"Are you ok Kelly?"
Kelly awoke up with a start. Her boss, Ms James was standing over her. Kelly had fallen asleep at her register in the Dewdrop Boutique.
"Sorry Ms James! I must have dozed off. I haven't been getting enough sleep," Kelly apologized.
"That's ok Kelly, we're about to close anyway. I'd like you to come to my office for a minute before you leave. Just lock up and come see me before you go."
Ms James had noticed changes in Kelly's behavior recently. Kelly had always liked to try on clothes in her breaks, but lately Ms James had noticed her choosing the most revealing, tightest, dresses. And that was not all. Passing the dressing room one day, Ms James caught a glimpse of Kelly through the parted curtains.
Kelly was naked in heels, touching herself as she watched her reflection in the full length mirror. Ms James lingered for a minute, unable to resist the voyeuristic pleasure. Kelly was extremely voluptuous. Her big white breasts glistened under the lights, contrasting with her tan body. Her dark pink nipples were stiff and distended with arousal. Ms James tore herself away, but she waited at the end of the hall until she heard Kelly climax. Then she tiptoed back to her office, her heart pounding under her starched white blouse.
Ms James was thirty five and single. Her mother had died in a car crash when she was eighteen. Ms James began sleeping in her father's bed after this tragedy. The sudden loss of her mother mixed chaotically with the powerful swirl of teenage sexual feelings. After months of loneliness and grief, her still-young father found it hard to conceal his arousal sleeping inches from the nubile young woman his daughter had become. When she brushed against him in bed, she felt his excitement and this began a routine of furtive touching and exploring until one night she crossed the line.
He awoke from an erotic dream to find his daughter masturbating his rigid cock. Before he could stop himself, he climaxed all over her. This began a torrid relationship that continued on and off for five years until her father married again. Since then, Ms James had stayed single and focused on becoming an independent, self-made woman. Her relationships with men tended to be brief and highly sexual, but it was not until now that she had explored her bi-side.
The image of Kelly pleasuring herself stayed in Ms James' mind. In bed that night, she recalled the vision, but this time Ms James imagined unbuttoning her blouse, unhooking her bra, unzipping her skirt and slipping off her panties, and touching herself as she watched Kelly. At the climax of her fantasy, she stepped through the curtains and rubbed her swollen peach against Kelly's. As she imagined this hot embrace she had a powerful orgasm. In spite of the fact that she liked men, Ms James could no longer deny that she was increasingly sexually attracted to certain women.
She tried to analyze why Kelly had this effect on her when she had other attractive women friends who did not interest her in that way. It was partly Kelly's youth and her figure. Kelly was pretty but not beautiful. Her nose and mouth were a little too large and her hair was thick and dark without being lustrous. But her figure was magnetic. Those firm breasts, her small waist and the dramatic curves of her ass and thighs made men stare and women glare.
Yet it was more than just her body that stirred Ms James. She knew women with sexy bodies who did not arouse her as Kelly did. It was something in Kelly's character, a languid and compliant sensuality that attracted Ms James from the day she interviewed her. At the time, she understood her attraction only as a feeling that Kelly was the perfect person to work for her. She hired her on the spot after an unusually long interview.
Later, Ms James recognized that Kelly's compliant nature was not an immature eagerness to please. Kelly just had an intuitive ability to understand the needs of others -- her boss's and the customers' -- and she took genuine pleasure, in serving those needs. An abrupt noise brought Ms James out of her reverie. Kelly was knocking. Ms James straightened her hair and checked her makeup in a hand mirror. Then she smoothed her starched blouse and picked an imaginary speck of dust off her skirt before she opened the door.
"Come in Kelly," she smiled, "take a seat please and relax."
