Lunch Break — Annabeth Leong

“Are you going out for lunch?” Kate asked as the team walked out of the daily all-employee meeting.

Dina blushed and studied her fingernails. “Yeah,” she said, “but I have some errands to run. Why don’t we go together tomorrow?” She went into her office to grab her purse.

“Sounds great,” Kate said. Dina glanced up in surprise. There was a dangerous twinkle in her co-worker’s eyes.

Dina resisted the urge to race ahead of her to the elevator. She forced herself to move at a reasonable pace. She refused to ask herself why she stopped in the bathroom and checked her lipstick, or why she turned around in front of the mirror to make sure her ass looked good. Then she took the stairs down to the parking garage.

Her red Galant was in the same space as always, but as she approached she couldn’t find her keys in her purse. Frowning, Dina walked closer and propped her purse up on the trunk so she could make a deeper examination. Just as she was about to upend the whole thing, she heard her car doors unlock. “What the–”

Dina opened the door. Kate sat hunched under the steering wheel, her brilliant red hair sticking out in all directions. “You can’t–” Dina started.

Kate smiled and put one finger over her lips. She winked and beckoned with the first finger of her other hand. Dina sighed. How many times had she decided she needed to resist this? Kate batted her eyelashes ironically, and Dina sighed even deeper. How many times had she already failed to stay away?

Heart pounding, Dina opened the door and settled herself into the seat. Right away, she felt warm breath on her knee through her pantyhose, fingers circling her ankles, a soft cheek rubbing against her inner thigh. Dina reached down and grabbed a fistful of curly red hair, pulling it with fierce affection.

Hands slid her skirt up. The same hands pulled her stockings and panties down. Gentle fingers parted her legs a little more, then spread her pussy lips. The tip of a tongue grazed Dina’s clit. A set of teeth caught a clump of her pubes and tugged them. A puff of air blew over her hot, wet cunt.

Fingernails scraped the insides of her thighs, then gripped her hips. Lips fastened around her clit and sucked. Curly red hair tickled Dina’s stomach, where her shirt had begun to ride up, too.

Dina squirmed. She thrust her pussy forward, trying to encourage the mouth to press harder. Dina looked down at the sound of a silvery giggle. Nestled between her legs, Kate grinned up at her around her extended tongue.

“Don’t tease,” Dina said, trying to summon a serious frown.

Kate nipped her thigh and pretended to swipe Dina’s clit with her tongue.

Dina still had her hands in Kate’s hair, but before she could do anything stern, Kate screwed her face into such a funny expression that Dina had to laugh.

The moment the laughter started, Kate was on her, her fingers teasing Dina’s belly, and her tongue slipping into the sensitive crease where Dina’s pelvis met her thigh. Now Dina couldn’t stop laughing, writhing desperately under Kate’s tickling touches.

“Oh my God!” she howled. “What are you doing?”

“What?” Kate said in her most mischievous tone. “Did you think I was going to do this?” She gave a long lick up Dina’s pussy, but now that touch tickled, too.

“I hate you,” Dina choked out through her uncontrollable laughter.

“Mmm,” Kate said serenely. “I bet you especially hate me when I do this.” She slid two fingers into Dina’s slippery cunt, twisting them expertly to brush the inside walls of Dina’s pussy in all the best cases. Dina groaned and flung her head back, spreading her legs wider.

“Oh, you don’t hate that,” Kate said. “I guess I’ll go back to what I was doing before.”

The tickling onslaught began again. Touches feathered over Dina’s belly, her inner thighs, her armpits–all interspersed with maddening little licks and nips at Dina’s clit. Kate kept Dina swinging between laughter and moans.

Dina’s body grew ever more sensitized to Kate’s touch. There was nothing to do but surrender, spreading herself out on the seat, giving her body up to her lover’s lips and fingers.

Kate purred approval deep in the back of her throat, and finally–finally!–began to lick Dina’s pussy in earnest. Her tongue sent sensation bursting up through Dina’s cunt into her belly. Her nibbles set nerve endings tingling in Dina’s scalp, and her exploring fingers seemed to reach into Dina’s pussy and all the way down to her toes.

Dina panted and squealed, trusting that the car’s rolled-up windows would camouflage the sound. By now, those windows were so steamy that it wouldn’t be easy to see what was going on in the car anyway.

Dina let her eyelids drop closed. There was nothing in the world to her now but Kate’s tongue. Dina was ready to come, but Kate somehow kept her hovering just at the edge of it, stilling her tongue at just the right moments to create a further delay. “Please,” Dina breathed, as that teasing tongue dragged over her pussy so agonizingly slowly that her clit felt like it was a mile long.

“Oh, you want something?” Kate said. Dina gave a soft scream of frustration. “It must be more tickling,” Kate continued.

Still tonguing Dina’s clit, Kate poked two fingers under her lover’s ribcage. Dina erupted with more laughter and came. The sensation ricocheted through her confused body, growing in intensity along with the laughter. Dina writhed until she could barely breathe.

Kate released Dina finally, leaning back as far as she could in the cramped space at Dina’s feet and looking like the cat who ate the canary. Dina looked down at Kate’s face, smudged with lipstick and Dina’s sticky wetness and shook her head helplessly. “How are you going to go back into the office looking like that?”

Kate grinned. “You’re going to have to figure that out tomorrow, aren’t you?”

Dina’s cunt pulsed despite herself. The look Kate wore right now–that delightful expression of absolute mischief–was how Dina had gotten into all this in the first place. “What do you mean?”

“It’ll be your turn,” Kate said. Then she squirmed up until she straddled Dina in the passenger seat. She was soft and warm and tangy, and Dina didn’t care about anything but kissing her.

“We’re going to get fired,” Dina breathed.

Kate shrugged happily. Dina found it impossible to stay worried. They were half an hour late getting back from their lunch break.

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Annabeth’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica can be found here.

Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush anthology. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat, and a story in the forthcoming Cleis anthology Passion: Erotic Romance for Women.  You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.