What A Bitch - Sex Stories

What A Bitch

... was clear everyone knew that. Even Harry had commented on it to me when we were discussing the bonuses, not that I was suggesting she deserved less, far from it. So, if I was going to say sorry, I best do it now.

“What would you like, more fizz?”

“Oh, I think I’ve had plenty.” She was standing, looking out of the large windows, at the lights across the river. “Perhaps a coffee?”

“Oh, how about an expresso martini!”

She turned quickly and smiled. “Oh yes please!”

Good, I thought. “Please make yourself at home.” As I made the drinks, I watched her. She was still looking across the river, but she unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off. I could see why the men liked her. Her hair was still tied, business-like, but the tinsel and mistletoe were still there.

“Here you go,” and I handed her the drink. “Cheers,” and we touched glasses.

“Oh, I love these,” she said taking another sip. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m OK. As I said, I didn’t eat today.”

She was smiling at me. And even though I knew I had to say it, I just couldn’t.

“So, James fancies you then.” She laughed and nodded. “But you don’t fancy him then?” And again, she laughed.

“Oh, he’s quite cute, but I’m not interested like that.”

“Have you got a boyfriend?” and, as I said it, I realised how little I knew about her.

“Not currently. How about you?”

I wasn’t expecting that, but I said no, and that it was just I didn’t have time for all that.

“You should try some mistletoe, it sort ...

... of cuts out the small talk,” and we both laughed. She was looking across the river again at the lights and a bit further upriver to Tower Bridge.

“Beautiful isn’t it,” she said, and I found myself standing next to her, enjoying the view. What happened next, I will never forget.

I was looking up the river, so I had my face against the glass, and she was doing likewise, our heads just inches apart and she turned so she was facing me. She was looking directly into my eyes and slowly she leaned towards me and kissed me.

“See,” she said, briefly breaking the kiss, “the mistletoe works.” And she kissed me again, this time more passionately, and I found myself responding and, as we straightened up, she ran her hand across my face, brushing my hair away.

We stayed there in the window as she undressed me. She was still kissing me as she unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, and then slowly and so delicately unbuttoned my blouse, that followed my jacket.

And she was still kissing me as she unzipped my skirt and eased it over my hips, her hands running down my body, and she was still kissing me as she unclipped my bra and removed my panties, and when her fingers explored my body, my bottom pressed against the cold glass just adding to the thrill.

Suzie

Well, I was not expecting that. But wow. I’ve had sex with other girls before and I’ve always enjoyed the contrast of a being with a woman, compared with a man. Don’t ...