The intern

“Check on the artists. Recheck the routes. Ensure that the itinerary is being followed.” This was the mantra I said to myself all day long. All the hard work, planning, and meeting was all going to come to an end in three days. I was doing a marathon of work on the coordination of this cancer race/ concert. I was the head coordinator in charge of EVERYTHING events for the local American Cancer Foundation. I had to do everything from ensuring things ran smoothly to administering first aid to the runners. Luckily, things weren’t too hectic because I had a wonderful intern to help me along the way.

Rachel was an up and coming college senior, majoring in public relations with an emphasis on event planning. I met her during a round of interviews after placing a request with the local college. When I first met her, I knew she would be the perfect assistant because we talked like we were old friends. It is funny how you meet people and swear you might have known them in a past life. We really clicked well, especially since we weren’t that far apart in age. Not only was she a great intern, carrying out the daily tasks and going above and beyond herself but she was also a great friend and confidant.

She was very intelligent and quirky. The most interesting thing about her is how she would know what you are going through before you even see her and she would somehow make a bad day great and a bright day brighter.

“This day is almost over. This day is almost over,” my mantra for day three. I enjoyed all the people I met and worked with on the journey this event created, but I was even more glad for the race to be finished. Finally the last day was over and I got the chance to rest my aching feet and have some time to myself as the crews were cleaning up. I was sitting in the executive tent, tending to my blistered feet when she came up behind me with a handful of supplies. “It sure was a crazy event!” She said as she put the materials into a plastic bin.

“Yes it was, but nothing that I’ve never been through before. One thing I’ll never get used to is how bad my feet hurt afterwards.” We laughed at my complaint.

“Are you sure you want to go into this for a living? It’s not too late to reconsider?” I warned her.

“No, even with the ups and downs, the most joyful part of event planning is watching your work being put into action.”

“You’re right. Will I be driving you back to the hotel today?” I asked her.

“Of course you are! How else would I get back?” She chided. “But I think we should wait till the clean-up crews are done and take a celebratory nap.”

It was after 1:30 in the morning. The event ended at 8pm today, but it took us that long to clean up the park and ensure that nothing was left behind. I was so ready to head to my car, go back to the hotel, take a nice hot bubble bath, and curl up under soft covers. I called Rachel on my cell phone to see where she was because I was ready to go. After hanging up with her, she was at my truck in five minutes. She helped me put the huge tote bins into the back of my truck. We took one last look at the space we occupied for the last three days and drove away.

We finally got back to the hotel around 2:45 am. We were staying in a double occupancy room with a little kitchenette and a wonderful whirlpool tub. I pulled out my access key and slid it through the electronic sensor and waited for the green light to come on. We were greeted by a refreshing breeze from the air conditioning, which I forgot to turn off before we left.

“I’m about to take a shower and then hit the hay.” I told her. She said okay as I closed the door to the bathroom. As much as I wanted that bubble bath, it was too late to do all the extra work. A hot shower would take care of the job just fine.

I looked in the mirror at my tired reflection as I was undressing. I looked like a total mess. My face was greasy, my hair was frazzled, and my posture showed that my back was hurting. I slowly took my clothes off and stared at the naked reflection in the mirror. I examined my breasts, something I forced myself to do after my mother found out she had breast cancer, before I got into the shower. Although I was supposed to be performing a medical exam on myself, I couldn’t help but get aroused from the erotic pressure I was performing on myself. My hands wandered to my sweet center and it was almost hard to break away from the electricity that was coursing through my body. I turned the knob on the shower faucet until it was the perfect temperature between scalding and serene and stepped in.

I stepped into the shower and felt exhilarated. The water was the perfect temperature to soothe my aching muscles. The biggest plus was the detachable shower hose. I was losing myself in the hot haven of the shower when my thoughts were interrupted by a hand rubbing up and down my back. When I turned around it was Rachel standing naked behind me.

Rachel was a gorgeous girl. I have never been into women before, but looking at her right now, I was craving her. She stood at 5’3, slightly shorter than my 5’5 frame. Her short cropped pixie hair cut looked perfect against her pale petite face. She had a body to die for. She was a petite thing but was graced with curves every man wanted to hold and every woman wanted for herself. She definitely had some black in her somewhere.

I was mesmerized by her perky nipples as the water cascaded down her chest. She continued to rub my back and gave me a questioning look in her large brown eyes. I answered her by giving her my shower cloth covered with Dove body wash. She began by swirling luxurious circles on my back. She massaged and cleansed my neck and reached forward to caress my large breasts with the cloth in her hand. The warmth in the bathroom and hiss of the shower head had my mind in a whirl. I knew that I was not a lesbian, but like 75% of the heterosexual women in the United States I had always wanted to be a part a lesbian experience.

I turned to face her allowing the water to splash against my back and drip down between my legs. I wasn’t sure what to do and it showed. Rachel raised her hand to my face and leaned in to give me the most sensual kiss I had ever received. Our nipples and breasts pressed against each other. I explored her naked body by brushing my fingers lightly against her skin. Rachel explored my body with her tongue and mouth by sucking the water out of the space between my collar bone and suckling on my neck. She trailed her tongue down and ever so gently surrounded her hands around my caramel mounds. She used the tip of her tongue to outline my areolas and then flicked her tongue across my nipples. My body was on fire and I needed her to put me out.

She asked me, “What do you want me to do to you?” I was scared to answer already knowing exactly what I wanted her to do to me, how I wanted her to make me feel, and how I wanted to make her feel.

“What do you want me to do to you?” She demanded and she continued to suckle on my now engorged tits. “Tell me now!”

“I want you to…” I started breathlessly. “I want you to…to eat my pussy.” I told her.

“Your wish is my command.” She said with a wide grin.

Rachel got down on her knees in the slippery bathtub. She used both hands to open my pussy lips wide before she plunged her face into my drenched cunt. She tickled my clit with the tip of her tongue as she simultaneously surrounded her lips around the inside of my outer lips. When her mouth was in the perfect position to make me melt in her mouth she grabbed my ass and squeezed it before she began to toy with my “taint.” My knees were getting weak from the pleasure she was bringing to me. It had been a long time since I had my pussy ate right and Rachel was doing wonders in that bathtub. With her other hand she inserted a finger, but when she realized how soaking wet I was she plunged three slender fingers into my twitching pussy.

The water started to get cold, but it only added to the heat we were bringing in the bathroom. She stirred me up with her fingers, as she drank of my nectar, and teased my backdoor. I bucked wildly against her soft cheeks.

That was it! I…was…about…to….!

My juices exploded and squirted all over Rachel’s face, but she continued her skillful work until my knees buckled and I damn near fell out of the shower.

We laughed at my long moment of weakness and got out of the shower. I picked up two towels and began to dry her off as she began to do the same to me. When we were dry and standing there in white Terry cloth towels, I gave her a questioning look with my eyes. She answered by running to the hotel room where she laid on the bed, spread eagle, gesturing for me to join her.