Sylvia was a legal secretary at a law firm in Wichita, Kansas. She was 26 years old, petite, brown hair, dark eyes.
She wore dark rimmed glasses, and her hair was always in a tight bun next to her neck. She was quiet, did her job diligently, was always on time, didn't mind staying until late finishing off the work that seemed to always be pilling up on her desk. Sylvia had been brought up by her God fearing grandmother. She had studied at a very strict catholic school, and after high school she went for a secretarial course. She had been working at this law firm for 4 years. Her grandmother had died a little after she had started working, and she had sold the old house and bought a small apartment near the center of Wichita. Sylvia had very few friends, most of them from her years at the catholic school. Her best friend Maria was a perky brunette who had also landed a job at the same law firm.
Maria was bright and lively, quite a contrast to Sylvia. But they had been friends since they were 10 years old, and despite the differences, they really got along well.
Sylvia was not a virgin anymore. At the firm's Christmas party two years ago, she had met a young lawyer, had had one too many drinks, and ended up in one of the back rooms of the offices. She had not enjoyed it, it had been hasty and had given her no pleasure. That had been her only experience and had somehow put her off it. Maria, much more experienced in that area, was always trying to fix Sylvia up with some man or another, but it never worked out quite the way she thought it should. Sylvia always went home alone, and never saw her dates a second time.
The firm had taken over a big case against one of the most powerful man of Wichita. The construction mogul, Andrew Peterson, was being sued by one of the construction workers for unlawful dismissal. The case had taken huge proportions because the worker was a woman, and a beautiful one, just to make things worse. Sylvia's firm was defending the worker, and had taken in a couple of lawyers from New York, who were specialized in these kind of cases. The team was made up of one of the firm's partners, as the principal of the team, the firm's specialist in labour laws, the two lawyers from New York, and Sylvia and Maria as their legal secretaries. Since the case had taken national interest, the team was working in close quarters in a secluded house the firm had in the suburbs of Wichita.
For the first two months before the case went to court, they would all meet there early in the morning, and would leave late at night. When the case went to court, they decided it would be best for all of them to move into the house to be at hand for any emergency. Matt and Joshua, the New York lawyers, welcomed the change, they were tired of staying at the hotel. They were friends, had gone to law school together, and worked for the same firm in NY. Matt was the more outspoken one, cheerful, born in California, blond, tall, sparkling blues eyes, with that mischievous twinkle of someone who used his good looks to achieve what he wanted. Joshua was the intellectual one, quiet, not much for talking, only when he had something important to say. He was a dark-haired Bostonian, always in a suit and tie. He worked quite well with Sylvia, welcoming her quiet manners and diligent work. Sylvia had become quite attached to both lawyers, amazed at their evident contrasts and the way they worked so well together.
The trial went on for several weeks. It was a difficult one, many depositions, many long nights piecing all together. But in the end, the jury found for the worker and had the construction mogul pay her a heavy compensation.
The trial ended on a Friday. That evening they were all so tired, they just collapsed in their beds. To celebrate their victory, the firm had decided to take the whole team to a retreat in the mountains. It was a hotel in the middle of the woods, very comfortable, with all the modern conveniences, and far from civilization.
They all left the following morning in a van. They got there by lunchtime, and after settling in their rooms, they met for lunch. In the afternoon the two women went for a complete makeover: facial, massage, sauna, while the two New Yorkers played squash and the other lawyers played tennis. In the evening they all dressed up for a celebration dinner in the partner's suite. The evening was very agreeable, the food was excellent, the wine first rate and the conversation affable and easy. Joshua sat next to Sylvia and they talked long about their lives and the things they still wanted to do. Sylvia was never one for drinking, but the conversation was so easy, she just went on sipping on the wine, without noticing that her glass was never empty.
Later in the evening they all went to the hotel's club to listen to some music and dance. The band was playing easy listening music, and Joshua invited Sylvia to dance. He was a good dancer, and Sylvia relaxed in his arms and let him lead her through the floor. At first he held her gently in his arms, sensing her relaxing even more. Than slowly, his arms held her more firmly, drawing her closer to him. And he did it so gently, Sylvia just let herself be drawn. She leaned her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and let the music lull her. She could smell Joshua's aftershave, a tangy sweet scent quite disturbing. She could feel his hand gently stroking her back.
Sylvia was quite tipsy, nearing that stage of total drunkenness, so she responded to his caresses, kissing him gently on his neck. Feeling her respond, Joshua held her even tighter, and gently pushing her chin up, he kissed her lips softly. Her lips were tender, inviting, and they kissed long, his tongue probing into her mouth, searching for hers, touching, entangling. Sylvia's head was spinning, from the alcohol and from the kiss. They danced a while longer, their hands all over each other, kissing and just feeling each other's heat and passion. After some time, they left the club. They went to Sylvia's room. She knew there was much more to come, and she wanted it. Something told her this time it would be different, she trusted Joshua, had gotten to know him.
They were standing in the middle of the room. Joshua slowly started undressing her. He unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her breasts in a black-laced bra in full view. He caressed them through the bra, and felt her nipples hardening. He took her blouse off, and opened the zipper of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She had on small laced panties, no tights, her feet were in black high-heeled sandals. She felt strange, standing there in front of him in her underwear and sandals, and wanted to sit down, cover herself. But he did not let her do it. He was amazed with her body, it had a certain beauty to it. She was not skinny, her thighs were round, her legs nicely shaped, her tummy flat, and small round breasts. He stretched his hands, running them through her arms, her breasts, her hips, her buttocks. His hands were soft, gentle, and Sylvia closed her eyes and just let herself drift away. She felt him pick up her, and take her to the bed, laying her on it. She could hear him undressing, but kept her eyes closed. She felt his body next to hers, his hands again on her body.
He kissed her fiercely, sucking her lips, biting them, sucking her tongue. It was a kiss full of passion, of lust. He unhooked her bra, and cupped her breasts in his hands. He took his mouth to them, and while fondling one, sucked the other. He could feel her shivering, gently moaning, and would alternate the fondling and sucking. Sylvia ran her hand through his hair, while, without noticing, she stroke her pubis through her underwear. But Joshua had noticed her movements, and was nicely surprised. There was a great promise in this usually shy woman. He left her breasts and went down to her tummy, licking and kissing. Her hand was still gently stroking her pubis, her motions barely visible. Joshua held her hand, and took her panties off.
She was now totally naked, but for the black sandals. He pushed her legs apart, bent her knees a little, her cunt now in full view. His hand slithered through her pubic curls, and touched the slippery knob of flesh at the heart of her sex. He pinched and twisted her clitoris, feeling it hardening under his fingers. Warm waves swept through her body. She closed her eyes just taking in that incredible sensation. Joshua started licking her now hard knob, sucking it, biting her pubic lips gently. Sylvia moaned louder, moving her body to better accommodate his mouth.
And then she felt a mouth on her breasts. She stiffened her body in shock, and opened her eyes to see Matt's blue eyes looking straight into hers. With a mischievous smile, he said: "Just enjoy it...". She looked down at Joshua and saw the look of complicity he exchanged with Matt. Lust, her semi-drunkenness, and a strange feeling that this would be a moment never to be forgotten, made Sylvia agree to that strange combination. She closed her eyes again and just let her body be taken away by these two men. Matt sat next to her, and fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples. He then started kissing and biting them. Joshua's tongue on her clitoris, while his fingers thrust inside her throbbing sex. She could feel the climax nearing and both men could feel it to. Their movements, as if in a same compass, were faster. And suddenly she felt the wave coming, taking her body through long spasms of intense heat. She moaned out loud, gasping for breath, her heart pounding heavily in her chest.
The men continued until she stopped shaking. Matt kissed her gently, his full lips taking in hers. Joshua stroke her thighs, her tummy. She opened her eyes, and smiled at both of them. While Matt undressed, Joshua pushed Sylvia up. Kneeling on the bed, he directed her to his cock that was already fully erect and hard. On all fours, Sylvia took his cock into her mouth, and started gently sucking it. This was something she had never done, and at first she was surprised with the hardness of his member and the size. She held it in her hands, stroke it, ran her fingers through it's entire extension, and put it in her mouth again, licking it, sucking it. She could feel the blood running through it, pulsating. Joshua's hands were on her head, running his fingers through her hair, and gently holding her head down. His moans were soft, low.
Sylvia felt Matt sitting on the bed behind her. Then she felt his hands, full of oil, caressing her lower back and buttocks. She felt his finger lightly pressing the tight knot of her anus. She was shocked at first, but he continued with the pressure, without entering, and after some seconds, she began feeling a different type of pleasure. His hands were gentle, the oil had a sweet scent to it, and the more he rubbed it into her, more pleasure she felt. His hand was now on her cunt, his fingers massaging her lips and her clitoris. And Sylvia had Joshua's cock entirely in her mouth, sucking it now fiercely. Her body was in movement, a back and forth sway, adjusting to the movements both men were doing. She felt Matt thrust his cock into her cunt, while his finger was now in her anus. She could sense Joshua nearing a climax, and having Matt in both her orifices was driving her wild.
These sensations never experienced before, this overwhelming feeling of pleasure had blown her mind off and left her with a body that was pure tension and lust. Her body was responding to these two men and she knew that their pleasure was also as great. And she sensed and felt Matt and Joshua coming at the same time she did. Her body shaking in great spasms, her moans muffled by Joshua's cock and semen flooding her mouth, her hips held tight by Matt. And after it was over, she just let her body relax, and wait for her heart to stop pounding. Joshua took her in his arms, lay down on the bed, holding her tight. His hands caressing her back, her hair, and gently kissing her face and her lips. Matt was laying next to them, his body fitting perfectly behind hers, his hands on her hips and thighs. After some time, the three fell into a deep sleep.
The following morning, when Sylvia woke up, both men had already left her room. She took a long hot shower, got dressed and went for breakfast. She was famished. She met Joshua on her way down, and he smiled at her, kissed her forehead gently, and accompanied her to the restaurant. They exchanged no words, they were not necessary. Matt joined them, and they had a quiet and peaceful meal. That morning they were to head back to Wichita, and Matt and Joshua were leaving to New York that evening.
Even though they promised to keep in touch, Sylvia knew she would probably never see them again. But she was grateful to these two men, who had given her so much.