Boundaries

The morning light trickled through the blinds, casting a soft glow across Eleanor's bedroom as she stirred from her sleep. Beside her, Whitney lay peacefully, her breathing steady and calm. With a gentle stretch, Eleanor let out a contented sigh, relishing in the warmth of the moment.

"Good morning," she whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her lover's cheek.

"Mmm, morning," Whitney mumbled in response, her eyes still closed as she snuggled closer to Eleanor's warmth. As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the events of the previous night began to filter back into Eleanor's mind. The sex was heated, special...unlike the rest. She had never felt so connected and satisfied before—it all seemed like a distant memory now, softened by the quiet intimacy of the morning.

"Uhm..I guess you should be getting ready for work?" Whitney murmured, her voice soft and sexy. "Though a part of me just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Eleanor smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Awnn...me too," she replied, her voice warm with affection. "But I really have to go."

With a contented sigh, Eleanor pushed herself up into a sitting position, she swung her legs slowly over the edge of the bed, relishing the quiet calm of the early morning hours. Padding across the room, she made her way to the bathroom, the cool tiles soothing against her bare feet. Turning on the faucet, she let the water heat up before stepping into the shower, the cascade of warmth instantly enveloping her. As she began to lather up her hair, she heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Whitney standing in the doorway, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Mind if I join you?" Whitney asked, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. Eleanor couldn't help but chuckle at the suggestion, nodding in response.

 "Of course not, come on in." With a graceful step, Whitney crossed the threshold into the steam-filled bathroom, closing the door behind her. As she approached the shower, Eleanor felt a surge of anticipation ripple through her.

Standing beneath the warm spray of water, they began to playfully splash and tease each other, their laughter echoing off the tiled walls. 

They let the water run down their bodies while staring at each other. Whitney looked so fucking gorgeous and all Eleanor wanted was to eat her up. She had a sneaky look in her eye and Eleanor was dying to know what she was up to. She came closer until their bodies were completely touching each other and then kissed her. Both hands were on her ass squeezing and pulling against as their wet cunts pressed hard against each other. 

"Oh!"exclaimed Whitney in fascination , she closed her eyes, and gave a broken moan – for Eleanor's hands doing wonders on her breasts– they were fondling and stroking them. 

Warm liquid ran down her thighs and she could tell it wasn't from the shower because of how warm it was. With her right hand she went in between her thighs , scooped up some of the liquid with her index and middle finger , then looked up at Whitney straight in the eye.

 "You're so wet." She said as she licked it off her fingers .

Then she got up, kissed her and said "We better get going, I'm gonna be late for work. But i'll come over afterwards if you want me to. Come to think of it, I dunno your place yet."

"Well, you'll know it when you want to". Whitney said as they got out of the shower and started getting dressed.

Eleanor stepped into the ever-busy lobby of the hotel with her mind still swirling with the memories of her morning shower with Whitney—it all felt like a dream she never wanted to wake up from.

But reality soon came crashing back as she was greeted by the busy atmosphere of the hotel lobby. Guests bustled about, the sound of ringing phones and hushed conversations filling the air. She shook her head, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Whitney as she made her way to her office.

As she settled into her desk, She found herself increasingly distracted, her mind wandering back to the prospect of seeing Whitney later that evening. The thought of finally visiting Whitney's place for the first time filled her with excitement and anticipation, a welcome distraction from the hectic pace of her day.

But just as she was getting lost in her thoughts, a familiar chime interrupted. Pulling her phone from her pocket, Eleanor saw a text from Emily.

"Hey, haven't heard from you since the last time. Everything okay?" the message read.

Eleanor felt a pang of guilt at the reminder of her forgotten promise to check on Emily. She had been so consumed by thoughts of Whitney that she had completely let it slip her mind. But as she glanced back at the text, a wave of determination washed over her.

"Nothing much. Just been swamped at work. Sorry, I'll catch up with you later," she quickly typed out, hitting send before she could second-guess herself.

As she returned her phone to her pocket, Eleanor couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. She knew she needed to end things with Emily, because the thought of anything coming between her and Whitney filled her with a sense of dread.

But Emily seemed undeterred by her response, firing off another barrage of texts in quick succession. 

"I'll come down to your office then. I need to talk to you. It's important," 

Eleanor's frustration mounted as she tried to juggle her work responsibilities with Emily's persistent demands for attention.

Taking a deep breath, she replied, 

"Please, I'm really swamped right now. Can we talk later, after work? I promise we'll catch up then."

Eleanor's phone buzzed incessantly with Emily's persistent texts, each one more insistent than the last. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the interruption. With a resigned sigh, she typed out a response, 

"Okay, fine. You can come down to my office."

As she hit send, she couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension gnawing at her insides. Minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door, and Emily poked her head inside. 

"Hey there," She purred, leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Long time no see."

Eleanor forced a smile, trying to appear composed despite the turmoil raging within her. 

"Hi, Emily," she replied, her tone strained. "What's so urgent that you can't wait?"

Eleanor sighed as she watched Emily saunter into her office, her presence a disruption to the already chaotic rhythm of her day. She tried to focus on the spreadsheet before her, but Emily's playful demeanor was impossible to ignore.

Emily grinned, her gaze lingering on Eleanor's face a moment too long. 

"Oh, you know, just wanted to check in on my favorite supervisor," she teased, her words laced with flirtatious intent.

Eleanor rolled her eyes, trying to brush off her advances with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Cut the act, please," she chided, her patience wearing thin. "I've got work to do."

But she was undeterred, closing the distance between them with deliberate steps. "Come on, dear," she coaxed, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Don't pretend you're not tempted."

Eleanor's pulse quickened at the suggestive tone in Emily's voice, a familiar heat igniting in the pit of her stomach. She cursed herself for the involuntary response, her resolve weakening in the face of Emily's relentless pursuit.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't the time or place."

But Emily was relentless, her fingers trailing teasingly along the edge of Eleanor's desk. "Who says work can't be fun?" she teased, her lips curling into a seductive smile.

Eleanor's breath caught in her throat, torn between the intoxicating allure of Emily's proximity and the nagging voice of reason urging her to maintain professional decorum. She knew she should resist, but the pull of desire was too strong to ignore.

Emily, undeterred, closed the distance between them with deliberate steps. 

"Come on," she coaxed, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Let's have a bit of office fun."

Eleanor shook her head, her resolve firm. 

"I'm serious," she insisted, her voice tinged with frustration. "This isn't the time or place for... whatever this is. We could get caught or something..."

But Emily's smile only widened, her confidence unshaken by Eleanor's protests. "Then let's make it quick," she suggested, her tone suggestive as she closed the distance between them once more.

Eleanor's patience reached its breaking point as she persisted. With a stern glare, she interrupted her.

"Emily, enough," She snapped, her tone sharp and commanding. "I have work to do, and I won't tolerate this behavior in my office."

Emily's expression faltered, her playful demeanor giving way to a moment of embarrassment. She took a step back, her cheeks flushing with humiliation.

"I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice small as she averted her gaze. "I didn't mean to overstep."

Eleanor's expression softened slightly at the sincerity in her apology, but her resolve remained firm. 

"Just leave," she insisted, her tone softer but no less firm. "I don't want any distractions right now."

 Emily turned on her heel and hurried out of the office, leaving Eleanor alone with the lingering tension of their encounter as she heaved a long sigh of relief.