Dress Code, part 2 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 2

... found her clit and traced little circles around it. After a few circles, she reinserted her index finger and also her middle finger into the new employee’s cunt and rubbed her insistently for five or six strokes before removing her hand. “I would suggest that you find a way of cleaning yourself up before you allow yourself to sit down. Otherwise your arousal, on the back of your skirt, will be all too evident to anyone who sees you.” She looked at her fingers, shining with Anne’s juices, almost wonderingly. She stood in front of Anne once more and again reached out to Anne’s face, as she had when she had cleaned Mr. Slater’s semen off. This time, however, she pushed her index finger between Anne’s lips and instructed her to taste herself. Anne did not know how to react as the self-assured secretary pushed her finger, just now removed from Anne’s pussy, into her mouth, as if were the most normal thing in the world. Before she could really react, Miss Jones finger was in her mouth, and Anne was sucking it gently, tasting her musky arousal. Before she realized it, her tongue tenderly swirled around the other woman’s finger, eliciting a smile from Miss Jones. As Miss Jones removed her finger from Anne’s mouth, Anne was able to realize that the assistant was in fact right. Her fingers had slid into her pussy so easily, and had come out so visibly shining with Anne’s arousal, that Anne could not afford to sit down without risking the back of her skirt becoming visibly wet with ...

... her arousal. Even as she had that thought, her eyes widened as she saw Miss Jones take her own middle finger, also liberally coated with Anne, into her mouth. She made a show of sucking her finger lasciviously. “You taste delicious, dear. I’ll be sure to tell Mr. Slater not to miss that opportunity. Time to go back to work.” She winked at Anne, and once more reached out to tweak a nipple, as she had earlier in Mr. Slater’s office. This time she was more forceful, and her attention provoked a frisson of almost-pain in Anne. She was grateful for no one being in the hallway as she found refuge in the ladies’ room. After cleaning herself off, she waited a while for her nipples to become less erect, but they wouldn’t go completely back to normal. The firm kept the air conditioning on high, and the sensation of the silk blouse moving back and forth across her breasts with every movement kept her nipples from “subsiding.” With a sigh, Anne steeled herself for her walk back to her cubicle. As she did, she found that most eyes did in fact travel down to her chest. The women had the same reaction. A quick look down and then up, followed by a smirk. One older woman, in her late thirties, whispered as she went by, “I see you found out he’s not playing around with the dress code.” Anne’s face burned with embarrassment at the words, and at the idea that some of these women undoubtedly knew from their own experience what had just happened to her. It was odd to think that every woman she ...