Re-Bedding The Boss

By Limey Lady

Heather's new career in banking wasn't supposed to include workplace relationships, and especially not with high flying executives. Trouble is that for her relationships are like buses: she waits for ages then two come along at once . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jul 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370300419

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Re-Bedding The Boss

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2017

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One - An early night with Heather

Chapter Two - Victoria’s proposal

Chapter Three - Proposal accepted

Chapter Four - An eventful coffee break

Chapter Five - Bedtime reading

Chapter Six - Debs

Chapter Seven - A late night visit

Chapter Eight - A promising beginning

Chapter Nine - An even more promising in-between

Chapter Ten - And a happy ending

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(Tuesday 26th October 2004)

It was déjà vu for Vic. She was lying back, squeezing her tits and trying not to cum too soon while her pussy rocked and rolled with Heather’s . . . or, rather, under Heather’s. Heather (allegedly doing equal shares tonight but, as always, in complete control) was using the head end of the bed as high ground, somehow being gentle and aggressive at the same time. Their legs were interlocked and their angled, so very intimate contact felt like the world’s sloppiest, warmest wet kiss.

It was the most amazing sensation ever.

Ever, ever, ever!!!

Sex was never like this with Karen; never anywhere near.

‘My God,’ Hev moaned. ‘This gets better and better.’

And it did. Vic had set out to fuck the graduate trainee (first and foremost because of her startling good looks but also because she obviously wanted to be fucked). Or so it had seemed when they had first met in the new products meeting and later, when she’d allowed a little friendly mauling in the pub. Vic had never once suspected that she’d be the one on the receiving end and glad to be there. Or that a rapid-fire string of one-nighters could lead to . . .

Well, she wasn’t sure what it was leading to, not yet . . . but it did feel like something awfully big.

Never mind her plans and Heather’s bedtime stories, the things they’d talked about! Starting with gushing orgasms and degenerating from there!!

Vic couldn’t have had those conversations with Karen. She’d tried to debate some of the nuances between clit and G-spot but always got stonewalled. Karen, the woman who claimed she’d never had sex with anyone who could communicate, simply didn’t want to know. Heather, by contrast, could not know enough.

And Heather wasn’t all talk. She only wanted to know so she could improve. She had to be the most caring lover on the planet, as well as the best.

Vic had always admired strong, brave women, even if she did tend to end up sleeping with wimps. Finding a beautiful, athletic young thing, ready, willing and able to fuck her until she could hardly walk was not only a novelty but something not to be sneezed at. Being a banker, however, she never took things at face value, not even when she dearly wanted to. So she had gone on the Internet and found the old story via an archive service.

SCHOOLGIRL SOOTHES SAVAGE BEAST

That was how most of the reports set off. They all agreed that Heather had been just eleven and three-quarters, and that she’d recaptured an escaped bull weighing in at two thousand three hundred and fifty pounds. That’s not like facing the Keighley front row, the Yorkshire Post said. Brutus wasn’t so far off the weight of the whole Cougars team.

The Craven Herald was most thorough. Vic suspected that other reporters had used them as their crib. That report included a photo which put everything into perspective. Brutus hadn’t just been a bull; he’d been practically a mammoth, and an angry one at that. Vic had tried to imagine facing up to such a ferocious-looking creature and simply couldn’t do it. She couldn’t imagine anyone else she had ever known facing up to him either. Not even armed with bazookas or tanks.

Brutus was by no means the all