LipstickLeslee (3 page)

But how had she gotten on that fence, and why did I not see
it until now?

“The contest starts in twenty-five minutes. Get your asses
out of the gutter and in line by the fucking stage.” He didn’t wait for a
response. Instead, he slammed the door and his footsteps sauntered away.

“Melanie.” I said it gently, but I saw her shoulders quiver.
“Hey, don’t make me stumble across the room and risk breaking my leg. Come back
here.”

She inhaled with an exaggerated huff and finally whirled
around on her stilettoes. “I
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I don’t
know.”

“You don’t know what?”

She crossed to the leather sofa and plopped down on it,
making it squeak as she settled in. Her hair was a fuck-me mess and her face a
beautiful, disordered conglomeration of my makeup and hers blended into one.
The black dress was in a haphazard bunch near her hips, though it was pulled
down just low enough to cover her pussy.

“I don’t know what just happened.” She scrubbed her hands
over her face, then slammed her head back against the sofa and stared at the
ceiling. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know
why
I
did that.”

I reached for a sample bag of tissue and stuffed it in the
makeup tray. Somehow by the grace of all that’s holy, I was able to slither off
the desk and get my footing. I grabbed the makeup box and carried it with me to
the couch. Very carefully I nudged her knees apart with my legs and knelt
before her. I set the box on the sofa at her right, handed her a tissue and
rested my arms and hands on her thighs.

“Melanie. Look, it’s okay.” I rubbed the tops of her thighs
with my palms, delighting in the way it made her quiver and her legs fall
farther open. Her skin was like satin beneath my touch, so much more than any
other woman I’d ever been with. I caught a glimpse of her moist pussy but
dragged my gaze up to meet hers. Torment lit the dark-cocoa irises.

“There’s nothing wrong with two women kissing, whether
they’re lesbian, bisexual or heterosexual. You understand?” I prompted gently.

“Or if they’re just curious?” she asked in more a whisper
than out loud. She swiped at her mouth with the tissue, clearing her face of the
smeared remnants of our kiss.

I smiled at her and reached up to cup her jaw, tilting her
head down so she looked me right in the eye. “Even if they’re just curious. And
if ‘they’ are just curious, I’d be honored to be the one to appease that
curiosity. Do you understand what I’m saying, Melanie?”

Because hell, there was no way after
that
amazing
response that I was going to let this one get by me.

She nodded, looked away. When her gaze swung back to me, it
looked as if she’d gathered up some courage. She blurted out, “I am curious,
Leslee. Ever since I walked in on my stepmom and my best friend Kaydee, um
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well, in bed you know, I’ve been plagued
with curiosity. And
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”

“And?”

Melanie blinked. She took a big breath and reached for my
hand. Her legs spread wide open. My jaw nearly hit the couch when she dragged
my hand up and under her bunched-up dress and pressed my palm to her damp
womanhood, covered only by a wisp of a black G-string. Her eyes rolled back in
her head. A growled response came out of her tight throat. “And this incessant
arousal that’s been plaguing me ever since I saw Kaydee naked. Oh god, it feels
so
good to have you touch me there. And you look so feminine and
gorgeous in that dress and in that wig and with the makeup on.”

I was getting the picture. This was a woman who’d had
feelings of same-sex attraction buried inside her for who knew how long, and
hadn’t known it or at least faced it until recently. I remember she’d briefly
given me a rundown on walking in on her friend and stepmom, but she’d said it
with such contempt that I’d assumed her anti-gay repulsion was real. Only now,
here she was admitting without realizing it that what had put her over the edge
and made her face her desires was first the incident with her friend, and now
me dressed up femininely rather than my usual butch or neutral-gender style of
clothing.

Ah yes. Melanie liked to
be
femme and indulge
in
femme women at the same time. She’d decided—just now realized?—that she was
more curious about the lipstick lesbians rather than the masculine ones.

So if getting this yummy chick in bed meant putting on some
lipstick and a stupid dress, well I just might be persuaded
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“I’m your boss, Melanie. Are you sure you’re okay with
this?” I had to get the rules straight before I went any further. I couldn’t
afford to bring discord or a lawsuit to my day job. I needed that hotel
salary—all of which already went straight into a separate account in
anticipation of Charles fucking Pussycat’s up and yanking it out from
underneath me. It was my safety net for the day he finally sold his sixty
percent to Bards Holdings.

Anyway, if the awkwardness of my being her boss
and
lover could be worked out, then the only problem left for me was that I worried
I still couldn’t fit her femme desires even with gobs of makeup on and this
slip of a dress. But hell, that wasn’t going to stop me from at least getting a
sample of her while I could. Shit, I’d play dress-up with her every night,
whether I dug it or not, if it got me this hot, mewling woman begging for me to
touch her and kiss her.

Mmmm, my mouth moistened. And fuck her and taste that
gorgeous pussy. I pushed aside the G-string and traced each shaven, wet labia
with a fingertip, which made her cry out in this sexy, high-pitched girl-song.

“Yes, oh gosh, yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything in
my entire life. Make love to me, Leslee. Just do it. I wanna know what it’s
like.” She made the leather sofa squeak as she wriggled forward, pressed harder
into my hand and held her legs open like a gymnast doing the splits. My heart
skittered in my chest. Her pussy resembled an aerial view of a pink rose in
bloom, the outer and inner folds reminding me of the satiny petals, while the
clit and vaginal opening looked similar to a rose center where nectar formed.

I brushed my thumb over the very tip of her swollen clit.
The entrance to her pussy tightened then opened wide. White cream filled the
center, reminding me of a delicious cream-filled donut. She dug her fingers
into the sofa and held on, swiveling her hips up and around so that my thumb
never stopped stimulating her.

“Ah, Lez, mmmm
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” She
thrashed her head from side to side. Her legs trembled as she attempted to keep
her feet balanced on the spiky heels.

I leaned forward and blew on her pussy, increasing the
pressure with my thumb as I rolled it in a circular motion. I caught her
woman’s scent, so fresh, musky and sweet. My libido sped up. All I could think
of was tasting her, watching her face contort in ecstasy as I brought her to
that special woman-on-woman brink of bliss.

She groaned aloud and lifted her hips closer to my face. “Do
it, Leslee, please. Eat me out.”

A surge of desire sped through my veins and my pussy
engorged with wet heat, soaking the stupid G-string I wore beneath my dress.
There was no doubt I could taste her and make her come within a few moments,
while rubbing myself off as I knelt between her knees. But I wanted more. I
needed more than just a quickie that would probably go forgotten by her in the
end. I had to make it so that she couldn’t forget me, or how amazing it could
be between two women.

So I buried a finger inside her moist, tight cunt and leaned
closer to her so that my breasts snuggled atop her lower abdomen. She cried out
again, panting, thrashing. I nuzzled at her breasts, inhaling her perfume as I
bit the edge of the bodice and drew it aside, exposing one tit. It popped out,
a beautiful pale mound of perfection tipped by a taut, dark nipple. I
finger-fucked her, slow at first, then I picked up the pace as my tongue alternated
laving her nipple with sucking and gently biting it.

Now that I had her wet and ready and horny, it was time to
go in for the tender kill. I kissed my way up her chest, continuing to fuck her
pussy with my finger. Slurping sounds filled the small office space,
interrupted only by our mutual moans, her ragged breathing and the rocking
rhythm of the sofa as she thrust her hips into my hand. The
Santa Baby
holiday song out in the bar made for a sexy background, but this woman was all
I needed to set the mood.

I kissed the underside of her delicate jaw, savoring the
silky feel of her skin against my lips, then I found her pulse along the side
of her neck. She sighed and tipped her head back to allow me complete access. I
filled my free hand with her bare breast, and the fire that lit my groin was an
inferno the likes of which I’d never experienced with any other woman in the
last few years since my divorce. Her long hair streamed along her shoulder and
upper arm, giving me a private cocoon to explore her flesh with my mouth while
my hand massaged her breast and lightly pinched her already hard nipple. I
suckled at her neck and she trembled, wheezed, moaned aloud.

The entire time I’d been working on her, she’d had her arms
either resting on the sofa at her sides or clutching her thighs. But now they
slid up and clamped around my shoulders. She tugged me close, and while it had
been my intent to finally end my taste-journey up her smoking-hot body at her
mouth, it was Melanie who pulled me to her instead.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her eyes two large round discs of
amazed desire. “I want to finish seeing what it feels like to kiss soft lips
without all the whiskers and roughness.”

“Melanie
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” I dragged
my palm up the slope of her chest and tangled my fingers in the thick hair at
her nape. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve fantasized about you? About this?
About making love to you and touching you and—”

Her mouth came down on mine, silencing my profession of pure
infatuation. Just as well, because I had no idea how far I’d been about to go
with all that. Something about her made me reckless and needy. Needy as I was
now with her silken lips skating over mine and her satiny little tongue darting
into my mouth, circling my tongue like some teasing little slut who only wanted
her own urges satisfied and didn’t care about the other person.

She drank of me and suckled on my tongue. Her kisses were
pure passion. Yes, the woman knew how to kiss, as evidenced by my soaking-wet
pussy and the throbbing in my groin each time she started a new round of
devouring and lip-nipping and suck-my-soul-dry kisses.

I continued to slide my finger in and out of her as she
kissed me, adding an occasional swipe of her clit with my thumb. It gave me
that small edge of control over her mesmerizing kissing, reminding her I was
the one with the experience and the power to bring her to orgasm.

Somehow I broke free of her kiss and her spell and moved
back down her body. While she moaned and bucked, I made a trail along each
breast, down her flat, quivering belly to her hips. I gave each one an
exaggerated bit of attention before I finally moved front and center.

“Yes…” Melanie cried out when I took my first taste of her
swollen bud. The flavor was the sweetest I’d ever tasted on a woman, and I’d had
more than my fair share since the divorce.

“Ah, you are perfect, Mel. Delicious, more than I ever
imagined you’d be.” I removed my finger and dragged her closer to me so that
her ass hung off the edge of the sofa. And wow, what an ass. The puckered little
hole surrounded by the firm glutes just begged for my attention. But not this
time. That would be for another time after I’d broken her in and gotten her to
the point where she begged for more.

Her glazed eyes caught my gaze over the length of her swollen
breasts and the flat slope of her belly. “You’ve imagined this before, being
with me?”

“Oh yes.” I chuckled and flicked my tongue back and forth
over her juicy clit. Her creamy flavor burst on my tongue, while her perfume
mixed with the tangy scent of her woman’s juices and filled the space between
us, teasing my nostrils and making me crazy with desire. “Ever since I laid
eyes on you that day you walked in my office at the hotel for your interview.”

“Really?” She grinned and moaned at the same time, and the
blinding whiteness of her smile seemed to snatch the air from my lungs.

I smiled back at her, but my grin faded. “Melanie, are you
sure you want to go through with this only to later wish
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”

My words must have brought her back to reality. A cloud of
indecision and warring emotions crossed her beautiful face and stormed in her
eyes. “I-I
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Hell, I don’t—”

I bent my head and swirled my tongue around her clit,
regretting my warning to her, suddenly afraid she’d change her mind before I
got to prove myself to her.

“Oooh…” She screamed it out so loud, the bartenders had to
have heard it. Her hands threaded in my hair and her hips came off the sofa,
doing this swiveling dance against my hungry mouth.

I’d had this sudden horrifying sense that she might change
her mind, so I’d decided on a whim that I couldn’t let that happen, not when I
had her all spread out before me like a Thanksgiving feast. I couldn’t help
myself, so here I was going in for the kill. No more tenderness, no more taking
my time. I sucked and licked her hard, moving down at intervals to tongue-fuck
her sopping-wet pussy hole. She went wild on me, growling like a pussycat, her
tits, both free of the dress now, bouncing above me as I finger-fucked her hard
and fast while slurping and devouring her clit.

Damn, what heaven this was—
she
was. I had to have
her, all of her. She was my fantasy come true, the woman I’d been dreaming
about for nearly six months now, the one who’d ruined all my chances at love or
even good sex with any other woman just because it seemed no one could compare
to her.