Lesbian Collection

Before having a seat on the break room couch, Angie double-checked the lock on the door, making sure her plunge into fantasy wouldn’t be interrupted.

Leaning into the cheap couch cushions, she spread her legs and brought a hand up her skirt, stretching her longest finger as deep into her pussy as she could manage. With the other hand clamping her mouth shut, she squirmed over the couch, her muffled grunts escaping and nearly filling the room.

With her eyes now tightly sealed, the images came into clear focus. She saw Cheryl’s nude body drop across a mattress, legs wide and eyes seductively slanted. “Come and take me!” the imaginary Cheryl demanded.

But even in her fantasies, Angie hesitated. “But… I’m engaged to Harvey.”

Cheryl said nothing. She pushed her full lips into a sumptuous pout that made words unnecessary. Angie slowly wedged herself between the woman’s thighs, yanking her panties away.

The door rattled with a loud knock. “Break’s over, Angie!” Harvey shouted.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself off the couch. “Okay,” she mumbled. Heading back to work, a trace of her naughty smile remained across her lips.

She headed to the kitchen, picking up a plate of fried chicken and delivering it to Helen’s table. Helen was a customer she’d known for years, a sweet old lady who could always help yank her out of a dark mood. Today she had her face buried in the monitor of a laptop.

Arriving with Helen’s meal, she said, “Wow, that’s a fancy little thing you got there. Never thought you’d break down and buy one of those!”

“Oh, honey, I didn’t thin