Her name is Mrs. Kelly and she is the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, much less met. In her early 30's Mrs. Kelly is 5'10," has beautiful red hair and bright green eyes. Her skin is perfect, not a blemish anywhere and her smile when we were introduced took my breath away, and I'm a woman.
She looked so elegant, tall and slender, perfectly dressed as the HR person said, "Dora Kelly this is Donna, your new intern for the summer."
"You're gorgeous," I gushed. I probably blushed, I know that I was embarrassed. The HR person looked like she'd swallowed a lemon.
Mrs. Kelly just smiled at me sweetly and, sticking out her hand to shake mine, said, "Why thank you. It's nice to meet you too." It's hard for a woman to be mad at someone who says a thing like that.
For those of you who haven't read my other stories, my name is Donna and this is about my first real office-type job. I'm small, maybe 5'1" and less than 100 pounds. My dad is Portuguese and my mother's Greek, and I've got dark hair and olive skin. I also have great breasts. They're not really huge; I'm between a "C" cup and a "D" cup, but as small as I am they look immense on me, and they're perfectly shaped with just a little droop. I could admire my tits in the mirror for hours.
I also have a fat cunt. That's how one of my old boyfriends described it, he said my cunt was fat. What he meant was that my labia is big and hangs down from my body. My hood is also very big and my clit sticks out of it. It never goes down it's just big. When I get excited my clit gets very big, about as big as my thumb! I love sex and I don't really care if it's with a guy or another girl. As long as they turn me on!
As I said, Mrs. Kelly's build is very different from mine. Tall with long wonderful legs and a great ass, she's small on the top, with just a hint of breasts. I've never seen anybody so beautiful.
Between us, we were the support staff for the small division of a large company that occupies most of a downtown office building. Mrs. Kelly and I bonded right away. As beautiful as she is the other women on our floor had banded against her and she had no friends to speak of, either at the office or at home. They wanted nothing to do with me either, I guess because I'm not only good looking but also young, and just a lowly intern. Of course things weren't made any easier by the reactions of the men on our floor. They seemed to look for excuses to hang around us, drooling and slobbering all over the place. One more thing to bring us together.
I really enjoyed working for Mrs. Kelly, Dora, and I know she enjoyed having someone to talk to at the company, other than one of the sales guys looking to get in her pants. I even tried to tone things down a little. I hate wearing pantyhose, preferring the thigh high hose that allow me to go without panties, but I wore those damn pantyhose sometimes just to be "appropriate." I even wore a bra, from time to time, to keep peace in the division. Mrs. Kelly, of course, was always dressed in the most elegant, exquisite clothing. Another reason for the frumpy secretaries to hate us.
I hadn't had sex in so long that I was really horny when, about a month after starting I looked up from my desk to find a short, dumpy looking man asking for Mrs. Kelly.
"She's on a conference call," I said indicating her closed door. "Is she expecting you?"
"I'm her husband," he answered. "If she won't be long, I'll just wait."
"She should only be ten minutes of so," I answered. "If you'd like to sit and wait," I indicated the chair by my desk, which he eagerly took.
This gave me a chance to study him more closely. Mrs. Kelly's husband was not only short and dumpy looking, but he had a greasy look to him too. Balding, with a nose that was too big for his face, he smiled as he boldly checked out my body. I smiled back and return to my work. I could feel his eyes on my legs and breasts as he mentally undressed me. I don't mind that, I know some women do, but I actually enjoy it, most of the time. This time I was confused because he was Dora's husband and I didn't know what to do about it. I can't really help it though. Having a man mentally undress me is a turn-on and I smiled at him when I caught him trying to look down my blouse. I'm such a slut.
Finally, the door opened and the Mrs. Kelly came out of her office.
"Marty," she said. "I didn't know you were here. Come on in."
Almost 15 minutes later Marty left, making sure to say good-bye to me while I stood and his eyes traveled from my head to my feet, lingering on my breasts. Mrs. Kelly stood in the doorway to her office watching. When he was gone, she asked me to come inside her office.
"Well, Donna. Now you've met my husband. I'm sorry you had to put up with him ogling you like that," Mrs. Kelly said, looking sad. She'd always seemed so bright before; this was the first time I'd seen her this way. I assured her that it was all right, no harm done.
"Donna, let's go out to lunch and I'll tell you a story," she said. We gathered up our purses and left, it was only 11:00 in the morning.
When we were settled in a private booth, side by side in the dark back of a neighborhood bar/restaurant, Mrs. Kelly began her story. "I'm a 'trophy wife, ' Donna. I married Marty when I was 24 years old and he was 45. Marty is a very successful attorney, he makes a lot of money, has a lot of money. When he got to the point in his life when he could get rid of the first wife and get himself some 'eye candy, ' he found me. I'm his eye candy. It sounded so great when I was 24, all that money and all I had to do was look good and let him fuck me."
"On top of that, Marty can't have children," she continued. "He had a vasectomy years ago and when we got married it didn't matter. I was so young. But now I wonder what I'm missing. Oh, Donna, you're the only friend I have. Please don't think less of me," she looked sadder than ever now. Her green eyes pleading with me for understanding.
"Dora, I don't think less of you. I can tell you a few things that might make you think a lot less of me," I was messaging her arm and smiling at her as I said it.
After our drinks were served, the first of many, Dora turned to me and said, "Donna, you're far too young to have done anything as awful as I have."
Well, that was the start of our heart to heart. First, I told her about working a double shift as a lap dancer in Florida during spring break. Her eyes first got big and her mouth fell open as I talked. As the story went on she laughed and blushed along with me as I told her about Carol and I taking a guy back to our room to fuck.
When I told her about Carol, she just stared. "Dora," I said. "I'm bisexual. I like both guys and girls. I'm actually pretty much of a slut."
"Oh, Donna, really," she looked excited. "Really, you've been with another girl?"
I assured her that not only had I been with another woman, but that I had enjoyed it and planed on doing it again.
We were on our third drink now, Dora's were vodka martinis. "That's always been one of my fantasies," her voice was just a little slurred as she looked wistfully at the far wall. "I've never had the opportunity, or maybe I've just never had the guts."
"Dora, I'm not coming on to you or anything, but you're the most good-looking woman I've ever seen. You've got to have had lots of opportunities," I had my hand on her arm again. I was feeling the drinks too.
She turned her head to look at me. Her face was so incredibly beautiful as she looked into my eyes from just a few feet away. I'd never been this physically close to her before. She looked down at the hand on her arm, I almost snatched it off when she looked back up at me and smiled. Putting her left hand over mine she said, "why haven't you come on to me, Donna?"
I felt my pussy spasm as she said that, what a day I picked not to wear panties!! Lucky me!!
"Dora, will you let me make love to you?" She watched my face carefully, her eyes wide and lips wet, as I moved my mouth toward hers. Finally, our lips touched, softly almost like two feathers. Her moan was almost too low to hear. I'd never felt lips so soft and inviting, a shock wave ran through my body to my cunt. I know I was staining the back of my dress.
We broke the kiss and looked around the bar to see if anyone had seen us. I noticed Dora lick her lips while she looked. The sight of her pick tongue on her beautiful, puffy, lips was so erotic that it almost hurt to watch. I must have groaned, just a little, because Dora shifted her head to look at me.
I watched, my heart in my throat, as she smiled and squeezed my hand with hers. "That was... nice," she said.
I took a sip of my drink, smiling at her with my eyes as I lightly licked the rim of my glass and said, "It's all nice. Believe me."
"Donna, did you spill something on your dress," she asked looking at my lap.
I looked down and noticed that my red dress was stained dark where it rested in the "V" between my legs.
"Oh no," I said. "That's pussy juice. Look," and with that I pulled my dress up exposing my pantieless pussy. I was shaved and my thumb-sized clit was fully exposed. My fat labia were clearly visible from where Dora sat.
"Oh... " I heard her say as we both looked at my cunt. I raised my head to look at her, her eyes never left my lap.
"Donna, your clitoris is throbbing. I can see it. That's so amazing," she said finally looking up to my face, her eyes shining and excited.
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