Jessica Wilson tidied up her desk waiting for the woman from the Nursing Home's corporate office to come by. The luncheon meeting promised to be a boring affair. The only good news was that she'd get a chance to get better acquainted with the attractive blonde from headquarters.
Jessi always felt a little unsettled around the slightly younger woman from HQ.
'Maybe if I get to know her better I'll be able to figure out why she affects me the way she does, ' Jessi reasoned.
She was watching her computer screen go blank when she caught the subtle scent of perfume—Kathy Ferguson's perfume.
'That's one of the things that gets me sort of... nervous ... or something whenever I'm around her.'
Turning in her chair Jessi was surprised at how close the pretty blonde was. Kathy had to take a step back to allow the chair to come around.
"Ready to go?" Kathy asked jangling the rental car keys.
"Yeah ... uh, yeah," Jessi replied standing and picking up her purse.
She was trying to think if she'd done everything she needed to before leaving the office but her mind was suddenly blank. The look on Kathy's face when she stood up sent a shiver down her spine. The woman hadn't really backed up far enough and now that she was standing Jessi found that Kathy was way inside her comfort zone. She thought she could almost feel the heat coming of her co-worker's body.
'If our boobs were any bigger they'd be touching, ' Jessi realized and the thought caused an unexpected sensation low in her belly.
Kathy turned toward the door and Jessi fell in step beside her.
"I just love your hair," Kathy complimented as they walked. "The color is so great and it's so shiny and silky looking ... can I touch?"
The peculiar sensation that Jessi'd felt when they were standing nearly toe to toe was back and stronger than ever.
"Sure ... I guess," Jessi agreed.
The feel of her co-worker's hand on her hair made the brunette tingle just a little all over.
'It's just the lack of human contact. It's been three years since I went on a date ... Oh my God; am I so love starved that the touch of another woman is turning me on?'
She tried to dismiss the thought but it wouldn't go away.
The meeting was forty minutes late starting thanks to the bad manners of a couple of the corporate officers. But on the bright side it expanded the window of opportunity to chat.
Jessi was starting to feel at ease with the vivacious woman from the Des Moines office by the time they were heading back to the Nursing Home. Their friendly chatter almost made her forget about the odd sensations she'd experienced earlier, that was until Kathy said brightly,
"Hey I really enjoy your company."
"Thanks the feeling's mutual," Jessi responded.
"How about we get together for dinner and maybe a movie ... what do ya say?"
That disturbing feeling low in her abdomen came back and it was evidently reflected on her face.
"It's not business just a night out, like ... like friends," Kathy qualified her offer apparently misreading Jessi's expression.
When Jessi didn't speak right away she added still misinterpreting,
"But I can expense the whole thing so you'd get a free dinner and show."
"It's not the money ... I can pay my own way it's just that I'll never be able to get a sitter on such short notice," Jessi demurred and that funny feeling, the one she didn't want to think about, stirred again.
The disappointed pout the driver gave her was endearing.
"I'm gonna be here until Friday morning with nothing to do with my evenings." Kathy moaned. "I might get through tonight but if I have to spend two nights in that motel room I'm gonna be climbing the walls. Is there any chance you'd be able to get somebody for tomorrow? I'd really like to get to know you better."
When Kathy emphasized her statement by touching Jessi's leg, the brunette got a little light headed.
"Uh, I'll have to think about it," the Nursing Home Manager deferred as they pulled up in front.
"'K, I'll check in with you tomorrow," Kathy said sounding disappointed as Jessi got out of the car and headed back to work.
Jessi was thinking about her eye appointment the next morning when she called her mother.
"Hey mom, can you look after the kids this evening? These corporate honchos are here from Des Moines and they wanna have a dinner meeting," she lied.
"Great! dinner's at six-thirty, I really appreciate it mom."
Hanging around waiting for her eyes to regain their ability to focus after seeing the eye doctor left the Nursing Home Manager with time to consider what she was doing and why.
'I really feel ... attracted to her. I need adult companionship, ' she thought mulling over her motives. 'The kids are great and I love 'em to death but a relationship ... a friendship ... it's ... it's different ... I need that kind of social outlet'
If that's all it was, companionship, it wouldn't have made her feel the way she was feeling and she knew it. She was attracted to miz Ferguson on another level—a level that made her nervous and excited all at once.
Jessi's eyes cleared and she made it to her desk by one.
She was struggling to get caught up after missing the morning when Kathy poked her head around the corner. The look on the shapely blonde's face was expectant.
"What did you decide? Are you going to rescue me from terminal boredom?"
"Uh, I don't know I'm not sure we should," Jessi said with her mouth while other parts of her were screaming for her to say YES!
"Aw come on Jessi have heart," the woman from corporate pleaded. "Fort Dodge isn't exactly the entertainment capital of America ya know."
"Well it's asking a lot from my mom to give up her evening like this," Jessi had made the necessary arrangements but she still wasn't sure she had the nerve to go through with it.
"Pleeease, " Kathy sighed with that adorable pout again.
"OK," Jessi relented.
"Wonderful! It's a date." Kathy enthused and started to walk away.
The word date sent a chill through the manager as she sat at her desk.
Her interpretation of the word based on experience was going out with a guy who'd probably try to take liberties sometime during the evening. Advances she was pretty sure she wouldn't welcome from a man, but what about a woman. The very idea made her squirm, but the idea lingered.
'Don't be ridiculous Jessi!' she scolded herself. 'You're just going to share a meal and some more conversation with the woman ... just like yesterday ... it's no big deal.'
'But what if people in the office find out ... what if she tells them ... what will they think?'
As her concerns swirled in her head, through unfocused eyes she saw Kathy coming back toward her. The blonde leaned close and whispered,
"Can we keep this just between us? It's kind of bending the expense account rules a little. I wouldn't want any embarrassing questions popping up at the end of the month."
"Of course," Jessi replied in relief. "I won't breathe a word."
Kathy winked and said,
"See you around six-thirty," and then she left.
Jessi felt like the gnawing feeling she'd had in her tummy when she agreed to dinner with the woman (who seemed to have cast a spell over her) got a little better as the afternoon wore on. Still she was a bit hyped up when she got home at four.
Nikki and BJ were off doing their after school thing so she made a beeline to her bedroom and stripped out of her working clothes down to her panties. She wanted to look nice—sexy—but she'd told her mom that it was a business meeting so there was that to think about.
The black lace panties were sexy.
'Too bad nobody's going to see them, ' she mused and chose a pair of black pantyhose.
Checking her beautiful firm breasts in the mirror she decided that the green sweater would be adequate to hide her plump areolas and their sensitive finger tip sized button in the middle; a bra would not be needed. She couldn't resist showing her tits a little appreciation. The rotary motion of her thumb on those puffy pebbly pink pleasure centers caused the gnawing feeling that had never completely subsided to jump and clench. She bit her lip to suppress the moan.
She laid the heavy black and green plaid skirt on the bed with the panties, pantyhose and sweater and headed off to the shower.
'No time to do the hair ... but it's OK, ' she decided and tucked her long brown locks into a shower cap.
The warm water was soothing in a way but as she washed she noticed that her skin felt—something—more alive, tingly. The washing process left her with a glow.
A few quick expert strokes of the razor left her underarms smooth. Sitting on the little seat the long sexy legs took a bit longer. With methodical strokes she persevered through her major shaving chore leaving her legs with a nice rosy hue.
She took a fresh razor for the final and most sensitive region. Spreading her thighs she recognized that the stubble was very light but—'Just to be thorough' she though and began to apply the shave gel to her vulva.
The gel was quite cool and she hadn't realized just how hot her cookie was. A squeal escaped her as the oh so sensitive tissue reacted to the temperature of the shaving lubricant. She was spreading it where the hair grew. She was not applying it to her labia, her hand was not starting that quick circular rhythmical motion—IT WASN'T!
.... There is more of this story ...