Tara checked her watch again. Her heart rate was at 86% of max which was right on target for minute 48 of a 55 minute run. She began to slow down, looking at the trees with appreciation. She'd only found this park in the last few weeks.
Her new job was stressful but rewarding. After two months she barely felt like she knew half the things the company did but it was successful and rising. And the boss was an enigma. She'd heard the rumors from the time she started. Willow Rosenberg never slept. She ate only take-out and drank only coffee. She never went home. She lived in the office.
The redhead was beautiful but very driven. Tara had heard that the her boss wanted to be the youngest woman to own a Fortune 500 company (without inheriting her wealth) and she seemed well on the way to her goal. When Tara had gone to her with questions, Willow had fixed her with an intent look, listened carefully, asked insightful questions, and prompted Tara to solve the issue on her own. And each time she had walked the blonde personally to the door to thank her for her visit.
Others complained that Willow was a ball-buster, a bitch, a hard-ass. Terms that Tara hated. She didn't' seem like a hard-ass to Tara but the blonde hadn't been there that long.
And then Tara had discovered this park. Tuesdays and Thursdays she volunteered in the evening at a community center. Normally she went to dinner to kill time but then she had started running again and loved it. The only thing was that she didn't want to go to the center all sweaty. Luckily the office had showers and a locker room on the ground floor. You had to have a key card to get in and Tara wasn't even sure if everyone's key card worked the lock but hers did.
Two weeks earlier, she had taken her run on Tuesday and then used her key card to get into the locker room:
"Well, don't just stand there letting cold air come in."
Tara knew that her eyes bugged out as she looked at her boss, standing naked under a shower nozzle, obviously attempting to soap her back. "I um... I mean my key opened the door and I thought that I... I was r-r-running." Idiot!
The redhead seemed completely at ease in spite of her current state of undress. She slowly looked Tara up and down and then smiled equally slowly. "You look like you could use a shower as well. Care to join me?"
Tara gulped. There was really no way to misinterpret the implication. And it wasn't like she hadn't had thoughts like that about her new boss. But this? Um. In the corporate locker room/shower? Was she serious?
Willow turned her body so that her front took the spray from the nearest nozzle. "See? I'm not even looking now."
The blonde considered the situation. She could leave but she wouldn't get clean for her volunteering shift not to mention... She stepped over to the bench and stripped off her clothes, dropping them on the floor. Then she opened the locker she had claimed earlier and pulled out a towel which she put on the edge of the bench. Four shower nozzles protruded from the wall but Willow was using the middle two so Tara was forced to turn on the one at one end and step under the water. She wasn't surprised as the redhead tilted her head slightly to watch her.
It was all kinds of uncomfortable. Willow wasn't washing herself or anything. She was just standing there under the water and stealing glances her way. "I volunteer Tuesday and Thursday nights so I though that I c-could run and then shower and not have to g-g-go home." She attempted to soap up her back as she spoke.
"It looks like you're having trouble reaching. Maybe I could help you with that." She wasn't surprised to feel her new boss's hand wrap around her sponge.
She closed her eyes for a second and then decided, what the fuck? It's just a job and if it goes to shit, she would find another one. She turned to look at the redhead. "That would be really helpful."
Helpful? Helpful?
Helpful is carrying your coke to the table if your hands are full with your soup and sandwich. Helpful is unlocking your computer after you forget your password. Helpful is pulling over to change a tire for a stranded motorist.
This was not helpful.
This was...
Willow dutifully poured soap onto the sponge and worked it into a lather. She slowly traced the contours of Tara's back with the implement, at the sound of Tara's unrestrained moan dropping the sponge and using her fingers to draw symbols in the soap. "What are you drawing?"
Willow's hands circled the blonde's waist and cupped her breasts. She leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'm writing, 'I've wanted to fuck you since your came in for your job interview.'"
Tara turned quickly in the other woman's arms and kissed her. Hard. She cupped the boss's tight ass and began to squeeze the flesh in her palms. "Then you're way behind schedule, Ms. Rosenberg."
Willow giggled as she continued to work the blonde's breasts and backed her against the wall of the shower. "I intend to remedy that immediately." She kissed the other woman again before pulling her mouth away and repositioning it on one of Tara's breasts.
Tara moved one hand to the back of her boss's head as the other continued groping the redhead's ass. "Don't stop," she gasped as Willow moved to the other breast. A minute later Tara felt the redhead's hand separating her folds. It was going fast but not too fast. Oh God. This isn't going to take long, she could barely think as her hand grasped for purchase on the slick tiles. And then Willow's mouth was against hers and two fingers were inside her. She thrust in and out quickly. Tara knew that she was grasping the other woman's shoulders, perhaps too tightly but she had an idea of a way to make the redhead forgive the bruises. "Oh God! Right there!" and then she was coming, her head banging against the tile so that she saw flashing lights and didn't care in the least.
Minutes later, Tara found herself kneeling in front of the bench by the lockers, licking and sucking a screaming, writhing young entrepreneur. And the entrepreneur quite obviously appreciated the attention if her sounds were any indication. She came almost as quickly as Tara had and the blonde refrained from laughing. "I guess it's been a while?"
Willow giggled and rolled off the bench to rest her head on Tara's chest. "Well over a year. I've been kind of busy since then."
Tara smiled and kissed the redhead once more before gently easing her off her chest and against the bench. She crossed to the shower and quickly rinsed before grabbing her towel and drying off. She started dressing as Willow remained sitting, watching her without saying another word. She dressed and smiled at her boss. "Thanks, Ms. Rosenberg." Then she considered again. "I'm a little surprised that you don't have an executive shower up in your office?"
Willow laughed and her eyes sparkled. "Oh I do. But the log showed that you started using this shower a few weeks ago."
Tara laughed back and picked up her bag. "I've got to get to the center."
As she was leaving she heard Willow's voice behind her. "See you Thursday, Tara."
Tara glanced at her watch again. Just on time. She could hear the shower running. Right on time.
