The first time I saw Kate, we were standing in front of
the downtown office building where I had been working
for the past five years. Her confident smile
immediately caught my attention as she motioned for me
to enter revolving door.
I remember wishing she had gone first. I would have
enjoyed checking out her cute figure a bit more. She
looked to be just a few inches taller than my 5-3, with
a trim, athletic build and pert breasts.
“What am I doing ogling another woman?” I said to
myself as I rode up to my office on the tenth floor. I
noticed that Kate got onto the express elevator that
didn�t even stop until 19.
“Snap out of it, Sarah,” I thought as I walked into
Ackerman & Williams, prepared for another day as
creative director at the second-largest advertising
firm in the city.
I spotted her several more times that week. A couple of
times arriving for work and once in the coffee shop
just off the first floor lobby. And each time I
probably looked at her a little too long. There was
just something about her.
I was a happily married woman and�as far as I knew�
straight. I hadn�t touched another female sexually
since I was a young teen playing around at those
notorious sleepovers. Oh, I had some nice orgasms then
as I humped the leg of my best friend, Karen. But we
both moved on to boys by middle school and I chalked it
up as a rite of passage.
Karen had been out of my life completely for years, and
I scarcely thought about those days. Except for the
times when David, my husband of ten years, was out of
town or we hit a dry spell and I would resort to self-
Then thoughts of Karen would flicker through my mind as
I slowly brought myself along with light touches, first
to my full round breasts… then my flat belly… and
finally down to the curve of my mound, where I would
stroke my hungry clit through the coarse hair that I
kept trimmed in a neat triangle.
Oh, yes. Then I would think of Karen! How her thigh
felt as she snuggled it against my pussy. How her hair
smelled of fruity shampoo. How her warm breath felt on
But these times were few, as David and I had a rather
active sex life, which left little need to find
pleasure by myself. So my growing preoccupation with
this new woman, who had captured my attention so
unexpectedly, was a real puzzle.
We first spoke standing in line at the coffee shop a
few weeks later. “Seems as if we�ve been running on the
same schedule lately,” came the voice from behind. I
knew who it was instinctively, and when I turned
around, two large blue eyes were smiling back at me.
I�m not quite sure why, but I felt my cheeks redden. I
wondered if she had noticed me looking at her those
times over the past few weeks. She had.
“I�ve seen you watching me,” she said without making it
sound like an accusation. “Do I remind you of someone?”
For some reason, the name Karen leapt to mind, though
they really didn�t look alike. Strange.
“Oh, no… I�m sorry,” I managed, as I stalled for time
trying to think of some way to explain why I had,
indeed, been watching her. But she took me off the hook
by extending her hand and smiling.
“I�m Kate. I work in IT with Pyramid Corporation up on
“Sarah,” I answered, relieved that she was willing to
move on. “I�m with Ackerman & Williams…
advertising… tenth floor.”
“Do you have time to take a little break?” she said,
motioning to an empty table that looked out onto the
street through a large window.