1. Tracy's Legs


    Date: 3/28/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    Life sometimes strikes you with insights at the most inopportune of moments, and I’m sure it takes the greatest pleasure in your despair when it dangles the fruits of these revelations just out of reach. It shapes ordinary moments into mystical experiences and drives frozen spears of longing through your heart, time and time again. And the devious, experienced bitch life is, it doesn’t give you any hints about what it has in store, even though you’ll find that, in hindsight, there never was a choice. Things are set up long before you can have the slightest idea of what is to come and where it is going to lead you, and it’s never what you expected. The moment when I noticed - strike that, when my eyes were entranced and captivated by - Tracy’s legs was such an insight, and where it lead… well, that is what you’re about to read. * * * * It started to go downhill one day after work. Trudy had been needling me about an after-hour drink all week, and on Friday, I couldn’t find excuses anymore - not that I didn’t try. If life is the biggest bitch, Trudy’s a sure runner-up. She’s only two years my senior, both in age and time at the firm, and that fact unfortunately got her the office head position, allowing her to cherry-pick her work and leave the rest of us with the long hours and complicated cases. She acted as if she owned the company, barking orders at us all the time. Adding to that, she was nosy as hell, which was why she insisted on some “bonding time” after work, and ...
    after she had run the idea by Mr. Morris, our boss, there was no way circumventing it for me unless I wanted to be branded as an anti-social troublemaker. Especially as Morris ate out of her hand. Well, she was blond, tall and lean, while the rest of us were average brunettes or, like me, black haired and slightly plump. She only had to wiggle her chest and he agreed with her. So it was with no little reluctance that I entered the passenger side of her car. I always went to work on the subway, so it was either walk or let her drive us. If it had been anyone else, I’d probably have been happy to get a ride in a brand new blue BMW sports car - but it was hers, and she rubbed the fact that it was fully paid into our faces on a regular basis, while I had to struggle to make ends meet with just the downtown flat and no car at all. The belt buckle hadn’t even completely ratcheted into the socket when we shot out of the parking space with screeching tires, and I clutched the handhold above the door with both hands. “Whoa!” I tried to protest, but the air was pushed from my lungs when she swerved, accelerated and braked abruptly through the rush hour traffic. It was dark already, and the street was moist and reflecting the other cars’ lights harshly, making it difficult for me to see the lines on the asphalt. My heart hammered like mad, and it took all I had not to whimper in fright while the engine whined and growled like a mad beast. Trudy grinned and spun the steering wheel with one ...
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