Message-ID: <40047asstr$1040721004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021224061637.48104.qmail@web20810.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker <wcollege2001@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 22:16:37 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Business Trip X-Original-Subject: STORY - BUSINESS TRIP Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 04:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40047> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "businesstrip.txt" begin> WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This story contains sex between two women. It contains the account of one woman breast feeding the other. This story is a slightly embellished account of a true experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking for more true experiences from others to write about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and trib. In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful, erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 -------------------------------------------------------------------- "BUSINESS TRIP" by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F MILK TRIB 1st I had been divorced for two years this summer. Ending our 13 year marriage was nobody's fault really. My ex and I just did more fighting than anything else, and it had finally taken its toll on us all - including our 12 year old daughter. Actually, the past two years had been the most pleasant of them all. My ex was somewhat financially supportive while I went back to school to finish my degree (quitting school to marry was my first big mistake). I got my BA this past May and spent the next three months searching for a job. Lots of interviews came and went. But nothing. On one particular Tuesday I returned home to find a message on my answering machine. This wasn't too unusual, but the fact that it was from a large advertising agency that I had given my resume to over a month ago, was amazing. I could hardly sleep at all that night. I called back first thing in the morning and received an interview for that Thursday. My nerves were a wreck Thursday morning. It took me two hours to get ready and put my makeup on. I paid special attention to my dress selection and eye makeup, going for a slightly younger look than my 35 years. Upon arrival, the receptionist informed my interview was with Ms. Corey Chandler, one of the ad execs up on the fifth floor. As I entered the elevator I noticed there were only six floors, so I thought Ms. Chandler must be in a senior position. I arrived at her office - it was quite large, with a smaller office just outside her door and a secretary seated a few feet from both of them. I was surprised when I met Ms. Chandler for the first time - mainly because I expected an older, even rough, middle-aged woman. Corey, on the other hand, looked to be about 25 years old - 28 at the outside. She had managed to achieve a great position for herself in what must have been a very short amount of time. She looked the part though, and handled herself in a very professional, no-nonsense manner. I was very intimidated by Corey - still the interview went well, I thought. I got the call Friday. I'm embarrassed to admit, but I actually yelled in the phone when Melanie (Corey's secretary) told me I got the job. I was ecstatic - "Barbara Rockwell, Assistant to Ms. Corey Chandler"! The next few weeks were busy ones for me. There was so much to learn. The advertising business was all new to me, and everything was a priority. Things would be calm for a day and then something would hit the fan and all of us would be putting in long hours for days on end. I gained much respect for Corey over that period. She was a fantastic boss - very fair, but she also had very high expectations. No one said "no" to her. I could see how she got to where she was. I was a hard worker and fit in well with her style. Corey confided in me that that was her assessment at our interview and was the reason she gave me the job. We got to know each other better over the weeks that passed. She was extremely driven - almost too success driven in my opinion. I knew she was married, but I was surprised to learn that she was a recent mom. In fact, that was part of the reason she sought an assistant. Juggling work, hubby and a three month old baby was getting difficult for her to manage. Corey and I made a good team and her stress level seemed ease with the additional help I was able to provide. Fall was upon us, which I would learn is a crazy time for an ad agency. Corey called me into her office Monday morning and told me to make flight and hotel plans for both of us to travel to a client's facility in Los Angelis THIS Friday! I booked our arrival for Thursday before noon - giving us time to get settled in, adjust to the time change, review Corey's presentation and still get enough sleep for the 8:00AM morning session. If things went well, there was to be a 6:30PM follow-on session. It was nearly impossible to coordinate everything on such short notice, but I managed to get us a flight back on Sunday morning. Saturday was booked and it saved the company $1200 by having a Saturday stay. That more than covered the extra $250 for the suite for Saturday night. They always get two-room suites when only two employees are traveling - it's cheaper than two separate rooms plus you are co-located and have a large area to work and teleconference. Corey was frantic the two days before we left. This was an important client and the financial impact was huge. At the airport I opted to check my bags and carry on the copies of the presentation - figuring that my clothes could be replaced. As usual, our flight was delayed and we didn't get to our hotel until 3 PM. Corey was visibly upset as the 8AM deadline was fast approaching. We worked together on her presentation until 9PM, ordering room service at around 7. Corey seemed a little short tempered the last few hours - I assumed it was because of the pressure on her from tomorrow's pitch. Finally she called it quits. I was relieved. My stress was over (the preparation), it was now entirely on Corey alone. I went into my room, closed the door and crashed. I was in a deep sleep when I heard a knocking at the door. I woke up and took a second to remember where I was. Another knock came - it was faster, and followed by a loud "Barbara"! I got up and opened the door. Corey was standing there with a anxious look on her face. "I need help" she exclaimed with an abrupt tone. She turned and walked to the sofa in the common area. I asked what was wrong, expecting we had overlooked something with the presentation. I never could have imagined the problem she proceeded to describe to me. She told me how she was breast feeding her son and that she needed to pump every six hours or so when she was away from him. In all the chaos that preceded this trip, she had forgotten to pack her breast pump. She explained that she was engorged and with that, exposed one cup of her bra from under her robe. It was wet with leaking milk and she explained the excruciating pain she was experiencing as a result. I doubted my own hearing when she said the words "I need you to help" - in a manner similar to assigning me a task at work. What did she mean - this sure wasn't within my normal job description, I thought to myself. What did she expect me to do? I just sat there dumbfounded. It was obvious Corey was not going to let having a baby change or threaten her career plans, and with that she opened the front of her nightgown. I could tell by her eyes what she expected of me. I was paralyzed by shock and fear, yet my mind was racing with the reality of my position. Corey again firmly stated, "you need to help me". I became anxious; I had worked so hard to get this job and I felt like was about to throw it away if I ignored her - and it was a great job at that. I shocked myself as I found my hand reaching to Corey's breast. Reading my nonverbal consent, she proceeded to unhook the front clasp of her bra, exposing both of her leaking breasts. My hand touched her bare breast - it was the first time I had ever done this. It felt warm and hard from the pressure of her milk. I started fumbling around with my fingers but was certainly not being productive. Frankly, I didn't know what I was doing. I'll never forget the words Corey then spoke to me. In an almost pleading voice she softly said, "use your mouth". I was frozen for a second - then Corey placed her hand on the back of my neck, drawing me to her. A part of me must have consented because I was unable, or at least unwilling, to resist. Without regard for what I was doing, my lips parted and I brought Corey's nipple into my mouth for the first time. I thought to myself, "I don't know what to do" - but in reality, what was there to know? I suckled. Even a baby knows how to do that. Corey's milk began to flow into my mouth. It occurred to me that what I was doing what not so much a skill, but rather an instinct. It was an instinct that had awakened after lying dormant since birth. My mouth, lips and tongue were all working together to bring relief to Corey's excessive breast. As my mouth filled with her hot liquid, I swallowed. It was a reaction really. The second swallow was more out of curiosity. Her milk was so sweet, so hot. This is what gives a baby nourishment and life, I pondered. The flow of Corey's milk had really increased, and I was now almost gulping as I drank down her flowing milk. Finally the flow slowed, and Corey simply said "the other one". I released her teat and reached over to her left breast. I began to suckle it. It occurred to me that my swallows were no longer out of reaction or curiosity alone, but also the result of desire. There was some satisfaction from this act. Something in me liked what I was doing - it was no longer "just my job". I drained Corey's second globe and released it from my lips, a slurping sound escaping as the suction around her nipple was broken. Corey simply said "that's much better", in the tone of a boss to her employee, then got up and went to her room. I tried to put what had just happened out of my mind, as I went to sleep. The wake-up call came in at a painful 5AM (this would leave us enough time to shower, check everything and get to the client's well before 8AM). Corey came out of her shower just as I was about to enter mine. She called to me, "Barbara... I need to talk to you... about last night...". I began to reply, "Corey, I'm OK, really...". She cut me off, "I need your help again before we leave", as she sat down on the sofa. The reality of what that meant hit me; and I approached, as if out of some absurd sense of employee loyalty. As I sat, Corey opened her towel exposing her large breasts to me. I looked at them for several seconds before leaning over and drawing her left nipple into my mouth. Having gained the experience of the previous night and overcoming some of the repulsion that I had initially felt towards what I was doing, I fed on Corey's magnificent breast, almost with enthusiasm. I found myself mouthing her breast more and raking my tongue across her nipple, flicking the tip as it made its home in my mouth. Corey seemed to respond as well. I could hear her softly moaning as I milked her. As I released her left breast to begin on her right one, I noticed her towel was completely opened and Corey had her hand in between her legs. I was shocked that she she would actually masturbate as I suckled her. This had, at that moment, become a sexual act. Prior to that it was innocent, albeit, not quite normal. As if part of me recognized this new dimension to this activity, I followed Corey's lead, and I became more aggressive in my treatment of her breast. I could tell Corey was frigging herself rapidly now and I suckled her breast with equal passion. Finally, Corey began to moan loudly and her chest heave, almost ripping her nipple from my mouth, as she came in a powerful orgasm. I had finished my task and released her nipple and proceeded to the shower - too embarrassed to make eye contact or even say a word. As I reached the doorway, Corey said "that was great, Barbara". We made the 8AM appointment on time and the presentation went well. Corey seemed much less stressed, was smiling more, and was way less serious. She made plans for lunch as we waited to hear about the possibility of the follow-on presentation. We never brought up what had happened back in the hotel, we just kept the conversation light. Soon after lunch Corey received word that our 6:30PM was a go. The second pitch went even better and Corey was riding high. It was as if a weight had been lifted from both of us. It had been a long, long week - and it had finally paid off. We had a huge dinner out, and Corey even sprang for a bottle of Moet to celebrate. We discussed our Saturday off since we weren't leaving until Sunday morning. We figured we'd do some shopping and sightseeing. We got back to the room at about 9PM and I got ready for bed since my body was still on Eastern time. Corey asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. I plopped down on the sofa, telling her maybe just for the first half. A few minutes later Corey looked over and told me that she hurt again. I gave her a half smile and nodded She lifted her her blouse up over her head and just looked at me - as if she were waiting for me to take the initiative. I brought my hands up to her white satin bra and released the clasp. I noticed that her nipples were already hard - protruding out from her small, brown areolas. I cupped her breasts and looked Corey in the eyes. She glanced down, no longer the strong, confident, business woman, but more of a shy schoolgirl I took her nipple into my mouth and proceeded to suckle her. This was as much sexual fore playas it was breast feeding and I began to slide my mouth over her breast. No longer just sucking, but now kissing as well. It didn't matter that this was another woman, my sexual urges were simply acting on their own. I moved to the under slopes of her breast, kissing and suckling the smooth skin - her nipple now completely out of play. I moved to her other breast, innocently resting my hand on her thigh as I balanced myself. I began moving back and forth from breast to breast, licking them completely and then latching on to a nipple to draw some milk. Corey was moaning. I felt her grasp my hand and bring it to her crotch. I became scared - I wasn't ready for this, I thought. My hesitancy was met with more determination from Corey as she forcefully pressed my hand between her legs. I could feel the wetness of her panties - she was soaked. Corey guided my hand, and used my fingers to press the silk of her panties up between her swollen labia. I noticed how warm she felt down there. I became more aroused and soon needed no guidance from Corey. As I continued loving her breasts, I slipped my hand inside of Corey's panties. She felt so different from me. I explored her vulva with the palm of my hand, spreading her oozing juices all over her mound. I could feel very little hair and thought how sexy her trimmed vagina must look. I was like a blind person, learning and exploring with my hand. Even my mouth and tongue were revealing new sensations, textures and flavors to me. My index finger came to rest in the valley of her slit between her labia. I slid my hand up and down several times and a second finger joined the first as they began to part her wet labia and sink between her puffy lips. I'll never forget that feeling as I slid into another woman for the first time. It was like liquid velvet - there was absolutely no resistance to my intrusion, as if her vagina was drawing me inside. I gloried in this new sensation - in this new journey, a journey only two women can experience together. I began to piston my fingers in and out of Corey, to which she merely whimpered "Oh yes". I thought about how her husband's cock must do this to her, and became intoxicated at the reality that it was I who was now fucking this woman with my hand. Corey was close and cried out, "make me come Barbara"! Her words triggered something deep within me - the sight of my hand inside this woman's panties and the reality of this situation overwhelmed me and I gave myself over completely to this act of lesbian lovemaking. Instinctively I knew what to do as I moved down between Corey's open legs. Her panties were stretched down by my hand as I moved my fingers in and out of her gorgeous vagina. I then brought my mouth down onto her moist vulva, my mouth opened wide so it could encompass her entire mound above my fingers. My first taste of another woman's vagina was unimaginable, and unsurpassed - it is forever etched in my mind and soul. I flicked my tongue all over Corey's juicy labia, licking up and down her slit, my fingers still sliding in and out of her womanhood. My tongue soon found her clit. I was caught off guard as my tongue touched it - though my eyes were closed, her clit felt as big as the tip of my little finger as I teased it. Finally, I sucked it into my mouth and worked it hard with my tongue. Corey screamed loudly, "Oh God I'm Coming" and bucked up violently, causing my hand to slip out of her vagina and positioning the lower part of her vulva against my mouth. I pulled hard against her thighs and pressed my tongue into her as my mouth made love to this incredible creature. Corey came and came, oozing her cum into my seeking mouth. I lapped hungrily at her vagina. I eagerly drank down her womanly nectar, noticing how different this was from her breast milk - much thicker and with a very powerful flavor, that even tingled my tongue. I laid there between Corey's legs with conflicting emotions - I thought how unnatural all was, yet I was completely surrendered to it. The scent of her sex aroused me. She tasted so good in my mouth - I wanted more, I wanted all of her. I had given Corey such pleasure - she had cum for me. There was such a powerful sense of satisfaction in that. It was such an intimate moment. I looked up at Corey. Her chest was still heaving as she came down from her orgasm. I kissed her belly button - I don't know why I wanted to really. Then I kissed the under slopes of her breasts as they rose and fell under me from her still heavy breathing. I then alternately kissed and licked her nipple and areola which were still so hard. The little bumps on her areolas tickled my tongue, and converted the lust and desire I felt into obvious pleasure for Corey. I slid up further feeling my skin against Corey's - my robe-like nightgown had apparently opened from all the activity. My breasts pressed against hers. I lifted my head to look at Corey with her eyes still closed. This caused my back to arch and pressed our hips more tightly together. I felt my vulva touch Corey's, giving me an electric shock. I began to gyrate my hips seeking to increase the intense sensations that were emanating from between my legs. I could feel my own wetness mix with Corey's as our vulvas began to slip over and into the other's. The sensation was so totally erotic, and the sight was incredible. I put more of my weight on Corey as we continued, what seemed at the time to be, an attempt at imitating heterosexual intercourse. But there was no denying that this was even more pleasurable than any heterosexual sex I had ever experienced. Our humping increased its pace and soon Corey and I were approaching an unconventional, yet familiar crescendo. I could hear sloshing sounds originating from where our lower bodies were joined. I looked down and was awe struck by the sight of our vulvas "kissing" each other, labia pressing against labia. Then something unexpected happened, I felt my labia actually slide into Corey's vagina. Corey immediately felt it too because her eyes shot wide open. The sensation of this penetration was incredible. I needed to make love to her so badly, and I realized at that moment that THIS WAS lesbian intercourse. Our bodies were joined in a complete and perfect manner - the mutual pleasure we were both simultaneously experiencing testified to that fact. I brought myself down hard onto Corey seeking to get myself as deep into her as was possible. We began to cum together as the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced ripped through me like a bullet. I could actually feel a surge of fluid between us as our juices were expelled from one vagina into the other's. Suddenly the urge to kiss Corey overwhelmed me and I mashed my mouth down on hers. Her lips parted and my tongue slid into her accepting mouth. We kissed passionately as our orgasms coursed through our bodies. I felt so completely connected to this woman - as if we had become one flesh. I could feel her heart beating through my breasts as they pressed tightly against her. Her tongue felt so natural as it explored my mouth. We shifted our position slightly, our legs intertwined around each other's, breasts to breasts like puzzle pieces, as we drifted off to sleep together. As I did, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the prospect of sight seeing tomorrow. -THE END- by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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