It's okay to hate Rosalie. Most of us do…
Chapter 19
Alice had disappeared from the impatient horde of employees in the conference room long ago.
No one noticed her slipping into the janitor's closet, adjacent to a darkened copier room.
No one heard the sounds of passion, the muffled screams, the smacks of flesh pounding together.
No one, but her, that is.
She leaned against the wall, almost knocking a broom over and closed her eyes.
So close, she breathed heavily, rubbing her palm against her clitoris.
Her own fingers curled when a flood of light startled her.
Rosalie, Twilight's secretary with whom Alice had only introduced herself to once, slipped into the room unnoticed.
Alice didn't even have time to slip her skirt down.
Rosalie didn't ask her too, either.
Alice shivered, and Rosalie's breath caught in her throat as she whispered, "Don't stop."
Alice was still too shocked to move, but instead Rosalie strode forward, her dark frames highlighting her beautiful face. She pressed Alice's hands back into her heat.
"Please don't stop," she begged.
Rosalie unbuttoned Alice's shirt slowly, revealing a full set of breasts like an offering. She kissed the side of Alice's neck, licking just the tip of her earlobe.
Alice moaned beneath her, and their hands fondled each other, thin materials of lingerie being shed during their exploration.
Rosalie breathed in the scent of the woman before her, her blonde curls cascading around her shoulders. She fell to her knees, parting Alice's soaked folds, devoting to taste her sweet fruit.
With a tender tongue, she flicked Alice's bud side to side, causing a sensual sensation. Both women gasped, and Rosalie teased her just enough before rising to her feet.
"Did you enjoy my tongue?" she asked, flirtatiously.
Alice nodded. "Not your first time, I presume."
Rosalie shrugged. She had always been Miss Isabella's play toy, a means in which she could use to relieve a stressful day. And Rosalie hadn't minded. In this economy, a job was a job.
She was always fascinated by the female body, but there was a certain male employee which kept her questioning which sex she truly desired.
As for now, she treasured the goddess in front of her, cupping Alice's breasts with both hands. She greedily suckled on one of them, then used one hand to probe Alice's folds.
Their bare bodies pressed against one another, and Rosalie tugged on one nipple with her teeth, rounding a pattern over Alice's bud. It made her brunette counterpart moan, shivering and trembling with ecstasy.
With her thighs spreading wider, and a single drip of juice pouring down her legs, Alice orgasmed as Rosalie worked her fingers rhythmically with her mouth. A thread of curses flooded from her delicate mouth as she pleaded to return the favor.
Alice dropped to her knees, lifting the blonde woman's legs over her shoulder. She avariciously tasted her lips, moaning at the sight of the pink, wet center.
Rosalie arched her back, motioning her hips forward for more. But Alice was a tease, she could sense it already. She ran her fingers through the dark locks, coaxing her for further pleasure.
Alice pushed in a single digit, followed by another into the tight bare pussy of Rosalie. Her cries sent her to new dimensions, and Alice's hand was drenched to the knuckles. She felt the deep walls contracting, begging for an eager tongue.
The beautiful blonde grabbed her own breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples in a rounded motion, each bud glistening from her saliva. Alice thrust her fingers repeatedly, whilst her tongue savored Rosalie's pussy.
It was delicious, the act of forbidden pleasure being given as they both heard the final groans of the couple next door.
Rosalie shuddered, riding out her wave in ripples. They sighed simultaneously, their dampened thighs sticking together as Alice stood up for a lip locking kiss. They kissed each other softly, the way lovers would.
As soon as both females were dressed, their heard a door open and close next to them.
The blue eyed blonde rolled her eyes at Alice, signifying her lack of concern for their boss.
That's when she knew.
She had a partner.
Alice pulled Rosalie close, so closely Rosalie could feel her breath sing against her ear. She leaned over Rosalie's body, one hand against the wall, their breasts pushing against the other.
"Rosalie, I have a proposition for you…"
OK, enough porn. You guys are just getting greedy. More plot next weekend on what the hell Alice is up to.
And maybe more lemons. I have no shame…