"The Storeroom"

We were friendly co-workers. She was the office manager and I was a a brand
new corporate attorney in a large law office. We would at times share lunch
or go on quick shopping sprees. She was about my size, just a bit younger.
Her breasts were smaller than mine but much firmer. She had never married
and I was two years past my divorce. I liked her infectious laugh. She was
good company.

Except for one thing. While complimenting me on a blouse she would run her
hands over my breasts. On the pretext of getting something off the back of
my skirt she would run her hands over my ass. She seemed to always find
ways to put her hands on me.

At first she did this rarely, and I thought, in all innocence. Her hands
would barely brush the sides of my breast. But the incidents increased in
frequency, her hands lingered on their target longer.

I found myself avoiding her. She may have been puzzled by my aloofness but
she still appeared to be her cheerful self.

Then it happened. We had a central storeroom for our supplies located at
the far end of our hallway. I was coming out with a materials as she was
coming in .

She greeted me with usual cheerfulness, and again complimented me on my
blouse as her hand moved towards my breast.

I was overwhelmed by irritation and frustration. I had to teach her a
lesson.

I grabbed her hand and placed it directly centered on my breast and held it
there. Her eyes widened in surprise. She was frozen. She looked like she
was afraid to breathe.

Then she took a look at my face and saw anger and defiance.

She nodded in understanding. A sad smile barely creased her lips.

She then had a surprise for me. She leaned forward and gave me the softest,
most loving kiss I had ever received. She then stepped back, looked me
squarely in the eye and said, “ I’m sorry, I love you”. Slipped her hand
away from my breast where I was still holding it, turned and walked away.

Not the reaction I expected from her. I expected to embarrass her and I
expected her to proclaim innocence of ulterior motives.

It was not the reaction I expected from me. I was trembling. My hand was
still raised to my breast. I could still feel her lips on mine. I could
hear her say “I love you”.

Some else trying to get past me into the store room broke my trance and I
returned to my small office.

I could not erase the incident from my mind. I tried to bury myself in
work. Any time I found myself idle her words and her kiss would come to the
forefront of my mind, unbidden. The incident would appear in my dreams. It
would return vividly at the climax of my self pleasing sessions.

I dated indiscriminately and fucked some of the men with abandon. Yet, I
was disappointed when they did not kiss me like she had.

We managed to stay out of each others way for weeks. When our paths crossed
she would give me cheery hello and continue on her journey. She was never
closer than four feet from me.

I had come to regret my actions, my loss of temper. I knew I should have
handled it better

At times I could hear her laugh. I found that I missed her laugh. I missed
her company. I missed our friendship.

I was bound to happen. We again ran into each other at the storeroom
doorway. At first we tried to politely go past the other but we kept
stepping in the same direction and ended up doing that little dance. We
burst out laughing in unison.

Before my brain knew my mouth had said it , I blurt out ,”do you still love
me?”.

She blushed and lowered her eyes. In a small voice she answered “yes”.

I said “good, lets go back to being friends”. I then shocked both of us by
placing my hand on her breast and kissing her lips as softly as as tenderly
as she had kissed me.

This time it was she that remained glued to the spot while I hurried back
to my office in a state that rivaled the one that accompanied my first
love. I had never even fantasized about other women and I had just had my
hands on her breast . My god, I had even squeezed it. “Where is this
leading”, I wondered.

We became best friends. Together we went on shopping sprees, we went to
movies, we went to restaurants. When seated side by side we sat close to
each other, our bodies in contact. Every time we met was celebrated with a
hug, every parting mourned with a kiss. Her hands, however. never strayed
near my breast or ass, nor did mine stray near hers.

It was a quiet Friday afternoon when I saw her walk past my office in the
direction of the storeroom. I found myself smiling. We had a long shopping
day planned for Saturday and a trip to the beach on Sunday. I was very much
looking forward to my time with her.

The thought came suddenly, like a bolt of lightning. Somehow, she had
become the most important thing in my life. I had turned down every date so
it would not interfere with our time together. She made me happy! I loved
her.

I left my office and followed her to the storeroom. She was coming out as I
was entering. I blocked her exit which brought a big smile to her lips.

I stepped in, closed the door behind me, took her in my arms and kissed
her. She immediately sensed that this was not the kiss of a friend and she
returned my kiss with ardor. Our lips parted and our tongues danced. Our
hands explored every inch of the others body they could reach.

Without breaking lip contact we rushed to unbutton each others blouse. She
“won” and undid mine first, pulled my bra up exposing both breasts and dove
her face between them. She pushed the sides of each breast towards the
middle and pressed her face between them. She then took one nipple in her
mouth and licked and nibbled on it until I was on the verge of cumming,
then she would abandon it for the other and begin anew.

I was in a frenzy, It usually took a long time of clitoral stimulation to
get me where she had me now.

I had to do something. I pulled on her skirt until it was above her waist
and inserted my hand inside the waistband of her pantyhose. She knew never
wore panties when she wore those . As she alternated from nipple to nipple
I ran my hand past a small patch of pubic hair and found a very slick
pussy. I started a search for her clit with my finger. I knew I found it
when she bit my nipple. This brought me to an immediate climax.

I concentrated on her clit and she came with a loud moan that was muffled
by my breasts.

We had both climaxed in less than two minutes but our rush of passion was
still unabated . We resumed kissing.

We heard voices and quickly separated. We hurriedly tried to compose
ourselves and our clothing, then reached for whatever supply was nearest
us. She was opening the door just as the source of the voices reached it.
One of the junior partners and his secretary squeezed past us as we exited
the room. As soon as they entered they closed the door.

We looked at each other as we realized what would be happening in the
storeroom and burst into nearly uncontrollable laughter. We slyly caressed
each others ass as we walked down the hallway, still straightening our
clothing. That is when I noticed I did not have a bra.

As we reached my office she stepped in past the doorway to give me kiss .
She then brought out my bra that had been concealed among folders and asked
if I wanted it back. I answered, “maybe later” and gave her the kiss back.

As she turned to leave I held her by the hand and asked, ” Instead of us
driving back and forth to each others place all weekend, why don't’ you
come stay with me?”

I was treated to the most glorious smile I had ever seen. She nodded yes
and asked, “ what's’ for dinner?’

I answered, “you”.