The morning after (F/F)

[Janbound]

This is a continuation from “Office Party Aftermath.” It will probably read OK as a stand alone story but read the other first for back ground on the characters.


Jan's alarm clock buzzed obnoxiously, the digital display flashing red numbers that seemed to mock her early morning misery. She felt something warm and firm against her back, and it took her a moment to realize it was Sam's arm. Sam, the intern who had somehow found her way into Jan's life and, now, her bed. Jan's thoughts raced as she lay there, blindfolded and cuffed, the remnants of last night's adventure weighing heavily on her.

Her skin was sticky with sweat and the scent of their passion lingered in the air. Jan could feel the warmth of Sam's breath on her neck, and she had to fight the urge to squirm away. What had she been thinking? A 22-year-old intern? It was so unlike her, so... wrong. But the feeling of Sam's bare leg curled over hers sent a jolt of something through her that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Desire? Regret? A mix of both? It was a quadruple whammy for Jan: the first time she’d had a relationship with a coworker (and an intern at that); her first time having naughty sex in the office after hours; her first lesbian experiences and the first time she’d been tied up.

The alarm buzzed and flashed on, Jan struggled to move under the weight of Sam’s arm and leg on her then Sam murmured. “What’s that noise?”

“Alarm. I’d love to switch it if but …….” Jan’s hands were still cuffed behind her back and she was blindfolded. After rampant sex tied to an office chair, Sam and Jan had tried to put Linda’s office back to some sort of order, reclaimed their clothes and got a taxi back to Jan’s house, a fairly odd couple, despite best efforts somewhat dishevelled clothing, hair awry Sam in Her smart suit and heels, Jan in her smart suit and Ugg boots, having broken her heel at the previous nigh’s party and forgotten about it. Once back their clothes had quickly come off again and Jan was quickly cuffed and blindfolded for more shared orgasms.

Sam climbed over Jan to switch the annoying machine off then straddled her boss (and lover’s) back, kissing her neck whilst Jan’s fingers found their mark between the interns thighs.

"Mmm, Jan, good morning," Sam whispered into Jan’s ear, her voice thick with sleep and lust as she felt Jan's hands move to her inner thighs, her touch gentle yet firm. Jan's own heart raced as she felt the wetness between Sam's legs, a stark reminder of the intense passion they had shared just hours ago. Sam reached round in front of Jan and began to squeeze her boobs.

"I need the bathroom," Jan said, her voice strained as she tried to ignore the building tension in her body. She felt Sam's grip on her boobs loosen and the coolness of the early morning air hit her skin as Sam climbed off her. She sat up, blindfold still in place, hands tied behind her back and swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling the mattress shift as Sam moved off her.

“Lead the way.” Said Sam as she helped Jan up. Sam helped Jan negotiate doors as she told her the way to the bathroom. Sam closed the door saying “Five minutes then I’m coming in.” And left Jan to do her business, blindfolded and cuffed.

Jan took a deep breath, the bathroom was surprisingly cold after the warmth of the bed. She felt her way to the toilet, and as she sat down she could feel the stickiness between her legs. She took care of her business, and reached out for the toilet roll. As she wiped herself down she felt a mix of emotions, excitement from the night before, the thrill of something new, and a tinge of anxiety of what this all meant. She hadn’t had a serious relationship since her divorce, and this was definitely a deviation from her norm. She had been married to a man for twelve years, and had only ever been with men before Sam. The blindfold and handcuffs had brought a new level of excitement to her life, but was this what she really wanted?

As she flushed, Jan felt a bit more like herself. She stood up and waited for Sam’s return, her thoughts swirling. The door creaked open and Sam’s warm hand found Jan’s elbow, guiding her back to the bed. Jan felt the softness of the sheets and lay down again, her body still thrumming from the morning’s wake-up call.

"You okay?" Sam asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Jan nodded, unsure of what to say. She felt Sam’s hand caress her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine.

"Yeah, just... processing," Jan replied, her voice low and vulnerable. Sam climbed back into bed, lying down beside Jan and curling her body around hers. Jan could feel Sam’s soft breasts pressing against her back, her warm breath on her neck, and the slight tickle of her hair.

Sam's voice was a soft murmur, her hand tracing circles on Jan's bare skin. “Did you enjoy last night?”

Jan took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question. "I... it was intense. More than I ever imagined." Her voice was a mix of awe and apprehension. “I’ve never been tied up before!”

Sam's hand stilled for a moment before continuing its soothing pattern. "I'm glad you liked it," she said, her voice soothing, yet with a hint of pride. "Because I certainly had fun. And there’s plenty more fun to come if you’re up for it.

"What happens now?" Jan asked, her voice tentative. She felt the bed shift as Sam propped herself up on one elbow. Jan's heart was racing again, the anticipation of what was to come thick in the air.

“It’s 10 o’clock on Saturday morning. I think we need coffee and breakfast.” Sam’s voice was firm, but Jan felt a shiver of excitement at the prospect of more to come. She nodded. Sam took the blindfold off and allowed Jan to lead the way downstairs into the kitchen where she sat her in a chair. Jan was amazed at how self conscious she didn’t feel. Generally she would not walk from her bed to the bathroom without at least a dressing gown or pyjamas on, yet here she was, stark baby naked and, with her hands tied behind her back, unable to cover herself, totally comfortable in front of her younger companion. The fact Sam was naked too probably helped.

Sam busied herself making breakfast, as Jan directed her to coffee, cereal, bread etc, her body moving with the grace of a dancer in the kitchen. Jan watched, enjoying the view, as Sam’s firm round buttocks moved back and forth as she stirred something in a pan. Jan felt a familiar ache in her loins. Despite her reservations, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards Sam. It was as though she had been asleep for twelve years and was now waking up to a whole new world of pleasure. Sam practically spoon fed Jan her muesli, scrambled eggs, coffee and toast. She didn’t really hide the fact she was deliberately dropping marmalade on Jan’s boobs simply so she could lick it off.

“Sam, I can feed myself, you know,” Jan said, though she didn’t sound too upset.

Sam grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But where's the fun in that?" she replied, her tongue darting out to catch a rogue piece of marmalade on Jan’s chin. “It’s much more fun to feed you tied up.” Jan couldn’t help but chuckle at the young woman’s playfulness. Despite the age gap and their professional relationship, there was something incredibly liberating about being with Sam.

As Jan savored the last bite of toast, she felt Sam’s hand trace down her chest, teasing her already erect nipples. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she arched her back slightly, offering herself up to Sam’s exploration.

"We should talk," Jan managed to say, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

Sam nodded, setting the plate aside and leaning in closer, her breasts pressing against Jan's bare back. "We should," she said, her voice softer now. "But not right now." Sam helped Jan stand and walked her into the lounge. Helping her lie down on the rug before the fire she then sat astride her older companion, their pusies rubbing together.

"Now," Jan began, but Sam placed her hand over Jan’s mouth, silencing her.

"Not yet," Sam whispered, her eyes gleaming with passion. "Let's enjoy this first." With that, she began to grind herself against Jan, their wetness mixing and their breaths quickening. Jan's eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations grew more intense. She had never felt so alive, so desired.

Their bodies moved in a silent symphony, the only sounds in the room the crackling of the fire and their muffled gasps of pleasure. Sam leaned down and kissed Jan's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Jan's hips bucked in response, urging Sam on.

"Sam," Jan moaned, the pressure building within her. "Sam, I'm... I'm..."

Sam's grip tightened on Jan's wrists, holding them firmly in place behind her back. "I know," she murmured, her own breathing ragged. "Just let go."

Jan's body tensed as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her, the cuffs biting into her skin as she writhed beneath Sam. She could feel Sam's own climax approaching, the younger woman's hips moving faster, more urgently. Jan's eyes squeezed shut as she gave in to the sensation, her entire being focused on the fire that was building between her legs.

As their breathing slowed, Sam leaned down to kiss Jan's cheek, her lips soft and gentle. Jan felt a sense of relief wash over her, the tension in her body dissolving into a warm, contented glow. "I've never felt like that before," Jan whispered, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their encounter.

Sam looked into Jan's eyes, a mix of affection and desire in her gaze. "It's just the beginning," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "But we do need to talk."

With a sigh, Jan nodded. They sat side by side on the rug, Jan’s hands still cuffed behind her back, their bodies still entwined, the warmth from the fireplace wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Jan felt exposed, both physically and emotionally, but the trust she had in Sam was surprisingly reassuring.

"Okay, let's talk," Jan said, her voice still a little shaky from the intense orgasm. Sam took a deep breath, her eyes searching Jan’s face for any signs of regret or fear.

"Firstly, I want you to know that I care about you, Jan," Sam began, her voice sincere. "What happened last night, and this morning, it wasn't just a one-time thing for me." Jan's heart skipped a beat, a mix of surprise and pleasure flooding through her.

"What do you mean?" Jan asked, her voice tentative. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she couldn't help the flutter in her stomach at the thought of more moments like these with Sam.
Sam took Jan's hand in hers, her thumb stroking the inside of Jan's wrist.

"I mean, I want to explore this, to see where it goes," she said, her voice earnest. "But I also don't want to ruin your career or make things awkward at work." Jan's mind raced, trying to process Sam's words. The idea of a relationship with Sam was both thrilling and terrifying.

"We can keep it our secret," Jan suggested, her voice hopeful. "No one at the office needs to know. Jan felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of hiding their relationship, but the excitement of their shared secret was too tempting to resist. "Okay," she said, her voice a little more firm. "It'll be our little secret."

Sam leaned in and kissed Jan, her tongue probing gently, tasting the sweetness of Jan's morning breath. "Thank you for trusting me," she murmured against Jan's lips. "I promise, I'll make it worth while ." Jan felt a surge of desire and frustration, her bound hands trying to caress Sam's body. They sat in silence for a few moments, the crackling fire the only sound in the room. Jan's mind was racing with thoughts of what this meant for them. Would they be able to keep it a secret? Could they handle the intensity of their relationship outside the confines of the bedroom, or would it consume them?

“You know,” began Sam, “it’s OK for you here in your home with your wardrobes upstairs. I’ve got to get some fresh clothes.”

Jan looked at Sam’s naked body in front of her. “Whyever would you want to hide that delicious body from me?”

“Well. I’m planning on keeping you company all weekend, and I can’t really turn up on Monday wearing Friday’s clothes can I?”

Jan nodded. "Alright, I'll be here when you get back."

“Oh I’ll make sure of that.” Said Sam with a wicked grin. “Have you got any rope?”

Jan’s eyes widened. “Rope?”

Sam chuckled, standing up and helping Jan to her feet. "Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging," she said, her grin widening as she saw Jan's confusion. "But a little bondage never hurt anybody."

Jan felt a thrill at the prospect. "In the top bottom draw of the cupboard to the left of the washing machine in the kitchen" she said, her voice a little shaky. “There’s spare washing line.” Sam disappeared and Jan heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. She took a moment to appreciate the view of Sam's perfect, naked body as she moved around the room.

Sam returned with a coil of rope, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, let's see how well you can keep still," she said, her voice playful as she approached Jan with the rope. Jan's heart raced as Sam began to wrap the rope around her ankles, tying it tight but not too tight. She could feel Sam's body heat as she worked, her breasts brushing against Jan's bare skin. Next Sam tied Jan’s knees and thighs, then her elbows together and looped the ropes round her breasts pinning her arms to her back. “I found this as well.” She said holding up some garden twine, and with it proceeded to tie Jan’s big toes together, followed by her thumbs, then meticulously tied each of her fingers to its opposite number on the other hand.

Once Jan was securely bound, Sam stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect," she murmured, her eyes traveling up and down Jan's body. Jan felt a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement, the ropes reminding her of the power dynamic that had developed between them. She knew that she was in Sam's hands, and she was surprisingly okay with that.

“I need to make sure you don’t call for help.” Sam ran up stairs coming back with several,of Jan”s clean socks, and carefully pushed a pair into her mouth before securing it with three or four strips of medical tape she had found in the bathroom.

Sam leaned in and whispered in Jan's ear, "I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere," her voice thick with amusement. Jan could feel the warmth of Sam's breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She watched as Sam disappeared out the door, leaving Jan alone in the living room, bound and naked. Sam returned a few minutes later wearing her skirt, blouse, jacket, stockings and and high heels, from the previous day a knowing smile playing on her lips as she surveyed Jan's bound form. Her final act was to re fasten the blindfold over Jan’s eyes.

"Just a quick trip to my place," Sam said, her voice fading as she stepped away. Jan could hear the sound of the front door closing, the echo of Sam's heels on the pavement outside, and the distant rumble of a passing car. Alone, Jan's thoughts swirled with a mix of excitement, apprehension, and the unmistakable thrill of the unknown. She felt the ropes digging slightly into her skin, the pressure of her own body against the floorboards, and the stickiness between her legs from their earlier encounter.

[Janbound]

Whoops. I’ve just realised I’ve changed Sara’s name to Sam for this story.