Working at a five-star hotel in Flagstaff Arizona, Angela and I were more than just colleagues. Over the years, we had built a strong friendship, as we carpooled daily, sharing countless conversations, from the normal humdrum talk everyone has, at other times the chat moved to the erotic parts of life, often in the erotic talk conversation my panties became very wet.
Angela worked as the manager at the front counter, and I worked as the administrative secretary for the manager of the hotel, both of us had the same work schedule, Monday through Friday 8:00 to 5:00.
Angela and I lived in the same neighborhood, and her home was across the street, and two homes away from where I lived.
Angela had told me about the job as the administrative secretary when the position opened five years ago.
Angela had given me the best letter of recommendation that I had ever received, and we had been carpooling from my first day.
The hotel gave each employee the opportunity to use the luxurious amenities, on slow guest days of the hotel.
Angela and I took full advantage of the facilities by slipping into the hot tub after work or unwinding in the steam bath, letting the tension of the day melt away. It was our little ritual.
The guest changing room had no privacy, just lockers on the walls and a bench running down the center of the room, but we never really cared. We had nothing to hide from each other.
When changing, into our bikinis, I would sneak glances at Angela, admiring her figure, the curve of her back, the soft lines of her body, watching her Boobs sway as she moved, waiting and watching as the cool air hit her body and breast, watching as her peeks begin to swell to full hardness, glancing between her legs to find a clean shaved opening to her center, It was all very subtle, at first.
One day, I caught her watching me, her eyes lingering a moment too long. Neither of us said anything, the air between us shifted slightly, charged with unspoken sexual curiosity.
Angela was a few years younger than I was, at twenty-eight, standing at 5’5” with shoulder length brunette hair, skin that was alabaster, full soft lip (Oh hold on I am getting ahead of myself) slim and full-bodied with full 34 C breast, hips that rivaled any supermodel, nice tight rear end, just a hand full of cheek on each side. She had been married to a highway patrol officer, he had cheated on her and was living with another woman, she divorced him and lived across the street from us in their home.
Days passed, and the silent attraction grew. It was a quiet dance, fleeting looks, soft smiles, the brush of skin when we shared close quarters. One evening, on our usual drive home, the silence between us felt heavier than normal, as if the truth were just waiting. The sun was setting over the mountains, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange, and I felt an urge that I could no longer suppress.
Angela, I began, my voice soft but steady, asking her the question.
“Have you ever thought about… us?
Being together, more intimately?”
Angela’s eyes flicked to mine, surprised but comfortable.
A slow smile spread across her lips, and she nodded.
Answering “I have.”
Gaylee, you are the most stunning person I have ever met in my life, you have that come-get-me body, thirty-two triple-D boobs, a very tiny waist, and beautiful stunning muscular legs and arms. Flat tummy and tight rear end, and you should have been a cover model with your stunning green eyes, a nose that just fits your face, with stunning full lips. A great smile, and a beautiful personality, you are the full package, and I just love looking at you when we change.
A wave of excitement rushed through me. We talked quietly for the rest of the ride; words spoken had a fuller meaning. When we finally got home, we did not waste any time.
My husband was out for the evening, and the house felt like it was ours alone, a secret world where we could explore these new feelings.
In the privacy of our bedroom, we let go of the inhibitions that had held us back for so long.
Angela’s touch was gentle on my skin, as she removed my clothing, lingering on my breast as she removed my bra, the gentle touch as she traced my backbone and down to the crack of my rear end.
I could feel Angela’s skin warm beneath my fingers, as I removed her clothing, the anticipation had made me very wet, my opening was dripping and running down my legs. I felt my heart beat faster, my skin warmed, and all my senses came alive as I kissed her.
My peeks stiffened to a painful hardness, as her hand found my opening, sliding two fingers inside of me, I bucked against her hand and fingers, I had waited for this moment with anticipation for so long that I climaxed at once as she moved inside of me.
Breaking, the kiss I sucked one of her hard peeks, moving a hand to her center, sliding a finger inside, moving deep, pulling out her wetness, moving my fingers onto her hard Nub. She moaned and pulled away.
Angela asked Gaylee what are you doing to me?
She said I feel so overwhelmed, my legs are shaking, my nipples hurt, my wetness is overflowing, I felt your climax on my fingers, are we going to make love here and now?
What if your husband comes home?
Angela moved to the bed and lay down, I moved onto the bed with her, crawling between her legs. With overwhelming lust, I looked at her opening, seeing her outer vaginal lips had swollen, and wetness covered her vagina, moving and kissing my way up her legs she pumped her hips and demanded that I touch her opening, I just smiled and said patience is a virtue and in the end, it will overwhelm you, your climax will be the best you have ever had.
With slow deliberate strokes, I worked my way to her opening and kissed it, moving my tongue into her. Savoring the sweetness of her juices, kissing, and sucking on her pussy, moving my hands to her hard nipples, I pulled on them as I savored the sweet taste of her, she climaxed on my tongue and my face.
I Moved up her body, licking, sucking my way to her mouth, I began to kiss her, Angela could taste herself as we kissed, she had an urgency to her movements, she was holding me tight as we played with each other, pulling back, I said there is more fun to be had.
Moving to my bedside table, opening the drawer, I pulled out a double-headed toy, Angela looked at me saying, when and why, did you buy that monstrosity?
I said I have been watching porn movies with my husband, and just knew we were going to make love someday, so I bought it just for us to use.
We both broke out laughing.
Angela looked deep into my eyes, and with laughter in her voice she said do you know how to use that, did it come with an owner’s manual, I said yes that was what the movies were all about.
She looked at me with lust in her eyes and taking the initiative she placed the toy inside of my open wet core, she did the same thing to herself, with some false starts on how to move, we found a rhythm and leg placement that worked, we rocked to three orgasms, it was so fulfilling to have her in my bed.
Later, as we lay tangled in the sheets, the room filled with the quiet hum of our breaths, I felt a sense of peace. Angela had been a part of my life for so long, but this was something new, something more. We both knew this was not just a fleeting moment—it was the beginning of a deeper bond.
When my husband came home later that evening, Angela and I shared our experience with him.
My husband and I had discussed it beforehand. What we wanted in a relationship with Angela was not just about physical pleasure, it was about the trust and openness that defined our relationship.
What had begun as a quiet attraction between Angela, and I had blossomed into something beautiful, a new chapter in all our lives.
