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Shania was having trouble driving the short distance home, but the reason for her unease was more than the forty degree afternoon heat in the midst of a mini-heat wave. She couldn?t remember the last time she had felt this horny. What, to her horror, was more troubling, was the reason for this heightened state of arousal. She was a happily married woman with a ten-year-old son and yet over the last few months she had found herself attracted to a woman. And all these years she had been convinced that she was straight. Well, maybe mildly interested in women, but then women were beautiful! Isn?t that what everyone thought, regardless of gender? She had hired Rana as an office assistant a few months back. The twenty-five-year-old had ticked all the boxes when it came to hard work, dedication and a professional attitude. In that regard, Shania had been well pleased with her selection. The girl had seemed young but had fit in perfectly in the women-only small publishing firm of four other married women who were all in their late thirties. She was a tall brunette of about an average built - a size eight-ten, Shania and the girls had guessed with a bit of envy, themselves all with the ten-twelve middle-aged bodies that had seen the traumas of child bearing. What had intrigued Shania most, though, were her deep brown eyes, that matched perfectly with her complexion and hair. Or was it the way in which Rana looked at Shania? Rana was single and and a self-confessed sports junkie, but, for a good looking chic, single. It hadn?t taken long for the other women to start rumours about her sexuality. Shania usually didn?t tolerate or encourage such office gossip about another staff member, but in this case was admittedly caught in a slightly awkward position, as mingled amongst these rumours were open suggestions to Shania about the way Rana looked at her. Shania would often rubbish these claims and tell the girls to get a life, but sometimes she couldn?t help but wonder. Things had got a bit heated that day when the other women had left early in the afternoon to begin their Christmas break and Rana had offered to stay back travesti istanbul and help Shania tie up some loose ends and close the office. It had been a busy few weeks and things hadn?t been great at home for Shania either. Her business had been turning a healthy profit over the last few years, but that also meant that they were taking on more and more work which was keeping her away from her family. She had made love with her husband only six times in the last two years. She wasn?t the one counting though. The mathematician in him ensured that he occasionally let it slip that they weren?t really hitting it off under the sheets lately. Their situation was made worse by the fact that he often had to travel interstate for work and she was spending more and more evenings and nights at work with their son happily sleeping in the office bedroom with her. And since hiring Rana, she had been subconsciously finding more reasons to stay back at the office, especially since Rana would often stay and keep her son company and help him with his school work. Rana! Since it was a woman-only firm, there wasn?t much of a dress code, but they all tried to dress professionally for client visits. This morning, given that most of their clients were away, and the heat-wave, all the women had turned up in sleeveless mini-dresses, with the cute single office assistant showcasing her gorgeous shapely, tanned legs. A previously non-existent sexual tension had manifested itself in the office the minute the other women had knocked off leaving Shania and Rana alone. Both women had busied themselves with their various tasks seated a few feet away from each other at their desks. Rana had eventually decided to make them both a coffee and had left for the kitchen. Shania had taken the opportunity to stretch her overly tense neck. She had no idea when Rana had come back and placed the coffee cup beside her. Shania had her eyes closed, one hand at the back of her neck, with her head all the way forward. She gasped slightly as she felt Rana?s warm hands gently but firmly massaging her shoulders. ?Just relax your shoulders for me, will istanbul travestileri you?? Rana was soft spoken, but at that moment, it had seemed that her voice had a seductive warmth in it. Or maybe Shania was making too much of a completely innocent situation. She had studied the young woman?s resume and knew that she had worked as a physio for a few months straight after high school. Shania did as she was told and closed her eyes taking long deep breaths to help ease the tension and take full advantage of the free treatment. Rana?s expert fingers had slowly worked her shoulders, then her bare upper back, alternating between the two problem areas, but Shania could have sworn that with each switch, her warm hands were straying a little further down her back and a little further down the front of her shoulders. Neither woman uttered a word and Shania was acutely aware of Rana?s own breathing becoming slow and laboured. Surely it was just the effort that was slowly tiring the young woman. Of her own situation she was well aware. Her panties were soaked and she knew that her fully erect nipples would be visible to Rana, through her thin sleeveless bra. Her hands gracefully remained on the table in front of her, but it was all she could do to prevent herself from sliding a hand between her legs and touching herself. Rana started working on the sides of her neck, massaging the area just below her ears gently with circular motions, then slowly eased her hands down to her upper chest. Still with her eyes closed, Shania leaned back to allow her access to the area the former physio was working on. Rana edged forward slightly so that Shania?s head was almost crested in her cleavage. Shania was almost afraid to open her eyes - Rana?s hands had slowed down and both women could smell each other?s perfumes and feel each other?s cool breath. As Rana?s hands slowly inched further down towards her boss?s aching nipples the phone rang loudly, bringing both women sharply back to reality. Shania jerked forward, eyes wide open and Rana retreated silently, grabbing her own cup of coffee and walking to her desk to istanbul travesti take the call. As if in unspoken agreement, both women decided to call it a day and head home after thirty more minutes. When they hugged goodbye, Shania felt Rana?s hands linger on her lower back for a fraction of a second too long. Feeling the younger woman?s need, Shania cupped the side of her assistant?s face in one hand and looked into her eyes for a few moments. But any thoughts of a kiss evaporated when Shania?s cell phone buzzed. Now, standing in front of her house, Shania fumbled with the keys and dropped them twice in her haste to get in. Her fingers were trembling and she was having trouble thinking of what had almost happened. But it was more the fact that she had wanted it to happen that was scaring her slightly. She was still extremely aroused and the more she thought about the last hour, the more wet she got. She couldn?t recall the last time she had been this wet for so long. Although her husband tried hard and was big on foreplay, the last few times they had made love or attempted to do so, she had had to use the lube they kept in the drawer of the bedside table. And even then she had felt raw at the end of the ?exercise,' which had been part of the reason she had been slowly losing interest in the act. As she stumbled into the silent, empty house, however, she knew she could easily slide in the enormous vibrator her husband had bought her as a cheeky present early in their marriage. In fact, that might not be such a bad idea. Her husband had taken their son to the new Star Wars movie and they were not going to be back until late that night. She had the house to herself. The house and her assortment of sex toys that had been forgotten over the years. And her good husband was painfully strict about keeping enough batteries in the house to take them through an apocalypse. Shania was already out of her dress by the time she stumbled to the bedroom and her bra and soaked panties followed seconds later, strewn about carelessly on the floor. Stepping into the walk-in robe she caught a glimpse of her naked form in the stand-alone mirror. Her inner thighs were glistening with her juices which were flowing freely now. She had taken good care of herself over the years and as she drank in the sight of her horny body, her arousal reached a new height and another idea formed in her head.