Mary had been my co-worker for just over a year. We worked together at the same software sales company, and spent 3-5 days a month on the road. When we were first teamed up together, nobody thought that it would work out.

Now I was in my early 40s, while Mary was in her late 20s. I was of average height, with short brown hair and a better than average body (not ripped, but well toned). Mary was short and curvy, with what seemed to be a D cup, with nice hips and a firm bottom. And her red hair hung just below her shoulders. And when she put on her glasses for reading over a proposal she looked like the sexiest geek on the planet.

You see, everybody at the office knew that I was career military, and the stereotype of that of course is somebody totally inflexible in their outlooks. I happen to be far from that, but nobody at work knew that yet. The reason they thought that would affect us is that Mary is a Lesbian.

I had always been of the belief that what a person does in private is their own business, as long as it is not illegal. So this did not bother me any. It soon became obvious to each of us that we were going to be good friends in fact.

I looked forward to our evenings on the road. Most of the trips were from 3-4 days each, and were fun as well as business. It became our routine to go out to 1 or 2 clubs during the nights, and we would actually compare the ladies, telling each other which ones we thought were the best looking, best dressed, or might be the hottest in bed. Occasionally one of us would even get lucky, going with a partner to our own room or the other persons place for a night of fun.

We also spent a lot of time talking, either during the drives/flights to our sites, or in the evenings over dinner. In one such conversation, I learned that she had been repeatedly molested as a child. She did not say who, but I suspected it was her dad, since she never talked about him.

I already knew that she had a high sex drive, and would get depressed if she could not score at least once during our stays. Mary told me one time that she liked men, but the idea of having sex with them repulsed her. She knew it was because of the molestation, but was unable to change that. However, during our second year of working together, she was drunk and giggled to me “If I was ever to try it with a guy, you would be the one.”

We were in Texas for a 1 week convention, and the weather was nasty outside. We were lucky to get adjoining rooms, so opened the door that was between the rooms and sat in and ordered dinner to be delivered. So we sat in my room, eating pizza and drinking beer. We had my curtains open, and watched the storm rolling across the plains. It was a pretty sight, but I could tell she was not liking the thunder and lightning.

She told me that it scared her, and always had. After finishing off the pizza and beer, we said goodnight, and she returned to her room. I watched TV for a bit longer, then turned in myself.

A few hours later, I was awakened by a loud crash, and realized that the storm had taken a very bad turn. Several more claps of thunder followed closely afterwards. I heard a stifled scream, and Mary ran into my room and jumped into the bed, actually shivering. I held her as she lightly sobbed onto my shoulder, and waited for her to calm herself down.

When it was obvious that the storm was not ending soon, she asked in a quiet voice if she could sleep with me. I hesitated for a moment, and said that she could. The storm continued, and soon she was lying next to me, my arms around her as she jumped during the claps.

She told me of how bad her fear was, but that she could not help it. She started to lay her head on my chest, but recoiled violently and shook. I asked her what was wrong, and in a quiet voice she told me that it was my chest hair. I was only wearing under shorts, so I quickly got a T-shirt out of my luggage and put it on. That was good enough, and she laid her head back on my shoulder.

She finally admitted to me that it had been her father that molested her, and did so for almost 4 years. I felt saddened as she told me that. She said that his chest was as hairy as mine, and the touching of it caused her to react against her will. I softly caressed her back as we talked, and she admitted that it felt nice.

“Why couldn’t you be a girl” she joked. “I could easily love you, if I could ever stand to have you touch me. But just the thought of seeing or being touched by a penis makes me frightened and ill.”

I told her to relax, that I was simply trying to make her feel better, not to excite either of us. I moved my hands down to the small of her back, and she actually purred quietly, pressing her belly against my side as I caressed and massaged her there. I was surprised when she gently kissed my cheek, and thanked me for letting her stay with me.

We soon fell asleep. A few hours later, I groggily woke up, and discovered that we were lying spoon fashion, with her bottom pressed against my groin. My arm was around her waist, and was actually cupping her breast. I tried to quietly pull away, when she mumbled for me to stay.

“It’s OK, please hold me. It feels nice, and I can handle this.”

The only question was whether or not I could handle it. I had long been attracted to her large breasts, and I could feel that her nipple was stiff under my palm. I made an adjustment, and she sighed as I brought my other arm under her, Mary resting her head on it. The then reached for my other hand and pulled it across her body to cup her other breast.

All Mary was wearing was a thin T-shirt and panties. I could feel the warmth of her through the fabric, and found it very erotic and arousing. But remembering what she must have been through, I was able to keep any sexual thoughts out of my mind, and just hold her like she was, a scared woman that I cared about.

We laid there for a long time, and I was savoring the firmness of her breasts. They felt so nice in my hands, and I could tell that she had large nipples, because they were both hard under my palms. I buried my face into her hair, and smelled, enjoying the scent of her. I realized that I was getting an erection, and pulled my groin back. “No” she again whispered, and reached back to grasp my hip and used it to pull me against her again.

“I’m able to handle this right now, and I know that you can’t control it.” There was another loud crash outside, and she trembled in my arms. I whispered soothing things into her ear, trying to get her to calm down again. Mary started to lightly caress my arm, and said that I was very helpful.

I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, but she surprised me by turning her face, and kissing me on the lips. This was not just a quick peck either. Mary rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me long. I wrapped both arms around her, holding her gently and firmly. I wanted to hold her so badly, but did not want to scare her either.

After about 10 minutes, we broke apart, and she breathed out, saying “wow” as she did. We hugged closely, and she said that she had wanted to do that for a long time.

“I don’t have a problem with kissing you at all. I could do that all night long.”

To make sure of that, we started to kiss again. She slid her hand up into my hair, and I felt her tongue gently on my lips. I opened, and she slid it into my mouth. I gently caressed her tongue in my mouth, and she almost pulled it into her own mouth with hers.

We did this for almost an hour, just deep kissing and hugging. It was getting light outside when we finally took a break. I called down to the lobby, and learned that the show for the day had been canceled because of the storm. Apparently a power pole that serviced the center was damaged, and power to the center would not be restored until early that evening. I ordered room service again as we decided to just stay inside today.

After breakfast, we cuddled up again, and she told me that it must have been our long time working relationship that allowed what we did during the night. Also the fact that unlike her dad I was clean shaved where he had a full beard. I said that I agreed, and that I would never do anything she did not want me to do.

We rested for a while, then I awoke, again lying in spoon position, and with my hands on her breasts. I heard a soft moaning, and realized that Mary was moving slightly. I looked down carefully, and realized that she was playing with herself. My cock gave a lurch, and she must have felt it because she suddenly stopped.