Chapter 1.

 

It was one of those days where nothing ran smoothly. I overslept, the bus was late, and it started to rain on the short journey from the bus stop to the office. It was a relief to sit down at my desk and pick up where I left off the previous evening.

About an hour had passed when I looked up from my paperwork and spotted Ellie emerging from the tiny kitchen, attached to our office. She glanced around and then make a beeline for my enclosure. Seeing that she was carrying steaming mugs lifted my spirits, so I sat back and waited for her to arrive. The slim redhead placed a mug beside my keyboard and lifted her leg, so she could perch her butt on the corner of the desk.

"Coffee, Kid? Black with one sugar."

"Thanks for that Ellie. You've saved me from dying of boredom."

She nodded toward the pile of papers scattered over my desk. "How are you getting on with the report, Amber? Anything I can help you with?"

Ellie was referring to one section of a production report I was checking through for Toby Smith, one of our manager team. It was a tedious job, which would probably keep me busy for the rest of the day.

She shifted her position and crossed her legs, which distracted me for a moment. Ellie was an unashamed lesbian and because every other girl on our floor was as straight as a die, she constantly kept trying to flirt with me. Unfortunately, she knew that I had a fling with a girl while I was in the sixth form at the Catholic college I attended; and that I was still confused about my sexuality.

I disclosed some of the details of the short relationship to Ellie when I first started at Bower & Klein, not knowing about her sexual preferences. I especially enjoyed working with her though, for she had a great sense of humour and was always willing to lend me a hand. I didn't feel threatened by her overfamiliarity, because she was always cool and backed off before she went too far.

"Actually Ellie, It's going well. All the figures add up for a change..."

When she uncrossed her legs, my eyes flickered down to the space between her thighs, which was quite wide considering she was wearing a tight skirt. It was quite a common occurrence to catch the odd glimpse of a colleague's panties in an all-girl environment, but with Ellie, I knew her little show was intentional.

The bulging strip of pink fabric, between her upper thighs, denoting the reinforced gusset, gave way to a triangle of gauze, transparent enough to reveal her pudendal dimple. I lifted my eyes to hers and knew from her expression that she was revelling in my embarrassment.

"I wish my work was going so smoothly," she said ruefully. "Amber, I've got to go down to archives to fetch Ken the Manchester expenses files from 2012. Would you mind giving me a hand?"

My face felt hot, so I took a sip of coffee to break the embarrassing moment. "No problem. Do you want to do it now?"

I was a bit of a loner and didn't make friends easily, probably because I lack confidence among my peers; however, Ellie had gone out of her way to befriend me, for which I was extremely grateful. Her request wasn't out of the ordinary, for I was constantly back and forth to the basement after one old file, or another.

"Drink your coffee, there's no rush."

As I put the cup to my lips again, Ellie leant across the desk to grab the magazine, 'Young Woman', that I placed there earlier. She gave it to me the day before, saying there was a couple of good articles that were worth reading. For a few fleeting moments her body was stretched out right in front of my eyes, giving me the chance to eyeball her large breasts; which were fighting her crisp white blouse for dominance.

I glanced out into the office to see if my colleague's performance was being observed by any of the other girls nearby; but was relieved to see that they were all busy, heads bowed, hard at work. Ellie straightened up and began leafing through the mag, while I sipped my coffee and lowered my eyes once more to her thighs - or more accurately her panties.

Our department was on the 10^th floor of the Bower & Klein building, just off Oxford Street in the West End of London. At the far end of the office was a glass screen, behind which sat Toby Smith and Ken Carter, the managers of the whole floor. I was lucky to inherit a desk where I was able to look out across the room and see what was going on; and because the windows were behind me, I had lots of natural light to work in.

So, being a bright sunny day, the bright light highlighted what Ellie was wearing beneath her skirt - namely a pair of pink tulle or gauze panties that were almost transparent, bar the narrow cotton gusset stretched wide by her pose.

Where I'd expect to see the flattened pubes of her bush, above the reinforced material, there was nothing but smooth skin on her mons. I wondered why she was wearing such exotic underwear to work, when a pair of plain cotton panties would be much more practical around the office.

Then it occurred to me that she put them on to impress me. I shook the thought out of my head and drank the last few drops of coffee.

"Did you read this, Amber?" she asked, laying the open magazine down and pointing at the double spread that started what was supposed to be a true story.

There was a graphic picture of a guy lying on a bed with half a dozen scantily dressed secretaries buzzing around him. They were all wearing glasses and had notepads and pens in their hands. 'OFFICE HAREM' was the title of a preposterous tale in which a handsome guy running an office, gradually beds each one of the six girls working for him.

"What a ridiculous story! I bet it was written by a man. Typical male fantasy!" I said, getting to my feet.

Ellie picked up the clipboard she had brought to my desk and we set off toward the lift. "Can you imagine Phyllis, Barbara, Julie and Sam naked, scuttling around Smithy, undressing him and then jumping his bones?" Ellie was only transposing the girls in our office into the storyline in the magazine article, but I was horrified at the thought; and Ellie saw my expression. "Well, maybe not naked..."

"What an awful idea!" We both stared at each other for a second and then burst out laughing.

The lift arrived, we stepped in and I pushed the button for the basement. Ellie was a couple of inches taller than me, which seemed to be magnified in the confined space of the lift. I guessed she was about 5' 7" tall and a size 8, whereas I had recently slipped to a size 10; since starting at B&K, 4 months earlier. Snacking and watching too much TV was my problem, plus I couldn't find the time to do any exercise.

My companion, on the other hand, looked fit and athletic. We held the same position at B&K - analyst clerks - but she was 24, five years my senior. I only had junior status, which meant that I was earning a lot less then her. The other big difference between us was that she was naturally confident in her skin, while I suffered from low self-esteem.

She also stood out from the crowd, because of her thick red hair, while my shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair was far less impressive and 'normal'. She put her hand on my arm and gave me a meaningful look.

"Julie is attractive. I could imagine her naked."

I had forgotten that we were talking about the story in the magazine. Julie was the prettiest girl in the office, but she was only 18 and very immature for her age.

"You might not be far off the mark if you were imagining Julie getting naked with Smithy, but I doubt if he would be chasing the others around the office!"

The other three girls that Ellie had mentioned were all in their thirties and happily married.

"Actually, I was imagining chasing you naked around the office," she said leaning nearer and touching me under the chin.

I gawped at her, stunned by the way she had turned the conversation around. I felt my face flush as she searched for a reaction with her intense, hazel eyes. She was an attractive girl with an oval face, clear complexion and modest nose, but her wanton, wide mouth and unruly hair gave her a harsher, almost dangerous appearance. Up close I found her scary and overpowering, but in a nice sort of way.

"I... I don't think that would be very exciting for you," I blurted out.

Just in the nick of time, the lift came to a juddering halt, followed by the bong of the warning system and the doors sliding apart. I jumped, because standing waiting for the lift was Toby Smith, the assistant manager of our department.

"Ladies," he said casually, but was unable to resist a glance up and down Ellie's body. "Going to archives?"

"Yes sir, fetching a file for Mr Carter."

"Does it take two of you to get one file?"

Ellie tapped her clipboard to impress our surly boss. "It may take some finding and I think there are two boxes of dockets."

"Try and find it before lunchtime," he said sarcastically.

It was only 11.30, so there was a whole hour to lunch. I glanced back to see Toby step backward into the lift so he could watch Ellie's shapely posterior sashaying down the corridor. I was jealous of the attention that she and someone like Julie received from the male staff, but in Ellie's case they were wasting their time!

After unlocking the door to the archive room and switching the lights on, I followed Ellie along the ends of the racking that contained 50 odd years of Bower & Klein's historic records.

"Manchester is at the end," she said, leading me down to the far end of the room.

There were about 20 rows of floor to ceiling racks all stuffed with white or brown envelopes and cardboard boxes. One file, a week earlier, had taken me over an hour to find among the untidy and poorly catalogued records. I rounded the corner to find that Ellie was waiting for me. She had put her clipboard down and was posing with her hands on her hips between the last rack on my right and a low stack of boxes on my left.

"Come here Amber..." I had stopped dead in my tracks, and because I wasn't budging, she stepped forward, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to her.

"Ellie, w... what are you doing?"

Her assertive action took me by surprise and when she encircled my body with her arms it was too late to stop her from kissing me. I had imagined being kissed by her, because she has such a wicked mouth, but not in the basement of the B&K building! Ellie forced my lips apart with hers and attacked my tongue aggressively, while moving her right hand up so she could hold the back of my head.

Then, after what seemed like ages, she eased away, enabling me to breathe again.

"Oh Ellie!" I gasped, breathlessly.

"I've been wanting to do that ever since you started at B&K, Amber," she confessed.

"I... I don't know what to say... I'm not a..."

"Yes, you are, babe. I've seen the way you look at my lips when I'm talking to you. And you can't resist eyeballing my panties..."

"Ellie! That's not true! How can I avoid seeing them if you're going to sit on my desk and part your legs?"

"Did you like what you saw? Bought them from 'Glam Eroties' on the internet. Cost me a fortune!" I was unable to respond, for she kissed me again, but with less force and a softer mouth.

I capitulated more easily during the second kiss and relaxed, realizing I was enjoying her passionate embrace. When she withdrew her tongue, she broke away and started kissing my face.

"You're so pretty, Ellie. You should make more of an effort."

"Poppycock. You're the pretty one. You could have any man in the building!"

"Maybe, but that's not what I want."

"What do you want, Ellie?"

"I want to take your clothes off and chase you round the archives, then when I've caught you, spank your ass as a prelude to having wild sex!"

Her bold fantasy shocked me to the core, but once again she stopped me from replying immediately by giving me another passionate kiss. I had a few moments to try and think up a response to cool her ardour, but I became lost in the moment; as I enjoyed the rare chance to receive what I thought was a genuine show of affection.

Chapter 2.

 

Ellie's third kiss was the longest and most passionate and almost put me at ease with the thought of having another lesbian relationship. I had only been at B&K for a week or so, when I had the revealing conversation with Ellie in the canteen. We were talking about fellas and the problems we both had with them at one time or another. In reply to a direct question, I confessed that I had indeed had a fling with a very pretty friend at college, but hastily added that nothing really happened.

My account wasn't quite true. The girl who befriended me on that occasion had pestered me for some time. She was a senior prefect and engineered several situations where we could fool around before I went to bed with her. It all ended in an embarrassing mess when I confronted her, having found out that she was taking other girls to bed.

I finally managed to draw away from my passionate friend. "Oh Ellie, we'd better be getting back, I've got work to finish."

"That can wait till after lunch," she said, steering me around so that my ass was against the stack of boxes. "You've seen my panties, now I want to see yours."

"Ellie, you can't be serious. Someone will walk in and then we'll be in trouble."

"Babe, is that all you're worried about." She dropped her hands to my hips and started to lift the sides of my skirt. "We'll get plenty of warning. Don't worry your little head..."

She was treating me like a college kid, but I didn't say anything, because it was true that we would hear if the door opened. And, if someone did enter the room, they would have to walk some way before we were in sight. Her fingers continued to lift the sides of my skirt.

"Ellie, I'm not wearing anything interesting at all."

We were both wearing blue, knee length skirts and white blouses, which was the suggested uniform for all female B&K employees. Some girls wore black and beige, but in the main we all complied with the firm's wishes. I had to consciously think about what my underwear looked like, while my colleague attempted to bring my panties into view.

I remembered selecting a bog-standard pair of white cotton panties, which thankfully were a recent purchase. In any case, I didn't have any special underwear that remotely resembled the quality of Ellie's lingerie. I lived an unexceptional existence in a tiny bedsit in North London and wore unremarkable clothes when I went out. In short, I was a nondescript girl who lived a very ordinary life.

I tried to resist Ellie's efforts by holding the front of my skirt, but she was insistent and just a tad impatient.

"Amber, don't struggle. Help me and we can quickly get out of here."

"This isn't the right place," I complained, but finally relented when I saw the determined expression on her face.

I allowed the material to be gathered up until my bare thighs and panties were completely revealed.

"I love the schoolgirl look," she said, trying to hold my skirt and study my panties. "Here, hold it up, while I take a closer look," she said, bending her knees and beginning to lower herself.

I gripped my skirt and froze, completely shocked by Ellie's forthright actions. I stood there like a lemon, while she gently stroked the swell of my mons as though she was petting a cat.

"Ellie... Er... what are you doing?"

"Shush babe," she said, standing and suddenly pushing my shoulders back. "Lean back for a second," she insisted. "This won't take a minute."

"What are you doing...?"

My butt was against the stack of boxes, which was about three feet high. She took the ruffled skirt from me when I put my hands onto the boxes to save myself from falling right back. She laid the skirt onto my tummy and peered down at my panties. By bent position accentuated my hump-like mons, which appeared to be trying to burst through its thin cotton covering. The panties were regular hipster shape, so compared to Ellie's, mine were frumpy in the extreme.

"Is there anything more arousing than the sight of a girl's pussy all wrapped up in virginal white panties?" she opined, happily.

Ellie's calm, authoritative, no nonsense attitude, completely overwhelmed me. "Please Ellie, let's get the files and go back to the office. It'll be lunchtime soon..."

"Nonsense," she cooed. "We've only just got here."

Her thumbs hooked into the tight elasticated waistband. "N... not here Ellie. For god's sake..."

"Hush babe, relax and let me see for myself what you're hiding in here..."

I gawped, speechless, as she peeled my panties down, turning them inside out as she went. Ellie paused to urge my hips forward, so she could unveil my buttocks and continue the smooth descent. The gusset lingered against my stickiness, but gave up the fight, enabling her to draw them down to my shins. Ellie then dropped to her knees and placed her fingers on the top of my thighs, so her thumbs could stroke the neat triangle of pubes above my well-defined slit.

I was standing with my legs together stopping her from exploring any further, but Ellie had other ideas. She looked up into my startled expression. "Amber, lean right back and relax. Let me treat you."

"What here!" I gasped, shocked by her proposal.

"Amber, lean back!" she said firmly, in a louder voice.

I didn't want to, but her tone and dominant attitude overpowered me. I dropped back onto my elbows, while she pushed my panties over my shoes and gently nudged my knees apart. When Ellie lifted her head and moved up, she returned her attention to the top of my thighs and began stroking my mons again with her thumbs.

"You have a beautiful body, Amber..."

"You mean a beautiful fat body!" I corrected her.

"Amber, don't put yourself down. I meant what I said."

It was nice to hear her reassurances, but I knew she was only complimenting me so I would let her pursue her erotic goal. My eyes widened when she prised my firm lips apart to reveal my line of inner flesh and peeping clit. She dipped her head and dove straight in with her tongue, surprising me by her bold attack. I gasped when her slippery eel-like digit began to explore and tease out my nub.

All I could see was her shock of red hair bobbing with the movement of her mouth. I wanted to grab her head and force her deeper, for the sensations emanating from my pussy were incredibly intense. However, I was afraid to touch the dominatrix, so I dropped my head back, lifted my feet onto the edge of the boxes and closed my eyes, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.