*Saturday Night*
A sharp hissing noise whipped though the air and Leah clenched her butt cheeks tightly, anticipating the impact which would follow. The contact never came. As she held her breath she was startled to feel the cool sensation of lube pressed between her parted thighs from behind from a single fingertip, as it slid smoothly along the edge of her lips, then pressed between them to find her clit. A shaken moan slipped from her body.
*Friday*
It was so soft, light and seemed to linger around Leah’s body in a teasing and tortuous manner. She kept her chin down but couldn’t help her pale blue eyes from flicking up towards Erin. Leah had no idea why when Erin’s breath seemed to intrigue her so much. Even though she had been watching Erin, Leah jumped visibly when she slammed a pile of thick, brown files onto her desk.
“I hope you don’t have weekend plans, we’re going to London,” Erin shot in her direction before turning sharply and striding around the cluster of desks to her own. It was Leah’s turn now to let out a sigh of disgust. She did have weekend plans, plans she had been looking forward to for weeks.
Between the two of them, even though their job titles were equal, Erin was in charge. This did not impress Leah though she couldn’t seem to put her finger on why she had this impression, or where the feeling came from. She had bored her room mates with it on more than one occasion with the usual “It’s the way she looks at me, who does she think she is!” coming out in a higher pitch than her usual softly spoken tone.
Leah waited now for Erin to offer the rest of the information which would surely come, drumming the pen between her finger and thumb against the desk. After a few moments of silence Leah exclaimed “I do have plans, It’s my room mates birthday, spa, dinner and drinks. I can’t miss that, she will kill me!”
Leah might have been exaggerating it a little for impact but it caused Erin to look up from behind her computer screen. “Our flight is at 7.15 tomorrow morning. I’ll meet you at 6.30 inside the entrance hall,” then after a short pause for breath Erin added with a slight smirk in her voice “Don’t bother buying my coffee outside, I won’t be able to carry it though security,” before turning back to her screen.
Leah ground her teeth together as her cheeks flamed slightly. This was exactly the sort of thing which made her feel just a little lower, even though she got the coffees in the morning and Erin brought the drinks at their evening meetings, Leah always felt her side of the arrangement was just, lower. Refusing to speak further to Erin, Leah spun her chair around and clicked fiercely on her mouse, opening her emails to find as she expected, the information on the weekend she was not getting verbally from Erin. Skimming the list she began to make notes in her head on what clothing she would need, what was in her pile of washing and what she would tell her room mate to get out of her birthday.
Erin turned around at her desk, pulling one of the files from between them and opening it. She glanced towards Leah as she did so and though it would have been hard to tell, a smile lifted the corners of her lips. In Erin’s mind, Leah was fairly clueless, boring, straight and worst of all, vanilla. These character traits amused her, even though it occurred to her that she also appeared to be all of these things in the office. She did not suppose her boss, who already felt architects were better if they were men and unattached to the use of the building, unlike women who “moved themselves in as they designed” would appreciate knowing either her sexual orientation or her kinky desires, though her dominant nature tended to shine though everything. Erin had her own plans, after their afternoon meeting she would head out. They had no evening work plans, but Sunday flights were cheaper than Saturday night and Erin did not plan on wasting her evening in London by sitting in with Leah. London had all sorts of clubs which their small town, and even the nearest city did not. She lived pretty hidden in her choices, and the trip to London now and then gave Erin the chance to change that for the night.
As Leah lay in bed that night, tossing and turning she struggled to get to sleep. Erin was in her head. Erin was often trapped in Leah’s head lately. They had worked in the same office for about two years, but only three months ago a number of staff were paid off, and a shuffle of partners occurred. Before then Leah only knew Erin by reputation. She lived for her job, had no husband and no children but as the rumour went, plenty of one night stands. As Leah lay on her back her mind drifted back towards Erin. She could understand why Erin was able to have one night stands. Erin was the very picture of an attractive woman. Her dark hair was cut close to her collar and always styled well, her make up if she actually wore any was flawless and subtle and her body, her body was perfect in Leah’s opinion. “I envy it,” flicked across Leah’s thoughts as she turned onto her stomach and stretched her arms towards the sides of her bed.
A couple of minutes later Leah was startled as her phone buzzed, reaching out with her eyes closed she flicked open the screen before sitting up and reading the text which had appeared, “Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow night and maybe some fun, E.” E was Erin, it was Erin’s number at the bottom but there had been nothing on the plans for Saturday night and what did she mean “again”. Leah read over the message once more then placed her phone on the side before sleeping.
Erin was still awake. She didn’t sleep well before travelling and was looking forward to the following evenings activities. Taking care with how she packed, knowing she was taking only carry on luggage she placed the detailed red corset, garter, stockings, strap on, and harness into the centre of her bag, then carefully wrapped a couple of tops over it before pulling the zip sharply around and securing a small lock.
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