Free The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee Page B

clumsy she had felt when she’d taken off her clothes for Mark in the office earlier, took her time. She made sure every move was measured and sensuous in the face of Clara’s crystal gaze, which never left Anya’s hands as they disposed of each item of clothing.
    In turn, Anya’s own eyes were firmly fixed on the blonde who, as before, appeared to be managing herself perfectly. There wasn’t even a hint of unease as she peeled off her suit before, pausing for a fraction of a second for Anya and Mark to savour the vision of her silky black underwear and stockings, she finally unzipped her long, black boots.
    Both in their underwear, the women drew a mutual sigh of appreciation, each noticing how tightly the other’s chest was secured beneath its bra. Moving as one, their lingerie hit the floor, so that only their suspender belts and stockings remained in place.
    Mark’s hoarse voice dripped approval as he interrupted their show. ‘Leave the stockings.’ A spark of triumph tripped down Anya’s spine. She might not have turned him on alone, but with Clara it might be possible to arouse him after all, if the tone of her boss’s voice, and the deeply etched expression of lust on his face, was anything to go by.
    The pause before his next instruction felt longer than ever, and Anya began to think that, despite the fact she’d won the wager, and Clara had stayed rather than Jayne, Mark was punishing her anyway. Punishing her by making her wait a brain-aching amount of time before she could lay a finger on the other woman.
    ‘Take a step forward.’
    Both women took a stride rather than a step, each keen to feel bodily contact again. In that moment Anya saw why Mark had been so insistent about the housekeeper’s height. She felt as though she had been hotwired through the nipples, as her darker breasts lined up precisely with Clara’s light almond tips.
    As they rubbed together, Anya had to battle to remain still. The need to move, to stimulate the blissful pressure of flesh against flesh, was intense. Clara’s feet shuffled an inch forward, sending instant prickles of lust through her new colleague.
    ‘I don’t believe I told you to move, Clara?’ Mark’s tone was heavy with disappointment, and Clara blanched, hanging her head in shame. ‘However, I will overlook the infraction this time, assuming you want to complete this interview. Yes?’
    Lowering her gaze further, Clara nodded obediently, the movement of her head sending fresh, prickling jolts of stimulation through Anya.
    ‘Very well.’ He seemed content with the newcomer’s subservient poise. Taking an audible inhalation of air, he said, ‘You may touch each other. You may kiss.’
    The girls didn’t have to be told twice. Wrapping her arms around Clara’s waist, Anya drew her in closer. The tops of their stockings caught together as Clara’s hands came to Anya’s hair, her nails scratching her scalp as she pulled the PA’s face as close as humanly possible to her own as they kissed.
    Forgetting all about Mark, all about listening out for further instructions, Anya lost herself in Clara. Her fingers visited as much of the other woman as she could reach without sinking to the floor. She revelled in the firmness of her small tits, in the smoothness of her neck and stomach. Anya trailed her nails over Clara’s back and arms, cupping her pussy with her palm, before pulling it away and lapping off the juice she found there with lingeringly deliberate movements.
    In return Clara feasted on Anya, leaving no inch of skin untouched, dipping a finger in and out of her channel and then smearing the resulting moisture over her neck and face, prior to lapping it up.
    After a few minutes Mark calmly walked up to the women. Physically separating them he, still fully dressed, came between them, dropped his trousers and boxers, giving them both their first view of his impressive cock. Seconds later, their tits were being liberally coated with this spunk.
    ‘You