Kayleigh's Awakening Part II

My foot taps in the back of the cab; I am very late. I was completely exhausted after last nights romp with Samantha and had grossly overslept. Mr. Alexander is going to have my ass. The cab finally squeals to a stop in front of Sterns and Baker, I pay my fair and jump out. My heels clack loudly across the marble floor in the lobby as I rush to a closing elevator. When I arrive at my floor I quietly slink to my desk and quickly emerge myself to work, half wanting to catch up and half to blend in. The door to Mr. Alexander's office opens and I freeze, I can feel him starring at the back of my head. "Nice of you to join us, Kayleigh." His voice is cold and stern. I swivel around trying to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Yes sir, I am so sorry, I was working late last night and missed the alarm." I wasn't completely lying. I had been working last night, I had worked my tongue on Samantha's clit and worked my fingers into her pussy; I blush. Mr. Alexander is known for nothing if not making an example of someone and this situation is no different. He loudly scolds me about the meetings I missed and how I wasn't going to get paid for the time I wasted. I sat in silence shaking my head in agreement until he finished his tirade. I am not embarrassed or ashamed, shit happens, I am actually contemplating whether or not I should call Samantha back over tonight or try someone else on. I choose the latter as Mr. Alexander slams the door behind him. I turn back to my desk and get back to work, answering phones and scheduling appointments keeping my head down and counting down the hours before I could get out of here. The day drags on like usual until my lunch. I am attempting to finish up early today so I will have nothing to do when I get home so instead of my usual hour lunch I plan on being gone only thirty. The bistro across the street is rarely busy at this time and it has great soup and sandwiches, something quick to pick up and return back to my desk but when I get there I am unpleasantly surprised. There is a line of about ten people or so and the woman at the front is spending more time arguing with her toddler than ordering. Great. There is nowhere else close enough for me to walk to so I bite the bullet and wait. After a few moments, the line begins to move a little and I step forward. The lady in front of me is being held captive by her cell and doesn't notice and I bump into her from behind. "Oh, I am so sorry," I apologize. She turns around and I am met with the biggest blue eyes and brightest smile I have ever seen. She has her dark hair pulled into a ponytail while whispy bangs float just below her eyebrows. She laughs and apologizes as well.

"No, do not apologize, I was not paying attention," she holds her cell phone in the air as she says this. "This line is ridiculous! I just want a cup of soup," she nods toward the line. I chuckle and agree,

"I know, I work across the street, I was just planning to grab a quick bite but I guess not." We talk like this for the next ten minutes or so until it is her turn to order. She gets her soup and turns to me.

"Hey, um, if you're not in too much of a hurry, I was going to sit outside and eat, I try to avoid my job as much as possible if I don't have to be there." I know I should get back but she has sparked my interest; she may good and well be my next conquest. I agree and step forward to order, once I have my food I walk outside to the table she has reserved. "I'm sorry if I was being too pushy, I don't like to eat alone and it's rare to find another female that's so down to earth and cool to talk to." I wave my hand as to dismiss what she is saying.

“No, no problem at all, I liked talking to you too by the way. I'm Kayleigh." I extend my hand and she shakes it; Bridget. We talk for about 45 minutes before I check my phone and realize I need to clock back in soon, I can't afford to be late again. She senses my tension and checks the time on her phone too.

"Are you late?" I shake my head.

"No not yet, I have a few minutes and I am right across the street. I do have to go though." She stands as I stand and we walk together to throw away the empty containers that had held our lunch. I turn to her, my heart is racing the way it had last night when I went in for the kill with Samantha. "Hey, Bridget. I know you mentioned not liking to eat alone, so I figured we have to eat dinner tonight and I would hate for you to have to eat by yourself when we can eat together." I look at her intently waiting for a response.

She smiles and looks back at me, "I have a boyfriend Kayleigh." Shit.

"Oh no, I was just saying we hit it off so quickly and I thought..." she cuts me off by placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Kayleigh it's okay. I was going to say, I have a boyfriend but he is out of town visiting his parents. I would love to eat with you. I've been alone all week." She grabs my phone out of my hand and after updating her contact info into it she returns it. "I look forward to seeing you tonight. If you can take care of dinner I will bring dessert." Her brow twitches slightly as she says this. I shake my head in confirmation before saying goodbye and once again sprinting across the street. The time barely moves now that I have something to look forward to. It is not until Elizabeth floats out of the elevator that I begin to get excited. Not to see her this time but because I know seeing her meant that I was about to leave. I escort her into Mr. Alexander's office and shut the door behind me as I leave. We are the only ones here. Being Mr. Alexander's assistant has its perks, business trips to China or Mexico, company balls, but it also has its drawbacks. The man works hard, very hard, which means that I stay until he leaves or dismisses me. I decide to take this time now that I know he is distracted to pack up and use the restroom before they finish up. I finish using the bathroom and am now washing my hands when the bathroom door crashes open. Elizabeth walks in smiling, as the door closes I can see Mr. Alexander turn and walk back inside his office.

"Good Evening Elizabeth," I call out as she passes me and enters into an empty stall.

"Hey Kayleigh!" She calls back. "I heard you got into some trouble with the boss man this morning." She laughs at herself and I smile.

"Yes, I was late, he hates it when anyone is late." She's gone quiet and I can hear her rustling around for some toilet paper, after a few seconds the toilet flushes and she comes out.

"He is sorry for yelling at you in front of everyone, he doesn't want anyone thinking he is singling you out." She looks up at me through the mirror as she rinses her hands.

"Oh no, I know that. I didn't take offense to it. He was just doing his job," I really am at a loss for words. Her body language and this conversation are not balancing out.

"What's with the formalities Kay? I've made you squirt for God's sake, you can't at least pretend to be comfortable around me?" She inches closer and it's not until I feel my back against the wall that I realize I had been stepping away from her. She smiles slyly, "Do I make you uncomfortable Kay?" She whispers and she places her hands against the wall on either side of my head, blocking me from leaving.

"No, of course not, but Mr. Alexander does. I just want to make sure I am not being tested." She throws her head back and laughs.

"Of course you're being tested. In fact, you're being punished. We both are. By making you uncomfortable, I am your punishment for being late and for being disobedient, I don't get any dick tonight." She rolls her eyes and continues. "But the joke is on our employer seeing that we both have acquired the taste for pussy." She begins kissing my neck and as a direct result, I feel my panties begin to moisten. Not tonight Elizabeth. I want her to stop but my body has other plans. I push my pelvis into hers and she continues kissing my neck. When I cannot take the foreplay any longer and push her off of me and lead her to the surface of the marble sink. She lifts her ass as I pull off her pink, lace, thong. I hike up her skirt and go in search of her clit. Once I find it I rub it softly the way she does mine. I know firsthand how amazing it feels so I'm sure she will enjoy it; she does. Her back arches and her grip on the sink tightens. Her pussy always quickly gets wet so I never have to work too hard. Once she gets moist enough I bend down and put my head between her legs. She scoots to the end of the sink and places her legs around my neck. My tongue flicks and licks her pretty, pink, vagina. I suck happily and swallow the lovely juices she ejects. After she has cum, she slides off the sink and stands me up. When I stand she pushes my face against the counter where she had sat. She then, from behind, begins pulling off my panties and hiking up my skirt the way I had done her. This time she takes my moist panties and balls them up before shoving them in my mouth. I open willingly gagging on my own underwear. She returns to me and without hesitation spreads my ass and begins feasting. She cleans me from my clit to my asshole with her tongue. I have never had my ass eaten and I am glad it is Elizabeth that has checked this off my bucket list. She is a professional at making me cum and I know wholeheartedly that as in control and stern Mr. Alexander is, there is no way he can handle her. She is a fantastic reality, a bold and fearless and unselfish lover. I clutch the sinks on either side of me and let out muffled whimpers as she sticks her tongue in both holes. I feel her fingers insert themselves inside me while she darts her tongue in and out of my asshole. The sensation is like nothing I have ever felt and before long the sound of my projectile cum claps against the tile floor. My legs go limp and I have to brace myself on the sink to keep from falling over. Elizabeth comes to me and removes my panties from my mouth but she doesn't return them. She plants a kiss on my cheek and exits the bathroom. As she walks out I see Mr. Alexander fastening his belt. He must have been watching. Elizabeth hands him my balled up panties and heads toward the elevator. Mr. Alexander holds the bathroom door open long enough to get one more word in.

"I expect to see you bright and early and on time tomorrow." I nod my head.

"Yes, sir," he turns and enters the elevator that Elizabeth holds open and the bathroom door shuts. I stand there alone in the bathroom for a while staring at myself in the mirror. I clean myself up with a paper towel and replace my skirt. When I get to my desk I pull my phone out of my purse and dial Bridget. "Hey, I got stuck at work and they fed me here. Do you mind rescheduling?"