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  Saffron After Hours

  By Nicci Haydon

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  Copyright 2017 Nicci Haydon

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Saffron After Hours

  The client was talking, but I wasn’t listening. I mean, I was dimly aware that there were words coming out of her mouth, I could hear something like a buzzing sound in my ears, but my attention was firmly on Francine’s ass. The pants she wore cupped and defined it as she leaned over her desk, jotting a quick note on her pad. Her ass was firm, tight. She was petite, her whole body was petite, and her ass was too, but not thin, not skinny. Round and solid, pulled into the centre where the seam of her pants fell gently into the cleft of her buttocks. There was no panty line. I found myself wondering whether she was naked underneath.

  “…well?”

  I took a quick breath, returned my gaze to the client. “Yes?”

  “Will it be possible?”

  Would what be possible? I stared at her, she stared at me. “Yes of course, Mrs Horner, I’ll have Serena call you first thing in the morning.”

  She smiled. “Excellent. Thank you, Saffron. And you’ll explain the situation to her?”

  “Of course.” I smiled what I hoped was a confident smile.

  “Thank you. I’ll look forward to Serena’s call.”

  Of course you will. I waved as she left the building, then turned back.

  Francine grinned conspiratorially. “That’s going to be a tough one.” Her tongue danced over her top teeth.

  “How so?”

  “Oh, come on… an employee caught stealing customer credit card details?” I could feel the heat rising to my face. She heard everything? “If you know a way to spin that, Saffron, you should be taking my job not working the front desk.” She giggled. “Although there’s no way I could do what you do, you must have the patience of a saint.”

  I jotted a note for Serena: Mrs Horner, employee caught stealing customer bank details. Call her please.

  “She knew Serena wouldn’t be here, too. Devious cow. This way, she knows Serena will have an idea what to do before she calls so that time won’t be on the clock.”

  I laughed and she grinned, her gaze firmly meeting mine. Absently, I squeezed my thighs together.

  “Come on,” she said. “Time to lock up. I’m sure you want to get home.”

  ***

  “We never get a chance to talk,” Francine said as she dawdled behind me. There was no need for her to stay; I could lock up on my own. But there was a hesitancy in her voice, as if this wasn’t really the conversation she wanted to have. “What… are you into?”

  I shrugged as I checked Serena’s office door. “I don’t know. Books. Games.” Was that what she was asking? Or did I misunderstand?

  “Computer games?”

  I nodded. “Are you…?”

  “A little. I like roleplaying ones.” She hesitated. “My ex was a huge gamer. She had all the consoles. I mean all at once, a whole stack of them next to the TV in my living room. I just have one.”

  She’d never mentioned relationships before. Was she just making conversation, or was she trying to gauge my reaction? How should I respond to that? How would I respond if she was talking about a boyfriend? I checked the fire escape door.

  “It doesn’t bother you does it?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “I mean, me being into girls. We’ve never really talked-”

  “No.” I shook my head and turned to meet her gaze. “It doesn’t bother me.”

  She didn’t say anything but the air between us was electric. Francine’s blouse was open at the collar, the dip in her clavicle pulsating as she took shallow breaths.

  “What if I kissed you?” Her voice was soft, sticking in her throat. “Would that bother you?”

  I shook my head. “I’d like that.”

  We stared at each other. I didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to look away. I was afraid that doing anything might break the spell. I could feel every breath, my head felt light. The scent of her, like satin and midnight, drifted to my nostrils. Slowly, she took a step forward, her eyes gazing deep into mine.

  When Francine’s lips touched mine I melted. They were warm and damp like summer dew, soft as petals. Her mouth opened against mine and I tasted her tongue, felt her relax into the kiss. Her body tensed, pressing against mine, and all at once I fell back, twisting, thrown hard against Serena’s office door. She giggled as her fingers twisted into mine, her hair falling out of its band to tickle my face.

  “Do you…” she gasped the words in between kisses… “want to stop?”

  “I like it,” I said.

  She tugged my blouse out from the waistband of my skirt, started fumbling with the bottom button, even as her body pinned me in place. Her teeth caught my bottom lip, nipped gently, and I moaned as all strength in my legs gave out. I felt a shiver run through me, felt my panties sticking to my crotch as I writhed.

  “In here,” I whispered as her lips moved to my jaw, nipping, kissing, working their way to my earlobe. “Serena’s desk…”

  She dropped back from me and I glanced around, found the keys lying by the fire escape. When I crouched to retrieve them I felt her press against me from behind, her fingers caressing my hips, running up under my skirt. I drew a ragged breath as I stood, her hands still clasped to my sides, her lips going instantly to the back of my neck.

  “I can’t wait,” she said, her voice a low murmur. Her fingers trailed along my stomach, caressed my abdomen. My pelvic muscles clenched and I let out a bleat of need.

  The keys shook in my hand, missing the lock twice before I got them inside. Francine was glued to me, her fingers pushing under the waistband of my skirt. I couldn’t fend her off much longer. I wanted her, wanted to feel her mouth on my nipples, her fingertips inside my panties. Finally, the key turned with a pop of the lock, and I dragged her inside the office.

  I should have taken the time to clear Serena’s desk, but I had no willpower left. I perched on the edge of it, then lay back against the files that were strewn all over. Francine pressed between my legs, forcing my skirt up my thighs as she finished unbuttoning my blouse. When she laid it open, her hands went instantly to my breasts, massaging, crushing the nipples with her palms. The soft fabric of my bra rubbed the sensitive skin, sending lightning bolts of sensation through the nerve endings. My back arched as I let out a moan of pure ecstasy.

  She climbed up onto the desk, looming over me, her knee pressing firmly against my crotch. I knew that I was wet for her, I could feel the juices spilling from my body, the heat spreading through my panties. She must be able to feel it, but she didn’t seem to care. She reached up, pulled her hair above her head, grinning. It had all fallen out of the band, long dark strands cascading through her fingers.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” she said.

  I laughed. “I’ve been sneaking glances when you weren’t looking.”

  A grin spread over her lips. Her dark eyes glistened. “Really?”

  “Especially your ass.”

  She giggled. “My ass, huh? You want to see it?”


  I licked my lips, nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” She grinned and I laughed.

  “I want to see your ass, Francine.” I hesitated, then added: “I want to grab it with both hands and spread your cheeks as I lick you out.”

  “Oh my,” she opened her mouth in mock surprise. “Aren’t we adventurous all of a sudden?”

  “Well?”

  Her tongue danced over her top lip, then she nodded. “OK.”

  She grabbed a handful of her blouse and tugged it out from her pants. She didn’t bother to unbutton it, instead lifting it over her head. Her breasts barely filled the pink bra she was wearing, but they sat high on her chest, tantalisingly out of reach, freckled skin begging to be touched. Her eyes were back on mine as her hands trailed down firm abs to the tiniest waist, then unbuckled her pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

  Underneath there was nothing. Not a scrap of fabric, not a dusting of hair. As she pushed down her pants there was just pale naked flesh, and soft, damp lips.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered, gooseflesh rising on my arms.

  She giggled. “You like what you see?”

  I nodded, unable to say another word.

  She leaned forward, kissed me, staring deep into my eyes, then lifted her leg over my body, turned, and crouched forward, holding her ass above my face. “Are you sure you still want this?”

  The muscles of her ass were drawn apart by her pose, but they were still defined. The narrowness of her hips made her back end point into the air, framing the smooth lines of her labia. “You’re beautiful,” I said by way of reply, and lifted my arms, running a finger along her belly, making her shiver. When my hands reached her pelvis, I grabbed at her thighs and drew her down until I could dip the tip of my tongue into the warm slit of her pussy.

  She gasped, letting out a high pitched moan, her body quivering against me. I ran my palms over her thighs, then reached up and cupped her buttocks, spreading them with my thumbs, her asshole squeezed tight. Leaning my head forward, I lapped at her pussy, spreading her lips and finding her clit.

  “Fuuuck…” She gasped. “Don’t stop.”

  I raised my legs, bracing my feet against the desk, and felt the folders beneath me shift as I leaned in further, pressing my tongue flat against her sex, nipping her clitoris with gentle teeth. Her moans of pleasure drove me on, and I drew my thumb across her asshole, only to be rewarded with a sudden shiver through her body and a mouthful of her sweet cream.

  “Sorry,” she gasped. “Saffron, I didn’t mean to…” She trailed off, then started to giggle.

  My body was shaking with laughter. I swallowed and went back to work on her pussy, then felt my skirt pushed further up my thighs. I lifted my hips for her to drag it up around my waist, then felt her teeth grab at my panties, pull them aside. A moment later my stomach clenched as her tongue settled hot against my flesh.

  As we tongue fucked each other, I played with her asshole, drawing my thumb across it, again and again, faster and faster until her body started to buck like a jackhammer and she moaned softly in time with her movements.

  I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. The files beneath me started to fall off the edge of the desk as my body writhed. I cried out with each contraction of my stomach, my pelvic muscles squeezing more and more juice out of my hot slit.

  On a squeal, I finally let go, my vision darkening at the edges as I bucked against the wooden desk. I pressed my thumb down hard, grabbed Francine’s swollen clit between my lips and felt the rush of liquid as she soaked my face. My back ached as I arched it away from the desk, pressing my whole body tight into Francine’s, feeling her heat radiating against me.

  I was so far gone, I barely heard the door click open.

  ***

  “Girls!”

  I rolled my head, dimly saw Serena standing in the doorway. One hand was on her hip, the other still holding the door handle.

  “I don’t think I need to ask what’s going on, do I?”

  “Serena,” I gasped, scrambling to pull myself out from under Francine. “It’s not-”

  “Oh, please. Don’t insult my intelligence, Saffron.”

  I half expected her to turn around and walk away in disgust, tell us we were both fired. Instead, she crossed the room to her desk and pulled out her office chair.

  Francine climbed down off me and pulled up her pants, started to buckle them as she pushed her hair out of her face. “Serena, we got carried away.”

  “Yes, Fran, I noticed.”

  I leaned forward and Francine took my hand, helped me off the desk. “Serena, I’m sorry.” I took a deep breath, my body still tingling with excitement. “It was my fault.”

  “Ah!” Serena grabbed one of the files I had been lying on. One of the few that hadn’t spilled their contents all over the floor. She looked up, glanced first at me, then at Francine. “Both of you clean up this mess, please.”

  “Yes, Serena,” we said in unison.

  “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

  Heat rose to my face as I nodded. Then Serena turned around and left, and I felt Francine’s fingers twine into mine.

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “It will be fine. I’ve known Serena a long time.”

  “She seemed pretty pissed.”

  Francine laughed. “It’s not as bad as it seems.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Oh, you’ll see. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. Like I said, I’ve known Serena a long time.” She leaned her head against my bare shoulder. “Let’s get this place tidied up, then do you want to come back to mine?”

  My heart rate was finally returning to normal. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Computer games?”

  She laughed. “If you like.”

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