Emily's Baptism

Emily always knew when the woman was coming. She could hear the staccato rhythm of her heels on the wood floor, the cadenced rustle of her stockings as she walked by. Sitting in her cubicle at work, Emily always found an excuse to glimpse, watch and gaze as the goddess in a business suit walked down the hall.

Her name was Ms. Fleming and she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair was long, wavy and raven black. She stood at least 5'10" and had a fabulous bosom and lovely rear that sashayed so sweetly when she walked by. She wore light colored blouses under her business suit and a single strand of pearls around her neck. And always, always, she wore high heels, which gave her already beautiful figure even more of an allure.

Emily could do nothing but watch and fantasize about the woman of her dreams. Sometimes, while sitting in her work cubicle, her mind would drift and she would imagine Ms. Fleming leaning up against a table, the hem of her skirt riding up, revealing rich creamy thighs wrapped in silk stockings. As her pulse began to race, Emily's fantasy would grow stronger. She pictured herself walking up to Ms. Fleming and, without saying a word, beginning to unbutton her blouse, parting the textured material to reveal two beautiful breasts resting in a lacy silk bra, nipples clearly visible against the material, a cleavage that seemed to beckon Emily down into the mysterious darkness that lay hidden below.

By this time, Emily would be wet between her legs. Unable to stop herself, she would begin to rub herself furtively, urging the pleasure and fantasy onward, to reach a crescendo before the phone rang or someone stepped in her cubicle. Soon the glowing sensation hit its climax, just as Emily imagined herself kissing Ms. Fleming passionately, tasting her lipstick, her mouth, her breath. "Oh God," thought Emily. "What I would to to experience that!"

One day, towards evening, Emily was working late, when she heard the familiar click of Ms. Fleming's high heels on the floor. Like Pavlov's bell, Emily immediately felt her body become aroused and her mind began to fill with familiar sensual thoughts. Emily listened to the clicking and swishing sound as the woman of her dreams walked by and soon felt her hand slip beneath her skirt where, pantiless, she was able to touch her source of pleasure and revel in her fantasy. So wrapped up in her guilty pleasure that Emily failed to hear the oncoming clicks of Ms. Fleming as she returned back down the hall. Unaware, and sure she was alone, Emily slipped deeper into her masturbatory pleasure, leaning back in her chair, spreading her legs wide apart and letting go with soft moans in her voice.

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat, brought Emily's fantasy to a crashing halt. She yanked down her skirt and turned her crimson face to see Ms. Fleming towering like an Amazon in the doorway.

"I-I-I'm sorry to interrupt," stuttered Fleming, also turning red with embarrassment, as it began to sink in just what poor Emily was doing. "I need some help in the conference room. Are you free?"

At that moment, Emily wished she could have crawled into a hole and died, but acting on reflexes, she jumped up out of her chair and said, "Sure Ms. Fleming. I can help."

The two women didn't say another word, but walked down the hall, Ms. Fleming heels clicking loudly, Emily's flat-soled shoes only tapping softly on the floor. It was dark outside and the curtains were drawn in the room. Ms. Fleming began to explain to Emily what she needed to get done, but as soon as the two women made eye contact, it was clear that both were not thinking of work. Ms. Fleming's eyes were blazing, lit up by what she had just witnessed in the cubicle. Emily, for the first time, found herself standing within inches of the object of her desire. For the first time, she could see clearly the color of Ms. Fleming's eyes, her clear rosy skin, and could smell the aroma of her body.

Emily heard words and saw Ms. Fleming's mouth move, but heard nothing. And then, like from a scene in a romance novel, the tall dark woman, leaned over and kissed the young, nubile girl. Emily swooned as she felt Fleming's warm lips caress hers, tasted her crimson lipstick and felt the woman's long, wet tongue probe her mouth.

Emily responded, pressing her body against the tall, warm frame of her seducer, wrapping her arms around her waist and clung tightly as the kiss continued.

"My God, you make me so hot!" exclaimed Ms. Fleming.

Flabbergasted to hear the woman of her dreams speak so passionately for her, Emily could only sigh as Ms. Fleming kissed and licked her neck. Nearly panting, the young woman put her shaking hands on Ms. Fleming's legs and began to pull up her skirt. She was dying to see what she had been fantasizing about. The skirt rose to reveal two beautiful legs, wrapped in silk stockings that ended in lace at thigh level, held up by a garter belt. There were no panties.

Emily pressed her hand between Ms. Fleming's thighs and felt her animal warmth. A groan came from deep within the woman's throat, as Emily softly stroked the warm skin right up to the curling pubic hairs. Ms Fleming let Emily touch her some more, but then stopped her.

"No. Don't get me too hot yet. I want to take you first," she said.

Emily was still shaking as she stood passively while Fleming disrobed her. In a minute, Emily was naked and lying on the thick shag carpet. She watched as Ms. Fleming then slowly removed her own clothes. First the blouse, then the bra and finally the tight skirt, leaving the garter stockings and high heels on. The young woman thought she was going to pass out from having this towering goddess with the voluptuous body, kneeling before her.

Fleming leaned over and sucked greedily on Emily's hardened nipples and then pressed her tongue into the cleft between her bosom and drew a liquid line of saliva down across her belly to the top of her mound. Emily moaned loudly as she felt the tongue dance around her inner thighs before gently brushing the lips of her sex.

Within seconds, the flickering tongue began to set off explosions of pleasure inside Emily's body. She felt her thighs shake with convulsions as the orgasm began to rip through her.

"Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh! Jesus, Yes," groaned Emily frantically.

As the glowing sensation from her orgasm began to subside, Ms. Fleming straddled Emily's midsection. She lifted her pelvis slightly and began to brush the tips of her pubic hair and the lips of her sex back and forth across Emily's stomach. It was a relaxing, but very stimulating sensation, heightened by the strange, blazing look in Ms. Fleming's eyes. The woman was breathing heavily, her face turning red with excitement as she gazed deep into Emily's own eyes.

And then Fleming closed her eyes and began to shudder, her face grimaced, followed by a look of supreme relaxation. At the same moment, Emily felt a warm wet sensation. She raised her head and looked down. From Ms. Fleming's pussy lips came a thin golden stream of liquid. Emily watched in amazement as Fleming continued to half-squat over her body, wetting her abdomen. She had the most sublime look on her face as she groaned with great pleasure.

Never in Emily's life had anyone done anything so outrageous to her before. She was speechless and yet...how incredibly sexual, she thought. To share her womanly essence with her like that. Emily felt the warm, golden spray splash on her body and trickle down between her legs and thighs. As Fleming finished, Emily reached up and grabbed her lover, pulling her down so she lay in her own liquid that pooled on Emily's stomach. As their flesh pressed together, it became wet and slippery.

Emily kissed Fleming hard and rolled her over, so that now she was on top and her Amazon goddess was beneath her. She slid down to her loins and pushed her legs apart. There, clinging to her soft curly pubic hairs were some golden droplets. Emily eagerly licked them and then licked Fleming's inflamed pussy. There was a sweet and sour flavor that Emily had never tasted before.

"Oh, please fuck me with your tongue, your fingers," begged Fleming, now besotted with lust.

Emily quickly thrust her hot tongue deep into Fleming's sexual folds and drank all liquid and tasted all aromas. She licked and stroked Fleming until she was in a state of orgiastic frenzy. Repeatedly, her back arched and she groaned deeply inside as climax after climax rippled through her body.

"Yes, yes! Oh Jesus! Oh Fuck! You're sooo good! Don't Stop," she moaned over and over.

But finally, Emily did stop. But the lovemaking did not end. Just as Fleming had baptized her, now it was Emily's turn to spray her new lover. Emily squatted over Fleming's crotch and let go a torrent of golden nectar. And Fleming half-laughed, half-cried as she thrust her hands under Emily's pelvis, wetting them and rubbing the golden juice all over her body.

"You'll never be the same," Ms. Fleming whispered hoarsely as Emily finished up.

"I know," said Emily with a smile as she lay back down on top of her lover, feeling the wetness glow against their skin.