Thinking of Stacy

Claire couldn't type another word. Sure, she had unlocked the office door at 6:30 a.m. to take advantage of the quiet and had decided to stay late to finish a client project. She could attribute her wayward mind to the fact that it was now dinnertime. The search engine optimization firm was doing well thanks in part to her efforts, and the CEO of the parent company had noticed her dedication. She had been hired on as a freelance writer and at age forty-two had finally taken a major step in her career. The CEO had approached her about becoming a business partner and shared his vision for additional projects related to content marketing. She was thrilled. The long hours had paid off. The clock ticked past 6 p.m. and her eyes were bleary from the nearly twelve-hour marathon. Her mind was veering away from the work at hand, and she had to be honest with herself. The long hours were partially responsible, but there was another distraction. The intern across the hall, Stacy, seemed every bit as dedicated as Claire and every aspect of her behavior was adorable. She moved with grace and embodied such a pleasant attitude that there was no way not to notice her. Stacy wasn't getting paid, though. She had just graduated from Fremont University and had agreed to take on the internship for experience and to strengthen her resume and get referrals for new positions. She worked hard and never complained. Stacy had a way of speaking sweetly and investing herself in service to the other seven men and women working at the firm. Claire was grateful for what had happened earlier in the day. She had been swamped with projects and Stacy had offered to go buy her lunch. "You don't need to do that." Claire remembered when she was a college intern and her days were filled with mundane chores. "It's my pleasure. I don't mind at all." Stacy had stood in front of Claire's desk wearing a white blouse and plaid skirt. Her hair didn't quite reach her shoulders and a bobby pin kept her brunette locks orderly on the left side. Stacy had freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose and decorating both her left and right cheeks. Her breasts pushed the fabric of her blouse away from her body and Claire noticed. Stacy didn't just stand in front of Claire's desk. Her hands were folded in front of her, below her waist and, as Claire noted, laid neatly over her pussy. The plaid skirt reached to Stacy's mid-thigh and she wore knee-length white socks and saddle shoes. She was the consummate schoolgirl and when she returned with Claire's lunch, Stacy set it on Claire's desk like she was in an upscale restaurant serving a respected client. "Thank you, Stacy." Claire noticed Stacy's round ass when the young woman turned. "You're welcome, Ms. Williams." Stacy practically crossed one leg in front of the other and curtsied. "Have a seat." Heat pulsed from deep inside Claire, from the forbidden regions Anadolu Yakası Escort where she figured office trysts began. This wasn't the first day she had noticed Stacy and felt heat. It was the first day, though, that Claire considered acting on her desires. "Thank you so much for asking. But I have another project for Mr. Thompson that I'm trying to finish." Stacy turned to walk out the office. "Would you like me to close the door?" She turned and her bubble butt was noticeable in the profile. Claire could have sworn that Stacy, her oldest daughter's age, had arched her back to make her shape more noticeable. "Leave it open, please." Claire smiled. Stacy returned the smile. "Yes." When the door was open, Claire could get a full view of Stacy at her desk. "Oh, Stacy?" "Yes?" She looked over her shoulder. Claire was absolutely dying inside. "Thank you so much for lunch. I know it's the intern thing to do. But I think more highly of you than just being an errand girl." She struggled to keep up her professional demeanor. It would be so easy to resort to flirting. Maybe it had been the continual long hours and that her husband had also been working late and had shown little interest in romance like hugs and kisses. A romp in bed was apparently far from his mind and Claire had found herself on the defensive?sweeping away from the recesses of her imagination what it would be like to touch Stacy and nibble on her ear lobe and kiss her gently on the lips. Stacy smiled. She had green eyes and dimples. "Thank you, Ms. Williams. I know there's more ahead. I'm learning so much being here and I thank you for the experience." Stacy's eyes sparkled. "You may not know this, but I've been watching how you work and listening to you in meetings. I'm learning a lot from you and I think you're really cool." At that moment, Claire wanted to jump up and wrap her arms around Stacy's waist and draw the recent graduate to her and plant a huge kiss on her lips and work her tongue inside Stacy's mouth. There would have been so much pleasure in pressing her full breasts against Stacy's and placing her hands on the college grad's tight ass. She restrained herself and sat quietly and tried to stop her thighs from quivering. "You're welcome. Back to your tasks then." "Yes, m'am." Stacy smiled and this time it was clear she curtsied, a slight one. She had grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it so more flesh was visible. The pulsating heat, the familiar sign of lust breaking through inhibitions, grew stronger between Claire's legs. Around 3 p.m. the force was so strong that Claire took a break and went for a walk around the block. She had considered a trip to the restroom for a little bit of privacy. Some of the staff was out speaking with potential clients and some others were at a training so the office was quiet.* Really, now? Claire Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan chided herself for not acting more businesslike. Going to the restroom and pleasuring myself? It would have been easy to walk inside one of the stalls, lock the metal door, unzip her jeans, and sit on the toilet to pretend she was peeing. Running a finger beneath the soft fabric of her bikini panties and into her pussy, moist and aching for relief, would have been a cinch. Now it was dinnertime and the urge had conquered her. The office was quiet and empty except for Stacy. This time Claire decided a restroom stop was necessary. She needed to pee after all. Perhaps she would do her business, wash her hands, splash cold water on her face, and head home to flee the temptation. Or maybe she would linger and strip off her clothes and fantasize about the intern who was so close and yet so far. She got up from behind her desk and Stacy cast a smile across the office. "Oh, Stacy?" Claire's thighs quivered. Stacy had undone one more button and now her blouse revealed the edges of her blue bra and teased the view with a glimpse of her small breasts. Claire had thought they were cute. "Yes, m'am?" Claire had wanted to tell her it wasn't necessary to sound so formal. Yet, the use of the title made the intern even more endearing. "I'm going to the restroom." Claire said it like she was hinting that she could have a companion. She lingered by the doorframe of her office and was only a few feet away from the object of her lust. Stacy could easily have left the building by now and gone home. She had opted to stay and Claire found that curious and enticing. Stacy pushed her chair away from the desk and her chest lifted and fell with a deep breath. "Oh, yes." Stacy had moved back so her lap was in view and she parted her legs. Her skirt was up her thighs and, once again, Claire wanted to take the young woman right there and straddle her lap and adorn her with wet, sloppy kisses. Claire's internal composure was decimated and moistness was seeping from her pussy. "Yes. The restroom." Claire smiled. "I've been waiting all day." "Holding it in?" Stacy spoke and gave Claire an almost hopeful look. "Yes. Restraining myself. There's been so much to do, but I figure the rest of the work can wait until tomorrow." Claire allowed her gaze to travel from Stacy's bangs, to her eyes, and along the pink hue of her lips. Claire was already indulging. "How much longer are you going to be here?" "I, uh, don't know." Stacy's eyes appeared vulnerable and soft. She licked her lips and dropped a hand to her lap. "I, uh, thought I'd keep working until you were done." Stacy smiled. "Ms. Williams?" "Please call me Claire." "Yes, Claire. I watch you and, well, you're like a mentor to me." The girl was like a loyal puppy or a kitty cat, content to be around Escort Anadolu Yakası its master. Claire smiled and took a step down the hallway. She turned and looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "That's very sweet of you." She locked in on Stacy's gaze. "I'm done and I'll be in the restroom." It was the narrowed eyes and pouting lips she had used with her husband when she truly wanted to pull him away from work and into bed. The walk down the hallway wasn't a stroll. It seemed like a journey and Claire moved slowly and could tell she was swaying her hips in a more circular motion than she would ever dream in an office setting. She knew men liked to stare at her ass when she walked by and she didn't hesitate with women around, either. Her intuition told her she had a young admirer studying her movements. Claire pushed open the restroom door and walked to the sink. She looked in the mirror and unbuttoned her blouse so it revealed her breasts veiled in a black bra. She was hoping the door would open. Yet she fought and struggled, thinking she should find a more constructive way to yield to the temptation and first ask Stacy for a drink. She could talk with her and discover the woman's goals and ambitions and then she could wish her a good night and go home and pleasure herself in a hot bath. Perhaps she would work her seductive magic on her husband and embrace his erection and take his cock in her mouth then place it between her legs and have him fuck her. That would take care of her needs. Claire's nipples were taut and practically ached with the thought of guiding Stacy's tender lips over her body. Suddenly, Claire stood tall. Ridiculous. Risking embarrassment. What if Stacy really did admire her as a mentor and Claire came on to her and there had been a terrible misunderstanding? Claire could get reprimanded and lose her status as partner. Worse. She could be fired outright. Case settled. The most logical thing would be suppressing the lust again and simply asking Stacy to join her for a drink. Claire fumbled, trying to re-fasten the button. There was a pub about four blocks away and it would be a nice time to sit and?the restroom door opened. Stacy walked in and froze for a moment as though she hadn't really expected to see another woman. Her blouse had only a few buttons fastened to hold it in place. "I wanted to come to the restroom, too." Stacy sounded innocent. Her tone revealed her youth and yet her words dripped with attraction. "I'm glad." Claire could barely speak. Her breasts rose and practically pushed away the fabric and Claire undid the last two buttons. "You don't need to be here. Unless, of course, you really need to use it." Stacy shuffled forward, her hands by her side. She bit her bottom lip before she spoke. "I want to be here, with you." She was so damned cute. Claire wrapped an arm around Stacy's lower back and pulled her close and gave her a gentle kiss. Just like her fantasy. "Wonderful." Stacy wrapped her arms around Claire's neck and opened her mouth, inviting Claire's tongue that writhed against Stacy's. Claire noticed the young lady's breath was sweet. Barely audible groans and breaths of passion floated off the tile walls. Claire stopped the kiss and smiled.