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Heather 19c (ff)
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Subject: REPOST: HEATHER PT 19C (of A-C) [F/F]
Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 00:44:49 UTC
Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature,
containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or
if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to
another story.
See the introduction to the Heather series at the beginning
of Part 1. However, all parts can be enjoyed more or less on
their own. Post comments to alt.sex.stories.d or e-mail me at
the anon id.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19C BY "RAMAPO"
At work the next day, Amy suggested they go over the final
plans for the presentation, which they did, and then they trooped
down to the presentation room and ran two rehearsals with all the
equipment, slides, multimedia gear. They made a final list of
last minute things to do from the experience. Amy made a casual
suggestion that Heather stop over to her place after work and she
would loan her one of her outfits for the meeting, as Heather's
clothes would take a while yet.
Amy's apartment was a neat and perfect as Amy, of course.
Heather didn't exactly expect anything else. They poured a drink
of soda and relaxed in the living room with some nice music, then
went to the bedroom and began going through Amy's extremely
extensive wardrobe. In the end, with three different possible
outfits selected, Heather pulled off her skirt and blouse and
tried each on. They selected a dark blue, conservative
jacket/skirt combination that came just to the top of her knee.
A tuck in the back took up the slight slack from Heather's
smaller waist, and the jacket hung perfectly. A white satin
blouse buttoned at the neck went well, and they hung the items
back on hangers for Heather to take home.
Amy's hands lingered for a moment on Heathers bare shoulders
as she helped her slip the blouse off from the front. She
reached slowly past Heathers ears and as her fingers began
removing the clasp and pins holding Heather mane in a tight roll
behind her, she moved forward and began gently kissing her.
Heather dropped the blouse on the bed and responded by
running her hands up and down the back of Amy's blouse, fingers
releasing the small buttons. She found the clasp at the back of
the skirt and released it. Amy stopped kissing her for a moment
and the skirt dropped off and she laid it gently on the bed.
Heather's long hair fell down and she shook her head with a toss
and it released into a dark waterfall on to her skin. Goose bumps
rose from it's touch and she felt a thrill in her spine.
They came back together and Amy began to run her tongue in
and out of Heather's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with Heather's,
slowly fucking her tongue, then bitting her lips. Heather's
tongue flowed into Amy's mouth, and they stood for minutes, tied
erotically by the touch and growing passion as their tongues
embraced each other, sliding over one another. Both were
groaning.
Heather's bra fell away as the rear hooks were suddenly free
under Amy's practised touch, the shoulder straps and cups somehow
falling forward and off between them. Amy tried to find the
hooks on Amy's bra, both front and rear, and suddenly realized
she couldn't find any. She pulled back for a moment to figure
out what to do, and was amazed to see a small network of very
thin straps over the shoulders. No clasps in the front or back
were visible.
Amy laughed. "Micro-Velcro. Invisible." She reached
between the cups and twisted the fabric hard and with a tearing
sound, the material parted. Heather went to reach and touch the
end of the fabric, but Amy just tossed the bra aside and flowed
back into Heather's arms. Their large breasts merged, and
pressed into each other, flattening, pushing swollen flesh under
their arms, nipples pressing hard against each other. Heather's
nipples ached to be touched.
Amy moved the other clothes off the bed to a chair and had
Heather remove her panties. She sad Heather on the edge of the
bed and kneeled in front of her, kissing her hair, shoulders,
arms and face on the way down. Heather put her hands behind
Amy's head and guided her lips to her left nipple and cried out
as the hot, eager lips parted and inhaled the hard tit. She gave
a violent start as Amy's teeth took the nipple prisoner and her
tongue rasped the long projection from the bottom. Again and
again, the tongue took her nipple. Then, she moved to the other
breast and began there. It was already there and waiting at full
length. In less than a minute, Heather was panting and moaning,
and whispering, eyes closed.
"Ummmm. Oh. Nice. Very nice. Yes. So hot. I'm so hot.
I'm hot for you to fuck me. My pussy is hot. Don't make me
wait. I can't wait. I need you to. Suck me. Suck. Me.
I....need....Yes.....," it was a continuous stream of babble
now.
And Amy didn't make her wait. Even as she pulled the turgid
nipple as deep into her throat as she possibly could, she began
to ease Heather's panties off her hips and Heather lifted one hip
at a time in a gently rocking motion to give her clearance. They
fell at Heather's feet.
As if by, signal, Heather fell slowly backwards and Amy's
kisses moved down her stomach and then, Heather's legs opened and
the heavenly probing tongue found Heather's long clit and flicked
across it. Heather was ready, and her hips rose to invite more.
And Amy gave it to her. Steady flicking and she felt Heather
stiffen and shudder, and she pulled the long clit into her mouth
and washed it with her tongue and pulled it with her cheeks.
That was more than enough for Heather and she came very
intensely. One leg lifted and settled on Amy's shoulder, and
then the other followed on the other side, and Amy ate her with
abandon, drinking the flow of cum with great slurping sounds and
groans. Heather came again, and then, harder, again.
Amy moved up and straddled Heather's stomach and leaned over
and her own large breasts hung down to Heather. Heather ran her
hands up Amy's sides and finally gathered one breast in both
hands and pressed the straining nipple into her mouth. Moving
from breast to breast, the nipples were pulled and tongued until
Amy needed to have more. She rolled off Heather, who, in a
single motion, rolled with her and then Heather was kissing her
and moving down. As she settled into Amy's steamy bush, Amy was
shouting for Heather to fuck her.
The neighbours next door never complained about Amy's shouting
during sex. And shout she did in private. In truth, the
neighbors would become deeply aroused by Amy's quite public
display of lust, and many a night, they would fall on each other
after Amy's orgasm and have energetic sex for hours. For a long
retired couple, it amazed even them. But they never discussed
it. Amy knew they could hear her. And she always smiled at them
both when they passed in the hall. Someday, she intended to
invite them in for a soda and let them get to know her...better?
Better than what?
But for now, they were getting to know that Amy was having a
talented woman fuck her with an expert tongue and fingers, and
Amy shouted and groaned like a wild banshee as she came and
flooded the bed under her with the cum Heather simply couldn't
take down fast enough. And Heather just took her again, and
again. She wanted them both to get an "A" on the presentation
the next day.
Much later, as Heather went down the hall, a short, older man
opened his door and said to her as she passed, "It's a treat to
have a delightful young lady such as yourself come visit on our
floor. Please come again soon." And he was smiling and nodding
his head. His eyes looked a bit unfocused.
Heather responded politely, "Thank you. I believe I'll be
back quite soon. Nice to meet you." And she entered the
elevator and was gone.
The man closed the door and headed for his bedroom where his
wife was still cleaning up the cum from their urgent love making.
Even as he approached her, she dropped the tissues and reached
for his cock. God, she thought, the man must think I'm a sex
fiend.
The old man smiled as her mouth closed over his enlarging
penis. Finally, after all these years, the sex was good again.
No, it was outstanding. He corrected himself again as his cock
turned rigid. It was fucking outstanding.
The presentation went like clockwork. No matter what the
customer asked, they had a chart, or an answer prepared and up on
the screen in seconds. Heather worked the machines quietly in
back and never missed a beat. Having memorized the slide
positions in the electronic presentations, as well as having an
index up on her screen in the back, Amy could begin speaking on
any topic and only a second or two later, the appropriate
material would appear on the screens behind her, like they had
rehearsed it to actually go this way.
And, with all the technical elements happening so smoothly,
Amy's pitch hit the customer with full impact and it was
obvious they were very impressed.
"Amy, and Heather of course," the customer turned to
acknowledge her. Heather smiled and nodded. "That is a most
impressive set of marketing ideas for our product. I like it. I
like it a LOT. In fact, I'm sold. You have our account as of
this minute."
Heather could see Amy almost leap into the air with joy.
She'd show that bastard in the executive suite, and she did.
Heather was so happy for Amy.
"On two conditions." There followed a short silence.
"One. You must leave your firm and start your own. I'll
bring my account to you to get started with a five year contract
for starters, and a large amount of up-front money. I'm tired to
the rest of the non-producers at this firm taking my money and
not helping me."
Heather felt her heart fall. She wouldn't be working with
Amy any more. She knew in a second that Amy would accept. She
deflated.
"And the other?" Amy was smiling. Yes, she accepted number
one.
"You must tell me and my staff just how you made the
backdrops and filmy transparencies in the presentations.
Whatever you did, the effect is mesmerizing, and I know I'm in
mixed company here and don't mean to give offense, but they are
downright sensual and very erotic. Did anybody else pick up on
that?"
The other four people in the room, two men and two woman all
nodded quite vigorously. "Yes, quite stimulating. I keep
thinking they remind me of something, but I can't figure out
what. There isn't anything to make out, but, still..."
Amy looked at Heather. Heather suddenly realized she would
have to tell them, and she got very nervous and scared. "Well.."
Amy realized that Heather was stalling, but, hell, make up
something, anything kid, but give them an answer. She was
practically teleporting herself into Heather's brain to tell her
to make it good.
Heather told it straight. "It was the underwear that gave me
the idea. You sell underwear. People put their..", she looked
at the group, and pressed ahead, "pussies and cocks in the
underware, so.." Amy mouthed OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO '..I found a
nice picture of an average, hard cock and overlayed it on an
image of an engorged pussy with the lips fully spread on either
side of the cock...." HOLY SHIT!! SHE DID!! WE'RE
DEAD!!!...."with the cock head just under the raised clit. Then,
I ran the image through a series of morphing steps until the cock
merged into the pussy and pussy merged into the cock and you
really couldn't tell what the hell they were any more, no matter
how hard you tried. But, your brain somehow subconsciously knows,
because women see the picture and get wet and don't know why, and
men see the picture and get hard, and don't know why. I tested
it and no one ever came close to knowing what it was. Then, I
just created a series of transparancies that wash out most of the
color, but leave behind a bit of the texture. The people still
react to the texture." She was proud of what she had done. And
as she was explaining it, she knew they were probably in
deep shit with the customer. To say nothing of it being
embarrassing. Amy would hate her. Oh, crap. It wasn't supposed
to turn out this way!
Amy actually sat down as her legs gave way. The customer
remained silent for a moment. "You tested it? And no one ever
figured it out?"
"Never. I gave it to a hundred people. I had my fiends
in the graphics lab trying to pull back the original images from
the pictures. They couldn't do it. And the transparancies are
hopeless. And these are some serious computer graphics freaks.
I mean, not that my friends are..."
He held up his hand and started laughing. "Well, I thought
we must be the only firm in the world that talked about cocks and
pussies, and off course boobs and tits, behind closed
doors as a normal part of the day! I must say that you have
surprised and delighted and me that you understand our business
and it's language so well, and are not afraid to demonstrate it
at your own firm."
"Heather, that was an outstanding idea. And I want a copy of
one of those pictures and transparancies to hang on my wall to
frustrate people. This aid campaign will kill them."
Heather's heart leaped with relief. It wasn't going to kill
them, it helped sell even more. She looked at the rest of the
customer's staff and one of the women had made a short note and
slid it down toward her. She casually slid the pad over and it
said. "Babe, I'm hot as hell and I know you did it. I want a
copy of the picture, ALL the transparancies, and YOU. Meet me in
the ladies room on the floor below in ten minutes after the
meeting breaks. I won't disappoint you. Kathy". Heather folded
the note and put it in her pocket.
The customer spoke again. "Amy, I must add one more
condition, I'm afraid."
Amy was smiling again, but a small cloud crossed her face.
What now?
"Heather must join your team. I realize that she is an
intern here, and of course, the decision is her's, but I think we
can jointly make it financially attractive for her, and she will
get the experience she needs. Heather would you consider it?"
Heather smiled. "Where she goes, I follow!" And they all
laughed. "Now..." her eyes locked with Kathy's for an instant,
"I have a couple of requests here to be serviced and I better
excuse myself to get you out of here on time. It's been a
pleasure meeting you all and I hope we get a chance to know each
other much better." Kathy winked at her as she broke eye contact
and gathered up her things and left. Amy was closing the deal
and beginning the first steps to setting up her first contract.
Kathy was waiting in the last stall in the little used
bathroom on the empty floor. As she worked Heather's blouse free
and the surging mounds came into full view, her breath did a
sharp intake and her hands filled with firm flesh. "God, you're
magnificent." And her one hand slide down into Heather's panties
and a finger slid directly into Heather's Mons and found the
rapid rising clit. "God, your clit too? I can't wait for us to
work together." And in the next thirty minutes, in the stall,
she brought Heather off many times with an almost animal urgency
of lust. As Heather floated off into a cloud of sensations and
fireworks, the idle thought crossed her mind that any company
that discussed cocks, tits, and pussies all day will be a
wonderful company to do business with. Look what they had done
for her already!
Amy left the firm officially the next day, and they used the
undergarment factory as temporary quarters until they found a
place to lease. As Amy was very busy hiring people and getting
incorporated, Heather found her unavailable for company, but
Kathy more than made up for it. Kathy responded to Heather's
body like she was born to serve it and nothing else. And Heather
responded to the urgent lovemaking with her own lust, leaving
Kathy delightfully exhausted as well.
The following week, her underwear came in and it was indeed a
unique experience to wear. It felt like a hundred fingers were
caressing and pinching her ever-so-lightly every time she moved
at all, and it felt wonderful. The bra was an engineering
miracle, giving her amazing support (not that she really needed
it yet), and always gently moving her around so as to not break
the line of the clothing overgarments, all the while feeling like
she was gently encompassed in sild. The various types of panties
did the same. And everything expanded and absorbed her aroused
condition without doing anything other than making her even more
aroused. Just walking around the office, she felt like there
were ten of Amy or Kathy stroking her all over. Orgasms just
came and went with great regularity. Kathy always found her deep
aroused, and it only increased her own lust.
The outfits and other clothes all came in to Jan's over the
weeks and almost every night and soon she had a wardrobe to chose
from that most women would kill to have. Heather was a knockout
in every one of them, and they were perfectly tailored. She and
Jan would drink a glass of wine and then Heather would head home
with her new things.
Toward the end of the Summer, a large, heavy box arrived at
her apartment on a Saturday afternoon. She had no idea what it
was, since all the clothes and accessories had already come and
were put away.
She broke the string and lifted the lid. There was a card on
top. She took it from the envelop and read, "Heather, you were
gone that first night before I figured it out. I could see I had
it backwards. This special outfit is for you, from me alone.
Wear it only to have fun (fun was underlined twice). I have a
deep feeling it will bring much of it into your sweet life.
Promise some day to stop by and let me see you in it. Come at
night. And plan to stay a while. I have placed the dressing
instructions on a sheet of paper, as well as the care guide.
Love, Susan."
Heather carefully spread the items from the box out on the
bed and in the bottom, found the shoes to match. She was
completely soaked with cum from excitement as each item emerged
and revealed itself. She ran her hands over the material and
explored it. Reading the dressing instructions, she put her hair
up exactly as instructed and pulled off all of her clothes,
including her underwear. Drying between her legs (useless, she
knew, but she had to try), she pulled on the pants very slowly,
revelling in the feel on her skin. She pulled on the belt and
buckled it closed. Then the top, carefully easing her breasts
into the perfectly shaped cones built just to receive their exact
shape. Her nipple extended out into the open from each tip.
Then, the shoulder high arm gauntlets. And finally, the high
heels. At last, she stood up and pulled on the last piece
over her head and put on the collar. She could feel the cum just
pouring down her legs again from the excitement.
Trembling, she walked over and stood in front of the floor
length mirror and looked at herself. The black leather hood with
the Stirling silver studs revealed her sparkling eyes, her hair
emerging into a tight brush from the rear and being pulled up and
over the top like the wild fan of some beast. The thick leather
collar, again with large silver studs, circled her long neck,
enhancing her hood. The torso bodice was moulded to her
perfectly, revealing every line of her upper body, with a few
strategically placed holes here and there to give more than
just a peek-a-boo look. And her nipples pointed straight out in
a mesmerizing way, extended in her excitement to their full
length, drawing your eyes back to her tits no matter how hard you
tried to look elsewhere.
A small gap of taut skin appeared and then a black studded
belt, and then the leather pants, glued to her. Even the dimples
of her ass were perfectly defined. The pants flowed up into the
crack of her ass and the seam was pressed firmly against her rear
door. The seam flowed to just below her pussy, and split,
leaving her pussy fully exposed. The seam rejoined just above
her hairline. The wild bush of dark hair contrasted to the
polished finish of the rest of the black leather on the rest of
her body. And on her feet were high black leather heels and they
overlapped the bottom on the leather on her legs just a bit.
A clear trail of cum was running down the inside seam of the
pants as her excitement grew. Yes. Yes. Susan was right. THIS
was what she wanted. Her strength grew and her feeling of power
expanded. She reached into the box and lifted the last item.
At that moment, there was a brief knock on the door and a key
in the lock.
"HI! Honey, I got lonely over at the college and missed you
so much, can I spend the....Holy Shit. H o l y S H E I T."
Heather was standing looking down at her, hands on her hips
and head back. Her right hand held a whip.
"Shut that door and eat me out, you beautiful, wanton bitch!"
Traci pushed the door shut quickly and threw her bag on the
floor. Her pussy was already soaked before she could take the
five steps and kneel before the exotic figure before her. Her
tongue slid into Heather like a hot rapier and Heather gasped.
YES. This is the way it would be for Traci from now on. I
will decide what games we play. And make Traci happier than she
has ever been.
And Traci held her leather clad ass in both hands and feasted at
the Mons of her young Mistress.
End Part 19C and Part 19
(To be continued...at some point)
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