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Danielle leStephanie danielle is the head of SAP Holdings, a small successful business founded by her late grandmother, Stephanie Danielle after whom she was named, and from whom she inherited her business sense. Stephanie’s father had originally taken over the business when her Grandmother died but he was no businessman and the firm quickly got into difficulties. Rather than see SAP taken over and stripped of its assets Stephanie took over the running using all her resources to turn the company around into the current successful position it now enjoyed.Stephanie is tall, about 5 8 slim and delicately boned. She wears her blond hair in a short angular bob and dresses for business in very tailored navy suits. She is a young looking 30 and would easily pass for a 20 year old.She posesses a soft figure slightly curved almost boyish though her slim waist gives her feminine hips, the small mound of her belly further takes away any boyish looks that may have. Her delicate face is dominated by her grrey-green eyes, that can stop a person dead in their tracks. But under that serious business like exterior is a hot and passionate woman.Denise Jameson had climbed the Management ladder and now 24, she was in a middle management position entirely on her ability. Stephanie spotted her potential and promoted her to Administrative Manager.She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the neatest, most comprehensive reports of anyone Stephanie has ever known.Denise is of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her long dark brown straight hair frames her small elf like face, a contrast to her large deep blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Stephanie, going in for grey skirt-suits with white blouses, but she has one passion she loves sexy shoes, and wears them to add a little glamor to her plain work wear.She has large breasts, which made appear a little top heavy something she always felt somewhat selfconscious about when in male company. Her legs are slim and slightly muscular but not at all heavy and are often the source of male admiration particularly when she indulged in her other passion of wearing sheer nylon stockings. Her curvey hips and rounded bottom are accentuated by her slim waist and taut muscular stomach. Denise has an atention grabbing wiggle made more pronounced by her high heels, drawning whistles in the car park.Her bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young face already shows signs of “worry lines.” She is subject to stomach cramps, and somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Stephanie, who finds herself fascinated by the woman.A fascination returned by Denise, who thinks the world of Stephanie. She wonders at how she always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the sister she didn’t have.About six months ago, Stephanie’s secretary left the company because of pregnancy, and she placed an ad for a replacement. Several applicants showed up, and among them was Jonathan Sanders.Jonathan had all the necessary skills, and so, with a small chuckle at the thought of having a male secretary, she hired him.Two months ago, Stephanie invited Denise to a restaurant for dinner after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the edge of employer employee relationships, beginning to become friends. They have been out to dinner together several times since.After their last dinner, and a few drinks, Stephanie suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be more comfortable. Denise agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived Um. Good. Oh, what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Stephanie.Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous. Can’t you forget I’m the boss? We’re friends.”Sure, Stephanie.” Denise was not willing to tell her the real reason for her nerv ousness. Not yet.”Tell me some more about yourself, Denise. Do you have brothers or sisters?””No, and I always wanted a sister” Denise’s parents had been killed in a car crash when she was 12, and had been brought up by an aunt and uncle.”Do you have a brothers or sisters?” Denise replied”I have two brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to. We were a strict religious family, and there wasn’t much talk about the things I wanted to know – mainly boys, then. My brothers weren’t much help, they wanted to ‘protect’ me.”Another?” asked Stephenie”Ok yes, thanks.”She got up and walked to the bar.Stephanie ?”Yes Let’s be sisters.””What a wonderful idea! We could ‘adopt’ each other.””Yes. And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk about and do as k**s. We should celebrate, Ill open some champagne!”They giggled over pulling the cork, Stephanie holding the bottle between her legs, and Denise stroking the neck of the bottle.”What a big one you have, and what an odd color!” Denise laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to kiss Stephanie, finding her stunningly attractive. “What’s going on with me?” she thought.Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured.They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new “sisterhood.””But no favors at work,” Denise said after a moment. “I want no mistake,I’m gonna make it on my own.” The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.”Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me better.”They drank in silence for a while.”My aunt and uncle were religious, too. They made sure we all went to church and Sunday school and all that, but I stopped when I went to college.”To herself Denise thought, “I never was attracted to another woman before. Should I tell her?””I stopped going to mass many years ago,” Stephanie answered. “To me it seems the church doesn’t see that God made us the way we are, and, well, that it’s ok to enjoy what we’ve got.””I wish I were as beautiful as you,” the brunette whispered, as the red head refilled the glasses.”What? Silly, you’re a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think so, too. I’ve watched them look at you. Jonathan likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet.””He watches your bottom, too,” Denise giggled.”He’s good looking, isn’t he?””Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He’s got great buns, doesn’t he?” Denise was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close friendship making her feel very comfortable.”Oh, yes. I almost forget what I’m doing sometimes, watching his tight little cheeks.”They sipped some more. A warm cozy feeling was creeping up Denise’s insides. Her secret attraction to Stephanie, and the talk about Jonathan, to whom she was also attracted, was taking a toll.”You ever wonder what he’d be like? I mean, er, in bed,” she blurted.”Yes, but not enough to do anything about it… yet.” They laughed.They sipped a while in silence.”Do you have a man in your life now, Denise?”She had had several men, but found them generally too rash and insensitive, and not forming any lasting attachments. Besides, though she would like a warm, nurturing relationship, and fulfilling sex, she would rather not give anadolu yakası escort up her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry, and she was convinced that living with someone would be the same.”No, not right now. You?””Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was special. He was one of the few who didn’t mind my being ‘Ms President’ and who – well, he was exciting, but… no good.”Stephanie was very selective about those she allowed to participate in her private “rites,” and was fiercely loyal to her men- until they proved themselves “unworthy” of her, when she dropped them, often on their heads. She was willing to try anything to see if she liked it, and she usually did.”Stephanie? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another woman?””Wrong? No, of course not.””Would that make her a lesbian?””No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule.” Stephanie replied, “Why?” “Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom.” She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a thrill up her belly.”No,” she thought, “not here.” But the demanding warmth called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her clitoris.Meanwhile, Stephanie sipped more champagne and wondered about Denise’s question, and wondering at her own attraction to the sexy brunette. She got up, walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them.Denise’s touching had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her now swollen nether lips hungry. She spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud lengthening in its nest. Her fingers played in the medium-brown patch of gently curled hair, which barely covered her full woman’s lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her frilly inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and the little hot wad moved up and down in the caressing nest.Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the white cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her inner needs. She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to console her agonized need. Then she began to walk them around inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and warm lightnings in her belly.”She’s been gone a long while,” Stephanie mused, finishing her glass. “I wonder if she’s all right.” She chuckled aloud. “She’s had a lot to drink, I hope she didn’t pass out in there.”Denise’s hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her little moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a third finger into play. She clawed at her inner softness, her other hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass bounced on the toilet rim.”I better see if she’s okay.” Stephanie got up and walked to the closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within.”Denise?dDenise’s mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing from side to side, her three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast.Now Stephanie really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the door.”Oh! Excuse… Oh.” Embarrassed at having barged in, but fascinated by the scene she was witnessing, Stephanie stood a moment in the doorway. Denise turned three shades of purple, returning to the world, and began to cover herself.”Oh, sweet little sister, don’t stop. Finish what you started.”Denise’s hands really didn’t want to leave their work, and after a moment resumed their clawing. Stephanie watched, her own fires warming. She softly entered the room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Denise.”Oh yes. Oh, is that good? Mmm.” Her hands went to Denise’s face, pushing back a strand of hair.Denise had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot flesh of the front wall of her canal.The older woman leaned forward a bit, until her lips just brushed those of her newly-adopted sister. Her tongue darted out, just whisking against Denise’s soft red, also darting tongue.Stephanie found the buttons up the back of Denise’s sheer blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the brunette’s shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the front snap of her bra and undid it quickly. The older woman’s fingers gently drew the straps from the brunette’s shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Denise’s full large breasts were capped by brownish silver-dollar sized areoles surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard with her excitement. Stephanie’s hands went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently.”How big your areo les are! And look how your nipples pucker.” She bent and darted her tongue over them.Denise’s hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.The red-head leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard- puckered tip of Denise’s nipple, while her hand joined Denise’s own. At first exploring, then massaging Denise’s erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the little wad, watching Denise’s face.”Unn OOOOH!””Cum, little sister. Oh, yes, cum. You look so pretty when your cumming!”Denise reached the heights. She held it for one delisious moment, delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong, as tingling sensations and electric pulsations went off in her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round bum bumping on the seat. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half out of her body.”aah.”Skillfully playing the rhythm of Denise’s spasms, Stephanie gently stroked her button, extending the awesome throes of Denise’s pleasure. Slowly, the waves eased, settling into a warm satisfied glow. Stephanie was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel was ready, her black lace thong drenched.”Kiss me again,” Denise murmured.Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking the corners of her mouth. Denise’s tongue answered. The brunette’s hands went out to Stephanie’s body.Suddenly, she broke away. “Stephanie, I’m scared and I’m embarrassed. I… I’ve never… er…”The red-head replied, “Neither have I, sweet little sister. I’ve never even considered it before. Relax. We’re sisters, remember?””You always seem to know things,” Denise remarked, nodding.”Come on, let’s not stay in here.”They wandered back out into the hallway, Denise clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Denise’s bounteous breasts ataşehir escort were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.Denise took a big gulp of champagne. Stephanie smiled at her.”I’m hot, too, now,” she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as she looked at the full-chested brunette.Denise watched wide-eyed as the red-head began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused as well as her inner fires, which rekindled at the sight.Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Stephanie’s blouse. “I bet your breasts are beautiful.””They’re kinda small, not like yours.”The brunette stopped at her words. “Maybe she doesn’t want me to,” she thought.”Go ahead. Please. I want you to,” the red-head whispered.Denise slowly and gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under the belt, drawing the blouse open like curtains, unveiling the shapely fleshy mounds beneath. Stephanie was not wearing a bra. Though not large, her breasts were well shaped, full and firm, set high, and crowned with large pale pink areoles, which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.”Oh! They’e so beautiful. And I love your freckles!” Her chest, like her face, was sprinkled with little freckles.On sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the hardening pink tips. Stephanie’s nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She has been known to “get off” just on these. The sensation sent chills down her spine, and little sparks of heat in her belly.Stephanie removed the blouse and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Denise broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the red-head’s lips.Denise’s fingers explored the other woman’s firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down her neck and fastened her mouth around the full pinkness, flicking the tip of her tongue over the ripening raisins.Stephanie’s moaning grew.”Come, little sister.” She said, after a while. Getting up, she took Denise’s hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothes. Under the severe business suit, she had worn very feminine lace underwear in Ice-Blue, a color that accented her hair and milk-white skin.In fact, sometimes, she would go without underwear, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secrecy and the “naughtiness” of it.When she had removed the clinging material, Denise saw that her bush was full, a tangle of color slightly deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond-shaped, with a thin spear of color projecting three-quarters the way to her full, sensuous navel.Her legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were a delight to behold, and, as she bent to remove her stockings, the brunette glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature’s pink and frilly veil.Denise giggled slightly and removed her skirt and stockings. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed.Stephanie laughed. “We forget to bring the bubbly!””I’ll get it,” Denise laughed.Stephanie watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere.”Don’t forget the glasses,” she called out.Stephanie turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Denise returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Denise giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman’s neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the red-head’s smaller ones.Stephanie began to stroke Denise’s back, running her hands up and down the other woman’s spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the brunette back down to the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman’s rounded buttocks.Denise flicked Stephanie’s cone-shaped nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.Stephanie began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Denise flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full cones, and the red-head began to shiver.Stephanie cupped her hands over Denise’s breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her large nipples in her fingers.”That feels so good, Stephanie,” she murmured. Her hand strayed down Stephanie’s belly. “You’re so pretty. I love your red hair. See how it curls. It’s so full and bushy.”She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Stephanie’s belly. She pulled gently at the red curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between.The red-head put her arms around the brunette and pulled her onto her undulating body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman’s fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh against Denise’s thigh.Denise squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, Stephanie’s. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman’s lips were kissing the red head’s.She stroked the other woman’s belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.She maneuvered herself until her again erect bud was pressing hotly against Stephanie’s, almost like a miniature penis. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it touched both their triggers, then pumped it up and down.Stephanie lunged her hips forward and up, raising the pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the brunette’s. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other’s breasts, pulling each other’s nipples. The red and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing bodies sought release, their two erect love-buds straining against each other.Denise dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, “Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?”Stephanie was lost to thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge. She began to quiver, her nipples erected, her voice lost in little mewing whimpers.As Denise went up the ladder of excitement, a part of her was watching Stephanie. “She really gets into it, doesn’t she?” she thought. Stephanie had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat formed on her skin her areoles grew so they looked ready to burst, the tiny nipple standing erect.In the next moment, Denise, too, went over, plunging into the waves once more. Her lips clamped and released as her sphincters went into spasms, rubbing more fiercely against her slender ümraniye escort partner’s.Denise collapsed over the red-head’s body. They twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their after-shocks.”Ohh. Nice,” Stephanie breathed. “But I still want. Oohh. I want something in me.”She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Denise, and sipped. Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer and withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator.”Do you have any toys at home, Denise?”Denise was embarrassed, first at the sight of Stephanie’s toy and second to admit that she used them. Actually, when she felt the urge, at home, she would often and easily help herself with fingers, pillow and a toy. She usually kept her wants and desires to herself, not expressing them easily. But after a moment, she admitted.”Yes, a smaller one, though.”Stephanie walked back to the bed, brandishing the instrument like a sword. She sipped some more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still-moist lips, then stopped.”Here, won’t you do me?” she asked, handing the instrument to Denise.Denise hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Stephanie’s writhing, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink gates open.She gulped down the rest of the glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the red-heads knees.She lay the vibrator lengthwise in Stephanie’s valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Stephanie reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Denise probed the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its butt end, and turned it a little.A low pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Stephanie’s ample juices. Stephanie moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Denise watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself at home.With each entry Stephanie’s moans grew deeper. When half its length had disappeared, Denise turned the control up a bit more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument pulsing and growling in her hand.Denise pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more easily as Stephanie’s moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Denise was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.Denise’s free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing herself, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.Stephanie was squeezing her own breasts. She spread her fingers in a fan, and rotating her wrists, drummed her erect nipples.Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and forth.”Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!”Denise pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of Stephanie’s insides. She watched enthralled as the red head began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking.Denise’s hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.She watched the red-head’s pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in.”Ohh. Give it to me!”Stephanie bucked up, her body contacting the bed only on her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her freckles seeming to stand out, her nipples expanding.Denise turned the control up all the way. The instrument roared, it seemed almost to draw into Stephanie’s body of itself. Stephanie pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more deeply than Denise had dared.Denise rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in the red- head’s body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers.Again the rising moaning cry burst from Stephanie’s throat. Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Denise had released her hold when Stephanie dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Stephanie’s hot honey. Her round ass-cheeks glistened with it. Denise pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes. Stephanie’s whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a grimace.Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips. Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened. Denise turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator.”Ahh! Wait! Slowly.” said Stephanie.More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing.”Gee, I never cum like that,” she thought.Stephanie lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed. Denise looked at the instument, slick with the red-head’s honey. She lay down next to Stephanie, spread her legs and pressed it to her tunnel. How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied her, her watching the other woman’s pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work.She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took the device in both hands and pushed.”Ohh. Yes, its good. Ohh.”Stephanie awoke from her drowse at the sounds.”Oh, little sister, let me.”Stephanie took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.”Here. Lie over these,” she instructed.Denise rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.”Now relax, little sister.”Stephanie parted Denise’s lips with one hand and guided the huge instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in Denise’s body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.”Mmmm” Denise mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her.Stephanie worked more and more of the device into Denise, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Denise’s wiggling derriere, she advanced the control another notch, the device began to growl.The red-head pumped the vibrating device in and out of Denise’s hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how Denise’s flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out.Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Stephanie turned the machine on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Denise’s other opening with a wet finger tip.Denise’s cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles twitching and rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Denise came. And came.Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine.She clamped hard on the monster, as it roared within her. She thought she would pass out, but still Stephanie insistently stirred the machine in her body, stroked her little ring as it pooched in and out.At last she slumped, and the device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going.”Oh, Stephanie. That was… beautiful! Oh, I’m so tired!””Me too, sister. Stay tonight, we’ll sleep well.”