Good Girl doing a Bad Things

I worked in an office of only women. I was the youngest, the ‘new girl’. I was assigned to Juanita to train me. She was very serious, and as we got to know each other, she had never married because she never met a man she could marry. She was a bit bossy, and her tone was sometimes heavy. One day, we were sitting side by side while she explained a new part of the application to me, she kept looking down at my crotch. It was so obvious. I was wearing a new pair of pants, I like tight pants and sitting in the office chair I naturally had my legs slightly open. She could not keep her eyes off my crotch. I opened my legs a bit more and I could feel her body heat against me. I took my hand and rubbed my crotch for her to see.

The next day I went to work with a dark top, but without a bra. I went to her office and stood against her desk, stretching my arm back so my tits would show against the top, my nipples at attention. She was unable to look me in the eye. I knew I was right, this bitch was a lesbian. While we worked on the application, again she sat beside me, I made sure she could see down my cleavage and I unbuttoned a button and my nipple was visible. This bitch was a lesbian alright. I put my hand on her arm when I asked a question, I leaned back in my chair so she could appreciate my crotch and tits. I told her, in confidence of course, that I had broken up with my long time girlfriend and I was still mourning.

I let her make the advances and I lay back on her bed and let her do whatever was on her mind. That bitch was a lesbian, head to toe.