The Many Loves of Anna Marie Pt. 03

An adult stories – The Many Loves of Anna Marie Pt. 03 by Candy_Kane54,Candy_Kane54 The Many Loves of Anna Marie Pt. 03

Maonaigh, one of my favorite authors on Literotica, requested a story about Anna, the “Lady in Red.” Here is her story. This is part three of a four-part story. It would help to read Pt. 02 first.

Note: Sinéad is pronounced shin-AYD – Ciara is pronounced KEE-ra – Sionainn is pronounced sh-AH-non – Sean is pronounced sh-AW-n – Siobhan is pronounced shi-VHAN – Séamus is pronounced SHAY-muss – Saoirse is pronounced SEER-sha – ‘Sia is pronounced sh-AH

© 2023 Candy_Kane54

November 1968

Before leaving home and starting at Harvard, Mom and Dad surprised me with a new car as a graduation present. My brother Sean and Dad had picked it out for me. It was a 1968 Ford Fairlane that was big enough to hold all of my stuff so I could drive up to Boston to start at Harvard Business School and have a car to get around with once I was there. It was a nice car, making the twelve-hour drive to Boston enjoyable.

Because it was a twelve-hour drive each way, I’d have to fly home to visit during Christmas once I was settled in at Harvard. I could drive home for summer break, but once I got an internship, even the summer break would be short. The distance would mean that I would be visiting less often than I could before. At least Pan Am had several flights a day between Boston and Washington DC and connections with Eastern Air Lines to Richmond, so I could get home and back without much trouble.

The weather cooperated during my drive, so it was a pleasant but long trip. Once I got to Boston, I had to contend with the crazy drivers and the crooked streets I found there. Finally, I reached the campus and checked in to get my dorm room. Unlike my senior year at Penn State, I would have a roommate this year. Her name was Deirdre, and she was also going for her MBA. She was moving in as I showed up, so we immediately met. Deidre was a beautiful woman and a pleasant person. She had quickly made sure to show me her engagement ring, going on about the great guy, Brad, she was going to be marrying soon.

I was glad to know that Deirdre was taken, so all the stress from worrying about whether or not to make a play for her was off the table, and we could share the room and nothing more. To head off her attempts to hook me up with any of her male friends, I told her I had someone back home that I was interested in.

As we settled in, we exchanged our life stories. I made sure that I edited mine so that the fact I was a lesbian wasn’t part of it. I also didn’t share my story about being raped and having twins that were adopted when they were born. I felt terrible that I was telling a story rather than the truth about my life, but that would always be the price I’d have to pay for how I wanted to live my life. I could tell that Deidre was in love with her fiancé, and from what she told me, he was in love with her.

I was pleased to discover I could have a telephone in my room. The room had two telephone jacks so we could each have our own phone. I’d have to pay for it myself. But, at least I’d be able to have private conversations with Sinéad or anyone else I would be seeing, assuming Deirdre wasn’t in the room. I was glad that Deidre was also planning to get her own telephone so I wouldn’t have to worry about her using my phone while I was gone.

By the end of the week, our phones were installed, and I took the first opportunity to call Sinéad and tell her about it. I got to talk to Sionainn, too, and she regaled me about her road trip and stay in Gatlinburg with Sinéad. They had really enjoyed their trip and were already planning to do it again next year.

In addition to my classes, I had gotten an internship with Martin Marietta. This aerospace contractor did a lot of business with the Department of Defense (DoD). Their offices were located in Burlington, about a ten-mile trip each way, near Hanscom Air Force Base (AFB). I had scheduled most of my classes for M-W-F so I could spend a half-day at Martin Marietta every Tuesday and Thursday.

Of course, I wasn’t in charge of anything important. I mainly acted as a gopher for the middle managers working on different DoD contracts. They would mentor me, showing how the schooling I had received translated into how things worked in the real world. I especially liked being rotated between the different projects, so I got exposed to several other programs involving avionics, sensors, and even missiles. I found the various programs exciting, seeing firsthand what new technologies were being worked on for DoD.

Because of my work with DoD contracts, I had to get a Secret Clearance. That involved a background check to ensure I wasn’t a Soviet spy, but since I would be focused on the business and financial end of things, that would be sufficient for my work. I had worried they might find out I was a lesbian. Apparently, they didn’t dig that deep, just interviewing a few of my friends and family members. I’m sure they knew about my babies being adopted and briefly wondered if they had found out where they were during their investigation.

Since my brother Sean worked for General Dynamics in Ft. Worth and had a Top Secret clearance, they must have felt I was safe. It took only three weeks to get my clearance paperwork approved, so I’ve had access to what I needed for the job for the last two weeks.

I was fascinated by the budgeting process that DoD contractors had to work with. The US government worked on a two-year budgetary cycle since each Congress lasted two years. Budgets always had to be reworked because any new Congress wasn’t held to anything done by the previous Congress regarding budgets. Because budgets were so volatile, contractors working with DoD needed a higher percentage of financial officers than contractors working on only civilian projects did.

All budgets were for the project’s entire life, so they constantly juggled the number of units produced with the total price, trying to get the cost per unit as low as possible. You had to remember that 70% of any program’s total cost would be supporting and maintaining the units. This is one of the reasons why aircraft are stored at Davis-Monthan AFB rather than being scrapped… it’s a bookkeeping loophole used to keep the cost per unit low enough to justify keeping the program alive.

Thanksgiving was coming up, and I needed to figure out what I would do during the short break. One thing I had wanted to do was visit the Sapphic Portal, a bar and lounge that catered exclusively to lesbians. I had seen the flyers advertising it on the bulletin boards in the dorm but had been too busy to try to get there yet. It was over in Chelsea, and I planned to visit it on the Friday after Thanksgiving since there were no classes that day.

Deidre was spending the break at her fiancé’s family home in Rochester, New Hampshire. She was so excited about spending time with her fiancé that her happiness rubbed off on me, despite my having to spend Thanksgiving alone. However, the Student Union would serve a Thanksgiving dinner, and the chapel would be open for services and Mass.

Still, I planned to attend Mass but felt alienated from my faith because I couldn’t participate in the Eucharist. I had gone to Confession once, but when I confessed my love for another woman, the priest lectured me on the sin of homosexuality and told me that until I gave up my feelings for other women, my sins could not be forgiven. He also reminded me that if I wasn’t sincere in giving up my love, I’d be committing a mortal sin by receiving the body of Christ under false pretenses. I left in tears, accepting that I’d always be on the outside looking in until the Church or I changed. I was sure the first would never happen in my lifetime, and I had no intention of changing, so that left me in a no-win situation.

Friday found me in front of my mirror, checking out the outfit I planned to wear to the Sapphic Portal. Having never been to a lesbian establishment before, I wasn’t sure how to dress. I decided on jeans and a button-down shirt under my jean jacket. I was trying to go for an ambiguous look, not wanting to look too femme or too butch. I figured I could pull it off by wearing my heels and my hair pulled back in a simple low ponytail. I turned back and forth, liking how my jeans made my ass look good.

I drove over to Chelsea, planning to at least eat dinner at the Sapphic Portal if nothing else. I had looked up the location on a street map and had written down the directions, but the narrow, crooked streets made it hard to figure out where to go. While some areas had streets laid out in a grid, they just wended every which way in other places. Some roads were well-marked, and others weren’t. Finally, I came to 4th Street, found the Sapphic Portal, and pulled into the parking lot behind it, which was quite full. I found a spot and parked, checked my appearance, got out, and headed for the door.

The doorman/guard checked me out as I approached the entrance. She smiled at me, held up her hand in a ‘Stop’ motion, and said, “I’m going to need to see some identification, please.”

I pulled out my wallet and showed her my Virginia driver’s license. She looked back and forth between the picture and me before shaking her head, smiling, and saying, “You are old enough, but you sure don’t look it.” I was used to always being carded, looking much younger than my actual age because I was so petite.

She opened the door for me and stepped aside to let me in. I thanked her as I entered and found myself in a well-appointed lobby. I could tell this wasn’t a low-rent establishment right away, and I looked forward to the evening.

A pretty hostess in a cocktail dress approached me and asked, “How may I direct you?”

I smiled brightly, making her blink, as I said, “Hi. This is my first time here. I’m not sure what to ask for.”

The hostess returned my smile and said, “I’m Hollie, and we have a bar, a lounge for drinking and dining, and a dance floor. We also have pool tables back behind the bar if you like to play pool.” Hollie’s eyes were dancing over my body, and I could tell she approved of me and my outfit.

“Well, Hollie, I think I’ll start in the lounge and get something to eat,” I said, running my eyes over Hollie, loving how the cocktail dress emphasized her ass and bust.

“This way,” Hollie said as she turned and led me into the lounge. I loved how her ass moved, swaying and bouncing in the way I liked. Her heels made her calves look nice, adding three inches to her height.

As Hollie led me to a table, I looked around and liked what I saw. I noticed there were several couples already seated and a few single women sitting by themselves. Many eyes were locked on me, making me feel warm as I knew I had their attention. Finally, Hollie led me to an empty table and asked, “Will this table be okay?”

“Yes, Hollie,” I said, sitting with my back to the wall so I could see the whole lounge.

Hollie handed me a menu and said, “Angela will be your server tonight. Enjoy!”

I smiled and said, “Thank you, Hollie. I’m sure I will.”

I studied the menu and discovered an eclectic selection of foods and drinks. When Angela bounced up to me with a big smile, I checked her out, liking what I saw. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with black slacks and a vest. She said, “Hi! I’m your server, Angela. Would you like to order something to drink?” She was checking me out too, and it seemed like she liked what she saw.

I smiled up at her and said, “Yes, Angela, I’d like to start with a Hanky-Panky, please.” I liked trying drinks made with gin, and this one sounded like a good one to try.

Angela reached out and touched my shoulder, saying, “That’s a great choice. I’ll get right on it.”

Angela turned and bounced away, and my eyes followed her until she turned the corner to head to the bar. Her slacks hugged her ass, and I loved how it moved. Once she was out of sight, I looked around and checked out the other patrons. I noticed that most were older than me, and many wore nice outfits. I was the only one in jeans.

I was conscious that many of the older women were eying me, most with frank looks of approval. I just smiled whenever we made eye contact as I studied the menu. When Angela returned with my Hanky-Panky, I ordered the Chicken Parmesan with a house side salad. Angela approved of my selection, touching me on the shoulder again. We exchanged smiles again, and Angela worked her walk as she headed back to the kitchen to put in my order.

I sat back and looked around, checking out the other patrons while sipping my drink. One, in particular, caught my eye, and we exchanged looks and smiles. She wore a nice blazer, a matching pencil skirt, and a ruffled blouse. She had nice legs, and her blouse was open enough to get a view of the tops of her breasts. I noticed that whenever our gazes met that her foot started bouncing. My nipples began aching, and my pussy heated up as I considered the possibility of us hooking up. My foot started bouncing, too.

Just then, Angela approached me with another Hanky-Panky and set it on my table. She said, “Someone wanted to buy you a drink.”

I smiled up at her and said, “Please give her my thanks.”

I watched as Angela walked over to the woman I was exchanging glances with and said something to her. She smiled and held up her drink as a salute to me. I did the same, my body thrumming at making a connection. She picked up her purse and drink, got up, and headed over to my table.

I flashed her a wide smile as she walked up and said, “Hi! I’m Bonnie. Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all, Bonnie. I’m Anna,” I said.

Bonnie smiled widely, sat down, and slid over until she sat beside me. After putting down her drink, she turned and asked, “Do you come here often, Anna?”

“No, this is my first time,” I answered. I reached over and put my hand on Bonnie’s thigh, my fingertips touching her skin below the hem of her skirt. I heard her breath catch when I did that and smiled. I said, “How about you?”

Bonnie licked her lips and said, “I try to stop in whenever I’m in town on business.”

“Well, I’m glad business brought you here tonight,” I replied. I licked my lips and looked up into Bonnie’s expressive brown eyes. I figured she must be 5’8″ and was close to my mother’s age.

“Yes, I also got to visit my daughter while here,” she said. I noticed a flare of lust in her eyes when she said the word ‘daughter’ and wondered if she was into Mother/Daughter role-playing or, dare I believe it, incest? When she added, “When you walked in, Anna, I would have sworn you were her,” I was even more convinced when I saw another flare of lust in her eyes.

To see if my suspicions were on track, I asked, “So, does your daughter live here?”

“No, she’s going to school here in Boston,” Bonnie said. “She’s studying Theatre at Emerson University.”

“That’s nice,” I replied. I leaned in and said, “I’m going to Harvard to get my MBA.”

When I said that, Bonnie’s eyes dilated to nearly black, and her breath caught again. I smiled as I realized I might have some fun tonight if I played this right.

Just then, Angela showed up with our food. She didn’t seem surprised that Bonnie was sitting with me, so I figured Bonnie must have told her before coming to my table. Before I took my hand off Bonnie’s thigh, I squeezed it, promising to revisit that later.

We thanked Angela and started eating, chatting about the recent Presidential election that Richard Nixon won, defeating Hubert Humphrey and George Wallace. We both were surprised that Wallace had won five states and came in second in four more states, taking most of his votes away from Humphrey. We exchanged significant glances throughout dinner and even sampled each other’s entrees, acting almost like mother and daughter, as I imagined Bonnie was fantasizing about.

I kept prompting Bonnie to tell me about her daughter and discovered her name was Michelle. However, she preferred being called ‘Elle. I also learned that ‘Elle loved ballet and theater, being active in her high school theater club. By the time we finished dinner and our drinks, it was evident that Bonnie was fantasizing about having an incestuous relationship with her daughter and wanted to use me as a surrogate.

Bonnie insisted on covering the bill, as a mother would do if she was having dinner with her daughter, so I didn’t protest, planning how the rest of the night would go. Once Angela left with a nice tip, I turned to Bonnie and asked, “Would you like to dance?”

The dance floor was crowded, but we found a spot, faced each other, and started dancing. I let Bonnie take the lead while I mirrored her moves, dancing closer and closer until our bodies were in near-constant contact. Our eyes were locked the entire time, and I could tell that Bonnie was really into me. I was into her, too, and was looking forward to returning to her hotel or my dorm room.

Eventually, we were both so primed and hot that I took Bonnie’s hand and led her off the dance floor and back into the lounge. I turned to her, standing so close that my chin was almost in the valley between her breasts. I looked up and asked, “Where are you staying?”

I heard a low moan from Bonnie’s mouth as her eyes dilated to black. She licked her lips and said, “I’m staying at the Double Tree over on Everett Ave.”

“Did you drive?” I asked.

“No, I took the shuttle,” she answered.

I touched her arm, smiled, and asked, “I can drive us there if you want?”

Bonnie’s breath hitched, and she licked her lips again before answering, “Yes, I’ll take you up on that.”

With that, we headed out and to my car. I handed her in on the passenger side before getting behind the wheel. Due to the one-way streets, I had to go around the block to get on 4th St and then north on Everett Ave.

I parked in the parking lot, jumped out, and handed Bonnie out of the car. We walked in and headed for the elevator, acting like we were just two co-workers heading back to our rooms. Once we were in the elevator, I stepped up to Bonnie, placed my hands on her core, looked up into her eyes, and said, “I’m glad we got the chance to do this, Mom. I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now.”

Bonnie audibly gasped, swallowed hard, licked her lips, and husked, “Well, ‘Elle, I’ve been looking forward to this, too.”

The elevator stopped, and we separated. I followed Bonnie to her room, standing back to let her unlock the door. It took her a couple of tries before she could get it unlocked, chuckling nervously, and opened the door.

I followed her in and turned to lock the door and engage the security chain. When I turned back to Bonnie, she stood beside the bed, looking a little nervous. I stepped up to her and started removing her blazer. “Here, Mom, let me help you with that.”

“Thank you, ‘Elle,” Bonnie said as she shrugged the blazer off her shoulders.

I leaned in and planted a light kiss on the top of her breast before asking, “Mom, can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes, dear, you can tell your mother anything,” Bonnie husked, a blush going down her throat and onto the tops of her breasts.

I locked eyes with Bonnie and said, “For the longest time, ever since I could remember, I’ve admired how beautiful you were. You probably didn’t notice, but my eyes always followed you when you were getting dressed.” I reached up and unbuttoned her blouse as I continued, “You always looked so nice, and all of my friends were jealous of me because my mother was so much prettier than theirs.”

I pulled her blouse open, exposing her core and white lacy bra that barely restrained her breasts. I could see her dark nipples trying to poke through the material of her bra as I pulled the hem out from her skirt. As I pushed her blouse off her shoulders and she finished shrugging it off, I said, “Mom, I loved watching you undress, too. You didn’t know I was watching, but I would look through the crack in the door and watch when you got ready for bed.”

I reached behind Bonnie and unclipped her bra. I worked the straps off her shoulder, and as her bra fell away, Bonnie gasped, and I got to see her beautiful breasts, her nipples standing out proudly. My heart clenched at the sight, and I moaned my approval. I cupped her breasts, loving the weight of her breasts in my hands. As I brushed my thumbs over her hard nipples, I looked Bonnie in the eye and said, “Mom, I’ve dreamed for years of this.”

Bonnie moaned and said, “Oh, ‘Elle, I’ve also dreamed of this for years. I’ve watched you grow up into a beautiful woman in your own right, and I loved watching you dress. You always made me proud, and I love you so much!” As Bonnie spoke, she pulled my jean jacket open and helped me shrug it off before her hands flew to the buttons on my blouse and started popping them.

As my blouse fell open, Bonnie’s eyes widened as she realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. My long, hard nipples stood out. I saw Bonnie lick her lips in anticipation of sucking, licking, and biting them, an activity I heartily endorsed. Once the buttons were undone, she helped me out of my blouse.

I looked up into Bonnie’s eyes and said, “Mom, I’ve always wanted to kiss you. Is that bad of me?”

Bonnie gasped and slowly tilted her head down as I tilted my head up, and just before our lips met, she said, “No, ‘Elle.”

Our lips met, and we loudly moaned as our mouths opened and our tongues plundered each other’s mouths. My arms went around Bonnie’s neck as her arms went around my back, and our breasts crushed together, my hard nipples digging into the bottoms of her breasts and her hard nipples digging into my chest.

When we broke the kiss, I laid my cheek on Bonnie’s chest between her breasts and wrapped my arms around her waist. I sighed and said, “Oh, God, Mom. That was so much better than I ever imagined it would be.”

Bonnie moaned and said, “Oh, ‘Elle, that was wonderful. My little girl has grown up.”

After a beat, my hands reached for the buttons on Bonnie’s skirt and began unfastening them. Once done, I pushed back, easing her skirt down over her hips, and let it fall to her feet. Bonnie was wearing bikini panties, and I could see a dark spot on them, showing me how wet she was. I worked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her hips so they could fall to the floor. I saw that she was waxed and trimmed, and her carpet was the same shade of auburn as her drapes.

I cupped her mound, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy, looked up, and moaned, “Oh, Mom, you’re so hot and wet. Did I do that to you?”

“Yes, ‘Elle,” Bonnie said. “I know it’s bad of me, but when I see you, my pussy burns and flows.”

“Mom,” I said, “My pussy burns and flows when I watch you undress.” I shyly looked away before continuing, “I have to touch myself when that happens.” I looked back up into Bonnie’s face as I earnestly said, “I know I shouldn’t, Mom, but it feels so good when I do.”

Bonnie’s face flushed, and she moaned, “Oh, ‘Elle, I touch myself when I think about you, too.”

“Does it feel good when you do, Mom?” I asked. I gave her mound a squeeze before letting it go.

“Oh, God, ‘Elle, it does. It feels so good that I want to keep touching myself over and over,” Bonnie moaned in response to my squeeze.

I reached up and cupped Bonnie’s face with both hands. I stared deep into her eyes and asked, “Mom, will you touch me the same way you touch yourself?”

Bonnie growled and practically attacked my jeans, trying to unfasten them and pull them down. When she got them over my hips, she squatted down in front of me to get them off over my heels. I put my hands behind her head, combing my fingers into her thick mane as she leaned in and kissed my pussy.

Bonnie stood up and climbed on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She patted the bed between her splayed legs and said, “Come here, ‘Elle.”

I climbed on the bed and sat between Bonnie’s legs, with my back toward her. “Like this, Mom?” I asked.

Bonnie wrapped her arms around my core and pulled me back against her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples digging into my shoulders as they crushed her breasts. “Spread your legs, ‘Elle,” Bonnie growled.

I obediently did as she said, and Bonnie hooked her legs over mine to hold them open. Her hands flew to my breasts and started kneading them roughly, digging her fingers deep into my breasts. “Oh, Mom, that feels so good,” I moaned. “I’ve watched you do that to yourself and always wondered how it felt.”

Bonnie started nuzzling my neck before capturing my ear lobe and lightly nipping it. I could hear her labored breathing as she continued kneading my breasts. I moaned, “Oh, Mom, I love watching you pinch and pull your nipples and wondered what it felt like.”

Taking the hint, Bonnie latched onto my nipples, pinching and pulling them roughly, the pain/pleasure sending bolts of electricity through my body. “Oh, Mom, that feels so wonderful!” I moaned as I turned my head to look up into Bonnie’s face. I could see the far-away look in her eye as she imagined I was her daughter and her most fantastic fantasy was coming true. By now, she was twisting my nipples as she pulled and pinched them, the sensation nearly elevating me off the bed.

I started rolling my hips, grinding my ass against Bonnie’s pussy. I moaned, “Oh, God, Mom, my pussy is getting so hot and wet! I need you to touch it.”

Bonnie’s right hand dove down to my pussy, and she worked her finger between my lips, gathering up my copious juices before plunging it into my hole. I moaned, “Oh, God, Mom!” as she started pistoning it in and out, the base of her thumb slapping my clit.

I felt a second finger join the first, stretching my hole as she continued her rapid stroking. When she hooked her fingers to stimulate my G-spot, I started thrusting my hips to try to get her fingers in even further. Her left hand was crushing my breast as she pounded my pussy. I felt another finger join the other two. I moaned, “Oh, God, MOM!” as my vagina stretched even more to accommodate the fingers.

“Oh, ‘Elle, come for your mother,” Bonnie started chanting in response to my moaning.

I quickly peaked, and as my orgasm crashed over me, I screamed, “Oh, God, Mom! I’m coming!”

I tried to curl around my orgasm, but Bonnie kept me from snapping my thighs together. She continued pummeling my pussy with her fingers, driving me into a second and bigger orgasm. I lost control of my body and just surrendered to the orgasm, my entire body spasming as I thrashed around, trying to escape the stimulations that were overwhelming me. I unintelligibly wailed until I lost consciousness…

… When I came to, Bonnie had both arms wrapped around me and was rocking me while chanting, “Oh, ‘Elle,” repeatedly. I felt so comforted, wrapped in her arms, that I just laid there and enjoyed the remnants of my afterglow.

Finally, I managed to moan, “Oh, Mom! That was wonderful.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, ‘Elle,” Bonnie said.

“Is it that good when you touch yourself, Mom?” I asked.

“Yes, it is, ‘Elle,” Bonnie said. “But it would feel even better if you touched me.”

“Oh, can I, Mom?” I asked.

“Yes, ‘Elle, you can touch me,” Bonnie moaned as I turned around and sat in her lap.

I started grinding my pussy into Bonnie’s, feeling her start rolling her hips in response. I locked eyes with Bonnie while my hands went to her breasts and massaged them. I enjoyed the feel of her soft flesh as my fingers dug deeply into them, making Bonnie moan. I moaned, “Oh, God, Mom! I love touching your breasts!”

I leaned in and captured her right nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it, swirling my tongue around the base of her nipple, feeling the bumps of her areola. I then captured her nipple between my teeth and slowly bit down on it, watching her eyes to see how hard she could take it. When I saw her wince, I pulled back, tenting her breast as her nipple scraped out between my teeth. “Oh, God, ‘Elle!” Bonnie moaned as her nipple snapped back into place.

I immediately did the same thing to her left nipple, eliciting another, even louder “Oh, God, ‘Elle!” from Bonnie’s mouth.

“Did you enjoy that, Mom?” I asked as I continued massaging her breasts. I couldn’t believe how long and hard her nipples were getting. The sight of them made my mouth water.

“Oh, yes, ‘Elle! I love it when you bite my nipples!” Bonnie moaned.

Hearing that, I leaned back in and began chewing on her nipples again, switching back and forth, making Bonnie gasp and moan. Our pussies were still furiously grinding away when Bonnie suddenly gasped in a huge breath, held it, and then started wailing as her hips thrust violently, almost throwing me off her lap. She screamed, “Oh, God, ‘Elle!” as she came undone, her whole body spasming and thrashing as she lost control. Her wailing cut off, and her whole body went limp, her head lolling to the side as I felt a gush of fluids hit my pussy.

I realized that I had made Bonnie squirt, and I scrambled down between her legs and started lapping up the juices that had sprayed all over her thighs. I loved the aroma and taste of her fluids, and I made sure to get every drop. There was a wet spot on the bed under her ass that would stain the sheets, but that wasn’t my problem. Once I had her all cleaned up, I began nuzzling her thighs and the creases between her core and thighs, noting the faint stretch marks from her bearing her daughter Michelle.

Bonnie stirred, and her eyes opened. She moaned, “Oh, ‘Elle, that was exquisite!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, Mom,” I said. I began nuzzling her pussy, making sure to avoid her sensitive clit. Bonnie started to hum, “Mmmmm,” as I wormed my tongue between her lips and drove my tongue into her hole. I wiggled the tip of my tongue around before pulling it out and running it up and down her slit. When I reached her perineum, I tapped it with my tongue, making Bonnie jolt and gasp.

I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them up, exposing Bonnie’s puckered anus. I tapped it with my tongue, making Bonnie jolt and gasp again. I watched her anus twitch as I swirled the tip of my tongue around her anus before moving up over her perineum and driving my tongue into her hole once again. “Oh, God, ‘Elle,” Bonnie moaned.

I brought my right hand down off of Bonnie’s leg. I used my index finger to stimulate her anus, pressing in on it while pistoning my tongue in and out of her hole, making Bonnie roll her hips and grab the base of my ponytail as she pressed my face into her pussy. My finger finally penetrated her anus, and I began to piston it in and out, drawing a gasped, “Oh, my God, ‘Elle!” from Bonnie.

I felt her tense up, her thighs trembling and beginning to spasm. I pulled my tongue out of her hole and sucked her clit into my mouth as I drove my finger into her ass until my knuckles nestled in her crack. I tongued and nipped her clit until Bonnie exploded into another orgasm. Her thighs snapped shut, trapping my head as her hands feebly tried to pry my head away from her pussy.

Bonnie thrust her hips so wildly that she seemed to flop like a fish out of the water as she tried to curl around her orgasm. I continued attacking her clit, sucking and chewing her little nub until she wailed, “Oh, Gooddd, ‘Ellleeeeee!” and went limp, a gush of fluids hitting my chin. With her thighs no longer clamped on my head, I quickly moved down and lapped up her juices while easing my finger out of her ass.

Once I cleaned her up, I watched over Bonnie as she worked through her orgasm and enjoyed her afterglow. Finally, her eyes fluttered open, and Bonnie said, “Oh, God, ‘Elle, I love you so much!”

I answered, “Oh, Mom, I love you so much, too.”

I crawled up and captured her lips with mine, and we kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths. Finally, we broke, and Bonnie said, “I’d really like to taste you, ‘Elle.”

I said, “Oh, Mom, I’d like you to taste me too.” I quickly scrambled up and straddled Bonnie’s face and lowered my pussy into her face. Bonnie moaned as she French kissed my pussy. Her tongue licked up and down my slit before shoving it into my hole. Her hands went to my hips, pulling my pussy into her face. I ground my pussy against Bonnie’s face and moaned, “Oh, God, Mom. That feels so good!”

Bonnie was incredible as she quickly brought me to the edge of my orgasm. I was moaning, “Oh, God, Mom,” over and over as I rolled my hips, hitting my clit against her nose.

As I felt I would crash into my orgasm, Bonnie pulled her tongue out of my hole and sucked my clit into her mouth. She sucked, licked, and nibbled my clit, and I screamed, “OHHH GODDD MOOMMM!!!” as I crashed into my orgasm, humping my pussy hard into her face before I lost control of my body.

I collapsed off to the side, falling onto the bed beside Bonnie. She took me in her arms and held me tight against her. She petted me as I worked through my orgasm, repeatedly saying, “Oh, ‘Elle,” until I recovered…

… Finally, Bonnie was sated and limp, her head lolled to the side, and she was softly snoring. As I dressed, I gazed at her and realized that Bonnie had never broken character while fantasizing that I was her daughter. I thought about Sinéad and how I loved her, even though she was my aunt. Despite how similar they looked, I never thought about Mom like I did Sinéad because she was my mother. But was I using Sinéad as a proxy for my mother without realizing it? I’d have to think about that.

I leaned in, tenderly kissed Bonnie’s cheek, and whispered, “Good night, Mom,” before pulling the duvet over her. I had enjoyed our tryst and wouldn’t mind letting her indulge in her fantasy again if she wanted to. I left a note on the notepad beside the phone with my number, inviting her to call me if she was ever in town again.

I left her room, turning out the lights and ensuring the door was latched and locked before taking the elevator to the lobby. I smiled at the night clerk as I left, and she smiled back at me, probably thinking I had just left some man’s room. I laughed to myself, imagining the look on her face if I told her I had just fucked my mother senseless.

I drove back to my dorm and returned to my empty room. As I performed my toilet before bed, I thought about Bonnie and her incestuous fantasy about her daughter Michelle. I had no evidence that anything Bonnie had told me was true, so maybe it was just a fantasy, and she wasn’t using me as a proxy for her daughter. In any event, the sex had been great, and I’d probably never see her again, anyway.

When I called Sinéad to tell her about my latest adventure, she laughed and asked if I had let her spank me. I told her that I had seriously considered it if Bonnie had wanted to try it, but it had never been brought up. Sinéad said that if it does to indulge her. After all, if my ass belonged to her, she could give it to Bonnie if she wanted to. The thought that Sinéad could give my ass to anyone sent a thrill through my body. I said I’d think about it and said goodbye.

May 1970

I was just about done with the last of my classes and preparing for graduation. I had been on the Dean’s List the entire time and would again be graduating Magna Cum Laude with my MBA. I had enjoyed my internship at Martin Marietta and hoped to interview for a permanent position once I graduated. Several recruiters contacted me at the behest of other aerospace companies and even a few financial institutes, so I had options if Martin Marietta passed on me.

I had a great time at Harvard. The schoolwork was hard, but I learned a lot about how big business works. We were encouraged to form study groups and work with each other on the more challenging problems. The important thing was building networks with other people in the field. I had no problem building relationships with my fellow students. The guys were easy because they weren’t always thinking with their brains. I’ll admit I occasionally took advantage of that. I did have to be careful with women because being a lesbian was still taboo, and I could make choices without using my brain as easily as any guy could.

I was looking forward to a break after graduation to visit home and Aunt Sinéad. I only saw her and Sionainn for a few days last summer because of my internship at Martin Marietta and a five-week summer course I took for extra credit. I flew back for Christmas each year and saw my family.

My first roommate, Deidre, did marry her guy Brad and the last I heard, they were happily married, and Deidre was graduating with honors like me. I was happy for her and her ability to announce her love to the world while I had to hide mine.

While ruminating on how unfair some things were, my phone rang. I picked up and said, “Hello?”

“Anna, this is Bonnie.”

I smiled, immediately feeling better and looking forward to having some fun with Bonnie. “Hello, Bonnie. Are you in town?”

“Yes, I am. Are you free tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. The usual time?”

“Yes, that will be fine. I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

“Me, too. See you at seven,” I said before hanging up.

I smiled, thinking about Bonnie and our kinky relationship over the last year and a half. Bonnie managed to justify a trip to Boston every two to three months, so we had met at the Sapphic Portal each time before ending up at her hotel for a night of role-playing sex. I found out that Bonnie actually did have a daughter named Michelle. When she showed me a picture of her, we did look similar, although Michelle was taller than me. Bonnie’s husband had died several years ago, so Bonnie and Michelle had been on their own, having grown closer since his death.

I had enjoyed pretending to be her daughter so Bonnie could work through her incestuous fantasy of having sex with her daughter without risking destroying their relationship. I know Bonnie appreciated it and told me several times how close she had come to trying to act it out with her daughter. She probably would have gone too far except for having me as an outlet for her feelings.

I dressed as Bonnie fantasized how her daughter would dress, wearing a lovely purple flounce dress that made my eyes pop. I was going to go commando and braless tonight, but I wore matching thigh highs and a garter belt. I noticed that Bonnie had really enjoyed the feeling of stockings when I wrapped my legs around her.

I drove to the Sapphic Portal, parked, and headed inside, still having to show ID to prove I was twenty-one. I didn’t mind since I liked that people couldn’t see how old I really was. When I entered, Bonnie was already there, and as I walked up to her, I noticed Bonnie had a serious look on her face. When she said, “Hello, Anna,” I realized something was different. Every time up until now, the fantasy started as soon as we met.

Wondering why things were different and realizing Bonnie wasn’t already in character, I asked, “What’s up, Bonnie?”

“Thanks for coming, Anna. Tonight, it will just be Bonnie and Anna, okay?” she answered, looking a little nervous.

“No, problem, Bonnie,” I replied, smiling to assure her I was truthful.

“Let’s get dinner, and we’ll talk,” Bonnie said as the hostess approached us.

We asked for a table in the lounge, and as we were escorted to it, we drew covert glances from some of the patrons. Our mother/daughter vibe must have been evident even though we weren’t role-playing tonight.

Once we were seated and drinks ordered, Bonnie said, “Anna, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

I smiled and said, “It was my pleasure, Bonnie.”

Bonnie smiled and said, “Well, it was my pleasure, too. However, I want you to know that my relationship with Michele is solid now, thanks to you. By allowing me to work out my feeling about an incestuous relationship with my daughter with you, I didn’t do something inappropriate to drive us apart.”

I reached over and took Bonnie’s hand, and said, “I’m so happy for you, Bonnie.”

“Thanks,” Bonnie said.

Just then, our waitress approached to take our order. After ordering, we chatted for a bit, talking about current events. The Apollo 13 disaster last month was still on everyone’s tongues. We were both horrified by the shooting of four students at Kent State University by National Guard soldiers during anti-war protests. We both hoped President Nixon would get everyone to the table for peace talks, but neither of us thought anything would come of it right away.

When our food arrived, we continued chatting while eating. I enjoyed having a nice dinner with a friend rather than pretending to have a relationship that didn’t exist. I realized I would have loved to have had a relationship with Bonnie. However, with graduation coming up, our relationship would end tonight anyway. I felt a little sad at the thought, but life goes on.

After we ordered dessert, Bonnie looked at me and said, “Tonight will be our last time together. I don’t want to spend the night having regret sex with you. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, so once we’re done eating, I’d like you to take me back to my hotel, and we’ll go our separate ways.”

I smiled at Bonnie, drawing a smile from her. I took her hand and said, “I will miss you, Bonnie. I really enjoyed getting to know you, too. Once I graduate, I have no idea where I will end up, so it’s best that we do this now.”

Bonnie reached into her purse, pulled out an envelope, and slid it across the table to me. She cupped my cheek and said, “Before you open that envelope, I don’t want you to think that what we’ve done was anything more than two people enjoying each other’s company. What’s in the envelope is a gift from me to you for how you helped me get something out of my head that could have destroyed my life. I don’t want you to think that I think what we did was something that needed to be paid for.”

“Okay, Bonnie,” I replied. Curious, I opened the envelope and found a check for $10,000.

I looked back up at Bonnie and asked, “Are you serious?”

“Don’t worry, I can afford it. My husband was very good at ensuring Michelle, and I were taken care of if anything happened to him,” Bonnie finished as a worried look came over her face. “Please accept it as a token of my appreciation.”

I smiled at Bonnie and said, “I will accept your gift in the spirit intended, even though you owe me nothing.”

“Thank you, Anna,” Bonnie replied with a smile. “I will miss you, but you have your whole life ahead of you. I want you to enjoy it and find someone your own age to settle down with.”

Despite my vow not to be sappy, my eyes burned as I said, “I’ll miss you, too, Bonnie. I hope you find someone to make you happy, too.”

Luckily, the moment was broken by the arrival of our dessert. We quickly ate it while Bonnie covered the tab. We left, and I drove Bonnie back to the hotel. When I pulled up to the entrance, Bonnie leaned over, kissed my cheek, and said, “Goodbye, Anna. I’ll never forget you.” She quickly exited the car and walked into the hotel and out of my life. She never looked back.

July 1970

I was back in Boston, preparing for my interview with Martin Marietta for a permanent position since my internship ended with graduation. After a quick trip back home to visit family, I returned and found a lovely one-bedroom apartment in the Burlington area in anticipation of getting an offer from Martin Marietta. If that didn’t come through, there were several other companies in the area that I had lined up to interview for a position. However, I really had my heart set on Martin Marietta.

The day for my interview dawned, and I spent some time dressing appropriately for it. I was wearing a nice gray tweed suit with a pencil skirt that came to the top of my knees. I loved how the jacket flared over my hips, emphasizing my narrow waist and highlighting my bust, while the skirt hugged and defined my ass. My legs looked great in my 3” heels, and I felt I could be taken seriously while still devastatingly beautiful. Being a petite woman in a profession still mainly populated with men taller than me made it a challenge not to be looked down upon as just a pretty face, although I wasn’t averse to using my good looks to get my way.

When I entered the interview room, I looked over the people seated on the other side of the table. I noticed two of them were people I had met who regularly came up from Martin Marietta’s headquarters in Bethesda, Maryland. That told me right away that they were taking this interview seriously. Knowing that I also knew I would get an offer if I nailed this interview.

I didn’t know how many people they would interview today. Regardless, they spent more than an hour questioning me about managing and budgeting programs. The types of questions made me think they had big plans for me. By answering the questions swiftly and accurately and looking them square in the eye while doing so, I was sure I had convinced them I was a good choice by the end of the interview. Everyone was smiling at the end, and when they dismissed me, it sounded like they’d already decided that I would get an offer.

After exiting the room, I met Mindy Mason, the HR manager for the Burlington facility. She smiled and said, “Hello, Anna. Would you mind coming with me, please?”

I had met Mindy before, and she was a nice person. Curious, I said, “Sure, Mindy,” and fell in step with her. She led me back to her office, and when we entered, I was surprised to see Jeff Hauser, the CFO of Martin Marietta.

Jeff stood up when we entered, stepped forward, and held out his hand as he said, “Anna, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I quickly recovered from my surprise and smiled, took his hand and firmly shook it, and said, “Mr. Hauser, the pleasure is mutual.”

Even in my heels, Jeff was a foot taller than me. He was fit with streaks of gray at the temples of his black hair. Despite the height difference, I didn’t feel he was looking down at me. He indicated the chair and said, “Please sit, Anna.”

We all sat down, and Jeff explained, “Anna, This shouldn’t be a surprise to you, but we want you to be part of our organization. I’ve heard nothing but praise from everyone who’s worked with you. The interview today was, frankly, just a formality. We want to make you an offer that, I hope, you can’t refuse.”

Jeff turned to Mindy and nodded. Mindy slid a piece of paper across her desk to me. I picked it up, looked at the offer, and realized Jeff was serious. The number I saw exceeded my expectations and was at the top of the salary range for an entry position in program management. I looked up at Jeff, smiled, and said, “I certainly can’t refuse this offer, Mr. Hauser.”

“Please, Anna, call me Jeff,” said Jeff with a smile. “I’m glad to have you on board. If I’m any judge of character, I’ll expect to see you in headquarters before too long.” With that, he stood up, indicating to Mindy and me to remain seated, and said, “Well, I have to go now, Anna, but I expect to hear great things about you in the future. Mindy will go over the benefits package with you.”

“Thank you, Jeff,” I said. “I won’t let you down.”

“I know,” Jeff replied with a smile.

Jeff left, and I turned to Mindy with a bemused smile. I said, “That was interesting.”

Mindy laughed at my understatement and said, “I’ve never seen this much effort put into hiring an intern before. You’ve made quite an impression on Jeff and his staff.”

After another hour of reviewing the benefits package and signing documents, I left with a start date of August 3rd and returned to my apartment. I was so happy that I felt like I was going to explode. When I arrived at my place, I immediately called home and talked to Mom, telling her the good news. I started crying when Dad got on the phone and told me how proud he was of his little girl. I told him how much I loved him and how much that meant to me, and his voice cracked a bit when he told me how much he loved me, too. When the call ended, I threw up a prayer to God, thanking Him for healing my father’s soul.

I called Sinéad and told her the good news and that I would visit for a week and be there tomorrow. We made plans for her to meet me at the Richard E. Byrd Airport in Richmond, Virginia. She was so excited and said she was looking forward to seeing me. She told me that Sionainn wouldn’t be back from visiting her parents until Friday, so we’d have a few days to ourselves.

I was happy to hear that, not because I minded sharing Sinéad with Sionainn but because Sinéad was always a little more enthusiastic when spanking me without Sionainn around. Unfortunately, Sionainn wasn’t into spanking, so Sinéad felt constrained on indulging herself with me when Sionainn was about, not wanting Sionainn to think badly of her.

I made sure I was all packed and had ordered a taxi before going to bed. I was going to catch the 6 AM flight out of Logan International Airport to fly into Washington National Airport before catching a connecting flight to Richard E. Byrd Airport. Before leaving my apartment, I inserted my anal plug.

I loved the feel of the plug filling me as I walked through the terminal to my gate. The flight wasn’t that full, so I got a chance to chat with the cute stewardess from time to time. I got the impression that she was into women from our interactions. She’d lightly touch my arm or shoulder when making a point, and I did the same in return. We exchanged smiles, and if I hadn’t already had plans, I probably would have suggested getting together at the end of the flight and seeing what happened.

After changing planes in Washington National, the short hop to Richmond was almost over before it started. When I came out of the gateway, Sinéad was waiting for me, a big smile on her face. I flew into her arms, and we hugged, careful not to be too affectionate. We went to the baggage area. While waiting for my bag, I told Sinéad about my interview, meeting the CFO, and the outrageous offer they had made for my services.

Once I got my bag, we hurried out to Sinéad’s car and got on US60. We went through downtown before crossing the James River, fighting the mid-day traffic and taking it all the way back to Sinéad’s place. Once the traffic thinned out, I slid over next to Sinéad, put my hand on her thigh, and leaned in against her, just enjoying being close to her. I sighed and said, “I love you, Sinéad.”

Sinéad said, “I love you, too, Anna. That was a heavy sigh. What’s up, mo mhuirnín?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about Bonnie and her fantasy of having sex with her daughter. I know what we have is considered incest, but it’s not to the same degree as incest between a mother and a daughter or two sisters.” I sighed again as Sinéad put her hand on my thigh for a moment and gave it a squeeze.

Sinéad surprised me by asking, “Have you ever thought about Ciara in that way?”

It took me a second to realize she was talking about my mother. I said, “No, but what I did with Bonnie made me wonder if what I’m doing with you was a substitute for it, like Bonnie was using me as a substitute for her daughter.” I fell silent as I thought about my mother. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t thought about how beautiful she was and how lucky I was to have such a wonderful woman for my mother. I don’t think I would have rejected them if she had ever made overtures to me. However, I would never have initiated anything myself. I sighed again, pushing those thoughts out of my head.

Intrigued by Sinéad asking the question, I turned it back on her and asked, “Did you ever think about my mother that way?”

Sinéad was silent for a long enough time that I thought she wasn’t going to answer me. Then she sighed and said, “Yes, I did. I was confused about why I was attracted to women, and Ciara had always been there for me while I was growing up. The summer before I went off to college, I visited your mother. You and Sean were off to summer camp, and your father was out of town on business, so we had the week together to catch up on our lives and just hang out together.

“One night, we were dishing and sharing a bottle of wine, and I suddenly got the urge to lean in and kiss Ciara. She started but didn’t break the kiss. I didn’t dare press in, but eventually, we separated. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too, just not that way. I tried to apologize, thinking Ciara would never want to talk to me again, but she hushed me and told me I would always be her little sister. She knew I was in a vulnerable place. She could have easily condemned me for my feelings for her, but she just held me and told me she was glad I was her little sister,” Sinéad finished in a rush.

Hearing that, I said, “That explains why Mom had no problem when she found out about us.” I had told Sinéad about how Mom knew about us and wasn’t upset about it, just worried that we’d be found out.

“Yes,” Sinéad said. “I always figured that Ciara may have thought that if I couldn’t have her, you’d be a suitable substitute.”

I snuggled in and asked, “Am I?”

“Oh, God, yes, mo mhuirnín!” exclaimed Sinéad.

“Good,” I said.

We stopped talking for a while, and I straightened up and slid back over to my side of the seat. I took the time to think about what Sinéad had just told me. I wondered how often mothers and daughters had sexual fantasies for each other, and giving in to them messed up their relationship. I thought about Bonnie and realized that the money she had gifted me was a small price to pay for not screwing up her relationship with her daughter Michelle. I was glad that I had been in the right place at the right time to help Bonnie get her head straight.

The song “Momma Told Me (Not to Come)” by Three Dog Night came on the radio, and I enjoyed listening to it. After a bit, we started talking again. We avoided heavy topics, discussing President Nixon invoking the Railway Act to prevent a rail strike. I had heard he also proposed creating the Environmental Protection Agency and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. I was happy with how he’d done as president so far and was glad I had voted for him.

Although it was getting past lunchtime, we decided not to stop anywhere to eat. We wanted to get home and enjoy each other’s company. Finally, we rolled up into Sinéad’s driveway. She helped me with my bag, and we headed inside. Once the door was closed, we were in each other’s arms, our lips locked and our tongues battling for supremacy. It had been so long since I had last been with Sinéad, and I was trying to make up for it all at once, pressing so hard against her as though trying to meld with her.

When we broke, we put our foreheads together and stared into each other’s eyes as we gasped, trying to get air in our lungs. Once we settled down, Sinéad asked, “Lunch first?”

As much as I wanted a good spanking, I did the smart thing and said, “Yes, let’s eat.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll get my bag,” I threw over my shoulder as Sinéad headed for the kitchen, and I grabbed my bag and headed for my bedroom.

By the time I unpacked and performed a quick toilet, Sinéad had thrown together a quick lunch. I shooed her off to wash up while I pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. When Sinéad returned, I had the table set and the food plated. Sinéad said grace before we dug in and quickly ate, both of us anxious to get to the bedroom.

When we finished eating, we quickly cleaned up before heading to the bedroom. As soon as we entered, I started stripping, toeing off my shoes before pulling off my clothes. I helped Sinéad with her harness and picked out the girl cock I wanted her to fuck me with, ensuring it was correctly positioned to give Sinéad the greatest pleasure as she spanked and fucked me.

I kneeled down and lubricated Sinéad’s girl cock before climbing on the bed. I looked over my shoulder as she came up behind me and took a moment to play with my plug before making sure it was positioned correctly. Sinéad picked up the boudoir paddle and gave me two quick whacks, one on each cheek, before stepping up behind me. I was already moaning as the zings traveled through my body as I reached back between my legs to guide her girl cock to my entrance.

I braced myself as Sinéad pushed in, her girl cock stretching and filling me as it plumbed the depths of my pussy. As soon as I felt her hips against my thighs, she gave me two more quick whacks, stinging my ass and making me moan, “Oh, God, Sinéad! I really missed this.”

“Oh, mo mhuirnín, I missed this, too!” Sinéad exclaimed before giving me two more quick whacks, the pain/pleasure spikes making me moan, “Oh, God!” again.

Sinéad started pumping in and out of me, liberally whacking my ass, sending me into a haze of absolute bliss. The sharp retorts of the paddle hitting my ass faded away as I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked and spanked by the one person who loved me as much as I loved her. Soon I was unintelligibly screaming as I gave into the multiple orgasms crashing down on me, my only thought being that I hoped Sinéad was enjoying this as much as I was …

… I felt a weight on me shift and disappear as my pussy suddenly felt empty …

… I felt a coolness on my hot, stinging ass and knew Sinéad was applying the cold cream to it. It felt so good I moaned my enjoyment …

… When I came too, Sinéad had her arms around me, murmuring “Oh, mo mhuirnín,” repeatedly. I stirred, and she stopped and asked, “Are you okay, mo mhuirnín?”

“Oh, mo mhuirnín, that was heavenly,” I moaned. “Oh, God, I really, really needed that, Sinéad!” I averred.

“I’m glad you enjoyed, mo mhuirnín,” Sinéad said. “I really enjoyed it, too!”

“I’m glad you did, Sinéad. Knowing you enjoy it makes it feel even better,” I said.

I closed my eyes, enjoying being held in Sinéad’s arms. As the cold cream worked its magic, I drifted off …

… When I woke up, I had to go pee. I carefully got up and went into the bathroom. I squatted over the bowl and let loose, moaning my relief as my bladder emptied. My ass was burning, but it was feeling better than earlier. I debated whether to wear a robe before deciding to forego it and headed out into the living room. I found Sinéad on the phone, talking to Sionainn, and waved ‘Hi’ to her before I went into the kitchen to get a drink. Sinéad soon came into the kitchen and said, “Sionainn says ‘Hi’ and looks forward to seeing you.”

I hugged Sinead and said, “I’m looking forward to seeing her, too.”

I helped Sinéad fix dinner and ate standing up. We spent the evening in bed, me between her legs or on top in a sixty-nine, making Sinéad scream my name until she weakly pushed me away and said, “That’s enough, mo mhuirnín.”

By the time Sionainn returned, my ass was fine, and Sinéad and I dressed up for her. We greeted her when she came to the door, letting her know we were glad to see her. Once we were done kissing her, we headed out for an evening of dinner and dancing. We had a great time and were all in a good mood when we got home. We dragged Sionainn into Sinéad’s bedroom and quickly undressed before helping Sionainn don her harness.

Sinéad and I took turns riding Sionainn’s girl cock to multiple orgasms, switching from being on our hands and knees to laying Sionainn on her back and riding her like a cowgirl. Finally, we helped Sionainn out of her harness and double-teamed her to multiple orgasms before wearing her out.

While Sionainn was lying there gently snoring after taking care of us, Sinéad and I sixty-nined until we joined Sionainn, spooning up against both sides of her. As I fell asleep, I thought about Sinéad’s and Sionainn’s relationship and how solid it was. I marveled that they were willing to share me and wondered if I ever managed to find someone to settle down with, we’d have that same kind of relationship.

August 1970

I was so excited about my first day as an employee at Martin Marietta. Although I had interned there for nearly two years, this was my first real job, and I wanted to make a good impression. I was standing in front of my mirror, checking out my outfit, making sure it was perfect. I was going with a pale yellow business suit and a white ruffled flounce blouse with a stand-up collar. A sapphire pendant necklace, making my eyes pop, nestled between my breasts, finishing my ensemble. I checked my slacks, running my hands over my ass to ensure there were no panty lines. In my 3” heels, my slacks broke right on the toes of my shoes, making my legs seem to go on forever.

Satisfied with my appearance, I headed out, ensuring I had my briefcase to finish the business look. Once I got to the campus, I headed in the front door and up to the desk in the lobby. I gave my name to the girl, noting that her name was Stephanie, and stood off to the side to wait for Mindy to come and get me. Stephanie’s name brought back memories of my senior year at Penn State and my relationship with Stephanie Grierson. I had learned a lot from her unique teaching methods and owed her my thanks for being where I am now.

My reverie was broken when Mindy came out of the security door and greeted me. She handed me my badge, and we swiped through the security door and walked inside. Mindy led me to Robert Lambert’s office, the Project Manager for the AGM-62 Mk 3 program for the Air Force. He would mentor me for the first six months before I would get my own program. I had worked with Robert as an intern, and we had gotten along well. I was glad I’d be working with him because he had always treated me like an equal and hadn’t looked down on me for being a woman.

For the next six months, I worked side-by-side with Robert, learning the real-life application of everything I had studied in theory. I really enjoyed getting into all aspects of project management, and I knew Robert was impressed with how well I did.

When it came time to get my own program, Robert surprised me by telling me he was moving on to a new position. He was absolutely confident that I had the AGM-62 Mk 3 program under control. I was thrilled because this was an important program with a lot of visibility, and I thanked him for having the confidence in me to make this move. He smiled at me and told me I had done all the work, so he was just getting out of my way.

The day came when I was to officially take over the program. We had a party, and a couple of people from Bethesda showed up to congratulate me. I found out that Robert was moving up to headquarters, and I congratulated him on his promotion. He assured me that he expected to see me up there one day, probably sooner than later. I told him I’d look forward to that and maybe we’d work together again.

August 1972

The word on the grapevine was that Jeff Hauser, the CFO, was coming up for a visit. I remembered the last time he was here when I had been hired. I was looking forward to the chance to see him and thank him for having faith in me. My bosses praised my work, and several procedures I had authored were used on many other projects here and in other Martin Marietta facilities.

I was sitting at my desk, working on the latest budget for the AGM-62 Mk 5 program. With the Vietnam War winding down, Congress was looking to redirect money designated for the war effort to other domestic programs. Although that was to be expected, trying to build a system was frustrating when the funding and requirements kept constantly changing. “Oh, well, that’s why I get paid the big bucks,” I groused as I worked away.

My phone rang, and I answered, “Hello, this is Anna.”

“Anna, this is Mindy.” I smiled at hearing her voice. We had become good friends over the past two years, mainly because we both frequented the gym. She worked out like I did, and we helped spot each other. As much as I loved looking at her body, she was married, and I had no intention of making a pass at her. I valued our friendship above all else.

“Hi! Did you want to go to the gym?” I asked, assuming that’s why she called.

“I’d love to, but that’s not why I called,” answered Mindy. “I need you to come down to my office. There’s someone here who wants to see you.”

“Oh?” I said before it clicked that the rumor of the CFO coming up from headquarters might be true. “Oh! I’ll be right there, Mindy.”

On the way to Mindy’s office, I stopped by the restroom to check myself in the mirror. She waved me in when she saw me, and when I entered, I saw Jeff getting up. He reached out, and I shook his hand as he said, “Anna, it’s good to see you again.”

I noticed his eyes flicked over my body, and a look of approval appeared when I took his hand and shook it. “Hello, Mr. Hauser. It’s good to see you, too,” I said with a smile, looking him directly in the eye.

Jeff indicated for me to sit, and we sat as one. He smiled and said, “Please, Anna, call me Jeff. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here and want to see you?”

I smiled back at him and said, “Jeff, I’m pretty sure you’re here to make me another offer I can’t refuse.” One thing I learned about Jeff was that he appreciated people who were direct and didn’t dissemble.

A big smile broke on Jeff’s face as he said, “I like your confidence. As a matter of fact, I am here to make you an offer.” He paused before continuing, “I’m also sure you won’t refuse, either.”

I smiled and said, “If it’s an honest offer, I’m sure I’ll accept it.”

Jeff said, “It is. In fact, I’ve heard nothing but great things since I took a chance on you two years ago. You have impressed the hell out of everybody up to and including the CEO, and, frankly, that makes me look good, too.”

He looked at Mindy before saying, “What I’m about to say is unofficial, and it is not to leave this office.”

Mindy nodded, and Jeff turned back to me and said, “I’m going to be moving on, and before I go, I want to make sure that the finance office is in as great of shape as it can be. I want you to come down to Bethesda and take a position on my staff.”

I smiled at hearing that, confirming my guess that that was why he had come here. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse,” I said.

Jeff nodded again before saying, “It may feel like a demotion at first since you won’t be managing a program anymore, but it will become an important position if you apply yourself to it like I’m sure you’re capable of. It’s something new that I want to implement, and you are the perfect, in fact, the only candidate for it. We’ll be working together at first to ensure the concept will work the way I hope it does.”

I nodded and said, “Jeff, I’m sure that between the two of us, we can make it work or die trying.”

Jeff smiled and said, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I do know that if it works like I know it can, you’ll certainly be on the inside track to further promotions down the line.”

“That’s why I’m accepting sight unseen, so to speak,” I said.

“Great,” Jeff said, getting to his feet. “I have a meeting I need to attend, and then I have to head back, but I’ll look forward to seeing you in Bethesda soon.”

I stood up and shook Jeff’s hand before he hurried out, leaving me standing there with a bemused look on my face. I turned to Mindy, who was smiling, and said, “Well, that was interesting.”

“Congratulations, Anna, I’m so happy for you,” Mindy said. “Before you ask, I don’t know anything at the moment. Jeff told me he’d contact me to get the paperwork going. He did say that he hoped to have you in Bethesda next month.”

“So, he was sure I’d accept,” I mused out loud. “Well, I’ve got to start handing off my work to my replacement. Any idea who that will be, Mindy?”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I find out,” Mindy answered. “Meanwhile, do you want to hit the gym after lunch?”

“Sure,” I answered. “See you there,” I finished as I left and returned to my office. I had a lot of details to take care of to ensure the program continued in capable hands.

September 1972

The past four weeks have been hectic. One good thing about being management was that I could have my household moved at Martin Marietta’s expense. It would be in storage until I found a place to live. Luckily, they had a block of furnished condos that could be temporarily used until I had a place to call home.

Once settled in, I would be only a three-hour drive from Aunt Sinéad’s home and could visit more often than I had been. When I called and told her about my relocating to Martin Marietta’s headquarters in Bethesda, Maryland, she was as excited as I was. Sionainn was excited, too, and invited me down for a weekend once I could. I promised her I would and looked forward to it.

My first day at headquarters found me in front of my mirror, ensuring my outfit looked nice. I wore a serious-looking three-piece dark-gray business suit with slacks that broke on the toes of my 3” heels, a white button-down shirt, and a matching string tie. I was resigned to not being able to wear less formal outfits, being in headquarters, so I went all-out on making a good first impression.

I turned side to side to ensure my ass looked good and there were no panty lines. I could still feel the last faint remnants of the spanking Sinéad gave me when I visited over the weekend. This spanking was memorable because, for the first time, we invited Sionainn to watch. It was quite a turn-on having Sionainn watch while Sinéad fucked me and spanked me with the boudoir paddle. Sinéad went easy on me because she didn’t want to freak Sionainn out or make it too challenging for me on my first day.

I smiled, remembering Sionainn’s face as she watched us. Afterward, Sinéad and I reassured her that we had both enjoyed it. Sionainn insisted on helping Sinéad apply the cold cream to my ass. I loved having both of them tending to me, and I noticed the looks they exchanged, and I hoped that maybe Sinéad would finally get her wish to spank Sionainn. After all, I hadn’t realized I liked being spanked until the first time Sinéad spanked me.

I took the short drive over to the new Headquarters building that had just been moved into last year. It was an imposing facility with three courtyards in the middle of the three interconnected main structures. I walked into the front entrance and approached the security desk. I gave my name to the serious-looking guard and stepped over to the seating area to wait for someone to come out and get me.

I didn’t have to wait long before a woman came out to greet me. She introduced herself as Melissa Morgan and handed me a temporary badge. We walked past the guard and swiped ourselves through the security door. We got on an elevator and took it to the fifth floor. Melissa led me to Jeff’s office and handed me off to his Personal Assistant (PA), Stephanie. I thanked Melissa as she turned and left.

Stephanie indicated that I sit and then asked how my commute was. I noticed that she was appraising my outfit, which was apparently acceptable. I told her it wasn’t that difficult, being accustomed to the traffic in Boston. That drew a melodic laugh from Stephanie that sent impulses shooting through my body. She then told me Jeff was still on a conference call and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. I declined the coffee, instead asking for a bottle of sparkling water. Stephanie pulled a bottle of Evian from a small refrigerator behind her desk and handed it to me. I thanked her and took a sip, preparing to wait for as long as it took.

Before I could take a second sip or start a conversation with her, Stephanie’s phone buzzed, and she said, “Jeff will see you now.”

We stood up, and she led me to the office door and opened it for me. I walked through, and she closed it behind me as I approached Jeff’s desk. He stood up, came around the desk, and offered his hand, his eyes taking in my outfit with a look of approval. He smiled as I took his hand. He said, “I’m really looking forward to working with you, Anna. Thanks for coming.”

I returned his smile, squeezed his hand, and said, “I’m glad to be here, Jeff. I’m really looking forward to making this work.”

He held my hand a beat longer than necessary, and I briefly wondered if he was making a pass at me or testing me. I assumed the latter, held his gaze, and acted as if I hadn’t noticed. After a beat, he gave a curt nod and indicated that I sit while he returned to his seat. I figured he had been testing me, and I had passed.

For the next two hours, Jeff laid out his plan and how I would be the key to making it work. He aimed to set up a separate office inside the finance office to interface directly with the Service Acquisition Executives (SAEs) within the several military services. These people would all be in the Pentagon so I’d be spending time there, getting to know the various offices in charge of acquisition of weapon systems for DoD.

By the time Jeff was done with his pitch, I was sold on his plan and told him that I was really looking forward to putting in the effort to make it work. When Jeff heard that, he smiled and said, “I’m glad to hear that, Anna. This will be a big shot in the arm for procuring business with DoD and should increase business and the bottom line.”

“I’m sure it will. Once we get into this, I may have some ideas to tweak it and maybe improve on it,” I said, putting Jeff on notice that I wasn’t just going to be his puppet but would be a collaborator.

Jeff smiled and nodded, indicating his approval of my desire to be a process co-owner. “That’s what I was hoping to hear from you, Anna. You didn’t disappoint me.”

Jeff sat back, relaxing, his body language agreeing with what he had just said. We were partners now in the new venture, and its success or failure was on me as much as it was on him.

Over the next three months, we worked together on setting up the new office. I traveled to the Pentagon a lot, getting used to the labyrinthine setup of the building. Jeff used his contacts in DoD to get me in to see the people we thought would be essential to make the process work, specifically the Service Acquisition Executive for each branch of the military. The fact that most of the people I was working with were male was not lost on me, and I made sure that once I had met with them that they knew I was more than just a pretty face.

There were a few Neanderthals that I had to put in their place, but word got around through the grapevine in the Pentagon that I was not someone to take lightly. Once Jeff felt I could handle things, he gradually disengaged from the project, leaving me in charge and making decisions. It wasn’t long before I reported to the CEO directly.

After the Christmas break, Jeff announced his intentions to move on to bigger and better things. He put in his notice, and the hunt for a new CFO was started. I was too new to be considered, but I was also insulated from any decisions the new CFO may make since I reported to the CEO. Unfortunately for the members of the finance office who had thrown their hats in the ring for the position, the board decided to bring in fresh blood. The new CFO, Jack Wilkinson, turned out to be someone I knew who had been the CFO for one of the companies Martin Marietta had contracted some of its missile fabrication work to.

April 1973

After a stressful afternoon meeting, I decided to blow off some steam in the gym. I loved the facility, with separate men’s and women’s locker rooms. I changed into my workout gear and headed for the free weights and Nautilus machines. I was in the middle of a set of crunches when a man came out of the locker room and started doing some sets on one of the Nautilus machines.

I had seen him before. He was from the legal department, and I had noticed him when I was there looking for a legal reading on a contract I had been working on. I ignored him and went over to the weight bench to do some lifts. As I was getting ready to start, I heard a voice ask, “Would you like to have a spotter?”

I looked up and saw the man I had noticed earlier standing there with a hesitant smile. What intrigued me was that he wasn’t perving on me like men usually do when encountering me in the gym. Despite my skimpy outfit, his eyes were on mine, not roving over my body. I decided to give him a chance to prove he was serious about helping me. “Sure,” I said, flashing him a smile. “I’d be glad to have you spot me.”

He smiled back and said, “I’m George, by the way.”

I smiled and said, “I’m Anna. It’s nice to meet you, George.”

“That’s 100 pounds you have on the bar,” George stated, double-checking to ensure I had the weight on the bar that I expected.

“That’s correct,” I said.

“Ready?” George asked as he positioned himself.

I said, “Ready.”

I arched my back and pushed up to unrack the bar. After holding it for a second to ensure control, I breathed in as I slowly lowered the bar until it was just above my chest. I then pushed up, breathing out, lifting it until my arms were straight. “That’s one,” George said, keeping his eyes on the bar and not on my body.

After ten lifts, I racked the bar and sat up.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling at George.

“No problem,” George replied. He then asked, “Want to spot me?”

“Okay, George,” I said. “But if it’s too much weight, I’ll only be able to slow it down.”

After spotting George with no incident, we went our separate ways to finish our workouts.

Over the next few weeks, we met several times at the gym, working together and spotting each other. We chatted while working out, and I discovered his name was George Watson. He had graduated from Harvard Law School the year before I graduated from Harvard Business School. Finding out we were alums of the same university brought us closer together.

June 1973

Never once did George ogle me or do anything inappropriate in the many times we worked out together. I was starting to suspect that he might be gay. To put my theory to the test, the next time we met up, I wore a skimpier outfit and did some stretches in front of him. Again, his eyes showed approval for my form and enthusiasm for my workout efforts, but I didn’t see any heat. In fact, I started thinking that he had noticed that I wasn’t coming on to him either. After another few weeks, I decided to make a proposal to him that I’d been working on in my head.

Being found out to be gay or lesbian was a career killer, especially in a business that had dealings with the DoD. I had noticed that the people I worked with were always subtly asking if I was seeing anyone, implying that as a successful businesswoman, I should have a man in my life. Several of my male co-workers had tried to make overtures from time to time. However, I always turned them away as gently and nicely as possible, mainly using the excuse that I was too busy or wasn’t ready for that yet.

Finally, when I had worked out my plan of attack, I met up with George in the gym and asked him to meet me for lunch in the executive dining room the next day. He was surprised, but when I explained that I was working on something that I wanted an informal legal opinion on and thought that talking about it over lunch would be the best way to keep it sub-rosa.

Technically, I didn’t lie to him. Marriage was a legal contract as far as the state was concerned. I wore a nice outfit, going again with a three-piece business suit. When we met up at the entrance to the dining room, I saw that he was wearing a nice three-piece business suit and looked sharp. I was glad George had caught on that something important would happen today and had dressed appropriately.

Once our waitress delivered our meal, I took the direct approach. I turned to George, leaned in, and quietly said, “George, you’ve probably already figured out I’m a lesbian. I’ve also figured out that you’re gay.”

George’s eyebrow rose, the only expression of surprise he allowed himself to show. He leaned in and quietly said, “Admitting something like that to the wrong person can have serious consequences, Anna.”

I smiled at George and asked, “Are you the wrong person for me to admit that to?”

“God, no!” George quietly exclaimed. “And I’m not worried about you knowing my secret either.”

“Good,” I said. “Now that we know each other’s secret, I propose that we get married. That way, no one would ever believe we’re that way, even if they suspected.”

I watched George’s face, and I saw surprise and interest warring on his face. Finally, he leaned in and asked, “What do you propose?”

I smiled, reached over, and took George’s hand in mine. I said, “I think a long and obvious engagement period followed by a wedding next April where we invite many co-workers would be a start.”

George smiled, lifted my hand up to his lips, and nuzzled my knuckles for a moment. He asked, “And how would we cohabitate once that blessed event occurs?”

“Well,” I started, smiling back, “We’d have to work on that together, but a nice duplex could be converted into a single dwelling. That way, if we bring anyone home, we can each have our own space.”

Being the lawyer he was, George asked, “And what do we tell our families?”

I smiled and countered, “It sounds like you’re on board with my idea.”

“I’m seriously considering it,” George said.

“Good, that’s all I expected to start with,” I said, taking my hand back.

We dug into our lunch, discussing business and current events while I let George consider my proposal. We were both impressed by the recent Skylab II mission, where the astronauts had to repair Skylab to fix the damage done during its launch. We also wondered when the next mission to the moon would take place since Apollo 17 returned last December.

Starting the next day, we made it a point to put in an appearance with each other in their workplace and dine together in the executive dining room every chance we got. Soon word was getting around, and several of my female co-workers mentioned that George was quite the catch, and they were a bit jealous of me. I would just say that we were friends and really enjoyed each other’s company.

I wasn’t lying when I told them that. I found George to be a delightful person, and we shared many interests. We really enjoyed working out in the gym with each other and going for walks in the park. We also both liked dancing, and we even started attending classes at the local Arthur Murray’s Dance Studios, learning classical dances like the rumba, waltz, and foxtrot. We found that we worked well together on the dances, and the dance teachers all praised how well we danced with enthusiasm and emotion.

September 1973

Per our plan, George and I attended the Labor Day picnic sponsored by Martin Marietta for its employees. Right in the middle of the cookout, George got down on his knee and proposed to me. Feigning surprise, I screamed, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and let him put the engagement ring on my finger. We hugged and kissed, and our co-workers, while surprised, applauded and congratulated both of us for doing the right thing. That was the first time I kissed a man; it wasn’t as bad as I feared.

After that, we were always seen with each other, and we started planning the wedding and getting a place to live. We did find a nice duplex that we could buy in McLean, VA. We hired contractors to convert it into a single dwelling residence on the inside but left it looking like a duplex on the outside. It was perfect for our plans, where we could each have our own master bedroom suite on opposite sides of the duplex but have a common living area and kitchen in the middle.

April 1974

As was our master plan, we scheduled our wedding for April. My family was thrilled for me. Mom took me aside and asked why I was doing it when I came home with the news, bringing George to meet my family. She had expressed surprise at the move and had asked me if I had stopped being a lesbian. I explained what I was doing, and while not happy about how I was making a mockery of the sacrament of marriage, Mom understood why I was doing it. Once she got to know George and how we were such good friends, she enthusiastically endorsed our charade.

I met George’s family, and again, our future union was enthusiastically endorsed. His family did not know that he was gay, so they had been worried about their little boy. Now that he was getting married, they were quite relieved. Everyone was looking forward to the wedding, and I almost felt bad about fooling everyone.

When I introduced George to Sinéad and Sionainn, they were thrilled to meet him. I had told George that my Aunt Sinéad was a lesbian but not that we were lovers. He was charming to both of them, and they were both smitten by his charm and wit. Sinéad took me aside and congratulated me for finding a way to keep my sexuality a secret.

Finally, the big day arrived. I was thankful that the super outbreak of tornadoes had missed Virginia. Still, I felt terrible for all of the death and destruction that had occurred. My heart went out to Xenia, Ohio, and the utter destruction of the city that had taken place there. I was also thankful that the Arab Oil Boycott had finally ended so people could drive to the wedding and participate.

We didn’t have the wedding ceremony in a church because of our sexuality, so we held an outdoor wedding ceremony with the reception right afterward with an open bar. We invited many of our co-workers, and even Jeff Hauser showed up, congratulating George and me on our marriage.

We left on our honeymoon and spent a week in Las Vegas, visiting all the shows and dancing the night away. We’d get back to our room late, tired but happy that we were having fun with each other.

Once we returned and went back to work, everything settled down, and we acted like a happily married couple. Being married made it much easier to interact with people because when they saw my wedding ring and how happy I was, the men stopped propositioning me at every opportunity. Little did everyone know, except those who knew who we really were, that we weren’t what we were showing to the world.

April 1981

With the election of Ronald Reagan, the mood of Congress to spend more money on new military programs made forecasts of increased business more reasonable. The announcement that the previously canceled B-1 bomber program was being restarted was additional evidence that business would improve.

I expected my role as liaison to the Service Acquisition Executives (SAEs) would be even more critical now. I had hopes of getting promoted to the deputy CFO, DoD projects slot. If I could direct more business our way, that would help enormously. I was scheduled for an all-day meeting at the Pentagon that started at 9 AM and wanted to make a good impression. I spent some time checking out my outfit in front of my mirror. When I met George in the kitchen, he checked out my ensemble and told me I looked good.

I pouted and asked, “Only good?” before giving him a big smile.

George smiled, leaned in, kissed my cheek, and said, “Okay, you look pretty good!”

“Oh, wow!” I exclaimed before I kissed his cheek. “You’re not so bad yourself!”

Our seventh anniversary was coming up, and as far as everyone else was concerned, we were happily married. While it was a marriage on paper, we were close. We were not averse to cuddling and kissing each other on the cheek, enjoying each other’s company. We did many things together, enjoying having someone to share them with. We cared for each other, and except for the sex, we were happy together and acted like any other married couple.

Since I was going to the Pentagon today, I drove down to Tyson Corners to catch the Metro. I got off at the Pentagon station and took the long escalator up to the security station at the entrance to the Pentagon. After presenting my ID and going through the metal detector, I was met by an Air Force Captain sent to escort me to and from the meeting.

I was immediately intrigued by the beauty standing in front of me. She held out her hand and said, “Hello, Mrs. Watson. I’m Captain Kathryn Coleman, and I’ll be your escort for the day.”

I noticed that her eyes danced over my body, and they showed a look of appreciation. My eyes took her in, noting that she was tall, probably 5’10”, and looked sharp in her uniform. Her long black hair was up in a loose bun, and her dark brown eyes were mesmerizing. With her olive complexion and a shy smile on her lips, I immediately flashed back to Alessia Falcone, my first love.

I quickly pushed those thoughts back into the closet of my mind. I did not want to relive the pain of what had happened to her. I smiled up at Kathryn, took her hand, and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain Coleman. Please, call me Anna.”

I gave her hand a quick squeeze before letting it go, making sure to run my index finger along her palm as I did so. I noticed that her breath hitched and her eyes dilated to black. I thought, “This could be interesting,” as she took a moment to recover. She quickly said, “Okay, Anna, as long as you call me Kat.”

“Okay, Kat,” I answered, giving her my best and brightest smile. “Let’s be on our way.”

Kat turned, and started walking off, saying, “This way, Anna.”

I followed, loving the view of her ass and legs. Her 3” heels made them look good, and I loved how her skirt hugged her hips and ass. Kat looked over her shoulder, noticed I was ogling her ass, and smiled. I smiled back at her, acknowledging that she had caught me looking. “We’re going to the conference room at 4D235 for today’s meeting,” Kat threw back over her shoulder as we approached a stairwell.

We went up three flights of stairs, and I made sure to go ahead of Kat, so she could get a good look at my ass. I could feel her eyes on my ass, and I put a little extra in it as we spiraled up the stairs. As we climbed, we chatted about the weather. We commiserated on the attempted assassination of President Reagan by John Hinckley and how he was recovering so quickly. Once we reached the top, Kat turned left, and when we came to corridor 2, we turned right and headed into the D ring. Once we got to the D ring, we turned right and came to Room 35.

We entered the conference room, and I saw several seats occupied by people I recognized as my equals from rival contractors. Every seat had a nameplate in front of it, but Kat still led me to my place. As I prepared to slip into my chair, I managed to covertly palm her ass, drawing a quiet gasp from her lips that she quickly cut off. I smiled up to her, and she returned my smile as she stepped back.

I noticed her eyes rested on my wedding ring momentarily before she turned and headed back out, probably to escort another visitor. After watching her walk away, I turned back to the table and looked around, nodding to the people I recognized. Soon Kat was back with another visitor. By now, all seats were occupied except for the seat at the head of the table. Then the door opened, and Herman Howard, the Air Force Service Acquisition Executive (AF-SAE), walked in.

For the next eight hours, except for a lunch break and two nature breaks, all participants were bombarded with presentations outlining the new program proposals that the US Air Force was considering. Several of the proposed programs were upgrades to the programs that Martin Marietta was participating in, so we would have the inside track to get them once the Requests for Proposals (RFPs) were sent out. There were several other programs that I felt we had the expertise to work on if we took a chance and spent our own money to try to get them.

Finally, the last presentation was finished. We all milled around the refreshments, greeting our counterparts from our competitors and making quick and dirty deals. I was in my element here, being able to sweetly smile while slipping the metaphorical shiver in the intercostal region between the fourth and fifth ribs or making sweetheart deals, leaving both of us smiling.

Participants started trickling out, but I held back, hoping to talk to Capt. Coleman, one more time. I felt that we had made a connection, and I was intrigued that a lesbian had made it as an officer in the military, despite the regulations prohibiting it. She was undoubtedly taking a risk, and I wasn’t going to do anything to put her in any danger of being found out. The thought of having an assignation with a military officer made my pussy burn and my nipples ache and tighten.

Capt Coleman finally reappeared, and I walked over to her. She smiled widely at seeing me and asked, “Do you need an escort, Anna?”

“As long as it’s you, Kat, then yes,” I purred, trying to convey my desire with my eyes.

I reached out and touched her forearm with my fingertips, slowly drawing them down to her wrist. Her eyes went wide and dilated, and I heard her breath catch. Her tongue peeked out between her lips and wet them before she said, “Well, Anna, it just so happens that I am going your way.”

I smiled my widest smile and said, “How lovely, Kat. Your offer is accepted.”

As we walked down the hall, Kat casually asked, “So, what does Mr. Watson do?”

I knew she had seen my wedding ring and was wondering how serious I was about my wedding vows. I let out a laugh and said, “Pretty much whatever he wants.” I quickly followed with, “He’s one of the litigators in our legal department and is currently busy working on some contractual disagreement with one of our sub-contractors. Sometimes I don’t see him for days when he’s hot on a case.”

As we descended the three flights of stairs, I asked, “So, is there a Mister Coleman in your life?”

Kat chuckled sultrily before saying, “No, and not likely anytime soon.”

I noted that she had emphasized ‘no’ and smiled, confirming my suspicions that she was available.

As we walked out to the exit, I managed to brush up against Kat’s hips a couple of times, each time noting the hitch in her breathing. We exchanged smiles as we stopped in front of the security station. We turned to face each other as I handed Kat my business card, purposefully presenting it with the back of the card showing my home phone number. I said, “Call me, and we can schedule a face-to-face when you can take some time to go over the AGM-86 upgrade with me.”

I was facing her, standing so close that my chin was almost in her cleavage as I looked up at her with the most innocent look on my face. I was sure Kat knew that Martin Marietta wasn’t working on that program, so I was basically telling her that I wasn’t interested in talking business.

I heard her breath hitch again, and her eyes were bright and dilated when she said, “I’ll do that, Anna. Goodnight, and take care.”

I stepped back and said, “I will, Kat. You do the same.” We shook hands, and this time, Kat drew her index finger over my palm when we let go, confirming that the message had been received. I turned and headed for the security line to leave. I put a little extra in my walk, feeling Kat’s eyes on my ass.

I took advantage of the forty-five-minute train ride back to Tyson’s Corner to review my notes from the meeting and think about Kat. Now that I had time to think about my immediate attraction to Kat, I thought again about Alessia and what we had nearly seventeen years ago. I took a moment to mourn her again, having discovered several years ago that she had been killed on United Air Lines Flight 389 in August 1965. All those years, I had missed her and had wondered what had happened to her, and I hadn’t known that she was dead all that time. No wonder she had never gotten back in contact with me.

My eyes burned with unshed tears for a moment before I forced those thoughts back into the recesses of my mind. “Water under the bridge,” I told myself as I pulled myself back together. I started thinking about Kat and how her body had filled her uniform in a delightful way. I knew I would be jilling myself off several times tonight thinking about her.

***

It was a week since my visit to the Pentagon. I had just finished a meeting with Jack Wilkinson, the CFO who had succeeded Jeff Hauser when he moved on to one of our competitors. As I returned to my desk, my phone rang. I picked up and said, “This is Anna.”

“Hello, Mrs. Watson. This is Captain Coleman.” I smiled as I recognized her sultry voice.

“Kat, you must call me Anna, or I’m going to hang up,” I said, hoping she could hear my smile through the phone.

I heard her sultry chuckle as she said, “Okay, Anna. May I have a moment of your time?”

I replied, “Well, Kat, if you ask nicely enough, you can have anything.”

I heard her breath catch before she rallied and said, “I’ll keep that in mind when the time is right. For now, I was hoping to come out to your facility with a new presentation for your specific programs. Would you be interested in that, Anna?”

“Not only would I be interested,” I purred into the phone, “I’d insist on it.”

“When would you be available?” Kat asked.

“For you, anytime,” I replied. I quickly checked my calendar and saw I had Friday mostly open at the moment and could reschedule the one meeting I had. I said, “How’s Friday work for you?”

“Friday works fine,” Kat replied with a sultry chuckle. “I can be there at 9:00 AM.”

“How much time will you need?” I asked, anticipating her answer.

“How much time do you have?” Kat asked, making me smile as she gave me the opening I had wanted to get.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to rush it, so you may want to pack an overnight bag,” I said in my best bedroom voice, making my pitch for something more than just a meeting.

I heard her breath catch before Kat answered, “I may just do that, Anna.”

“Please do, Kat,” I said. “I’ll see you Friday.”

“I’ll see you Friday, Anna. Goodbye.” With that, the phone went dead. I was smiling ear-to-ear as I turned to my calendar and called Barb in to reschedule that meeting and block out Friday.

Friday finally arrived, and I stood in front of my mirror, checking my appearance, wanting to look good for Kat. When I entered the kitchen, George was pouring himself a cup of coffee, and when he saw me, his eyes lit up. He said, “Wow! You look nice today! You must really be serious about seducing Kat.”

I had told George that I was going to be busy Friday and that I might be bringing Kat home for the night if all went well. George had plans for the weekend, so we just needed to let each other know what was planned so we didn’t accidentally interfere with the other’s activities. We had our signals set up, equivalent to the sock on the doorknob in college that everyone was familiar with, so in the event plans changed, we could still avoid embarrassment.

“A girl can always hope,” I said with a smile as I stepped up to George, got up on my toes, and gave him a peck on the cheek. I checked out his outfit and briefly fussed with his lapels, smoothing them down as he chuckled at my mother-henning him. I looked up into his eyes and said, “You’re no slouch yourself, you know,” as I went to pour myself a cup of coffee.

“Yes, I know,” George sighed, a broad smile on his face. “One of the many burdens I have to shoulder,” he said before finishing his coffee. “Well, I’ve got to go. The place is yours tonight, so have fun,” he said before leaning down and pecking me on the cheek.

“Love you,” I said to George as he turned to head out to the garage.

“Love you, too,” he threw back over his shoulder.

As I drove into the office, I thought about the plans I had set in motion for tonight. I had made reservations at a nice Italian restaurant in McLean called Capri Ristorante Italiano for 7:00 PM tonight. Then we’d go do some dancing at The Sly Fox before, hopefully, heading back to my place for the night.

When I entered the lobby, I verified that Kat’s security badge was ready. I had applied for a permanent badge for her, claiming that she’d be a regular visitor for the foreseeable future. “At least I hope so,” I thought as I swiped through the security door to get to my office.

When I got the call that my visitor was here, I sent Barb down to get Kat. When my door opened and Barb ushered Kat in, I got up and walked around my desk to greet her. We shook hands, and when we released, I ran my index finger over her palm while giving her my biggest smile. I said, “It’s good to see you again, Kat,” as I blatantly ran my eyes up and down her body, loving how her uniform fit her body.

Kat smiled back at me, her eyes running over my body, making my pussy hot and my nipples ache and tighten. “It’s good to see you again, Anna,” she said. “I’m glad you had the time to see me.”

I motioned toward my table with two chairs strategically placed beside each other. Kat went over to it and put her briefcase on the table. She then unbuttoned her uniform jacket and shrugged it off before hanging it on the back of her chair. Encouraged by that, I did the same, shrugging off my blazer and draping it on the back of my chair. This allowed me to show off my ruffled blouse with as many buttons unbuttoned as possible to show my cleavage, but not enough to let my nipples show through my semi-translucent lacy bra.

Unfortunately, Kat’s uniform blouse was completely buttoned up so her tab tie could be snapped shut. Of course, that didn’t hide the fact that her breasts were straining the buttons, and I could see the lace pattern of her bra embossed on the material of the blouse.

Kat’s eyes snapped to my chest, and I saw a flare of lust in her eyes as we sat at the table. I looked up into her eyes and innocently asked, “So, Kat, what did you want to show me?”

Kat licked her lips, pulled her presentation out of her briefcase, and said, “Unfortunately, nothing as sexy as what you’re showing me.” She locked eyes with me again, and I could see they were dilated, as I’m sure mine were.

I loved that Kat wasn’t going to be shy about where I wanted this to go tonight, but, for now, we needed to, at least, pretend to be doing business. “There is that, Kat. But, business before pleasure?” I asked.

Kat opened her presentation and said, “Yes, we’d better take care of business first.”

We spent the morning reviewing numbers and budgets for the several programs Martin Marietta was contracted to do. As we huddled over the table, our shoulders constantly bumped. We’d look into each other’s eyes each time before Kat continued with her presentation. We were so deep into the numbers that I was startled when my intercom beeped, and Barb said, “Anna, your lunch reservation is in five minutes.”

I looked at Kat and said, “I reserved a private room in the Executive Dining Room. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No, that’s fine, Anna. I am ready to eat something,” Kat said with a smile.

“Oh? Something or someone?” I asked with a purr.

Kat’s breath caught, and she licked her lips before she said, “Something now, maybe someone later?”

“I think that can be arranged,” I said with a huge smile as we got up, donned our jackets, and headed out of my office.

We made it to the Executive Dining Room in time and found our private table. We didn’t sit next to each other because the steward would be coming in and out to wait on us, so we sat across from each other. After ordering our lunch, we talked about the Space Shuttle Columbia and its maiden flight that had landed successfully at Edwards Air Force Base. We both expected that it would be the first of many trips by it and its sister shuttles.

When we finished eating and were sipping our coffees, I asked, “Kat, I hope you don’t need to head back to DC after we’re done?”

“No,” Kat said with a smile. “I don’t have any place I need to be tonight.”

“Good,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made reservations for us for dinner tonight.”

“Oh?” said Kat. “Tell me more.”

I told Kat about the dinner plans I had made and my thoughts about going dancing afterward. I asked, “I hope you brought a change of clothing?”

Kat leaned in and said, “As a matter of fact, I did pack an overnight bag in case you had something like this in mind.”

I smiled and said, “Great. Once we’re done here, you can follow me to my place and change before we head out.”

“Okay, Anna,” Kat said. “Let’s go get started so we can finish up at a decent time.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said as we got up.

We stopped in the Executive washroom to freshen up before returning to my office. We returned to the presentations, eschewing any additional flirting, not wanting to waste any time. Finally, at 4:30 PM, we were done. We sat back, and I told Kat, “Those are promising budget numbers. I’m pretty sure we can meet or even come in under those numbers, assuming no external events cause economics to change.”

“That’s great, Anna. I had to fight hard to get the AF-SAE to accept that those numbers were doable. I appreciate that you are willing to work within these budgets,” Kat finished, and I could tell she was relieved and pleased that I was on board with them. Knowing the labyrinthine nature of the two-year budget cycle that DoD had to work with, I understood how hard she had to work to produce the numbers she showed me.

I reached over and took Kat’s hand, the first overt touch I had made, the shock making both our breaths catch as I said, “Kat, I really appreciate the hard work you put into these budgets. You’ve made my job a lot easier, and I want to make sure you know I know.” After a beat, I squeezed her hand, let it go, and said, “Let’s pack up and get out of here.”

Before we left the office, I handed Kat a sheet of paper with a map and directions to my place. We separated in the parking lot, and I walked to my car, got in, and took off. The traffic was miserable this time of day on a Friday, and it would take thirty to forty-five minutes to arrive home. I got home, pulled into the garage, and got out of my car as Kat pulled up. She was driving a nice Datsun 280ZX. I directed her to pull into the garage before closing the garage door.

Kat walked into the house with her overnight bag, and I directed her to the guest bedroom and en suite bathroom. I headed to my bedroom, anxious to change into something that I thought Kat would appreciate. I had a little black dress that was scandalous on a good day, and I planned on being bad tonight. I quickly went through my toilet before pulling the dress on, wearing only thigh highs and a garter belt under it. The dress was so short that there was a gap between the top of the thigh highs and the hem, exposing the garters.

In my 3” stilettos, my ass and legs looked great. I turned back and forth in front of the mirror, checking to ensure everything else looked as good. I had my hair down tonight, letting it fall to the small of my back. Kat had only seen it in French braids before, and I hoped she’d like it like that.

When I came out of my bedroom, Kat was standing there in a simple off-the-shoulder white sweater dress that hugged her body like a second skin, contrasting nicely with her olive complexion as the hem ended mid-thigh. Kat had her hair down, falling below her shoulder blades. My nipples ached and hardened as I saw her nipples tenting her dress, letting me know she was braless and liked my outfit. I heated up as her eyes caressed my body, stopping on my chest, obviously enjoying that my nipples were tenting my dress.

“You look yummy,” I said, licking my lips.

“You look incredible,” Kat said, licking her lips.

“Two hot girls are going out on the town,” I said. I wanted to take her in my arms and ravage her, but I reluctantly resisted and said, “How about you drive?”

“Okay,” Kat said.

We headed out to the garage, and I grabbed the garage door opener before getting in her car. We headed out, and I directed her to Capri Ristorante Italiano. When we got there, Kat pulled up to the valet parking. The attendant graciously handed us out before taking the car to be parked. We walked in and up to the hostess desk, where I gave the hostess my name. I noticed she was eying us both and saw approval in her glance.

The hostess led us to our table, and I noticed many customers were following us with their eyes. Our table was in an alcove that gave us some privacy, so I slid over to sit next to Kat. A cute woman approached and introduced herself as Candy, and said she’d be our server for the evening. She asked if we wanted something to drink, and I ordered a Salty Dog. Kat ordered a Yuengling Golden Pilsner, saying she loved just about any Yuengling beer since discovering it recently.

While waiting for our drinks, we talked about current events, trying to ignore the sexual tension that was ramping up so much that I was worried that we might do something to bring attention to the fact that we were lesbians. At the same time, I wanted Kat primed so that once we were safely behind closed doors tonight, we would both go wild and have an incredible night of sex. We both complained about the cost of first-class postage going up from fifteen cents to eighteen cents last month. With all of the mail processed by Martin Marietta, that would be a big hit on our postage budget. Kat agreed, saying it was going to affect AF programs, too.

When Candy came back with our drinks, we ordered dinner. I ordered the Chicken Marsala, and Kat ordered the lasagna. While we waited, I asked Kat about her career in the Air Force. She told me she had gotten her BSEE at MIT before going through Officer Training School at Lackland AFB in San Antonio, Texas. She was in the second year of her assignment at the Pentagon. She expected to be working a new assignment, hopefully to a Headquarters position. Kat had her eye on a liaison position but really enjoyed working in acquisition.

Our food came, interrupting our conversation. We dug in, finding the food delicious. The servings were huge, and with all the bread and salad offered for sides, we barely put a dent in the dishes. We ate what we could, not wanting to stuff ourselves silly, and ended up taking most of it with us. I insisted on covering the tab since this wasn’t a business meeting, and Kat had nothing to do with our contracts with DoD.

We left, and I directed Kat to the Sly Fox. Being Friday night, the place was hopping. We again took advantage of valet parking and headed inside. We got a lot of attention from the single men and had to gently turn them away, smiling at them so they wouldn’t go away mad. We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks, me a Singapore Sling and Kat another Yuengling beer, this time a dark porter. We sipped our drinks and checked out the dance floor. It was crowded with many couples, but a few pockets of singles were milling around as a group.

Once we finished our drinks, we made our way onto the dance floor. We started dancing, switching partners, not wanting to encourage anyone to make a play for either of us. We mostly danced with guys, and I loved how their eyes were everywhere but at my eyes, making me hot, knowing I was being appreciated despite being older than a lot of them. A few women were eying us, especially when Kat and I danced together or with other women. I saw that Kat had her share of admirers, too. By the time we were done dancing, I’m sure we had left a lot of disappointed men and even a couple of disappointed women behind.

By now, Kat and I wanted nothing more than to return to my place. We made our escape and headed for the exit. After getting the car for us, the attendant handed us in, and Kat took off. As soon as we were back on the road, I grabbed Kat’s hand and placed it on my thigh, just under the hem of my dress. I spread my legs and felt Kat’s fingers exploring and discovering I had no panties. I heard Kat’s breath catch, and a low moan escaped her lips as her finger drifted up and down my slit. Kat said, “God, Anna. You’re going to make it hard for me not to just pull over and ravish you right now.”

I grinned at her and said, “But we’d have much more fun with a king bed to play on.” I started rolling my hips and thrusting up when Kat’s finger approached my entrance, getting it to slide into my hole. I moaned my approval, harmonizing with Kat’s moan as her finger penetrated me.

“God, Anna, you’re so tight, hot, and wet,” Kat moaned as she drove her finger in until her knuckles nestled between my lips.

“All for you, Kat,” I moaned. I grabbed her wrist and started humping her hand. Kat crooked her finger, hitting my G-spot and sending impulses zinging through my body. Before Kat ran off the road, I pulled her hand up to my mouth and licked my juices off her finger, making sure to get every drop.

Kat moaned, “Oh, God, Anna,” barely able to drive, so I let go of her hand and closed my legs. Kat turned her attention back to the road and said, “God, Anna, I nearly ran off the road.”

I said, “Sorry, Kat,” so contritely that Kat tried to reassure me she wasn’t complaining. I cut her off by leaning across the console and laying my cheek against her arm. I chuckled and said, “We’d create quite a scandal if the EMTs found our bodies in the ditch with your hand between my thighs.”

Kat laughed a sultry laugh that sent a pulse shooting through my body. “Oh, God, my parents would die of embarrassment,” she said.

We made it back to my place without further incident, and once the garage door was down, I climbed over the console, straddled Kat’s lap, threw my arms around her neck, and attacked her lips with mine. We both started moaning as our mouths opened simultaneously, and our tongues plundered each other’s mouths. Our moans resonated, making a sound indescribably beautiful as we writhed against each other, crushing our breasts together. I was grinding my pussy on Kat’s core, my dress riding up as Kat’s hands went to my bare ass, fondling it and digging her fingers into my flesh.

Finally, I broke the kiss and gasped, “God, Kat, I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you at the Pentagon.”

“Me, too, Anna,” Kat gasped.

We got out of the car and into the house before I pulled my dress up over my head and tossed it on the floor, leaving me in my garter belt and thigh highs. I turned to Kat and grabbed the hem of her dress to work it up over her hips when I realized that my grinding on Kat had stained her dress with my juices. I started to apologize, but Kat finished pulling her dress up over her head and hushed me, saying, “It’s just a dress, Anna. I’m sure it’ll wash out.”

She then grabbed my ass and picked me up as I wrapped my arms around her neck and wrapped my legs around her hips. Our lips locked again, and we started moaning as Kat walked us into my bedroom. She set me down on the bed before climbing on, too, sitting up against the headboard, spreading her legs wide. I paused to look at her beautiful pink pussy framed by her short, trimmed black curly rug.

I was going to dive into her pussy when Kat grabbed and pulled me into her before turning me around and placing me between her legs. She hooked her long legs over mine and pulled me back into her, my head nestling between her breasts. I reached behind me and wrapped my arms around her neck, giving her complete access to my body. “Oh, God, Kat,” I moaned as her left hand crushed my breast, pinching my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and her right hand slid down over my core to my pussy, cupping it and squeezing it.

Kat leaned in, nuzzled the top of my head, and moaned, “Oh, God, Anna, you’re so beautiful!”

Without any preamble, Kat plunged her middle finger into my pussy, searching for my G-spot. I thrust my hips to help her bury her finger in my pussy, loving the penetration. She pulled out and added her ring finger before plunging back in, stretching my pussy and filling it. I moaned and thrust my hips again as Kat began pistoning her fingers in and out rapidly, the base of her thumb hitting my clit, sending pulses through my body that warred with the impulses from her pinching, pulling, and rolling my nipple.

I was so primed that I quickly screamed into an orgasm, trying to curl around it but unable to because Kat was holding me, so I couldn’t stop her from continuing to plunder my pussy despite my struggles. I quickly screamed into a second orgasm as Kat added a third finger, pistoning her fingers in and out so rapidly that her hand liked like a blur.

I lost myself in the fury of her attack, giving in to the inevitable and writhing, spasming, and wailing until I blacked out …

… When I came to, I was wrapped in Kat’s arms, and she was rocking me as she chanted, “Oh, God, Anna.”

I managed to wrap my arms over Kat’s arms and said, “Oh, my God, Kat. That was wonderful.”

“Oh, good,” Kat responded as she stopped rocking me. “I was worried I had killed you.”

“I wouldn’t want to go any other way,” I said with a chuckle. I spent a few more minutes just reveling in the lassitude from my orgasm. Finally, I pulled her arms from around me and moved out of her lap before turning around and diving into her hot, wet pussy. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, worming the tip between her lips, gathering up her juices, and reveling in their taste.

Kat’s hands went to the back of my head, pressing my face into her pussy. She started rolling her hips, grinding her pussy against my face. I thrust my tongue into her hole, drawing a moaned “Oh, God, Anna!” out of her mouth. Each time my nose hit her clit, her hips jerked, and she gasped. Kat’s aroma was intoxicating, and her juices tasted divine.

I pulled my tongue out of her pussy and tapped her perineum, drawing a moaned “Oh, God!” from Kat’s mouth. I ran my tongue up her slit and sucked her clit into my mouth. When I started tonguing it, Kat moaned and arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed. I took the opportunity to start playing with her anus, swirling my finger around it, spreading the juices dripping down around it to lubricate it and my finger. I started pressing in, feeling her anus spasming. Another gasped, “Oh, God, Anna!” escaped her lips as my finger slipped into her anus.

I could feel her little nub hardening and growing as it became erect and escaped its protective sheath. I caught it between my teeth, eliciting a gasped, “Ahhh!!” as Kat came undone and started spasming and thrashing. Her thighs snapped shut on my head, making it hard to hear her keening her orgasm. I continued my assault, shoving my whole finger into her ass as I chewed on her clit.