Mirage's Office 2/2
anonymous
October 20 2012, 23:01:41 UTC
After a few minutes if quiet drinking, they set their glasses aside, and continued to sit next to each other, Mirage throwing her arm behind Helen.
Helen looked at Mirage, sort of perturbed, as Mirage’s arm was not technically touching her at all, and yet it was though as if she could feel it.
Mirage looked back at her, gazing into Helen’s eyes in a sort of casual way, neither smiling nor frowning, and they both simultaneously leaned forward and two sets of lips met for a very long minute.
It was not a sloppy kiss, but it was a passionate one. Helen found herself kissing Mirage as much as Mirage found herself kissing Helen.
When they pulled away, Helen looked back at Mirage, who was smiling and nodded (Helen nodded back), before Helen leaned forward again, pushing Mirage backwards, Mirage’s upper back against the arm of the couch, kissing her fiercely as she began to straddle Mirage.
Straddling Mirage, Helen leaned down and touched her forehead against Mirage’s, breathing slowly in unison with her, with Mirage’s hands around Helen’s waist before briefly one hand slid upwards to cup a covered breast.
Helen bit her lip briefly before taking Mirage’s mouth in another kiss, her own hands playing with Mirage’s blouse buttons, opening them and touching her breasts. Mirage’s ever increasing breaths punctuating the quiet room as she did these things.
“I- oh,” Mirage muttered, trying to say something. But Helen had leaned down and sucked on Mirage’s neck, her tongue starting to lick downwards onto her chest.
Mirage had a hand on Helen’s thigh and squeezed, a lust-filled moan escaping Mirage’s throat, desperately wanting to continue, but her rational brain was reminding her of the facts: You are in your office with your married client making out at work right now and you have a another client due in quite soon!
Helen pulled Mirage’s blouse open just enough to reveal bra and pulled the fabric aside to reveal nipple and placed her mouth over it, licking and sucking on it.
Mirage exclaimed a loud moan, enjoying this so very much, wanting to continue so much, but as she knew the facts…
“Helen,” Mirage said, trying to breathe calmly and speak clearly. She patted Helen’s thigh, getting her attention. “We have to stop, I, er, have another client soon.”
Helen looked at Mirage, sort of perturbed, as Mirage’s arm was not technically touching her at all, and yet it was though as if she could feel it.
Mirage looked back at her, gazing into Helen’s eyes in a sort of casual way, neither smiling nor frowning, and they both simultaneously leaned forward and two sets of lips met for a very long minute.
It was not a sloppy kiss, but it was a passionate one. Helen found herself kissing Mirage as much as Mirage found herself kissing Helen.
When they pulled away, Helen looked back at Mirage, who was smiling and nodded (Helen nodded back), before Helen leaned forward again, pushing Mirage backwards, Mirage’s upper back against the arm of the couch, kissing her fiercely as she began to straddle Mirage.
Straddling Mirage, Helen leaned down and touched her forehead against Mirage’s, breathing slowly in unison with her, with Mirage’s hands around Helen’s waist before briefly one hand slid upwards to cup a covered breast.
Helen bit her lip briefly before taking Mirage’s mouth in another kiss, her own hands playing with Mirage’s blouse buttons, opening them and touching her breasts. Mirage’s ever increasing breaths punctuating the quiet room as she did these things.
“I- oh,” Mirage muttered, trying to say something. But Helen had leaned down and sucked on Mirage’s neck, her tongue starting to lick downwards onto her chest.
Mirage had a hand on Helen’s thigh and squeezed, a lust-filled moan escaping Mirage’s throat, desperately wanting to continue, but her rational brain was reminding her of the facts: You are in your office with your married client making out at work right now and you have a another client due in quite soon!
Helen pulled Mirage’s blouse open just enough to reveal bra and pulled the fabric aside to reveal nipple and placed her mouth over it, licking and sucking on it.
Mirage exclaimed a loud moan, enjoying this so very much, wanting to continue so much, but as she knew the facts…
“Helen,” Mirage said, trying to breathe calmly and speak clearly. She patted Helen’s thigh, getting her attention. “We have to stop, I, er, have another client soon.”
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I checked this randomly today and well- great job! :)
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