Bi-Sexual Female / 27
I Hate To Say It, But Woman On Woman Is Just As Good As Man On Woman
I was hired a year after college to work on an internal control project for a small publicly traded company. I was young and impressionable, and the man who interviewed me was a middle aged Controller with a lot of experience. I felt a flurry while talking to him and accepted the position without even asking how much it paid.
He was also attracted to me and he asked me to bend over and let him see down my cleavage, to pull my bra down so he could get a peep at my nipples. He liked me to bend over his desk while he fingered me, and bend over while he worked me over. More than once he kept my panties and he kissed me with his face up between my legs holding me by my butt cheeks. It was fun and I loved when he came by to see me, and I was always ready for him. That it was all so wrong at work and that he was my superior never entered the equation.
All went well for a long time, until I got a call from his wife. He had been in an accident and I needed to get to the hospital and help her hold vigil. He was hurt badly and broken, it wasn't his fault, he was T Boned by a dump truck. I sat with him, and held his hand and she sat with him and held his hand. Over the those days in the hospital me and his wife bonded. We talked a lot about anything and everything, until she asked me 'do I love him' or am I just an office piece of ass to him. I told her that I wasn't some piece of ass, as she put it, I did love him or why else would I be there.
When he was moved home, in a hospital bed that was put in the den, and a nurse who cared for him I stayed there with him. I wasn't the one who had to take care of him, in that sense, there was a nurse but I was there to be his emotional and loving caretaker. His wife relieved me when she got home from work, but to tell the truth I had taken family leave to take care of him.
At one sitting I reached under the covers and held his penis and stroked him and he responded. I told the nurse to step out because I was going to give him a blowjob. She stood there so I gave him a blowjob in front of her. He wasn't able to finish, but he was well aware I was there for him. The nurse quit that day and good riddance, I could take care of him and I don't just mean nursing care. He was awake by then and his body was recovering, but he needed the care that only a woman could give him.
It took a long time really, nine months before he was able to return to work, but by then I had given up my position to take care of him. His wife continued to work, because of the money, but I filled her in every day as to how he was recovering. When it was appropriate she took care of his needs, and at other times I took care of his needs. For whatever reason she had become 'very fond' of me. By very I mean 'very' and we sat and talked all night long and played girl games, while he was in bed sleeping. I learned that sometimes girls get so close when the man they love is hurting, and the only way to relieve the anxiety is with each other.
I learned a lot about clitoral stimulation, and oral satisfaction. I learned that a breast massage was everything. I learned why she never wanted to have children, and that I wasn't the first girl she was very fond of. As long as we had our girl time together she was open for me to have my woman time with him. When he was well enough to take the initiative I was more than happy to help him. What between being girl lovers with her and woman lover to him I was burning the candle at both ends.
All I can say is that I was young and impressionable. I had never had an affair with a man and much less with a woman. She married for all the right reasons, he could make more money than she could. But like me there was this thing in her, sometimes you need to be very fond with a woman. I'm not just a clit freak, or a tit babe or anything, I suck him 'dry' and let him fuck me to completion. But when it comes to just pure loving, I love being in her bosoms. There is something about her breasts that I just can't shake, and sometimes when things are getting to the point of breaking I call out Mama Mia.
He was also attracted to me and he asked me to bend over and let him see down my cleavage, to pull my bra down so he could get a peep at my nipples. He liked me to bend over his desk while he fingered me, and bend over while he worked me over. More than once he kept my panties and he kissed me with his face up between my legs holding me by my butt cheeks. It was fun and I loved when he came by to see me, and I was always ready for him. That it was all so wrong at work and that he was my superior never entered the equation.
All went well for a long time, until I got a call from his wife. He had been in an accident and I needed to get to the hospital and help her hold vigil. He was hurt badly and broken, it wasn't his fault, he was T Boned by a dump truck. I sat with him, and held his hand and she sat with him and held his hand. Over the those days in the hospital me and his wife bonded. We talked a lot about anything and everything, until she asked me 'do I love him' or am I just an office piece of ass to him. I told her that I wasn't some piece of ass, as she put it, I did love him or why else would I be there.
When he was moved home, in a hospital bed that was put in the den, and a nurse who cared for him I stayed there with him. I wasn't the one who had to take care of him, in that sense, there was a nurse but I was there to be his emotional and loving caretaker. His wife relieved me when she got home from work, but to tell the truth I had taken family leave to take care of him.
At one sitting I reached under the covers and held his penis and stroked him and he responded. I told the nurse to step out because I was going to give him a blowjob. She stood there so I gave him a blowjob in front of her. He wasn't able to finish, but he was well aware I was there for him. The nurse quit that day and good riddance, I could take care of him and I don't just mean nursing care. He was awake by then and his body was recovering, but he needed the care that only a woman could give him.
It took a long time really, nine months before he was able to return to work, but by then I had given up my position to take care of him. His wife continued to work, because of the money, but I filled her in every day as to how he was recovering. When it was appropriate she took care of his needs, and at other times I took care of his needs. For whatever reason she had become 'very fond' of me. By very I mean 'very' and we sat and talked all night long and played girl games, while he was in bed sleeping. I learned that sometimes girls get so close when the man they love is hurting, and the only way to relieve the anxiety is with each other.
I learned a lot about clitoral stimulation, and oral satisfaction. I learned that a breast massage was everything. I learned why she never wanted to have children, and that I wasn't the first girl she was very fond of. As long as we had our girl time together she was open for me to have my woman time with him. When he was well enough to take the initiative I was more than happy to help him. What between being girl lovers with her and woman lover to him I was burning the candle at both ends.
All I can say is that I was young and impressionable. I had never had an affair with a man and much less with a woman. She married for all the right reasons, he could make more money than she could. But like me there was this thing in her, sometimes you need to be very fond with a woman. I'm not just a clit freak, or a tit babe or anything, I suck him 'dry' and let him fuck me to completion. But when it comes to just pure loving, I love being in her bosoms. There is something about her breasts that I just can't shake, and sometimes when things are getting to the point of breaking I call out Mama Mia.
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