~ The Limo ~
by Mavis Applewater
August 2001

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Thanks to my beta reader Joanne.

As always this is for Heather.

PART ONE

Julia growled at everyone who had the misfortune to cross her path as she stormed out of Continental's Gate Seven at Logan Airport. The weather had caused so many troubles and delays that she found herself landing four hours later than she had expected. The architect was tired and fit to be tied. She searched around, fearful that her limo would not be waiting for her. The, for the first time since early that morning, Julia Bell actually smiled.

Standing just outside the gate area was a petite blonde clad in the standard black suit and cap required for limo drivers. Her emerald green eyes peeked out over a sign that had "Julia Bell" boldly printed on it. Julia sighed as she allowed herself to enjoy the view of the blonde's well-toned body. "Oh yeah! Things are definitely looking up," she muttered softly under her breath as she approached her driver.

She towered over the small blonde standing in front of her. She felt as slight flush of excitement as she detected a light jasmine scent. "I'm Julia Bell," she informed the driver who was now looking intently up at her.

"Welcome to Boston, Ms. Bell," the blonde greeted her politely. "Do you have any other luggage?" she inquired as she relieved Julia of her carry-on bag.

"Just one," Julia responded as she handed her claim ticket to the attractive young woman.

"Allow me to get you situated in the car and then I'll fetch your bag."

"Very nice," Julia answered in a husky tone as she allowed her blue eyes to wander up and down the young driver's body.

The smaller woman blushed slightly as she escorted Julia towards the airport exit. Shouldering Julia's carry-on bag, she instantly snapped open an umbrella to shield her passenger from the rain. She ushered Julia over to the limo, opening the door for her before placing her bag in the trunk. She popped into the driver's seat with ease, started the car, and picked up the phone in front. Julia smiled as she watched the blonde in the rearview mirror. She picked up the receiver knowing it was her driver.

"I'll be right back, Ms. Bell. The bar is located inside the door just to your left."

"Hmm," Julia purred, thinking that this little blonde was just what she needed to relieve her tension. She opened the small refrigerator that served as the bar, and helped herself to a tumbler which she filled with ice. She then filled the glass with a generous amount of Disaronno. Sipping the sweet amber liquid, she allowed herself to ponder what her driver looked like out of uniform, and just what would it take to really find out.

A smile crept across her face as she watched her driver reenter the vehicle. She watched the smaller woman settle herself into the driver's seat. As the blonde buckled her seat belt, Julia picked up the receiver that would connect her with the adorable blonde.

"Yes, Ms. Bell?" the blonde answered in a pleasant professional tone.

"Julia," she offered seductively, deciding it was time to test the waters. "And what's your name?"

"Tamara," the perky blonde responded as she put the limo into drive.

"That's unusual," Julia continued, hoping she was reading the vibes correctly.

"Not to me," Tamara countered brightly.

"No, I suppose you're use to it." Julia chuckled lightly. "I was excited to see you waiting for me."

Julia watched as a pair of green eyes looked up in the rearview mirror. Julia's smile grew as she caught the slight spark in those eyes.

"How so?" Tamara inquired, her voice lowering slightly.

"Well, with all the delay's I was forced to endure today, I was afraid that you might stand me up," Julia teased, pushing her underlying meaning a little harder.

"Never," came the breathy reply.

"Good to know," Julia responded as she watched the woman in the rearview mirror. A slight charge ignited within her each time their eyes met. "You really brightened my day," Julia sighed as she started to remove the charcoal blazer of her Donna Karen suit. There was a slight pause in the conversation as Julia tried to decide what her next move should be, or even if she should continue. A part of her felt a little silly flirting with the young driver. A confused look crossed Tamara's delicate features as she hung up the receiver.

PART TWO

As the limo inched along in traffic, Julia made herself comfortable by slipping off her shoes and unbuttoning her blouse slightly. As she sipped her drink, her eyes never drifted from her driver's image. Her fingers absently stroked her neck as she studied the long golden blonde hair pulled neatly into a ponytail that was hanging out from under her black cap. She reached for the receiver once again. Stopping herself this time, she decided that she wanted a little more personal contact.
When Julia leaned forward, she noticed the pair of twinkling green eyes that seemed to be focus upon her cleavage. A cocky smirk graced Julia's face as she thanked her lucky stars for the rain and the backed up traffic. She rapped on the glass divider to catch Tamara's attention. With a gleam in her eyes, she motioned for Tamara to lower the divider.

Tamara traced her lips with the tip of her tongue as she complied with her passenger's request. Once the barrier was down, Julia settled back into her seat.

"You don't mind do you?" Julia inquired with a slight leer as she wondered if the alcohol was clouding her judgment.

"You're the boss," Tamara answered with a sly smile of her own.

"Interesting," Julia mused before refocusing her attention back to the conversation. "I just thought this might be a little more personal. Using the phone seems a bit impersonal."

"I know what you mean," Tamara agreed. "Kind of like phone sex."

Julia ran her tongue across her teeth, knowing that the blonde was testing the waters. "Really?" Julia said, playing along.

"Well, not that I would know." Tamara blushed.

"That's an interesting shade of red you're sporting there," Julia offered as she arched her eyebrow.

"Do you always treat your drivers this way?" Tamara asked.

"Never," Julia purred as she settled deeper into the leather seat and sipped her drink.

The two stole glances at each other as Julia began to once again trace her fingers slowly down her neck. "You know, I was feeling very tense after I got off that plane," Julia offered absently as she allowed her fingers to feel their way further down past her neck, creating an electric trail towards her cleavage.

"Are you still feeling tense?" Tamara asked. Julia didn't miss the soft tone in her voice or the subtle innuendo.

"I'm starting to relax," Julia answered in a breathy tone, allowing her fingers to linger on the gentle swell of her breast. She watched carefully, trying to gauge the young blonde's reaction as her movements grew bolder.

"If there's anything I can do to assist you, just tell me," Tamara offered as the blush returned in full force.

"Anything?" Julia asked as her hand slipped under the folds of her blouse.

"Yes," Tamara responded in a breathy tone as her eyes darkened slightly. Julia moaned as the prospects presenting themselves tingled her senses. She lowered herself slightly in the seat and began to tug the hem of her blouse out of her skirt.

"Can you see me? Do you want to?" Julia boldly asked her driver.

"Yes," came the response with an equal amount of bravado.

Julia licked her lips and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She was certainly by no means a virgin, but this was certainly something she had never experienced before. As she freed the buttons of her silk blouse, she cautioned herself to take it slowly so the moment would last. Julia held the pair of darkening emerald green eyes locked in a fiery gaze.

Julia's fingers continued their heated journey towards her ample cleavage. The feel of skin mixed with the silk of her blouse served to stoke the fire that was burning inside of her. Tamara bit down on her bottom lip as Julia freed herself from the confines of the last button. Julia accepted the soft moan that escaped from the blonde as an invitation to continue.

Slowly she opened the blouse slightly to expose the white lacy bra that lay beneath. The coolness of the air conditioner gently kissed her skin. Julia freely caressed herself, working towards her breasts. She cupped the lacy material that was holding them captive. Her breathing increased slightly as she felt her nipples hardening from her own touch. She felt an added thrill as she watch the bead of sweat that had begun to form on the driver's upper lip.

Feeling slightly light-headed, Julia allowed two of her fingers to slip underneath the lacy garment. She felt her skin beginning to burn as she watched Tamara grip the steering wheel tighter. The sound of a blaring car horn broke the spell momentarily.

As Tamara snapped her attention back to what was happening on the road, Julia felt a need to continue her exploration. Trapping one of her nipples roughly between two fingers, she pinched and rolled the bud, feeling the dampness pooling between her legs. Tamara maneuvered the black limousine through the heavily congested traffic as Julia's eyes fluttered shut in an erotic haze.

"Perhaps we should pull off the road?" Julia suggested in a breathy voice as she pressed her thighs together tightly.

"I'm afraid it will take some time before we reach a place that would be convenient," Tamara explained in a husky tone.

"I don't know if I can last that long," Julia choked out pinching her nipple harder as her opposite hand began to feel it's way down her abdomen.

"I don't know either," Tamara concluded.

"Are you touching yourself?" Julia inquired hotly her eyes opening slightly.

"No," Tamara panted as her eyes darted back and forth between the traffic on the road and the torrid activities of her passenger.

Julia allowed herself to drink in the flushed features of her driver. She opened her eyes a little wider as her hand slipped up under her skirt. She knew that she was frustrating Tamara who could do nothing to release her own pent up desire.

"Once you find us a place that is more convenient, would you like to join me in the back so you can have a better view?"

"Yes," Tamara responded as she swallowed hard. "I'll do anything you want."

"Oh God," was the only response Julia's overloaded mind could conjure up. Julia's other hand released her breast and then joined its mate. She hiked up her skirt as her thumbs slid under the waistband of her nylons. She tried to steady her racing heart by slowly lowering the confining garment past her firm thighs.

Her need grew as she removed her panty hose and tossed them on the floor. She slid deeper into the leather seat of the car and lifted her skirt higher now that she had freed herself from her nylon prison. Julia arched her hips slightly to give her driver a full view of panties that matched the bra. She continued to watch Tamara. The sight of the beautiful woman clad in the black uniform further fueled her desires.

Unable to contain her passion any longer, she opened her thighs wider. Julia slipped one hand between her thighs as her other hand returned to massaging her breast. She heard the sharp gasp Tamara released as Julia began to grind her wetness against her palm.

With her fingers pressed against the damp lacy material, she shifted to ensure that Tamara had full view of her activities. She continued to tease herself, her pulse racing and her head swimming with desire. Her only thoughts were of what she wanted to do with her attractive driver. Her fingers were already coated with her own passion before she slipped them under the delicate elastic. Passing the lacy barrier she dipped them into overflowing wetness.

Julia was unaware of the traffic outside. Her thoughts were focused solely on the beautiful woman sitting in front of her. So consumed was she by the fire, she never felt the limo pulling off the road and coming to a halt. Julia didn't hear Tamara release her seatbelt as she entered herself. Her hips arched as she plunged into herself deeply. She began to thrust furiously, her hips beating a wild pace.

She was so lost in her excitement that she hadn't realized that she now held Tamara's undivided attention. She finally noticed Tamara adjusting the rearview mirror and unbuttoning her black blazer. She took herself harder, teasing her own clit as she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. Through a lustful haze, she watched a blonde head fall back slightly as Tamara's arm matched her own passionate movements.

"Harder," Julia demanded.

The two continued, each entering themselves wildly. Bare skin rubbed against the leather interior of the limo as their wetness flowed freely. Julia watched as Tamara's shoulders trembled. She knew that Tamara was falling over the same edge. Grunting and gasping harshly, driver and passenger climaxed together. Julia melted into the leather as she felt the stirring building again. She needed more. She needed to touch the young woman and be touched in return. "I want you," Julia demanded. The driver simply nodded in response.

Julia removed her blouse and skirt as Tamara pulled her black trousers up and exited the limo. When she opened the back door, she found her passenger lounging across the backseat wearing nothing but her panties and a lustful gaze. Tamara climbed in quickly to join her. Julia sat up slightly to allow Tamara a better view of her breasts. She reached up and removed the black cap from the golden blonde hair and placed the cap on her own head with a smirk. She then reached over to the sweet freckled face before her and undid the tie that was holding the long blonde hair in place.

Julia ran her fingers through Tamara's golden hair as she leaned closer to the smaller woman to slip the black blazer down her shoulders. Green eyes followed her every movement as the garment was removed. Tamara reached up to remove her thin black tie when larger hands halted her movement. Julia took over and gently pulled the tie open from its knot.

"So beautiful," Julia admitted honestly as she slipped the tie from around the smaller woman's neck. Tamara tilted her head bashfully and averted her gaze. Julia tucked two fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze up until the blue and green clashed in a smoky haze.

The rain fell harder, beating a steady rhythm on the roof of the limo. The sound matched the beating of Julia's heart. She unbuttoned the white oxford shirt and opened it slowly to reveal Tamara's well-toned body. She slipped the cotton shirt off and dropped it on the floor with the other remnants. Julia trailed a path with the tips of her fingers down from Tamara's neck to cup her breasts.

She ran her palms over them; her body ignited further as she felt two nipples harden simultaneously from her touch. Her touch then drifted downward pausing briefly on the mole that was on the younger woman's firm abs. She felt Tamara's touch on her shoulders. She swallowed hard as she felt herself being drawn in. Instinctively their eyes locked as faces drew closer to allow soft sweet lips to brush together.

They melted into one another, their passion deepening as hands searched, driven by the need to touch. The kiss ended as sweetly as it began. Julia smiled as she watched Tamara remove her own bra. Julia leaned back and watched Tamara shed the rest of her clothing. The sight of the younger woman's naked body moving towards her caused Julia to whimper.

Tamara pressed her body against Julia's almost naked form. They kissed again, without gentleness or sweetness. This kiss was formed out of raw passion and desire. Julia's senses reeled as Tamara's hands roamed her body. Tamara's mouth broke free from the kiss and captured Julia's breast. Tasting and teasing with her teeth and tongue, the sensation caused Julia's body to arch in response. Tamara pressed against her tightly as she treated her other breast to the same attention.

Thighs opened as Tamara kissed her way down the taller woman's body. Her hands eagerly pulled down Julia's underwear, removing the last barrier between them. Julia's arousal was all consuming as she felt passionate kisses and little nips. Tamara's long blonde hair tickled her thighs. She needed this woman. Tamara didn't need to hear the words but Julia knew her eyes conveyed the message.

Tamara lowered herself as Julia opened her thighs. Tamara's tongue tasted the taller woman as Julia wrapped her long legs around Tamara's shoulders. Julia felt a rush as she felt Tamara's tongue enter her. Unaware of what she was doing, she arched her back and thrust her hips as her hands pressed Tamara into her wetness. Her body seemed to be begging and pleading for Tamara take all she had to offer. Tamara eagerly complied. Julia found herself screaming out wildly as she climaxed quickly.

Julia collapsed in a heap as Tamara rested her head on her thigh. Time passed as the two simply rested peacefully.

PART THREE

As Julia looked down at her naked body, she smiled as she drank in the vision of long blonde hair draped over her torso. A pair of emerald eyes twinkled up at her. Smiling, she offered her hand to the young driver who smiled in return as she lifted her body. Julia gathered Tamara into a tender embrace. Julia felt content as Tamara traced her nipple. The gentle musing renewed her desire. Julia kissed the top of Tamara's head sweetly.

Julia lifted her body slightly holding Tamara as she moved. Tamara lifted her eyes to meet Julia's lustful gaze with equal intensity. Julia leaned forward, drawn to Tamara's lips like a moth to a flame. Lips melted together; each parting to invite the other in for exploration. Tongues danced together as bodies pressed together tightly. Moaning deeply, Julia cupped Tamara's backside to pull the woman closer. Tamara opened herself as their passions ignited again. Grinding against one another, Tamara straddled Julia's lap as she pressed the taller woman into the leather seat.

Julia growled deeply as she tore her mouth away from Tamara. "Turn around," Julia instructed her firmly. Panting heavily, Tamara complied. Julia opened her thighs as Tamara shifted position. She engulfed the younger woman who was now sitting on her lap with her back to her. Julia cupped Tamara's breasts roughly as she nudged the blonde's thighs apart.

Julia thought she would explode when she felt Tamara's backside grinding into her wetness. "I want you," Julia hissed hotly in Tamara's ear. Tamara moaned deeply as her grinding increased; there was no misunderstanding the young woman's desire. Julia continued to tease one of Tamara's nipples. Arching her hips, she pressed her wetness deeper into Tamara's smooth flesh. Her other hand felt it's way down the front of Tamara's stomach which glistened with a thick sheen of sweat.

Her fingers teased the golden curls. Julia's grinding increased as she felt the dampness. Tamara opened herself further as Julia's strong fingers reached further down. Tamara's passionate wetness flowed freely as Julia's fingers spread to feel her lips. Her thumb grazed over Tamara's throbbing clit. She could feel the smaller woman shivering as she began to grind harder, almost bucking against Julia's wetness. Julia couldn't hold back any longer. She entered Tamara, plunging two fingers deeply inside of her.

Their actions became electric as their rhythmic movements exploded in a frenzy. Tamara was begging for Julia to take her harder as the older woman gasped out for her to climax. "That's it baby . . . ," Julia encouraged,". . . . I want to feel you explode." Julia felt the walls tighten around her fingers as she slid them in and out of Tamara. Her pace increased as Tamara arched back, her thighs trembling, as she cried out wildly in her climax. Julia's fingers remained deep inside of Tamara's center as she continued to grind against her.

Tamara climaxed repeatedly as Julia continued to pleasure her until Julia exploded against her firm backside. Collapsing once again, they remained in the same position as spasms danced through their bodies.

Once they managed to regain their ability to breath normally, the two dressed. Neither spoke to the other. Shyly they avoided eye contact. Julia sipped a bottle of water contentedly as Tamara drove her to the hotel. The limo pulled up in front of the Parker House. Julia remained seated until Tamara unloaded her luggage and opened the door for her.

Julia stepped out of the vehicle as Tamara held the door open. Turning to the smaller woman, she smiled broadly. "If you don't mind, I'd like to request you as my driver for the extent of my visit," Julia said hopefully.

Tamara smiled broadly and simply nodded her acceptance. "I'll see you in the morning then."

Julia's smile grew as she handed a tip to the smaller woman. Tamara's smile quickly vanished. Julia gave her a questioning look as Tamara's expression turned grim. The doorman opened the door and Julia walked into the hotel. It wasn't until she stepped into the lobby that she had realized what she had done.

Julia spun around quickly. Her heart sank when she found the black limo and Tamara were gone.

The next day she wasn't surprised when a different driver greeted her. The events normally wouldn't have caused Julia to think twice. Going against her distant nature, she found herself calling the car service only to find that Tamara had been terminated after refusing to drive Julia. Upset by the news, she spent her free time trying to convince Tamara's employer to take the young college student back. Her efforts were useless and she feared that she had revealed to much to the younger woman's ex-employer.

When she flew home she accepted that she would never see Tamara again. After all it was just one of those things. But over the next few years, she did find herself thinking about a certain green-eyed blonde.

THE END

Will Julia and Tamara ever meet again?  Find out in...Tamara's Turn.

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~ Tamara's Turn ~
(The Limo - Part Two)
by Mavis Applewater
August 2001

For disclaimers see part one.

Thanks to my beta reader Joanne.

As always this is for Heather.

PART ONE

Tamara studied the lobby's floor directory as butterflies danced merrily in her stomach. Her green eyes searched carefully until she spotted 'Bancroft Dunn Architecture - 1503'. Finding the information she needed, she adjusted her teal suit jacket and rechecked the crease in her trousers. Clasping her portfolio tightly, she headed off towards the elevators.

As she entered the elevator, she pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and moved towards the back of the car as was her custom. She tried to think of something witty to say in the upcoming interview in the hope that she could impress Mr. Bancroft. She wanted something that sounded completely spontaneous.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as the elevator chugged along, stopping periodically to allow passengers to enter or exit. Tamara didn't doubt her abilities; she simply hated interviews. Tamara glanced up to see what floor they were approaching. 'Only five.' Tamara sighed deeply while still searching for something clever to say.

The bell chimed as some of her fellow passengers made their departure. Just as the doors were about to close, a tall figure stepped in. Tamara's heart jumped as azure eyes locked with hers for the briefest of moments.

Tamara felt faint as she averted her gaze. 'It couldn't be,' Tamara quickly reasoned as she tried to steady herself. She peeked up quickly and breathed a sigh of relief. She was more than a little relieved to find the statuesque woman facing away from her curious inspection.

Tamara surveyed the taller woman's back in an effort to determine whether or not it was who she thought it was. The long jet-black hair hanging down the strong back was familiar although the style was certainly different. This woman wore hers in a French braid. "It couldn't be," she muttered, startling the round-faced man standing next to her. Shyly she studied her shoes, feeling embarrassed for being caught talking to herself.

The man moved slightly away from Tamara. She allowed herself to study the back of the woman. 'She wasn't from Boston,' she reasoned, managing this time to keep her thoughts to herself.

Tamara felt the worry growing steadily inside of her as the woman remained on the elevator after each stop. 'No . . . no . . . no . . . it's not her,' she found herself arguing. 'Okay, get a grip. First, it's not her and even if it is, what are the chances that she's going to the fifteenth floor'

As the floors clicked past and passengers departed the elevator, Tamara could feel a tightness forming in her chest. What were the odds of bumping into a ghost from the past while en route to the most important job interview of her young life? Tamara tried to relax as she continually told herself it wasn't her. Around the tenth floor Tamara's mantra changed from 'It couldn't possibly be her' to 'It probably isn't her'.

As the passengers thinned out, the 'It probably isn't her' was quickly becoming 'Oh my God, please don't let it be her'. Tamara began to chew on her bottom lip as she tried to convince herself that the woman standing in front of her wasn't the one night stand from almost nine years ago that had ended very badly.

It was the blue jeans and the t-shirt that gave Tamara a ray of hope. It certainly hadn't been Julia's style. On her part the unknown woman absently studied a set of blue prints. The elevator continued on it's route as the tall figure in front of her quickly became an obsession. The elevator stopped again to let off another set of passengers, leaving the two women alone.

Tamara scanned the panel quickly. She swallowed hard as she realized that she and the mysterious woman were both heading for the same floor. 'No big deal, we're almost there,' Tamara reasoned as she suddenly smiled. Tamara realized that, for the first time in days, she felt relaxed about the impending job interview. "Ha," she snorted suddenly, realizing that she couldn't wait for the interview to start since it would get her away from the mystery woman.

The woman looked up slightly but didn't turn towards Tamara. The elevator came to a sudden halt. The lights flickered before going out. The emergency lights flashed on to cast a dim hue in the car. "Not again," the dark haired woman groaned in a hauntingly familiar voice. The woman opened the metal door that housed the emergency phone. "Hey . . . yup, between fourteen and fifteen," the woman said while her back was still turned to the agitated blonde. Tamara's emerald orbs almost bulged out of their sockets.

"I hope you weren't in a hurry," the woman commented as she turned towards Tamara for the first time.

"Damn it," Tamara muttered under her breath as she instantly recognized her traveling companion. 'Yup, it's the one night stand from Hell.'

"Who is it that you were going to see?" Julia asked in an overly casual manner as she unclipped the cell phone from her waistband.

Tamara just glared at her for a moment before she could answer. "I have an interview at Bancroft and Dunn,"

Tamara managed to say, unable to keep the icy tone out of her voice. 'Is it possible that she doesn't remember me?' The thought wore on her nerves. How could someone do what she did and then simply forget it?

"You're T.J. Mitchell?" Julia inquired pleasantly as she dialed a number on her cell.

"I'm in Hell," was the only thing that Tamara could manage to utter at that moment.

"Julia Bell," the woman introduced herself calmly as she offered her hand.

Tamara was unable to accept the offering. Julia seemed unaffected by Tamara's indifference. She simply withdrew her hand as if she had never made the gesture. "Hey, Kyle," she said pleasantly into the telephone. Julia smiled as she spoke while Tamara seriously considered bludgeoning herself to death with her portfolio. "Guess what?" Julia joked with the person on the other end. "You got it. . . . no . . . she's here with me," Julia explained. "Okay . . . I will . . . see you when we get sprung." Julia ended her call. "Kyle says to relax. He'll see you whenever we get out," Julia explained to the stony faced blonde.

The two stood there in awkward silence. Julia finally planted herself on the floor of the car and unrolled her blue prints. Tamara stood there fuming as she looked down at the woman.

"Does it usually take long?" Tamara spat out.

"Sometimes," Julia responded with a shrug.

"Peachy," Tamara groaned as she decided to take a seat at the opposite side of the car. She began to drum her fingers against her portfolio. As she sat there fuming over the uncomfortable situation she found herself in, she couldn't help but notice the occasional sideways glances she was receiving from Julia.

Finally Julia raised her head and looked directly at the small blonde. "So . . . ," Julia began with hesitation. "Tam . . . T.J," she quickly recovered, "is there anything I can tell you about our little firm?"

Tamara's eyes narrowed at the slip of the tongue. "I was wondering if you remembered me?" Tamara questioned her coldly.

"Of course I do," Julia answered honestly as her shoulders slumped slightly.

"Hmm," was the blonde's only response.

"I'm sorry," Julia offered as she swallowed hard. "I've waited a long time to tell you that."

"I see," Tamara responded, feeling her anger dissipate slightly. "And just what are you sorry for? Treating me like a prostitute, getting me fired, or outing me to the people I worked for?"

"Yes," Julia responded simply.

"That's it?" Tamara asked.

"It's all I can say," Julia answered truthfully. "I can't undo what I did. I can only tell you that there hasn't been a day that's passed that I haven't regretted my actions. I also want you to know that I'm not the same person I was then."

Tamara felt a pang in her heart, knowing deep down that the older woman was speaking the truth. The only question was if it really changed anything. Tamara didn't know and she wasn't certain that she wanted to know. Suddenly the lights flickered and the elevator sprang to life.

PART TWO

Two months later Tamara found herself working late at the offices of Bancroft Dunn. The fiasco in the elevator had almost caused her to turn down the job she wanted. Fortunately common sense won out. The firm was small and treated everyone as an equal. Julia turned out to be quite different from the woman she had met nine years ago. The Julia she found herself working with was kind, funny and very generous. Occasionally Tamara would find herself thinking back to that torrid night they had together in the back of the limo. But the end result of that night still haunted her. As a result, Tamara still didn't trust Julia; after all she had once done something very cruel. Tamara felt comfortable in the knowledge that she didn't need to deal or even speak with Julia if she didn't want to. She was just another architect in the small firm. Julia seemed to understand and stayed out of Tamara's way.

Tamara enjoyed the laid back atmosphere and how everyone helped out no matter who's name ended up on the final draft. So there she was working on her latest restoration project; it what she loved to do and it was what she did best. Everyone else had left for the day with one tall dark notable exception. They worked in silence at their separate drafting tables.

Tamara looked over, feeling slightly guilty as she studied the beautiful older woman. A slight blush crept over her face as she recalled the both of them naked in the back of the limo. She had been sitting on Julia's lap as the taller woman touched her everywhere. She found herself licking her lips as she recalled how good it felt.

"Penny for your thoughts." Julia yawned as she stretched her arms over her head, the movement causing her breasts to arch slightly. Tamara's eyes grew wide as her blush deepened.

"It's late I should be going," Tamara blurted out as she jumped from her stool and began to gather up her belongings.

"Hold on. I'll walk out with you," Julia called out as Tamara raced towards the elevator. Tamara didn't fully understand why she felt a sudden need to bolt. Over the past few months she found herself wrapped up in a bad case of lust if not something deeper.

"Tamara, wait," Julia called out as Tamara stepped into the elevator. Julia halted the door and stepped quickly inside; she fumbled as she tried to stop the doors from closing. "Rats!" she growled as the doors closed behind her.

"What is it?" Tamara questioned her in confusion.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to take the elevator at this hour?" Julia asked her in an exasperated tone.

"No." Tamara shook her head, not understanding what was going on.

"It will probably be okay," Julia reasoned while she chewed nervously on her bottom lip.

"Julia?" Tamara's tone grew tense as the ancient elevator came to a sudden halt. The lights flickered as the car plunged into darkness for a moment. The emergency lights came on providing little improvement. Tamara reached for the emergency telephone.

"Don't bother," Julia sighed deeply as she slumped onto the floor.

Tamara ignored Julia's instructions as she listened to the unanswered ring. Frustrated she jiggled the button praying for someone to pick up.

"There's no one there to answer," Julia explained as she stretched out her long legs and crossed them at the ankles.

"What?" Tamara choked out.

"That's why you shouldn't take the elevator after eight at night," Julia offered in an apologetic tone. "There won't be anyone to come and fix it until the morning."

"Excuse me?" Tamara couldn't believe what she had just heard. "We could call the fire department or someone else on one of our cells," Tamara reasoned.

Julia smiled at the idea and gave the blonde the thumbs-up. Tamara knelt down, rummaged through her bag, and pulled out her phone. She flipped open the phone and turned it on. It beeped several times but refused to come to life. "I forgot to charge it," Tamara admitted shyly as she tossed the phone back into her bag.

Julia simply chuckled as she reached for her own phone on her waistband. The smile she was sporting quickly vanished when she found nothing there.

"Where is it?" Tamara's voice squeaked.

"I . . . Uhm . . . ," Julia stammered. "I must have left it on my drafting table. I didn't grab any of my stuff. I just raced after you."

Tamara stared at her in disbelief. "This is not happening," Tamara protested suddenly. "We . . . are . . . stuck in . . . here . . . ," she stammered as she continued to stare.

"I'm sorry," Julia apologized. "It doesn't happen very often. But after the first couple of times, everyone knew to take the stairs if they were forced to work late."

"Someone should have told me," Tamara responded weakly as she slumped onto the floor next to Julia.

"I think maintenance will be back around six a.m.," Julia said, trying to sound positive.

"Oh goody." Tamara chuckled. She peeked at her watch, barely able to make out the time in the dimly lit car. "Let's see, that's another seven hours and thirty eight minutes. You wouldn't happen to have a deck of cards would you?" Tamara teased as she finally accepted their fate.

Julia laughed and shook her head in the negative. "What about you?" she inquired.

"Nope," Tamara confessed. "I've got work and a stick of gum."

"Really?" Julia inquired as her stomach rumbled. "Wanna wrestle for it?"

"You can have it, sport," Tamara offered as she patted Julia's complaining stomach.

PART THREE

Tamara felt Julia's stomach quiver slightly from her touch. Their eyes locked as Tamara felt her hand begin to move on its own. Leaning in towards the other woman, Tamara could feel the heat radiating from Julia. Without hesitation she found herself capturing Julia's soft lips. Surprised by her action, she pulled back quickly. She looked at Julia's features and tried to understand what was happening between them.

She found herself smiling as caught the look of desire clearly written across Julia's features. There was something else there, too. There was a warmth, a softness that hadn't been there nine years ago. Somehow this time was different. Tamara couldn't fight the wave of emotion that was coursing through her veins; she simply surrendered. Bending her head once again, she reclaimed the soft lips.

This time the heat was far to great to control. Her tongue reached out to part Julia's lips. Tamara could feel the fire building as Julia granted her entrance. Tamara explored Julia's mouth with enthusiasm as her hands began a gentle exploration of Julia's back. She could hear the Julia's sweet murmurs as she kissed her harder.

Tamara broke the kiss as the need for air finally won out. "Are you certain that we're trapped here all night?" Tamara whispered huskily into Julia's ear as her tongue traced a delicate patch along the ear lobe and down to her neck.

"Yes," Julia groaned in response.

"Good," Tamara whispered hotly as she tugged Julia's shirt out of her jeans. Tamara smiled as she lifted the shirt over her head. She knew that the older woman was completely willing to give up control. The blonde straddled Julia's lap as her hands ran smoothly over the soft cotton material of Julia's bra.

She took her time and gently grasped Julia's breasts as the taller woman cupped her backside. Tamara sighed happily as she felt two nipples hardening under her gentle touch. Tamara paused briefly to remove her own shirt and bra before returning her attention to the beautiful woman beneath her. Leaning forward her fingers blazed a slow torturous trail from Julia's shoulders to her back. Her thumb and forefinger snapped open the clasp of the bra.

Julia laughed sensually, admiring the younger woman's skill. Tamara smiled sweetly as she removed the bra from Julia's tanned body. Allowing herself to admire the two perfect rose-colored nipples, she felt Julia's strong fingers cup her breasts.

Tamara inhaled sharply as she felt her own nipples harden. In a swift gentle motion, Tamara captured Julia's wrists. With a sensual gaze she guided the older woman's hands away from her body. She leaned in and gently brushed Julia's sweet lips. It was a quick kiss which was filled with promise. Tamara then kissed Julia's cheek and began working her way down her neck.

Tamara traced a trail with her tongue even further down, dipping into ample cleavage. She maintained her hold on Julia's wrists as her mouth tasted delicate skin. Julia murmured as Tamara's mouth continued its ministrations until it's goal was reached. Her tongue swirled out to tease one nipple until Julia gasped; her body pressed closer to Tamara. "Please," Julia pleaded as Tamara moved her attention to the other nipple.

Tamara pulled away slightly releasing her hold on Julia's wrists. She held Julia's fiery gaze as she slowly stood. Still maintaining eye contact with Julia, the blonde slowly unbuttoned her Levi's. Tamara smiled as she watched Julia swallow deeply. She slowly lowered the zipper of her jeans. The dampness grew as she slid the denim down her thighs.

She watched Julia's breathing speed up as Julia's hands grasped the denim. Julia tugged hurriedly on Tamara's jeans, pulling them down to the blonde's ankles. Tamara smiled as she stepped back to allow Julia to pull herself up into a kneeling position. Tamara ran her fingers through Julia's raven tresses. Julia kissed gentle circles along Tamara's taut abs.

Tamara moaned as she felt Julia's fingers pressing against the damp cotton material of her underwear. Julia's azure eyes looked up at her. Tamara thought she would explode from the look of sheer desire clearly displayed in those eyes. Julia moved her hands to the elastic band of Tamara's panties. She teased Tamara by slowly lowering them down the blonde's firm thighs.

Tamara clasped the back of Julia's head as she guided her to her wetness. She opened her legs as far as she could while still restrained by the pants pooled around her ankles. She shivered as Julia's tongue ran quickly across her swollen lips. Tamara could feel Julia's breath caressing her golden curls. She guided Julia further into her. "Yes," Tamara gasped as she felt Julia's fingers spreading her open.

The taller woman's tongue began a sweet swirling exploration, tasting Tamara deeply. Tamara pressed against the back of Julia's head demanding more. Tamara growled as she felt Julia's tongue teasing her opening. "Ugh," Tamara panted while pressing Julia closer. She felt her knees tremble as Julia's tongue entered her, slowly at first. Tamara's hips rocked as Julia plunged deeper inside of her with one hand clasping her backside roughly.

Tamara's heart and body were ready to explode as Julia's tongue moved to her throbbing clit and began to suckle her. Tamara rocked harder as she felt two fingers plunge into her core. Julia's tongue flicked in a steady rhythm as her fingers matched it's pace. "Yeessss . . . harder, Baby," Tamara begged as she felt her body trembling.

Her hips pounded out a furious pace as Julia took her harder. She felt her head spinning as she came, pressing Julia's face deeper into her. Julia kept teasing her, tasting everything Tamara had to offer. Tamara cried out once again. Feeling her legs give out, she found herself dropping to the floor. Julia quickly wrapped the smaller woman up in her arms.

Tamara held Julia as she began to kiss her furiously. Rolling the taller woman onto her back, she tried to slip her thigh between Julia's legs. Growling in frustration she pulled away. She reached down and quickly removed her shoes and pants while Julia did the same.

Finally freed from their clothing, the two women quickly wrapped themselves up in one another's arms. Tamara pressed Julia down onto the worn carpeted floor of the elevator and slid her thigh between Julia's legs. Her body responded to the wetness she discovered. They began to rock in a wild rhythm. Tamara's thigh pushed Julia's legs open wider as she reached down.

Her hand blazed a trail down towards the dark curls eagerly awaiting her. She felt Julia's fingers blazing their own trail as the two women found themselves locked in a passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together as they entered each other, moving together as if they were one. Fingers probed and pumped wildly as their bodies became covered in a sheen of sweat.

They arched in unison as they exploded together. Collapsing into a heap, they lay there on the floor of the elevator barely able to breath. Holding onto each other they began to kiss gently as their hands renewed their exploration.

Neither was aware of how long they explored each other or just when they drifted off to sleep. They woke when bright lights flooded the elevator car. The two women bolted up, frantically searching for their discarded clothing.

"Shit," Tamara muttered as she pulled on pants. "What time is it?" she asked as they continued to don their clothing.

"Seven thirty," Julia squeaked as they felt the elevator begin to move.

They managed to get dressed and to look somewhat normal. "Tamara?" Julia said in a shy tone as they stood waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby.

"Yeah?" Tamara stammered as she rechecked her clothing.

"Do you think I could take you out to dinner tonight?" Julia asked with a slight blush.

"Really?" Tamara smiled at the thought.

"Yes, really." Julia laughed lightly. "I would like to take you out on a date. I'm not the same woman who hurt you so long ago."

"I know that," Tamara reassured her. "I think you're right. A real date sounds nice. We can talk and get to know each other."

"Thanks," Julia said barely above a whisper.

"Julia?" Tamara asked as the elevator doors opened in the lobby of the building.

"Yes?"

"Can we still sleep together if we want to?" Tamara smirked at her.

"Oh, yeah," Julia concurred. "But next time let's try a bed for a change."

Tamara laughed as she took Julia's hand and led her out of the elevator.

THE END

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Tamara's Turn

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