YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/coktail2.txt

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                                  Chapter 2

A week later, on Friday afternoon, Sandy came storming into Seanna's office.
'About the Blau proposal...,' she began.
'Yes, what about it?'
'Well, I think the figures are wrong.'
'Damn. Blau needs it Monday morning. Show me.'
'Well, here look. This. And this.' Sandy flipped pages and pointed to neatly
marked sections. 'And here.'
'You're right.' Seanna buzzed for Erika.
Erika walked in, 'Problem?'
'Have a seat, Erika. No, on second though, fire up the computer, we're going
to have to fix this. Sandy found a problem in the proposal for the Blau job.
It may take some time. Can you both work tonight?'
Sandy nodded, and Erika said she had to make a call to cancel something.
Time passed quickly for the three workers. Erika worked the computer, which
she did with a skill that surprised people who knew how little training she
had. Sandy was a genius at the facts and figures, and Seanna made quick,
accurate decisions, changing a word here, a sentence there. They made a good
team, but by the time things were put in order, and the new pages printed out,
it was well into the night.
'Listen,' Seanna began, 'we've done a big job, and a good one. I owe you
both thanks. Why not come up to my place, and we'll celebrate having found and
fixed this. If we hadn't, we would have lost us a bundle on the Blau job.'
Sandy thought exactly a quarter of a second, and said, 'Great. Thanks. I'm
too keyed up to go home, anyhow.'
Erika didn't even have to think. She had cancelled her date for that evening,
and was very curious about how 'the boss' lived. Besides, she liked both the
women. 'Thanks, Seanna. You're on.'
'Terrific. Lets go.' They packed up the proposal, stuffed it in a large
envelope, turned out the lights and left.
'Oh, Erika?' the red-head began, 'I don't know if the mail will get the
proposal to Blau's in time. Could you drive across town and leave it with her
night guard?'
'Oh, sure, Seanna. No problem.'
'And,' handing her some folded bills, 'could you pick up some fried chicken or
something? I'm starved, and I bet you two are too.'
'Yes. You bet,' the woman replied.
'Do you know where I live?'
'Riverside Towers, right?'
'Apartment 36-B.'
It was a short drive from the office to the president's apartment. The
doorman let them in, smiling an 'Ev'nin Ms. McCaffrey, ev'nin ma'am.'
'Hi. Matt. A tall, blonde woman will be joining us later. Her name is
Jansson, you can just let her in.'
Matt saluted, and pressed the elevator button.
The two women entered the apartment, and Seanna winked. 'We have about an
hour before Erika gets here, and I have some more champagne.'
Sandy chuckled. She had wondered about their relationship, since Seanna
had been 'business as usual' at the office.
They got the bottle, and turned the stereo on.
The cork was off, and the glasses filled.
'Sisters,' Seanna toasted.
'Right.'
They sipped some bubbly, then put their glasses down. Seanna leaned over
and kissed Sandy, pulling at her lower lip, then parting her lips to flick her
tongue into the brunette's mouth. They snaked their arms about each other as
their tongues twined.
'Wait a moment,' Seanna said, breaking off and getting up. 'Stay there, I
have a surprise for you.'
She walked off down the hall, and returned in a moment. 'Okay, it's in the
bathroom. Go look.'
Sandy hesitated a moment, remembering what had started in that bathroom
last time, then got up and went in.
'Oh Seanna! They're beautiful!'
'One's yours. Well, put it on, silly!'
Seanna had bought a matched pair of dressing gowns, fashioned like short
Japanese kimono. They were of black silken material embroidered with colorful
designs.
Sandy quickly shucked out of her skirt and blouse, and began to put one on.
'Oh, no,' Seanna interrupted, grinning. 'You have to promise never, never to
wear underwear with it, or you can't have it!'
'Oh. Well, alright.'
She wriggled out of her bra, squirmed out of her hose and panties, and
wrapped herself in the silky stuff. She knotted the wide belt which was all
that held it closed. The gown reached halfway down her thighs, leaving her
lovely legs exposed.
'Ohh. I see what you mean. It feels so... so...'
'Sensuous. Hang your clothes in my closet, and I'll put on the other one.'
'Oh, no. You watched me, now its my turn to watch you.'
Grinning, Seanna began to undo her blouse. Then she started to rock her
hips, and mimicked a strip- dancer. She made a production of peeling, and
Sandy was surprised to see that the red- head had worn neither bra nor
panties.
'You naughty girl!'
'I know! I've been hot all day.'
She drew the kimono on, knotting the belt authentically high on her body,
just below her perky breasts. Her shapely slender legs scissored beneath the
hem.
In a moment, two beautiful, but unlikely looking geishas emerged, and
returned to the sofa and the bubbly.
After finishing and refilling the glasses, Seanna asked, 'Do you like your
present, little sister?'
Sandy folded her arms around Seanna's shoulders and kissed her.
'Oh, yes, Seanna. Oo, the way it feels!'
'Good,' she said, drawing back the folds of her kimono to expose her
freckled breasts, her full pink nipples. She winked at Sandy, and continued,
'How will you thank me for it?'
Sandy giggled, put her glass down, and began to run her fingers over the
rosy cones. Seanna slipped down on the couch, till she was half- lying on it,
the kimono riding up to her waist.
Sandy's questing fingers gently squeezed the fleshy globes. She stroked
and skimmed them with the tips of her fingers, then gently flicked them each
with her tongue. She loosened the knot in the belt, and drew the silky
material apart, then drew her fingers over the red-head's belly, pausing to
play with her sensuous navel.
Her questing fingers strayed downward, playing in the red curls that
speared up the white softly curved belly, all the while, her lips and tongue
working the sensitive tips of Seanna's breasts.
After a while, Sandy's searching fingers found and parted the soft lips
hidden beneath the bushy curls. Then she wet her fingers in the champagne, and
stroked the scalloped little folds she had revealed.
She gently plucked and stroked, then finding the little wad at their
junction, attended to it. She pressed a finger on each side of the little
ridge above it, and slid them up and down.
'Ohh, that's nice. Mmmm,' Seanna spread her thighs wider, 'But doesn't
your big sister deserve a... kiss?'
'You really are naughty tonight!' Sandy remarked, but bent over the red
curls and began to kiss belly and thighs, tantalizing and teasing. Her hands
skimmed over the rigid cones of Seanna's nipples.
She sniffed the musky perfume of Seanna's womanhood, noticing how rich it
smelled, and bent closer. She parted the fleshy outer lips with her fingers,
then flicked her tongue-tip over the scalloped inner folds.
Seanna's hand went under Sandy's gown, and began to play with her breasts,
little humming sounds escaping her lips. Her fingers plucked gently at Sandy's
'berries', squeezing the young woman's large firm globes.
Sandy pursed her lips over Seanna's lengthening love bud, and sucked
gently, coaxing it further from it's nest. She ran her tongue over the ridge
above it, tracing it's outline.
'Is that nice?' she asked.
'Ummm. Yeeesss. Don't stop.'
Sandy worked her tongue tip around the red head's soft pink valley,
exploring, looking for the highest centers of sensitivity. She slowly stroked
the entrance of the older woman's tunnel. She flicked her tongue back to her
trigger, poking it gently. She pressed her tongue tip gently at the entrance
to Seanna's urethra, sending chills into the red head's body.
'Is it good?' she murmured.
'Unh hunh. Gooood.'
Suddenly, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she sat up, 'Well, I think I've
said 'thank you' enough. I'd like some, too.'
'You fox! It was just getting nice!'
'Well, then, slide around,' Sandy guided Seanna's hips onto the couch,
helping her to lie back comfortably. Then raising her gown over her hips,
carefully set a knee on each side of Seanna's head, and bending forward,
resumed her attentions.
'See, we can both be busy,' she said.
Seanna grinned as she guided the younger woman's hips downward. She
clamped her open mouth onto the brown- fuzzed lips, kissing the entire organ
at
once, savoring the perfume of Sandy's excitement.
Sandy had resumed her gentle tongue- prodding, finding the tip of the
red-head's trigger, working it gently with her lips.
Seanna extended her tongue, pressing it between Sandy's hot lips, working it
around. She sucked and plucked at the frilly inner lips, subtly kissing the
soft, hot flesh between.
'Ummm'
'Mmmng'
Sandy stroked Seanna's thighs and buttocks with her hands while flicking
her tongue back and forth between the soft fleshy folds of the red- head's
valley of love, prodding gently at the quivering wad of her trigger. Her own
love-bud was being caressed and pulled by Seanna's mouth and tongue.
Suddenly Sandy felt her tunnel being invaded gently by first one, then
another of Seanna's fingers, gently working into the wet, warm flesh of her
canal. Seanna's lips kept up their slow gentle sucking at Sandy's trigger and
the frilled folds of flesh surrounding it.
Both women began to moan, little soft cries escaping their throats while
they continued their attentions to one another.
Sandy pulled Seanna's knees up higher, and began to lick the length of the
valley of love, running her tongue it's whole length. Then she moved to kiss
at the entrance to the red-head's darker tunnel, prodding it with her tongue,
tickling it with her lips.
Returning her tongue to the quivering lips and love-bud, she slowly and
gently inserted a wet finger into the dark tunnel she had just left. She moved
it gently within the older woman, while working her tongue at the warm wetness
of her love tunnel.
Slowly, the inner heat in both women increased, their fires prodding them to
greater levels of abandon, their mouths and fingers working feverishly,
little cries and moans escaping their throats.
Gradually the moaning from both women increased, the little writhing
motions of their hips increased. Fingers, tongues and lips doing a frenzied
dance on each other's bodies, and finally, they cried out together.
'OOOOOOOHHH!'
'OOOOOOOHHH!'
Slowly they untwined, gently playing each other's after-shocks, kissing and
teasing gently. Then, sitting back up, kissed and hugged each other.
'Erika will be getting here soon, won't she? We'd better straighten up,'
Sandy remarked, looking at the clock.
'Oh, my, yes. She better not have forgotten the food, I'm starved!'
The two women adjusted their clothing, straightened the pillows on the
couch, and 'made their faces'. Seanna produced some more champagne, and set it
in a cooler.
Just in time, for as they finished, there was a rap on the door.
'Oh. There she is!' Seanna took a quick look around, winked at Sandy, and
opened the door.
Erika had been greeted by the doorman and let in. She whistled softly as the
elevator lifted him to Seanna's floor. She wondered to himself how 'the boss'
lived, and what she should say to the two women. She found them both very
attractive. She reached the apartment and knocked.
The door opened, and there stood Seanna, looking like a different woman,
transformed from the severely dressed business executive, wearing a very, very
short dressing gown, and smiling as she let him in the door.
As she entered, she saw Sandy seated on the big couch, dressed in the same
fashion. She really was surprised and excited by the sight of the two
beautiful women, and their apparel. As attractive as she had found them both
at the office, she now found them both irresistibly beautiful. She wondered
why they were dressed as they were.
Recovering herself, she said, 'Hi, ladies. I got some fried chicken, French
fries, a few rolls, and some soda. I'm so hungry I could eat a house!'
'Great, thanks, Erika. But we have something better in mind than soda,'
Seanna laughed as she pointed to the champagne in the cooler.
'And I'm sure we can find something tastier than a house,' Sandy added with a
wicked look.
'Take off your jacket, Erika,' Seanna suggested, taking the bag of
food, 'and make yourself comfortable.'
As Erika followed her suggestion, Seanna spread out the food on the coffee
table. Sandy patted the sofa next to her and said, 'Come sit here, I'll pour
you some bubbly.'
Sandy filled a glass for Erika and refreshed the other glasses as Erika sank
into the couch beside her. Seanna took a seat opposite them and opened the
bucket of chicken.
'I'm hungry too,' she said, taking a piece.
'Mmm,' said Sandy, reaching for a leg. As she did so, she 'accidentally'
brushed her left breast against Erika's arm.
Erika savored the delightful feeling, then reached for some food as well.
She looked up at Seanna, and while admiring her legs, said, 'The night guard
promised to put the envelope directly on Blau's desk.'
'Good,' Seanna said around the chicken. She raised her glass. 'And that's
that.'
They drank to the night's work, then ate in silence for a while.
Then Sandy took Erika's free arm with hers, and squeezing her leg just above
the knee, said, 'Erika, you did a great job tonight.' She wiggled herself
against her, crushing her left breast against her arm.
'Thanks. So did you.'
The cloth of her gown had fallen slightly away from her body, affording
Erika an excellent view of the ripe fullness of her other breast. She smiled
as she admired her turgid nipple. She smiled at her coyly.
Erika was thoroughly enjoying her position, but felt somewhat uncomfortable,
for she admired both women. She wished she were alone with one of them. Either
one, for, despite her cool aloof behavior, Seanna's eyes were speaking
clearly, 'I'm available.' She had always found them both very attractive and
pleasant company.
The situation was having a predictable effect on Erika's body. A noticeable
stain had begun to appear in her trousers.
Sandy disengaged her arm from Erika's and refilled her glass, then Seanna's,
and finally her own.
'So, do you think we'll get the Blau job?' Erika asked as she took a another
wing.
'Yes, I do,' Seanna replied, 'But let's not talk work. Cheers!'
Seanna lifted her glass, and the others raised theirs in turn.
Sandy touched glasses with Erika, then locking eyes with her, flicked the
tip of her tongue at the rim of her glass as she tipped it to her lips.
Seanna watched the goings-on with mixed feelings. She found Sandy's
forwardness very exciting, Erika's discomfort amusing, for she was obviously
enjoying it also. A certain twinge of jealousy spoiled the feelings, and she
was wondering whether to move to the couch to join them, when she decided on
another tactic. She reached over the table to bring the French fries closer,
and in so doing, let her kimono fall open enough to expose most of one of her
delightful cones, its ripe tip standing proudly.
She settled herself back in the soft chair, and with a meaningful look at
Erika, kissed her champagne glass.
Sandy looked over at Seanna also. 'Isn't she beautiful?' she asked Erika.
'Do you suppose she got this apartment number to match those lovelies?'
Erika's moistness had become quite obvious by now, her womanhood reacting to
the events and sights. 'You are both very beautiful.'
Sandy twined a finger around a button of her shirt and tickled at the light
hairs of her chest. 'Wouldn't you like to press her doorbells?'
Erika could hardly tear her eyes from Seanna's full rose-tipped freckled
beauty. She very deliberately brought her hand to it as though to replace the
kimono over it, but then, with equal deliberation, uncovered the other as
well. Sandy watched Erika's growing excitement with great interest, and was
herself excited by both Seanna's display and by Erika's femaleness, so near at
hand. She wound her left arm around her neck and tickled her left ear. Erika
tore her eyes from Seanna to look at Sandy, and found her warm, moist mouth on
her. She relaxed, 'Let the fates decide,' she thought, and gave Sandy a very
thorough kiss. Parting her lips with her, she tickled their insides with the
tip of her tongue. She sucked at her lower lip, she brushed her lips with her.
Sandy caught her hand in hers and brought it firmly up to her breast. Erika
cupped its fullness gently, then more firmly. Then found her way inside the
silky soft material to hold the soft flesh within.
Seanna watched with growing excitement. She found it difficult to sit
still, her thighs beginning to rub, her chest heaving. Seanna began to pluck
very slowly at her full conical nipples with the thumb and forefinger of her
left hand, while touching her tongue to the rim of her champagne glass.
When the two on the couch gently broke away, Erika looked over at her. She
riveted her eyes to her and kissed her glass, drained it, and parted her
knees. Erika eyes grew large as she took in the beautiful and enticing view of
her carrot-colored thatch framed by the white of her well-formed thighs. Her
eyes grew wide.
Sandy got up and crossed over to her. She murmured 'I want some of that
honey, too,' and, leaning over the arm of the chair, kissed Seanna on her
mouth. As she did this, she raised the hem of her kimono, so that Erika was
treated further with an excellent view of the join between her buttocks and
her thighs, the lower half of her full round nether globes, the gap between
her upper thighs, and the hint of brown curls in the gap.
Making sure that Erika had an unobstructed view of the proceedings, Sandy
ran her fingertips down from Seanna's shoulders, brushing ever so lightly over
the red-head's twin delights. She brushed her fingers up and down, then
clasped the rosy cones which so beautifully capped the older woman's breasts,
rolling them, gently plucking them, teasing them forth.
Erika was entranced by what she saw. She wanted to kiss, suck and pluck at
both women, but found the sight of what was happening held her transfixed in
her seat.
Seanna began to rock her hips in the chair, and her hands rose, as though by
themselves, to clasp Sandy by the buttocks. Her fingers pinched and
squeezed at them, following the line separating their roundness from her
thighs.
Sandy's hands clasped Seanna's breasts firmly, squeezing them. Her tongue
danced at the raised nipples.
Seanna looked over at Erika and breathlessly murmured, 'Come on, little
sister, our guest is getting hungry, too,' and leading Sandy by the hand,
brought her back to the couch, seating herself on Erika's left, and returning
the brunette to her place on her right.
'So she is, Seanna,' she remarked, eying the material of her trousers.
'Now,' Sandy smiled at Erika, 'you kiss her, too.'
Erika did as she was told. She explored her mouth with her tongue, she
greedily took it, sucked it flicked it with her own. She brought up her hand
and touched the flat of her palm to her raised nipple and brushed it, barely
touching it. She shivered with delight. She slowly cupped her hand, enclosing
the freckled globe, and gently squeezed. The red head twined her arms around
her neck, ran her fingers through her hair, and moaned softly.
Sandy watched, her heat growing. She was fascinated by the wetness in Erika's
trousers. Her fingers went out and touched the material, then traced
the outline of what was within. 'Oh, nice!' she exclaimed.
Erika turned to see what was happening.
'No,' Sandy ordered. 'Kiss her more. Kiss her titties.'
Erika shrugged and turned back to Seanna. She kissed her ear, then her neck.
She searched the hollow of her neck with her tongue. Her hand continued to
squeeze the firm globe, her fingers to roll the turgid cone at its tip.
Sandy continued her exploration. She found her belt buckle and solved its
little puzzle, undid the clasp of her trousers. Her deft fingers worked slowly
to open the zipper.
Seanna was unbuttoning her shirt with her free hand, running it over her
chest. She watched Sandy's efforts with eager anticipation.
Erika's hand turned to attend to the other freckled globe as her mouth found
the first. Her lips touched at the hot pink crown, her tongue wet it, her
breath chilled it. Seanna nibbled her ear, her breath becoming short.
Sandy opened the front of Erika's trousers slowly, like an unveiling. Her
womanhood was still captive in her red designer panties, but its outline was
plain.
'Ohhh. Very nice,' Sandy breathed, tracing the lips with her fingers.
Erika's hand trailed down and undid the knot in Seanna's belt, then drew the
silky material back. Her fingers trailed down her belly, and curled in the
reddish down below her navel. Her lips and tongue continued their attention to
the delights of her very sensitive breasts, and she delighted in the response
she was getting, and in the attention she was receiving as well.
Sandy pulled at Erika's trousers, and she lifted her hips. She drew them
down to her knees, leaving her in her panties.
Seanna began moaning steadily as Erika attended to her now super-sensitized
breasts. She began to quiver slightly.
Erika continued her exploration of Seanna, her hand working slowly down her
belly. She parted her thighs to admit her searching. She slid her hand between
her creamy white thighs, all the while continuing the attentions to her
nipples
with her tongue. Her fingers quested a moment, then deftly slid downward, one
on each side of, and one between her now puffy outer lips. Seanna hungrily
clasped her mouth on the back of her neck and breathed a long moaning cry as
she came.
'Ohhh, Erika!' Sandy whispered. 'Your making her cum. Don't stop. Oh,
yessss.'
She tugged at the waistband of her red panties, gently drawing them away
from her belly.
'Oh! Seanna,' Sandy exclaimed, 'Look!'
Seanna wasn't looking. Her hips writhed on the couch, pressing her heated
wet woman's lips against Erika's hand. She gasped, her moaning gradually
subsiding. She found Erika's mouth with hers and pressed her tongue between
her teeth. Their lips and tongues began to dance once more.