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Adult ++
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6
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2,213
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Annual Meeting of RSWBO
Title: Annual Meeting of RSWBO
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean goes to a conference
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): F/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean and Louise
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.
*
The Annual Meeting of the Royal Society of Women Business Owners
On Monday morning Jean opened her calendar for the week and smiled. She was slated to be in Brighton for a weekend conference. A long weekend, actually. The conference ran from Thursday through Saturday but she planned to arrive on Wednesday and stay until Sunday.
“Sandy, can you come in? I want to review my diary with you.”
“I’m right here.” Sandy materialized in the chair next to Jean’s desk.
“How do you do that? You move more swiftly and quietly than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“Years of dance classes.”
“Ah. Well, this week is fairly light. I’m leaving Wednesday and will be back in on Monday. Next Tuesday I’m meeting with Mr Quincy at eleven.”
“Here or at Medical Research?”
“There. We’re fairly close on terms. But we’re going to need more secretaries with medical experience. Do you know any disaffected secretaries at any hospitals?”
Sandy laughed. “As a matter of fact I do. So does Judith. We’ll let you know by ten o’clock on Wednesday. What next?”
“Receivables.”
Sandy retrieved the ledger from the filing cabinet and she and Jean passed the next hour reviewing the status of their accounts.
*
“Goodbye, Judy. Goodbye, Sandy.”
“Goodbye, Mum. Enjoy the conference.”
“Have a good conference Boss.”
As Jean prepared to launch into a list of things for them to do, Judith cut her short. “We’ve gone over everything. We know where to reach you if necessary and we promise not to lose any clients.”
Jean laughed. “All right, Love.”
She left the building with a quick step and a light heart. She’d been attending this conference every year for the past nine years and it was always a special time for her.
*
There was a huge sign in the lobby of the hotel welcoming the conference attendees and the front desk was very busy with a fairly large number of women checking in. Fortunately, the queue moved quickly and in just a few minutes it was Jean’s turn to book in. Completing her registration she asked, “Can you tell me if Louise Huws-Willkie has arrived yet?”
“Yes. She’s . . .”
“Right behind you. Hello Jean.”
“Louise! Oh it’s wonderful to see you again.” The two women exchanged hugs.
“It’s wonderful to see you too. Are you done here? Good, I’ll walk up with you.”
Jean picked up her bag and the two women made their way to Jean’s room, their conversation quickly catching them on the events of the past year.
Jean opened the door. “What a nice room.” It had a big double bed as well as a small sitting area with a sofa, table and chairs. She put her bag on the luggage stand at the foot of the bed, slipped off her shoes and jacket and sat on the sofa; Louise sat next to her.
Louise Huws-Willkie was about Jean’s age, a few inches taller and slender. Her hair was held back by a cream coloured velvet band and fell smoothly to her brown shoulders. When they met four years ago, Jean was bowled over by this woman’s elegance and beauty.
“Hello.” Louise caressed Jean’s face and kissed her. Their mouths were open, tongues dancing with each other. Zippers and buttons were undone and clothes were cast aside. “Finally” Jean murmured, as they lay naked. Louise buried her face in her breasts, kissing and sucking them as Jean arched her body and pressed closer to her lover. They rubbed against each other, grinding and pressing as hard as possible.
Jean found a space between their bodies and slid her fingers into Louise’s wet cunt. “Ahh” she moaned and bore down on Jean’s hand as it moved in and out of her body. Louise’s orgasm began to build and her cunt muscles gripped Jean’s fingers, drawing them deeper into her. Jean’s mouth covered Louise’s as she came, her juices coating Jean’s fingers, leaking out of her body, running down her thighs and to the crack of her ass. Jean shoved her fingers, coated with Louise’s slickness, in her pussy and straddled her lover’s face. “Eat me. Please. I want to feel your tongue in me.”
Louise grabbed Jean’s ass and drew her closer, her tongue licking Jean’s pussy; she could taste her own come mingling with Jean’s. Jean’s scent filled her nostrils as her taste filled her mouth. “Mmm So fucking sweet.” She rolled her tongue and slid it as far as she could; then unrolled it and moved it side to side inside. One hand snaked between Jean’s ass cheeks and teased the puckered tightness, making Jean jerk hard against Louise’s face.
She pushed Jean on her back. “I love your tits.” She crushed them in her hands, pulling on the nipples until Jean moaned. “You’re mine now.” Louise fucked Jean’s mouth with her fingers. She whispered, “I’ll bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” Jean nodded. “I’ll make you wetter.” Louise took a nipple between her teeth and gently bit down and sucked and Jean thrashed on the bed, raising her hips, her hands rubbing between her legs.
“No, no, no. That’s for me,” Louise removed Jean’s hands. Louise set Jean’s flesh on fire with her tongue. She pushed Jean’s legs up over her shoulders and Louise’s tongue licked long, broad strokes from her ass to her pussy and along her thighs, making Jean writhe in ecstasy. She flicked her tongue quickly against the engorged clit. Jean’s grabbed Louise’s head and held it against her pussy. “Suck me. Eat me. Make me come”, she begged.
Louise fucked her with her tongue and Jean cried out. “Fuck! Yes!” She came with deep, shuddering convulsions, nearly out of control, as wave after wave of her orgasm rolled over her.
Louise’s face was wet and slick when she moved alongside Jean. “I love how you come”, she said. Jean smiled and gently caressed Louise’s cunt. Her sharp intake of breath encouraged Jean. She stroked the soft skin of her thighs, and with her tongue teased Louise’s clit and labia. “You’re so wet”, she said as she lapped up Louise’s juices. The taste and scent of her warm and wet soft brown flesh made Jean hornier than ever and she rubbed her own cunt against Louise’s firm thigh. Louise came hard, jerking her hips up and down, as Jean’s tongue explored her pussy, her juices dribbling down Jean’s mouth and chin.
As their breathing returned to a less ragged pace, Jean embraced Louise and lay behind her spoon-fashion. Snuggled together, they enjoyed the calm.
“It’s lovely to see you again.” She nuzzled the back of her neck.
“That feels wonderful. Oh God it’s good to be with you.” Louise turned and faced her lover. “Coming up on the train today, thinking of you, I couldn't contain myself. I actually had to go into the toilet and make myself come.”
“I felt the same way. But every time I went to use the toilet it was occupied. I had to content myself with daydreams.”
A little while later Louise sad “I’m going to the welcoming dinner at 8 in the main ballroom. Are you going?”
“Yes I think so. What time is it now?”
“Nearly 6.30” Louise got up and began to dress, picking up various bits of clothing from the floor and furniture. As she dressed they talked about the dinner and who they hoped to see and the various exhibitors they planned to visit with during the conference.
Dressed, Louise kissed Jean good-bye and said, “I’ll see you at eight in the main ball room”, and let herself out of the room.
Jean lay on the bed, smiling at the memories of this afternoon’s encounters and relishing what, and who, was to come.
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean goes to a conference
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): F/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean and Louise
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.
*
The Annual Meeting of the Royal Society of Women Business Owners
On Monday morning Jean opened her calendar for the week and smiled. She was slated to be in Brighton for a weekend conference. A long weekend, actually. The conference ran from Thursday through Saturday but she planned to arrive on Wednesday and stay until Sunday.
“Sandy, can you come in? I want to review my diary with you.”
“I’m right here.” Sandy materialized in the chair next to Jean’s desk.
“How do you do that? You move more swiftly and quietly than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“Years of dance classes.”
“Ah. Well, this week is fairly light. I’m leaving Wednesday and will be back in on Monday. Next Tuesday I’m meeting with Mr Quincy at eleven.”
“Here or at Medical Research?”
“There. We’re fairly close on terms. But we’re going to need more secretaries with medical experience. Do you know any disaffected secretaries at any hospitals?”
Sandy laughed. “As a matter of fact I do. So does Judith. We’ll let you know by ten o’clock on Wednesday. What next?”
“Receivables.”
Sandy retrieved the ledger from the filing cabinet and she and Jean passed the next hour reviewing the status of their accounts.
*
“Goodbye, Judy. Goodbye, Sandy.”
“Goodbye, Mum. Enjoy the conference.”
“Have a good conference Boss.”
As Jean prepared to launch into a list of things for them to do, Judith cut her short. “We’ve gone over everything. We know where to reach you if necessary and we promise not to lose any clients.”
Jean laughed. “All right, Love.”
She left the building with a quick step and a light heart. She’d been attending this conference every year for the past nine years and it was always a special time for her.
*
There was a huge sign in the lobby of the hotel welcoming the conference attendees and the front desk was very busy with a fairly large number of women checking in. Fortunately, the queue moved quickly and in just a few minutes it was Jean’s turn to book in. Completing her registration she asked, “Can you tell me if Louise Huws-Willkie has arrived yet?”
“Yes. She’s . . .”
“Right behind you. Hello Jean.”
“Louise! Oh it’s wonderful to see you again.” The two women exchanged hugs.
“It’s wonderful to see you too. Are you done here? Good, I’ll walk up with you.”
Jean picked up her bag and the two women made their way to Jean’s room, their conversation quickly catching them on the events of the past year.
Jean opened the door. “What a nice room.” It had a big double bed as well as a small sitting area with a sofa, table and chairs. She put her bag on the luggage stand at the foot of the bed, slipped off her shoes and jacket and sat on the sofa; Louise sat next to her.
Louise Huws-Willkie was about Jean’s age, a few inches taller and slender. Her hair was held back by a cream coloured velvet band and fell smoothly to her brown shoulders. When they met four years ago, Jean was bowled over by this woman’s elegance and beauty.
“Hello.” Louise caressed Jean’s face and kissed her. Their mouths were open, tongues dancing with each other. Zippers and buttons were undone and clothes were cast aside. “Finally” Jean murmured, as they lay naked. Louise buried her face in her breasts, kissing and sucking them as Jean arched her body and pressed closer to her lover. They rubbed against each other, grinding and pressing as hard as possible.
Jean found a space between their bodies and slid her fingers into Louise’s wet cunt. “Ahh” she moaned and bore down on Jean’s hand as it moved in and out of her body. Louise’s orgasm began to build and her cunt muscles gripped Jean’s fingers, drawing them deeper into her. Jean’s mouth covered Louise’s as she came, her juices coating Jean’s fingers, leaking out of her body, running down her thighs and to the crack of her ass. Jean shoved her fingers, coated with Louise’s slickness, in her pussy and straddled her lover’s face. “Eat me. Please. I want to feel your tongue in me.”
Louise grabbed Jean’s ass and drew her closer, her tongue licking Jean’s pussy; she could taste her own come mingling with Jean’s. Jean’s scent filled her nostrils as her taste filled her mouth. “Mmm So fucking sweet.” She rolled her tongue and slid it as far as she could; then unrolled it and moved it side to side inside. One hand snaked between Jean’s ass cheeks and teased the puckered tightness, making Jean jerk hard against Louise’s face.
She pushed Jean on her back. “I love your tits.” She crushed them in her hands, pulling on the nipples until Jean moaned. “You’re mine now.” Louise fucked Jean’s mouth with her fingers. She whispered, “I’ll bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” Jean nodded. “I’ll make you wetter.” Louise took a nipple between her teeth and gently bit down and sucked and Jean thrashed on the bed, raising her hips, her hands rubbing between her legs.
“No, no, no. That’s for me,” Louise removed Jean’s hands. Louise set Jean’s flesh on fire with her tongue. She pushed Jean’s legs up over her shoulders and Louise’s tongue licked long, broad strokes from her ass to her pussy and along her thighs, making Jean writhe in ecstasy. She flicked her tongue quickly against the engorged clit. Jean’s grabbed Louise’s head and held it against her pussy. “Suck me. Eat me. Make me come”, she begged.
Louise fucked her with her tongue and Jean cried out. “Fuck! Yes!” She came with deep, shuddering convulsions, nearly out of control, as wave after wave of her orgasm rolled over her.
Louise’s face was wet and slick when she moved alongside Jean. “I love how you come”, she said. Jean smiled and gently caressed Louise’s cunt. Her sharp intake of breath encouraged Jean. She stroked the soft skin of her thighs, and with her tongue teased Louise’s clit and labia. “You’re so wet”, she said as she lapped up Louise’s juices. The taste and scent of her warm and wet soft brown flesh made Jean hornier than ever and she rubbed her own cunt against Louise’s firm thigh. Louise came hard, jerking her hips up and down, as Jean’s tongue explored her pussy, her juices dribbling down Jean’s mouth and chin.
As their breathing returned to a less ragged pace, Jean embraced Louise and lay behind her spoon-fashion. Snuggled together, they enjoyed the calm.
“It’s lovely to see you again.” She nuzzled the back of her neck.
“That feels wonderful. Oh God it’s good to be with you.” Louise turned and faced her lover. “Coming up on the train today, thinking of you, I couldn't contain myself. I actually had to go into the toilet and make myself come.”
“I felt the same way. But every time I went to use the toilet it was occupied. I had to content myself with daydreams.”
A little while later Louise sad “I’m going to the welcoming dinner at 8 in the main ballroom. Are you going?”
“Yes I think so. What time is it now?”
“Nearly 6.30” Louise got up and began to dress, picking up various bits of clothing from the floor and furniture. As she dressed they talked about the dinner and who they hoped to see and the various exhibitors they planned to visit with during the conference.
Dressed, Louise kissed Jean good-bye and said, “I’ll see you at eight in the main ball room”, and let herself out of the room.
Jean lay on the bed, smiling at the memories of this afternoon’s encounters and relishing what, and who, was to come.