took her time deciding what to wear and finally went for a pleated skirt in navy blue and light blue blouse with black underwear and stockings and black patent court shoes with wickedly spiked high heels. She wanted to feel sexy and businesslike however at the last minute she caved in and added a cardigan because it was so miserable out. At 10.30 she was waiting for a bus to take her the mile or so across town. She felt excited and nervous and incredibly alive. Even the lousy weather couldn't stop her from smiling at everyone and she appreciated the looks she got from some of the lads on the bus. They arrived at the cafe within minutes of each other and without further ceremony Jackie took Pat's arm and they walked the short distance to the offices. When they got to the gate Jackie casually asked the security man if there were many people working and was relieved to hear that there was only a couple of people in the drawing office and the cleaners of course. He then let them in with a good natured wolf whistle and suddenly they were inside the familiar yet strangely quiet building. "Let's go up to your office and get rid of these coats first" suggested Jackie. Pat looked around nervously. "Are you sure we wont get into trouble for being here?" Jackie was reassuring. "Really, it's ok. I often see people here on Saturdays but they are usually all gone by twelve. We just need to look busy for a while and then, when they have gone, we can go exploring." They walked up the two flights of stairs to Pats workplace without meeting anyone and when they got there it was obvious that the cleaners had already done their job and had moved on. Jackie undid her raincoat and slipped it from her shoulders, she hung it on the coat rack by the door and helped Pat out of her mac. Jackie felt that familiar tingle of excitement and it must have communicated itself to Pat who was suddenly aware of the goose bumps on her arms. She rubbed them briskly pretending she was chilly but Jackie knew exactly what she was feeling. She smiled at Pat and said "come on, we have to do SOME work otherwise people will wonder." They grabbed some files and proceeded to sort them into their correct piles but while they worked Jackie kept a watchful eye on the gate, not just to see when their co-workers left but also to check that no one else arrived. Finally, just before noon the two draughtsmen left and she knew it was just her and Pat from the second right up to the top floor. She put down the file she was holding and waited for Pat to finish. Pat suddenly realised it had gone quiet in the room and looked up expectantly. "Ok" said Jackie, "ready for some fun?" Pat nodded, not trusting her voice and she followed Jackie out of the room. Jackie led her to the lifts and pressed the call button. "Might as well start with familiar territory" she suggested and when they had both stepped into the lift she pressed the button for the top floor. Seconds later a discrete chime told them they had arrived and they stepped out into the carpeted hall of the directors suite. Pat noticed that it was much warmer on this floor and she took in the subdued lights, paintings of former MDs lining the walls and all the other trappings of wealth and power. She expected Jackie to head for the ladies room but instead she walked further down the corridor and stopped at an unmarked door near the end. She looked at Pat, "Ken Walsh's office" she whispered and knocked loudly making Pat jump. There was no reply and she cautiously tried the handle. The door opened noiselessly and the two girls stepped inside. Jackie pushed the door too but didn't close it completely and then smiled as she caught sight of the cardigan hanging in its usual place. She took it from the hook and pressed it to her face. "Oh he smells heavenly" she exclaimed and held it out for Pat who sniffed it in a cursory manner but who seemed much more taken with the huge oak desk with the deep red leather inlay. She ran her fingers over it and giggled. "What?" said Jackie. "I was just wondering if he has, well, done it on here. Do you think he ever has a woman up here?" "Wouldn't that be something" agreed Jackie. "To have him hold me down on that desk and have his way with me." She looked directly at Pat. "I want to do something, if you find it embarrassing just say so." She walked over to the desk and sat back on the edge. Putting down the cardigan she reached for the big buttons of her suit jacket and undid them. The jacket fell open exposing her bra and she picked his cardigan back up and held it to her skin. Closing her eyes she just stood there for a moment. Pat stepped back and sat on a second chair in the corner. With elbows on knees she leaned forward and watched intently. "He has me trapped against his desk and has undone my top." Jackie whispered, "I know this is so wrong and that I should tell him to stop but deep down I don't want him to and what is worse, he knows it. Now his hands are on my waist and I can feel him pulling my skirt up. I feel so helpless, like I have no will and I know he is going to take me right here on his desk unless I do something to stop him but how can I stop him when I want it so much?" Jackie pulled the front of her skirt up. Her stocking tops came into view and then the black vee of her panties. She moved her feet wide apart and with straight legs leaned back over the desk. The jacket fell open and her bra clad breasts thrust upward. She trailed the cardigan over them and then down her body to the space between her legs. Slowly she rubbed it up and between her thighs, the friction pulling her panties tight against sex. She held it there feeling the soft wool caress her inner thigh and shuddered at the thought of him touching her like that. Pat found herself joining in the fantasy. "With one hand he pins you to the desk while he undoes his fly with the other. Too desperate to undress you fully his fingers find the gusset of your panties and pulls it aside. His big hard cock pushes against you and you spread yourself wide for him not wanting to wait any longer." Jackie sat up and looked at her friend. "So now you have some idea of why I like to come here at the weekend." She looked over at Pat hoping she hadn't gone too far and was relieved to see her smiling. Pat's face was flushed and her eyes shone with excitement. "Oh my, that was just so intense. Why did you stop?" Jackie stood up and straightened her skirt. She walked over to the door and put the cardigan back on its hook. Turning to Pat she said "well, I wasn't sure if you were comfortable being present and anyway we have lots more to see yet. No point in taking it too quickly." She opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. Pat noticed that she had left her jacket undone. Not wanting to appear prudish she said "wait a sec" and as Jackie watched from the doorway she took her own cardigan off and then her blouse. She folded the blouse neatly and put it in her handbag. She slipped the cardigan back on but left the top two buttons undone. Her bra was just visible. There she said, "now we are equal." Jackie smiled. "Well, you are full of surprises. Any suggestions as to where to go next?" "As a matter of fact, yes" replied Pat. "Do you know which office is Miss Clarke's ?" Jackie raised an inquisitive eyebrow but didn't make any comment, merely turned and walked further down the dimly lit hall to a door offset from the double doors at the end which Pat guessed gave access to the boardroom. Jackie opened the door and turned to Pat. "I've never been in this room, but I know its her office. We are sailing into the unknown from now on." Pat walked past her and looked around. There was no window so the room was in darkness until she found a small cluster of light switches just inside the door. She flipped a couple on and two large table lamps either side of a leather sofa bathed the room in a warm soft light. Across from the sofa Miss Clarke's desk was every bit as imposing as Mr. Walsh's but her chair was much more luxurious. Deeply quilted, its red velvet upholstery drew her to it and without thinking she sat in it. Closing her eyes, she imagined Miss Clarke with her skirt up around her thighs sitting back and watching Mr. Walsh take his clothes off. "What ARE you thinking about?" Jackie's voice startled her and she sat up quickly. "There is something I have to tell you about Miss Clarke. When I met her in the ladies room the other day she acted a bit strange." "Really? In what way?" Jackie loved to hear a bit of gossip especially if it concerned one of her superiors. "It's hard to describe. I got the feeling she was trying to make a pass at me." Pat hesitated, "She was straightening her stockings and when she saw I was looking she lifted her skirt up so I could see her panties. I mean, it wasn't accidental, she asked me if I liked them." "And did you? Did you say anything? Did she do anything else?" Jackie waited expectantly. "They were black silk French knickers and yes they were lovely. They probably cost as much as I take home each week. They just seemed to be a bit of an odd garment to wear to the office. I told her they were pretty and got out of there as quickly as possible." Jackie laughed. "I have heard a few rumours about her so it doesn't surprise me. I know she really is a Miss and has never married." Jackie sat on the sofa. "Show me what she did. Show me what you are wearing." There was an edge to her voice. Pat knew she would cross some line if she did as Jackie asked. Pat stood and walked to the centre of the room. She turned away from Jackie and stood with her feet apart. Bending over she reached down to her ankle. Slowly, she ran her hand up the back of her leg until it met the hem of her skirt and then, gathering the pleats as she went, she raised the skirt until the bare flesh of her thigh was visible. She heard a gasp behind her but didn't look back. She adjusted the rear suspender and then repeated the entire movement on her other leg. Holding her skirt up around her waist she slowly turned to face Jackie. She looked up to see Jackie staring at her black panties and felt herself getting damp between her legs. Jackie looked up. "Lets go to the ladies room, right now." "Yes" agreed Pat. Jackie stopped at the doorway. "Just one thing" she said. "What?" Asked Pat. "Bras off first." Jackie smiled at her. "Do you dare?" Pat put down her handbag and slowly undid her cardigan. She handed it to Jackie and held her gaze as she reached behind her back and undid the hook. The cups fell free from her breasts and she shook the straps from her shoulders. She folded the bra and put it in her bag. Then she reached for the cardigan and looked away knowing that Jackie would now be watching her breasts move as she dressed. The thought brought her nipples erect. She didn't mind. Leaving the cardigan undone she stepped into the hallway. "Now you" she whispered. Jackie hung her bag on the door handle and casually shrugged the jacket from her shoulders. She let it drop to the floor and without turning away she slid her bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the whole thing down to her waist. She slid the bra around until the fastening was in front and then unhooked it and slipped it off. She reached over and shoved the bra into her bag and then bent to pick up the jacket. Pat could feel her heart beating faster as she watched Jackie's breasts fill with the movement. Jackie picked up the jacket and to Pats surprise, instead of putting it back on she simply threaded it through the handles of the bag. Jackie smiled. "The wool is scratchy on my nipples and though it feels very nice it gets me too close too soon if you know what I mean." She turned and walked down the corridor towards the ladies room. Pat followed, her eyes on Jackie's smooth back and swaying hips. She imagined standing behind her and reaching round to hold her breasts in her hands. She felt herself becoming wet. Jackie opened the door to the ladies bathroom and turned to hold it for Pat to enter. Pats arm brushed across her nipples as she walked past and Jackie shuddered at the contact. The two girls put their bags on the counter top and watched each other in the mirror. "Is this where you always end up?" asked Pat. Jackie nodded, "usually. It feels so safe and private after being out there in the offices and it's usually warmer in here than out there. Also, it would be very unlikely for a man to just walk in here so for me, it's just about perfect." Pat ran her hand along the edge of the counter. It was curved and smooth and, she noted, exactly the right height to push against. Jackie watched her and knew exactly what she was thinking. "Yes", she whispered, that's another reason I like this room." Pat looked around and noticed a chair in the corner. She walked over and sat in it. She fiddled with her glasses for a moment and then put them back on. Her voice sounded a little strained as she looked over at Jackie. "So what now?" Smiling, Jackie reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to the ground and shoved it away with her foot. Turning back towards the mirror she placed her hands flat on the counter and slightly lifted herself forward. Her pubic bone was pressed against the edge. She parted her feet slightly until she had the height just right and then began to move up and down against the hard curved top. "This feels so good, specially if I am wearing satin panties." She watched Pat's reaction in the mirror for a moment but it felt so good that she closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping a steady rhythm. When next she looked her heart skipped a beat, Pat was stretched back in the chair, her legs apart and her skirt up around her thighs. Her hand was between her legs and she was slowly caressing herself. Jackie continued to watch her and quietly said "why don't you get rid of that skirt and join me up here." Without looking at her, Pat stood up and slipped her skirt and cardigan off. She walked over and stood next to Jackie. She copied Jackie's pose and gasped as her mound made contact with the counter top. Her panties were soaked and the slippery feeling of them against her sex was incredible. The two girls watched each other in the mirror and slowly ground against the edge. Jackie noticed that Pat's nipples were hard little bullets and she looked down at her own breasts, knowing that hers were erect too. She imagined feeling Pat's nipples touching hers and the thought made her even more aroused. Pat was making little sounds now, obviously getting close to her release and Jackie turned her head to look directly at her. "How are you doing?" she whispered. "I'm going to orgasm soon" cried Pat, her eyes closed and her tongue ran across her lips. Jackie couldn't resist it any longer and leaning over she kissed Pat softly on the lips. Pat didn't pull away. "Oh God yes, do it again please" she sighed and once more Jackie kissed her. Pat kissed back and pushed harder against the counter. "Are you close too?" "Watch" said Jackie and when Pat opened her eyes and looked at her friend it was to see Jackie leaning against the counter using her feet to raise and lower herself while she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. The sight was enough to trigger Pat's orgasm and with a few rapid movements she came, crying out and collapsing onto the counter. Her breasts pressed against the cold shiny surface and she shuddered as intense waves of pleasure washed though her body. Jackie came too, jerking against the counter top, the front of her panties wet and transparent. She stepped back and thrust a hand down the front of them, rubbing hard and fast, her legs spread wide and her knees flexing as she explored within herself. She shuddered again as a second orgasm ripped through her. She turned so her back was to the counter and leaned back against it. Her hand was still in her panties and she softly caressed herself. "Was it as good as you imagined?" she asked. Pat stepped in front of her and leaned forward. Their breasts touched. "Even better than I thought when you kissed me" she whispered and taking Jackie's face in her hands she kissed her long and slow, forcing Jackie's lips apart with her tongue. Jackie's arms went round Pats waist and she pulled her hard against her. She broke from the kiss and ran the rip of her tongue down Pats throat and kissed her way across her neck and shoulders. "I've wanted to do that for a long time" she said. She bent her head and kissed Pats breasts. "That too" she murmured and sighed when Pat reached down and held her head there. Slowly, the girls recovered their composure, both a little embarrassed by what had just happened until Jackie let out a little giggle and said, "well, that was different." "And wonderful" replied Pat. Jackie took a comb from her purse and turned to the mirror. She took a few moments to straighten her hair, conscious of the fact that Pat was watching her every move. She returned the comb to her bag and stepped back so she could see to straighten her stockings. She turned to Pat. "Do you want to talk about what we just did?" she asked. "Yes" replied Pat. "But first, I need the toilet and then I need a strong cup of coffee." Jackie nodded. "Well, the first part is easy enough" she nodded towards a cubicle, "and I happen to know that there is a kettle and a jar of Nescafe in the plans office downstairs." Pat stepped into the cubicle and went to close the door but Jackie said "no, leave it open, I want to see." Jackie stood in the doorway and watched as Pat reached under her suspender belt and pulled her panties down as far as her stocking tops. She sat down and despite the embarrassment of being watched, managed to go. Not looking at Jackie, she wiped herself dry and stood to pull up her panties. "Oh Lord" she exclaimed, "they are so wet." She sat back down and used some toilet paper to dry them off. Jackie said "pass me some paper will you, I need to do that too." Pat handed her some paper and felt her heart skip a beat as she watched Jackie pull down the front of her panties and wipe herself. Her pubic hair was smooth and blonde, totally the opposite of Pats black curls, she had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it but didn't. She stood once more and Jackie stepped aside to let her pass. Pat was feeling bolder now. She slipped her cardigan on over her bare breasts and gathered up her skirt and handbag. She turned to Jackie. "New rules. We have to remain dressed like this, we have to use the stairs, and the last one down to the plans office is a sissy." With that she let out a loud shriek and ran out of the bathroom. Jackie grabbed her comb, skirt and bag and raced after her. The two girls clattered down the stairwell, laughing and giggling, the excitement, cold air and movement making their nipples hard and extremely sensitive. When they reached the lower landing, Pat stopped and turned, allowing Jackie to catch up. She reached out and took her in her arms, she could feel Jackie's breasts against her own. She kissed her softly. "Thank you for showing me this" she whispered. Jackie returned the kiss "I wouldn't do it with anyone else" she replied. Jackie cracked the door from the stairwell to the offices open and made sure there was no one around before the two of them quickly made their way to the Plans office where they dumped their bags before filling the kettle and setting up cups for coffee. Soon they each had a cup of hot coffee and they could finally talk about their adventure. Pat stood sipping her coffee, unaware of the effect her semi nakedness was having on Jackie. Her open cardigan did little to conceal her nudity yet she did nothing to cover herself up so Jackie didn't bother to dress either. She pulled up one of the high stools the draughtsmen used and straddled it, the red suspender belt tight against her thighs. Her breasts were still bare and when she leaned forward to rest her arms on the chair back her nipples brushed them and sent shivers down her spine. She noticed Pat stealing glances at the taut fabric covering her sex but made no comment, merely spread her thighs wider so Pat had a clearer view. There was a tension in the air which the coffee couldn't dispel and both girls knew their adventure wasn't finished yet.