Monday morning came around soon enough. I knew Himari went to a relative's house on Saturdays, and I went to my middle brother's house for Sunday lunch so we'd had all weekend to think about Friday night, and to prepare suitable excuses and apologies if the need arose when we met again on Monday morning. When Himari got into the office at about one minute to nine our eyes met, clearly searching for the other person's feelings regarding the No Entry Club, and other activities.
Neither of us spoke for a second, but Himari seemed upbeat, especially for a Monday morning, so we each figured out that the other person didn't have the 'morning-after-regrets'.
“Morning.”
“Morning. That was a great evening we had on Friday. Can we ...?”
“This evening or tomorrow?” asked Himari.
“This evening.”
Thus both aligned about our new relationship, we decided to keep it clean and get on with the sales figures analysis. During the day, I felt Himari was looking at me more directly than previously, and I couldn't quite help looking at her more, particularly what top she was wearing. Normally I could describe her clothes in a general kind of way, but now I was seeing how her boobs - the ones I'd played with on Friday night - looked in the smart work clothes she was wearing, how skinny her legs actually were and how she sometimes forgot to keep her knees together to hide the camel toe. She usually wore a white top with a dark jacket on top, and dark leggings with matching 'sensible' heels.
I guessed she was doing the same to me, although my boobs were a lot flatter than I would have wished, and my mother drilled me into keeping my legs together almost from day one. And my skirt was long enough to cover anything which needed covering. We worked together the same as we had always done, but we each allowed ourselves to look at each other in our work clothes with no inhibitions, for the first time ever.
I preferred a skirt. Today's was a charcoal midi length A-line thing from Marks & Sparks, with a dark matching top not showing my lack of cleavage, and a pair of low black heels. Having not had any children my stomach was just about smaller than my tiny bust, although it was a close-run thing, with (sometimes) a padded push-up bra underneath, for enhancement purposes.
Today we eyed each other's under-our-clothing boobs quite openly, there being no one else in the office for the most part. Sometimes the boss (who we called Mr MD, or more usually just 'He' with the uppercase H) came in for a chat (usually embarrassingly one-sided) or a look at some figures, and at the end of the day the factory manager would come in with some employee time-sheets. Often, Lindsey Hill, Mr MD's PA, would come in for some paperwork or just to chat and tell us the latest factory joke, disaster or scandal. When people came in we behaved normally, but when it was just us two our eyes were everywhere, if not our hands. And we hoped it wouldn't show up on the office security CCTV system.
Lindsey came in around lunchtime with some paperwork we'd been waiting for, and we started chatting. She usually perched her neat bottom on the edge of the spare desk in the corner of the office, in a little black pencil dress where the top of it began with a low-cut neckline covering a strapless bra and the bottom of it ended halfway down her thighs. Her trim legs were in some black tights which ended in a pair of sheer black heels that must be agony to get into on a Monday morning, and out of on a Friday evening. We caught up on the latest gossip and then the conversation slowed a little. Lindsey was just about to stand up and go back to her desk inside the MD's suite.
Himari and I looked at each other desperately, eager to ask Lindsey 'the question' but reluctant to be the one to actually do it. The battle was fought in the gaze we each had for the other as Lindsey prepared to ease the strain on that perfect posterior and head for the door. I won. Himari was first to ask.
“Lindsey, are you dating anyone?”
Himari could be refreshingly direct, sometimes. Lindsey threw back her head and roared with laughter.
“You know I'm not!”
“Well, what do you do for, well, you know...?” continued Himari.
Lindsey looked a little surprised, and then her face cleared. She'd known us both for several years and we had occasionally got nearly this far in our conversations on previous occasions.
“You don't need a man for that!” she snorted. “I, well, I do what most other single women do, I suppose. Just keep a fresh pack of batteries and all will be well!”
Lindsey's face changed again.
“Why do you ask?”
I looked helplessly at Himari. My thoughts transferred to Himari silently. 'What now?'
'Don't panic!' came the unspoken reply.
Unconsciously, we all looked at the office door which always swung shut when people walked through it. The computers running under the desks in the office, humming machinery from the factory floor, the forklift in the yard and various traffic noises coming from the despatch area, the car park and the road through the Industrial Estate kept up their normal background noise. No one could overhear us. Even so, Himari spoke more softly.
“We wondered whether you'd be interested in something different, not involving any men.”
'OK, now you've done it!' my look signalled.
'Relax!' came the look from Himari.
Lindsey didn't move from her half standing, half sitting perch on the spare desk. There was silence for a few seconds.
“Like what?” Lindsey asked, though not sharply or crossly. Her voice maintained its chatty level. So far so good.
Himari had been about to reply but I beat her to it.
“Like an unofficial club for women to have some fun with other trusted women, ones that we know. By invitation only, nobody else to know about it.”
I deliberately highlighted the word 'fun'.
'Good one!' came the look from Himari.
Again, another pause before Lindsey spoke once more.
“Fun in this case meaning...” Lindsey paused, reluctant to be the first one to say 'lesbian sex'.
“Yes.” Himari and I both spoke together, looking nervously at the office door to see that it was still closed.
“But in such a way as to not restrict ourselves to any one other person, so not a dating site, more of a ...” I paused for thought but Lindsey filled in the rest of the sentence.
“... place where we can make out with one person, then try another or another, then try the first person again...”
Another pause, to gauge Lindsey's reaction to the idea so far.
“... all without anyone getting upset or jealous or clingy,” Himari finished.
Lindsey looked out of the window for a tick, and then looked back at us.
“You both will be in this club, and you want me to join?”
We both nodded our heads.
“And if I invite someone else, that person is free to make out with me, or you or any other member of this club?”
“Yes, but only whilst at the club meeting. Outside the club, normal social rules apply,” I replied.
“Mmm.” Himari signalled her agreement.
Lindsey shifted herself on the edge of the desk. It must be beginning to cut into those pert little buttocks.
There was a silence, a longer one than before. Lindsey looked at the office clock and stood up. She smiled at each of us in turn.
“Sounds great! I'd love to join. When's the next meeting? Can't do Thursday evenings, that's when I go to my Pilates group!”
The buttocks separated themselves from the edge of the desk and she strode out of the office without any further ado. The office door swung shut again after she left, before Himari or I had time to react. We sat there, holding our breath for a couple of seconds.
“That went OK, Himari,” I said when we'd recovered our sang-froid.
“Didn't it just!” said Himari.
The rest of Monday went as it normally did. Some boring book-keeping work dragged on through the long afternoon. And, five minutes before going-home time, three people came in with last-minute requests. I eventually left the office nearer six o'clock than five.
In the car park, I saw Himari and Lindsey talking to each other. They saw me and waved me over to them.
“We were just talking about the new club,” Lindsey began. “And I wondered whether I could come round one evening - tonight? And, well, talk about it?”
“I haven't got anywhere big enough for more than two people,” Himari said. “Can we come to your place instead?”
I briefly thought of the three hours of cleaning I'd need to do before they came, but then thought better of it. The cleaning, I mean.
“Yes, that's fine. See you about half past seven?”
That still gave me time to whip round with a vacuum and a duster and to change into a bra and a pair of knickers that weren't falling apart at the seams.
They both arrived together, as only Himari knew where I lived. Himari wore the same clothes as yesterday, and Lindsey came in (what to her was) some comfy clothes. A puffy jacket covering another little black dress, but this time one that was sleeveless and opened out into a thigh-length A-line, natural tights and three-inch heels instead of the four-inch ones she wore to work. Her bust wasn't quite as up and proud as normal - she must wear some powerful push-ups at the office which she'd left behind for this evening. I'd had a dig around in my knickers drawer and found some new items I was keeping for a rainy day.
Rover, my cat, took one look at the visitors and skedaddled through the cat flap which banged shut a couple of times before coming to rest, and we sat around my kitchen table, coffee in hand, talking about what Himari and I had wanted, and what we'd enjoyed together last evening. Lindsey was fascinated. Her eyebrows had never risen as high before, and she reacted quite pleasingly when Himari described each of our activities.
We reached the end of our current ideas, and let Lindsey assimilate it all.
“I suppose I've always been a little bit 'bi',” she began, by way of introduction. “Theoretically. If not more than a bit. My experiences with men haven't been good but I have never actually tried what I have often wanted to. I am hoping that the right woman - women - will be gentler and more attentive to the other person than men are. They seem to think it's OK to crash in, ejaculate all over my bra and then go down to the pub with their mates, bragging about how good they are in bed.”
“Some men are quite good,” I replied, thinking about Dave on a good day. “But I agree about the rest of it.”
“So what did you actually do to break the ice?” Lindsey asked. “How did you get going? Who started?”
I looked at Himari and, picking up on my actions, so did Lindsey. Himari found us both looking at her.
“I thought that it was about time to stop talking about it and start doing it. I just took my top off and let Stella look and touch.”
“She helped me a bit by taking my hand and putting it on her breast,” I added.
I reached across to Lindsey, sitting next to me at the kitchen table on the bench, took her hand and drew it towards my breast which was still covered by my jumper and bra. Lindsey allowed me to do this, and her eyes followed her hand. I pressed it gently onto my top then let it go to see what it would do.
“I've never done this before,” Lindsey breathed, more to herself than to us.
Himari watched as I turned to face Lindsey. Lindsey's fingers squeezed me inquisitively through my clothing, then her other hand joined in on my other breast. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at my chest, looking occasionally up into my face to see what I thought about it all.
“May I?” I asked, placing my hand on her breast.
“Mmm, yes!” she replied.
I could feel her breast heaving a little as she breathed more excitedly. Not only was she playing with another woman's breasts, but that same woman was playing with hers.
“I've never done this before,” Lindsey repeated, quietly.
Himari joined us on the long kitchen bench and pushed the wooden table away from us. She began stroking Lindsey's arm and shoulder, working her way towards the other breast. Himari's fingers intertwined with my own on Lindsey's breast and we both played together there for a bit, doing a sort of triple tango, then I let Himari's fingers work by themselves and moved both my hands onto Lindsey's other breast.
It was actually quite sexy to mesh fingers with Himari's. Several times I stroked one of her fingers and she stroked mine back, doing a sort of up-and-down masturbatory movement and catching my eye while hers twinkled with amusement. Himari's fingers were quite short and thin and seemed to come from a hand the size of a child. I studied them for a few seconds as I stroked a finger up and down. She let me have fun with it, encouraging me by keeping that hand still and extending the relevant finger. The 'penis' reference was unmistakable and very sensual.
After a while, I took Lindsey's hand and led it up inside my jumper. I couldn't help thinking about the last time someone had their hand up my jumper. It was Dave and it was not pleasant. He was drunk and he rammed his fist up my tee-shirt and clawed at my nipples, scratching me more than was necessary. This time Lindsey would take away the bad memories. She felt my bra and my size C's, her fingers wandering curiously into my bra cups. I slid my hand up my back and slipped the bra clips apart. Lindsey drew the cups away from my breasts, still under the jumper, and played there for a while. My nipples were tightening up fast and I was keen to get my jumper and bra off completely.
After another while, the jumper and bra descended onto the floor that I had just hoovered. Lindsey stopped and stared at my breasts now she could see them. Himari had also taken her top and bra off and I placed Lindsey's hands on Himari.
Lindsey turned away from me and began on Himari's breasts, feeling their size and weight compared to mine. I slid off the bench and joined Himari at the other end, although there was no room for me to sit so I knelt behind Himari and played with one of her breasts with one hand and with one of Lindsey's with the other. With a deft upward movement, Lindsey took off her dress and revealed a low-cut black bra with a large lacy piece hanging down for about four inches from all around the band.
It's amazing how different two breasts can be, given that they all look much the same, except for the size. Himari´s are about size DD (I must try to cop a look at the size label on her bra when she's not looking) and she is quite a bit younger than Lindsey, and therefore hers are more erect and her nipples are perkier. Lindsey is about forty-three or four and her breasts, size D probably, slightly smaller than Himari's but bigger than mine, have started on the downward decline towards her belly button, something that affects everyone sooner or later, so I'm reliably informed. Lindsey's preference for a push-up bra at work is more to do with Mr MD's preference than hers, but no one seems to mind, least of all Lindsey.
Lindsey's nipples are a little less erect than Himari's, or mine come to that, even when tight like they are now due to the age factor. The good thing is that even from my viewpoint to Himari's right, Lindsey's breasts show the clear 'tear-drop' shape of natural ones as opposed to the exactly semi-circular poached egg shape of enhanced ones. Himari's hold themselves up too well (is there such a thing?) to settle into a tear-drop shape, and they're not silicon, either.
I moved behind Lindsey and slid my hands around her tummy and over her tummy button and upwards from there, slowly and lightly stroking the skin under her bra lace, while Himari played with her breasts. I went up and down, between the underside of her breasts and down a little further each time, gradually slipping my fingers inside the waistband of her knickers which were black, of course, and very lacey apart from a narrow strip on each hip and the gusset underneath.
Unconsciously, Lindsey's legs began to widen, letting me go deeper into her knickers each time my fingers descended that far. I gently probed the entrance to her vagina, then made my way slowly up her mound, up her tummy and just touched the underside of one of her breasts. She had stopped touching me and Himari, although her hands were poised in mid-air, her eyes were closed and her mouth in a smile and her steady breathing coming through her nose.
The breathing became stronger and stronger until her hands, still in mid-air, did a sort of finger-dance and she jerked forward and back up again several times like someone trying not to fall asleep in the afternoon session of a boring conference. Himari and I stopped what we were doing and just held our hands motionless on her skin, inside her bra or knickers - wherever they happened to be at that time. We let Lindsey silently enjoy herself, and we let her slowly come to again afterwards.
At length, she opened her eyes and her hands came down from their dance and we could see that she had rejoined the world once more.
“Whoa!” she laughed. “That was fantastic, thank you so much!”
I popped the kettle on again and collected the coffee mugs from the table, now several feet away from its normal position.
“I'd like to know what size bras you both wear,” I said. “I'm not sure mine is the right size.”
“32E,” said Himari.
“How do you know that?” I asked, marvelling at her confident answer.
“I was measured at Victoria's Secret only a few months ago,” she replied, glancing down at her breasts as if surprised to see them there.
I turned to Lindsey.
“34DD,” said Lindsey. “Ditto, except I went to Anne Summers in Exeter.”
“Oh, OK” I continued. “Mine is a 34C, but it doesn't seem quite right.”
Himari and Lindsey both gave me an expert's assessment of my bra size, accompanied by lots of touching, lifting, separating and bringing together of my breasts, something which I enjoyed very much.
“Probably a 32D would fit better under your bust and give more room in each cup so your breasts aren't trying to fall out all the time when you move about or bend over.”
“So my breasts are too big,” I laughed. “... at least, too big for my bra!”
Himari and Lindsey joined in with my mirth and frivolity.
“Your breasts are just wonderful,” Lindsey assured me, holding them in each hand.
We sat around wearing only our knickers, discussing Himari's and Lindsey's bra sizes, and there was lots more touching, lifting, separating and bringing together of their breasts, with returns to mine again for comparison's sake. They decided that their sizes were about right.
“Can I try yours on, Lindsey? I know it'll be wrong but I just want to see how it feels,” I asked.
Lindsey fitted me into it as best she could. My 32Ds into her 34DDs had enough room for some friends and relatives, we decided amid much laughter. My boobs nestled into her low-cut cups each like a baby chick in a massive bird's nest. The lacy bits hung down from the band and tickled my stomach.
“Nice bra, Lindsey!”
I tried on Himari's 32E as well, but whilst the band was a better fit, the cups had even more room in them than Lindsey's. She had enough room to slide her hand into each cup while I was wearing it (which they both did) and still not fill the cups.
Lindsey took my bra, put it around her chest and tried to bring the clips together, but failed. More merriment ensued while Lindsey pretended to pout about being 'too big' before joining in with the chuckles. Himari took Lindsey's bra, put it round herself and easily did up the clips, then tried to stuff her breasts into Lindsey's cups. They were bursting out all around, making them look like the Michelin Man, which led to more laughter. Eventually, all the bras came off and stayed off.
Himari and I both admired Lindsey's bra with the lace under the band, passing it from one to the other of us while studying the lacework.
We drank our coffee. Rover, the cat, crept in through the cat flap (which only banged once) and hung around mewing for her tea, then Himari and Lindsey got dressed again and went home.
