The second part of co-workers at a cable network discovering their lesbian tendencies and taboo fantasies.
Budget cutbacks meant that the on-air talent needed to double up in hotels rooms when out of town on special assignments. Stephanie was silently thrilled when she was asked to work with Lynette out of town. It meant time one on one and maybe some sneaky peeks at Lynette’s beautiful dark brown body.
Stephanie had had some drunk fumblings with other girls, but not since college, more than 20 years ago. There was something about Lynette, her smile, her dazzlingly white perfect teeth, or was it her somewhat extra wide hips?
The assignment had been long and grueling and the two found themselves back in their room. Lynette quickly changed into sweats and got under the covers and started to softly snore. Stephanie found herself overtired and lay next to her friend in the king-sized bed, alone with her thoughts. She tried to slide her hand down the front of her pubis, but her mound would not respond despite the golden opportunity. Stephanie was a bit anxious, not knowing if she would tempt a sexual harassment complaint.
The next morning, Stephanie awoke and stretched to the sound of Lynette in the shower. “Hey,” Lynette’s voice called out, “Want to hop in and save some water?” Stephanie’s heart leapt; being no prude she enjoyed being nude. Still, she was a little nervous as she stepped in and tried to avert her gaze. Lynette smiled that million-dollar smile and said quietly, “It’s ok to look. If I can too.” Stephanie nodded. The two helped to wash each other back. Stephanie loved Lynette’s body, it was so toned and soft in all the right places, with a full-on bush. The deep hue of Lynette’s skin transfixed her, used to only lily-white pale skin herself.
As they were toweling off, Lynette broached the subject, “So, how long have you been into girls?” “Busted,” Stephanie admitted with a slight grin. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice my stares. But I’m totally straight.” “Oh, so am I,” Lynette said as she moved over to Stephanie, leaned down, and gave her blonde Amazonian co-worker a decidedly unchaste kiss. “It’s ok you can be whatever you want to be and do,” another kiss, this time longer, “whoever you want.”
Lynette took charge and the two were in the bed, wrapping and twisting and kissing without any real plan. They were in too much of a hurry to explore to stay in any one position for more than a few seconds. The first time was rushed, and they sat up in an embrace catching their breath. “I want to do more,” Stephanie finally said. “OK you gotta be real with me. Is this some jungle fever?” The two talked about race and sex. Stephanie admitted that the taboo aspect of an interracial tryst turbo charged her lust. Lynette was more open-minded and accepting. “You know, when you’re with another and it’s consensual you can think and do and say what you want. Is that what you want? To say out loud those really rude, racist things?” Stephanie was on a knife’s edge. Her pussy was sopping wet. “I do, but I don’t want to offend you,” she finally admitted. “Good. It’s good to be honest. And so do I. White girl. That lovely white skin is making me crazy. Say some dumb white girl shit for me.”
The two race played with each other and indulged and lingered over each other’s bodies, bringing each other to blissful heights. Human resources would have fired either of them on the spot. But the two straight co workers were discovering their deep passion for each other was transcending race.
To be continued …
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