Just One Of Those Things
By Mavis Applewater
Disclaimers: The characters are mine although they may look an awful lot like our favorite ancient greek gal pals that belong to Universal/MCA & Reniassance Pictures. There is a loving sexual relationship between yeek gads dare I say it, two women. If you are underage, uncomfortable or it is illegal where you live please leave now. This story can not be posted or reproduced without the author's permission. So there!
A special thanks to Raven and Diva for beta reading for me no small task, I can assure you.
As Always For Heather
A month after Olivia picked up Karla at the airport, Olivia storming into the studio apartment startling Sydney who was busy working on her computer. "Tuff day at the office dear?" Sydney chuckled at the dishelved blonde. Olivia simply growled in response. "Whoa, I haven't seen you this frustrated since the day you picked up wonder woman at the airport. As I recall you locked yourself in the bathroom for over an hour. I so don't want to know what you were doing in there." Sydney teased.
"Hehe." Olivia chuckled as she blushed slightly. "I never did thank you for installing a shower massage." Olivia twitched her eyebrows suggestively.
"Ew!" Sydney held up one hand in disgust.
"I'm sorry have I offended your delicate senses princess?" Olivia scoffed. "Far be it for me to point out who taught me just how a shower massage can be a true reliever of stress."
Sydney laughed lightly as she twitched her eyebrows as she turned to her attention back to her friend who was now slamming her briefcase down and muttering under her breath. "All right sweet pea. Why don't you sit down and relaxe while Auntie Chase makes you some dinner and you can tell me all about it."
"Monday's suck!" Olivia growled as she threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in the comfortor as she released a string of explatives.
"My, my we did have a bad day." Sydney laughed as she stood.
Sydney walked over and patted Olivia gently on the head before walking into the tiny kitchen. Olivia lifted her head noticing for the first time that something smell absolutely wonderful. "What is that?".
Sydney popped her head out from the kitchen and cast her crystal grey eyes down at her friend. "I've had a pot of sauce simmering in the crock pot all day. Since it's my day off I thought I would make us dinner."
"No date tonight?" Olivia asked curiously. Then something occurred to her. "You cooked a pot a sauce? But I thought you didn't know how to cook?"
"I lied." Sydney called back from the kitchen. "Besides it's just a lasagna nothing special."
"You are just full of surprises aren't you." Olivia responded as her stomach growled in appriacation as the aroma of the homemade tomato sauce assaulted her senses. Olivia sighed deeply willing herself to relaxe as she thought about her friend who was busy in the kitchen. "You know Chase after all of these years you never cease to surprise me. Sometimes I swear I don't know you at all."
Sydney reentered the room wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "What's to know?" Sydney joked. "I'm just a tired old bartender."
"That's not true and you know it." Olivia responded sternly. "Why do you put yourself down?"
"I do not." Sydney brushed off Olivia's words. "Look this is the first time in weeks that we have both been home at the same time. Dinner will be ready soon, I put the lasanga in the oven awhile ago. Tell me what you have been up to besides femming up my apartment."
"I couldn't help myself." Olivia defended herself feeling slightly guilty about some of the sutle changes in the apartment's decor. "I've got a line on a new apartment. I swear trying to find a decent place that I can afford is like trying to find an unhappy person in Disney World. So where have you been for the last couple of weeks?"
"Things to do." Sydney answered dryly with a shrug. Olivia glared at her friend's causal response as if she had just popped out to the corner store. "I at least hope you let her down gently." Olivia countered.
"Don't I always." Chase flashed a cocky smirk as she reached for her pack of cigarettes.
"Don't even think about it." Olivia warned her.
"Hey this is my apartment." Sydney argued as she rolled her eyes in disgust.
"You need to quit." Olivia pushed concerned about her friend's well being.
"Please get in line behind my Mother." Sydney scoffed as she put down the pack of cigarettes. Olivia knew it would be a short lived victory. "So you were going to tell me what you've been up to?"
"Lusting after my boss." Olivia sighed heavily.
"Well that's productive." Sydney laughed.
"I cannot help myself." Olivia whined.
"She's not why you are in such a fowl mood is she?" Sydney asked in concern.
"No." Olivia explained. "It's that weasel Rob. I swear I wish I could just string that guy up by his . . ."
"Why Miss. Davenport." Sydney cut her off. "I'm shocked that a lady of such refinement would even consider such a violent course of action."
"Always the actress." Olivia chuckled. "The guy makes me nuts."
"Why is he still there?" Sydney asked. "Didn't you tell me that he is a complete incompentant who has sexually harrassed anything that moves?"
"That's the guy but he has never been caught." Olivia groaned. "It always comes down to a he said she said situation or in some cases a he said he said situation. For someone who keeps protesting his hetrosexuality he has certainly tried to play enough rounds of pocket pool with alot of young men in the firm."
"Pocket pool?" Sydney asked. "Never mind I think I know what you mean. Didn't you tell me you suspected him of drinking on the job?"
"Yeah but again, it's nothing that can be proven. I mean his eyes are all glazed over but I can never smell any liquor." Olivia explained.
"So he's a vodka drinker?" Sydney offered. Olivia stared at her blankly. "Unlike whiskey or other liquors you can't smell it unless you drink enough to put yourself into a coma."
"Charming." Olivia sighed. "I swear this guy is made of teflon everytime I'm sure I've got him nailed for not doing his job or stealing someone else's work he manages to weasel out of it. Today I called him on something. He was late with a project. He swore he turned into Robyn my assistant. Which I know he didn't. But he managed to come up with the work by the end of the day. I don't think it was his work but once again, I have no proof. I think he is out to get Karla as well and I've over heard some snide comments he's been spreading about how he thinks I got my promotion. It's too bad I can't just fire him for being a low life."
"You can fire people, cool?" Sydney beamed. Olivia simply shurgged in response. "Let me guess he is saying that you slept with Karla to get your promotion."
"Yeah." Olivia sighed heavily. "I mean I did sleep with her but that was an accident."
Sydney shot her friend an amused look. "You know what I mean." Olivia defended herself. "I already had the job and I didn't know that she was my new boss."
"Yeah . . . yeah I know." Sydney dismissed her as she made her way back into the kitchen. "Hot sex . . . stranger . . . new boss . . . Ruth was a jerk. Yada yada yada . . . I got it."
"Dinner smells good." Olivia tossed as she tried to change the subject while following her friend into the tiny kitchen.
"So tell me about your new boss?" Sydney asked as she peeked into the oven to check on their dinner.
"She's beautiful." Olivia answered with a slight smile.
"Not that." Sydney chastised Olivia as she swatted her playfully.
"Oh Chase where do I begin?" Olivia swooned. "Karla is smart and really good at her job. I'm learning so much from her and she really listens to what I have to say. She makes me look like I'm good at what I do."
"You are." Sydney countered. "Although I still don't understand what exactly it is that you do."
Olivia took a moment and inhaled the delightful aroma of garlic, basil and oregano as Sydney removed a large pan of lasgna from the oven. Olivia watched in amazement as her friend lowered the temperture on the oven. Then carefully sliced a fresh loaf of italian bread in half, then placed the halves onto a cookie sheet and poured melted butter mixed with garlic over the top. Olivia licked her lips as Sydney covered both halves with mounds of shreaded cheese. "What is that?" Olivia asked as she watched Sydney place the bread into the oven.
"Garlic bread." Sydney answered flatly.
"You know I seem to recall you telling me that your idea of gourmet cooking was to make reservations at Cafe Buddapest." Olivia stated in bewilderment. "What other secrets are you keeping from me Sydney Chase, if that is your real name." Olivia teased her companion.
"Who said it is?" Chase laughed heartily. "Oh and Cafe Buddapest closed down."
"What?" Olivia groaned. "I loved that place. Granted it cost a week's salary to go there but it was fabulous." Then Olivia shook her head in confusion. "Wait a second, are trying to tell me that Sydney Chase isn't your real name? Or are you just teasing me again?"
Sydney simply laughed in response. "We need to let the lasagna cool. There's a decent White Zinfandel chilling in the fridge would you like a glass?" Sydney offered effectively changing the subject.
"Yes please." Olivia responded brightly.
"Good." Sydney smirked. "So would I. The cork screw is in the draw next to the sink and the proper glasses are in the top cabinet. I need to shut down my computer." Sydney shut off the oven and removed the bread leaving Olivia to her own devices.
"But you're the professional." Olivia called after her retreating form.
"It's my day off." Sydney retorted.
"Jack Ass." Olivia muttered under her breath as she glared up at the top cabinet.
"I heard that." Was shouted back from the outer room. Olivia glared at the doorway with her hands firmly planted on her hips. She hated when Sydney got the best of her. She loved Sydney dearly but one of her most intriguing and annoying habits was her ability to be evasive. Olivia decided to let it go for the moment. She opened the kitchen draw and stared at the mess inside, finally she found the corkscrew and held it up with apprehension. She pulled the wine out of the refrigerator and placed it on the counter. "I can do this." She muttered. It always looked so easy when Sydney did it but somehow the odd looking corkscrew always proved to be too much for Olivia. She chewed on her bottom lip and began her task. "I can do this." She repeated as she pushed the end of the screw into the cork. "How hard can it be, after all I once closed a two point five million dollar deal. I can certainly open a bottle of wine without getting bits of cork in it." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to picture Sydney and how she would open a bottle with a swift an easy motion. She began twisting carefully. Her confidence quickly vanished as she watched the cork begin to crumble.
"Stop!" Sydney's voice bellowed from behind her. Olivia quickly halted her movements as a guilty look emerged on her face. "You're bruising the cork." Sydney spat out in exasperation. "Put the bottle down and step away." Sydney command her. Olivia sheepishly complied as she muttered, "Sorry.". Sydney gently caressed the wine bottle as she glared harshly at Olivia. "You can get the glasses." Sydney instructed her.
"Fine." Olivia snorted in disgust. "I didn't want to open the stinkin' thing in the first place."
"Good it's settled you can get the glasses." Sydney retorted as she smelled the cork which was now free from the bottle.
"How do you do that?" Olivia asked in amazment.
"Pratice." Sydney answered honestly. "Now get the glasses."
Olivia looked up at the top cabinet. "I can't reach." She explained. "Why do you keep them way up there?"
"Because I rarely use them." Sydney explained. "You'll want the pair towards the back."
"Of course." Olivia snorted. "Chase I swear I cannot reach them."
"Look I really need to finish something on the computer." Sydney explained as Olivia cast a pleading look at her. "Olivia what did you do the summer before we started dating?"
"When you were in college." Sydney groaned as she rolled her eyes.
"I spent that summer rock climbing in . . ." Olivia started to answer as Sydney made a sweeping gesture towards the top cabinet. "Oh." Olivia answered glumly.
"If you don't break your neck I'll be in the other room with the bottle." Sydney chuckled as she departed the kitchen once again.
"Bully!" Olivia shouted out as she climbed up onto the counter.
"Blonde!" Was shouted in response from the outer room.
After dinner Olivia found herself much more at ease. "So you see I don't really know that much about her." Olivia explained as the roommates finished washing the dishes. "Ha!" Sydney laughed.
"What?" Olivia questioned her.
"Do you realize that you have been talking nonstop about this woman for almost three hours?" Sydney pointed out.
"No." Olivia argued as she glanced at her watch. Her heart fell as she realized that it was true. "How did that happen?"
"You've got it bad." Sydney teased her friend as she dried her hands and the pair exited back into the outer room.
"No, I don't." Olivia protested as the pair climbed up onto the bed. "She's my boss and I enjoy working with her that is all."
"Really?" Sydney contered with an amused expression. "Olivia, far be it for me to point this out but you have fallen for her."
"I have not." Olivia tried to argue.
"Ha!" Sydney laughed once again. "You're right you haven't fallen for her you just spent three hours talking about how wonderful she is because she is such a fine administrator. Face it you fell for her."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Olivia scoffed in disbelief.
"Tell me honestly, oh friend of mine . . . could you talk about Ruth or what's her name Amy or even me for three hours straight?" Sydney challenged her.
"Ruth yes. But only to bitch about what a complete horse's ass she turned out to be." Olivia confessed. "As for Amy. . ." Olivia cringed at the thought of the her ex-lover the lawyer. ". . . I don't even want to think about her. As for you well you Miss. Chase are in league all by yourself." Olivia teased.
"I don't think that was a complement." Sydney responded in with a false indignance.
Olivia sighed as she relaxed into the calm of the evening. "I noticed that the futon has been made up." Olivia pointed out. "Are you kicking me out of your bed?"
"As a matter of fact I am." Sydney acknowledged.
"Women." Olivia snorted.
"Hey we both know how I am when I'm half asleep." Sydney explained. "Let's face it you and I came to pass quite a long time ago. I don't want either of us to be put in an awkward position."
Olivia wiggled her eyebrows suggestivly in response. "You know what I mean, brat." Sydney nudged her playfully. "Besides you have the coldest feet on the face of the planet."
"Oh excuse me O' Queen of hogging the covers." Olivia countered. "It's late and I need to get some sleep." Olivia yawned as she spoke.
Olivia retreated into the bathroom and showered and changed for bed. When she returned she noticed Sydney missing. Knowing her friend well she peeked out onto the fire escape to find Sydney smoking. "Good night Chase."
"Good night Olivia." Sydney said softly. "Hey on my desk the is a large manilla enevelope I would like you to take a look at when you get a chance."
"Okay." Olivia answered. "I'll grab it in the morning."
"Thanks I really need to know how you feel about it." Sydney explained in an odd tone as she looked out at the night sky.
"Always the mysterious one." Olivia said. "Tell me is Sydney Chase your real name?"
"That's what it says on my driver's license." Sydney responded with a slight chuckle.
"Hmmm." Olivia answered as she pursed her lips. "But you were an actress, you could have changed your name. I mean actress' do that all the time." Then something occurred to Olivia. "So do writers." She added quietly.
"Nothing." Olivia replied. "I just thought of something. I'll see you the morning. Good Night Chase."
Sydney mummbled a similiar response as Olivia retreated back inside the apartment. As she tuck herself in for the night she found her mind turning to thoughts of her boss. Unaware that on the other side of the city the dark beauty she was thinking of was slipping into slumber herself lost in her own thoughts of a certain blonde.
Karla sat at her desk staring at the mounds of paperwork that was threatening to take over. Her attention turned to Olivia was kneeling by her file cabinet. The past month had gone well. Outwardly neither had lapsed into any inappropriate behavior. Karla had been amazed by her power to restrain herself. Many times she could feel herself becoming lost into the younger woman's emerald gaze. But outwardly she was cool and professional. There was certainly something about this tiny blonde dynmo that made her heart skip a beat. Certainly there was the young woman's obvious good looks, but Karla felt something deeper tugging at her.
Somehow she found herself able to hide her emotions and began to settle into the daily routine of her new working enviroment. Olivia in her own way was proving to be invaluable to her. The young woman was dedicated, expediant and very efficent. Karla often found herself caught up in the woman's excitment. The only thing that troubled Karla was Rob. Karla was too aware of his type. The guy was an accident waiting to happen. Tim had forewarned her about the weak link in the office. She suspected that he had some connection high up in the home office, how else could he manage to dodge so many bullets?
Karla looked over her paperwork and scrunched up her face, something wasn't right with the report she had been staring at. There was something definately out of place. She just couldn't put her finger on it. She turned her attention back to Olivia who was still kneeling in front of the large file cabinet apparently lost in her own thoughts. "Maybe she can figure this out?" Karla mused to herself as she absently allowed her gaze to drink in the younger woman's form.
Karla lick her lips as she took in the view of Olivia's well defined legs. She always found it slightly distraction whenever Olivia wore the short black skirt she had chosen to wear that day. In fact Karla was being to find Olivia's attire completely distracting. Earlier in the day had not been a problem. Of course then Olivia was wearing a suit jacket which although flattering did manage to cover most of her attributes. The black blazer had long since been abadonded and now Karla found herself with a full view of the black vest Olivia had on underneath her earlier attire.
Her crystal blue greedily took in the defination of Olivia's arms and drifted back down towards her well defined backside. Olivia turned slowly allowing Karla a brief glimpse of her cleavage. Karla quickly averted her gaze and stared intently back down at her paperwork, hoping to hide her blushing features. "Is everything alright, Miss. James?" Olivia inquired in a puzzled tone.
Karla cleared her throat. "I'm fine." She lied still hiding her face from her assistant. Olivia seemed to shrug off Karla's odd behavior while Karla mentally kicked herself for ogling her assistant. She refocus her mind to the task at hand which was not Miss. Davenport's body but the report on the Cafferty account. "Olivia can you take a look at this for me?" She braced herself as she turned towards Olivia not wanting to allow Olivia to see just how hot and bothered she was becoming. "What the hell is wrong with me today?" she wondered as Olivia turned to her and stretched out her arms over her head. Karla swallowed hard as she could not help but notice the top button on Olivia's vest straining almost popping open. Of course she wouldn't have noticed if her eyes hadn't gone directly to that particular focal point.
Fortunately for Karla she managed to divert her gaze before Olivia could notice. Standing the young assistant approached and leaned over Karla's shoulder to glance at the report in question. Olivia shifted to get a closer look. As her body shifted her nipples accidently brushed against Karla's forearm. Olivia seemed oblivous to the accidental touch. Karla on the other hand found herself gripping the arms of her leather bound chair tightly. "What am I looking at?" Olivia questioned her as she studied the report.
As Karla turned to respond she found herself facing Olivia's ample breasts. "Does anything look unusal?" Karla squeaked as she shut her eyes tightly. Olivia turned to her boss with a wided eyed expression, "Are you certain that you are alright?" She questioned Karla with concern. "You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine." Karla asserted as she snapped open her eyes feeling more than a little foolish for her somewhat adolesent behavior. Of course she was once again finding Olivia's gorgeous breasts blocking her sight line.
"Ahem!" Olivia cleared her throat. "My eyes are up here." She noted as she tucked her fingers under Karla's chin and tilted it upwards to capture her gaze. Karla blushed deeply as one word screamed thru her mind, "Busted!"
As she stared into those deep green eyes a pang of guilt stabbed at her heart. "I'm sorry." Karla blurted out in embarassment. Olivia smiled slightly at the uncomfortable woman seated before her. "Forget it." She chuckled lightly. "It's okay." She said softly as she placed a reassurring hand on Karla's shoulder.
"No it's not." Karla responded firmly. "My actions just now were completely inappropriate." Her tone becoming increasingly harsher as she spoke. "If I was a man and looked at you that way, you could report me for harassment." She pointed in anger. "In fact if you wish to report me, I'll won't dispute your claim. In fact if you want to transfer or . . ."
"Stop!" Olivia cut her off snatching her hand off of Karla's shoulder, holding it up creating a slight distance between them. "Miss. James could you do me a favor?" She asked sincerely. Karla nodded her head in agreement. "Good, would you mind getting off that cross you've staked yourself to. Lord knows we could use the wood." Olivia spat out sarcastically.
Karla's eyes widen in horror. "What!" She blurted out indignantly as her eyes turned fiery at the confirmtation. Olivia smiled triumphantly in response.
"Now there is the boss lady we all know and fear." Olivia sighed with relief. "Miss. James, I have no intention of reporting you for something I've done myself."
"You have?" Karla asked quietly as Olivia once again closed the distance between them.
"Yeah." Olivia confessed in a breathlessly whisper. "I find myself looking at you when I know that you are not looking. You are a beautiful woman, Karla. A woman that if she wasn't my boss I would really enjoy getting to know better."
Karla was uncertain if it was the sensual honest tone of Olivia's voice or the closeness of their bodies, that was causing her heart to pound heavily against her chest. She found herself swallowing hard and licking her lips. "That maybe true but my actions earlier were out of line." Karla managed to state in an almost convincing tone. "It was just so guy. You know?"
"A little." Olivia conceded. "Okay alot. Normally I would agree with you but your attention is not unwanted. Do you ever wonder what if . . . ."
"Yes." Karla answered her yet unspoke question. "I do. Sometimes I try to convince myself that one more night with you is all I would ever need. That somehow that would quiet the fire. But it wouldn't. Would it?"
"No." Olivia conceded as she sighed heavily. "It wouldn't."
The two women found themselves lost in an uncomfortable heated silence. Each amazed at how electrifying it felt to be locked in the other's gaze. "We have a problem." Karla finally whispered as her body trembled.
"I know." Olivia responded in a shaky tone of voice. She tore her gaze away from the taller woman before her body could betray her even further. Both women were breathing heavily as they tried to regain their composure. "What was it you wanted me to look at?" Olivia questioned Karla trying desparately to sound professional. It did not escape Karla's notice that Olivia seemed unable or unwilling to look at her directly.
Karla found herself taking a cleansing breath before speaking. "It's the Cafferty account." She began to explain. "I was just looking over this report and for some reason it just seems wrong. I don't know what it is but I can't quite put my finger on it." Olivia once again looked down at the paperwork this time mindful to keep her body from making contact with Karla.
"The expenses seem a little high for such a small account." Olivia pointed out. "Let me pull it up on the computer. Who's account is it?" She questioned Karla as she crossed behind her chair making her way over to the computer. "Rob's." Karla responded grimly as Olivia snorted in compliance. Olivia pulled up the account onto the computer screen and glanced quickly at the figures. "That's alot of wining and dinning for a low profile client." Olivia pointed to the screen. "The charges on the account seem to be awfully low. According to what I am looking at we should just break even on this one. The projections for the furture look a little too good to be true."
"Looks like I need to schedule a meeting with my favorite employee." Karla sighed heavily at the thought.
"From what I'm looking at there doesn't seem to be anything you can nail him on." Olivia pointed out. "I'll ask him in the morning to prepare a detailed account and schedule a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. That ought to shake up the little weasel if he is up to something."
"That would be nice." Karla smiled at the thought. "Let's just keep that between us. I would love to get rid of this guy but I certainly wouldn't want it to look that way."
"Understood." Olivia answered with her own smile as she shut down the computer.
"Why don't you talk to him now?" Karla suggested.
"He's gone." Olivia pointed to her watch. "Everyone has it's almost six thirty."
"What?" Karla gasped slightly as she peeked at her own watch. "Where did the day go?"
"Hmm." Olivia mused as Karla stood and strecthed out her body.
"Why don't you take off." Karla suggested as she turned towards the blonde. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to hang out here." Karla was caught off guard as she looked down at the shorter woman. The was a slight glimpse of something she caught in the younger woman's expression. Karla was far too familar with that look it was the same look Olivia had possessed the first they had caught each other's gaze in the hotel lobby back in New York. All of the pent up emotions each had been holding carefully in check suddenly came crashing down.
Without warning the two were instantly drawn to each other. Karla found herself pulling Olivia closer to her. She could hear Olivia gasped slightly as their bodies met. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze. Her pulse quickened as her hands latched onto Olivia's hips drawing her even closer to her. She lowered her head and captured the lips that she desparately needed to taste. As their lips met Karla felt her head spinning, unprepared for the intensity in which Olivia returned her kiss. Her heart beat wildly as she felt Olivia's tongue brush against her lips in an attempt to part them. Karla willing granted her entrance as their tongues began to dance together.
Without realizing what she was doing the taller woman's thigh found it's way between Olivia's legs and thrusting against her center. It wasn't until Olivia pulled away her head following back as she groaned loudly. The sight of Olivia's exposed neck and passionate sounds thru Karla's libdo into overdrive as her mouth began a frenzied assault on the blonde's neck. Bodly her hands began to explore the woman's body as she pushed her up against the edge of her desk.
Olivia pushed aside the files that layed on top somehow managing not to topple the stack onto the floor as Karla lowered her down onto the desk top. Karla pressed against her in a steady rhythm as she furiously began to unfasten the buttons Olivia's vest. She felt herself driven higher as Olivia's hands firmly grasped her backside pulling her against her body. Karla found her body arching in response as she somehow manage to free the last button and pull open the vest. Her hand quickly found it's way to earlier distraction and cupped Olivia's breast. She could feel her own desire flowing freely as she felt Olivia's nipple harden from her touch.
She felt her breathing halt briefly as she watched Olivia brush her hand away and reach behind her back to unfasten her bra. Karla's movements stilled as she watched Olivia push the offending material away and began to touch her own nipples. Karla watched in amazement as two tiny hands began to pleasure her own breasts. Karla found her own hands reacting by sliding up the young woman's thighs. Feeling her way up under the skirt, her fingers began an urgent exploration until they found the elastic band of Olivia's pantyhose.
The sight of Olivia laying beneath her while playing with her breast caused the normally controlled woman to drop to her knees in front of her. Her hands slipping away from the blonde briefly. Luckly her height allowed her to continue watching the show while her hands busied themselves by pushing Olivia's skirt up to her waist. Without hesitation her fingers returned to the blonde's pantyhose. Olivia moaned deeply as Karla slide the nylon down her legs. She kicked her shoes off to allow Karla to complete remove her pantyhose. Karla dropped them onto the floor without taking her eyes off of the actions of Olivia's hands as she cupped her own breast.
Karla's face reflected her desire as she lowered her head and began to kiss the inside of Olivia's now trembling thighs. The moans and gasps increased as her tongue continued to tease Olivia's thighs. Karla knew what she need, and what she need was to taste the blonde's passion. Quickly she removed Olivia's panties dropping on top of her discarded pantyhose. She licked her lips with hunger as she watched Olivia open herself offering everything to Karla. The taller woman happily lowered her head between Olivia's quivering thighs.
Suddenly she felt Olivia's hand clutching her shoulder as she pulled her body away. Karla jerked her head up with confusion and looked up to find Olivia staring back with a panicked look on her face. "What . . ." She started to say until she heard it. There was someone in the outer office. Olivia jumped off of the desk pulling her vest closed. Karla watched in confusion as the young blonde grabbed her shoes and made a mad dash into her office which fortunately ajoined with Karla's.
Karla spun around quickly banging her head on the desk. "What the hell just happened?" She wondered as she massaged her now throbbing head.
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