Payal is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that her 57 pounds are not skinny. She wears her slight deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pant suits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her early thirties, she will celebrate her forty-first birthday this coming December.

Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to freeze and boil uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes.

Normally she separates her business and private life very strictly, but then she discovered -- Riya. At 26, Riya had worked her way "up the corporate ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her own ability. Payal discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant to the CEO.

She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the most thorough reports of anyone Payal has worked with. Riya is of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her long blonde straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Payal, going in for earth-colored skirts with pastel blouses. She loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on her small, well-formed feet.

She has large, well-proportioned breasts, which carry well on her larger-boned frame. Though she is self-conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-clad "stems" as she climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist in an eye-pleasing way, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking lot.

Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her youthful face already shows signs of "worry lines." She is subject to stomach cramps and, somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Payal, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to the younger one.

For her own part, Riya thinks the world of Payal. She wonders at how Payal always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the older sister that she never had.

Two months ago, Payal invited Riya to a restaurant for dinner after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the edge of their employer-employee relationship, began to become friends. They have been out to dinner together several times since. After their last dinner and a few drinks, Payal suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be more comfortable.
Riya agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and were greeted by the doorman.

"Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin." he said, as he pressed the elevator button.

"Hello, Kesav."

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Payal's large, but not ostentatious, apartment. Riya looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and said, "I love your place."

"Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?"

"Yes."

Riya was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra.

"Well, go ahead," Payal invited her as she put away Riya's jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home. What will you drink?" "Um, seven and seven."

Payal crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft music, and began making drinks while Riya looked around. The older woman brought up two glasses as the blonde peeked through the open bedroom door.

"Here y'are. Cheers."

"Um. Good. Oh, what a big, beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Payal."

"Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss?
We're friends."

"Sure, Payal." Riya was not willing to tell Payal that her nearness was the real reason for her nervousness.

"Tell me some more about yourself, Riya. Do you have brothers or sisters?"

"No. My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I." "That must have been difficult."

"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any "me against them," or anything. They even saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to business college. You know, though, I always wanted to have a sister. How about you, Payal? Do you have a sister?"

"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to.

"We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly about boys, then. My brothers weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me."

The younger woman drained her glass.

"Another?"

"Uh, yes, thanks."

The brunette got up and walked to the bar.

"Payal?"

"Yes?"

"Let's be sisters."

"What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other."

"And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk about as kids."

"We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!"

They giggled over pulling the cork, Payal holding the bottle between her legs, and Riya stroking the neck of the bottle.

"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Riya laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Payal, finding the brunette unaccountably attractive. "What's going on with me?" she thought.
Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured. They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new "sisterhood".

"But no favors at work," Riya said after a moment. "I wanna make it on my own." The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.

"Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me better."

They drank in silence for a while.

To herself Riya thought, "I was never attracted to another woman before. Should I tell her?"

"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as the brunette refilled the glasses.

"What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think so, too. I've watched them look at you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet."

"He watches your bottom, too," Riya giggled.

"He's good looking, isn't he?"

"Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He's got great buns, doesn't he?" Riya was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close friendship making her feel very comfortable.

"Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes, watching his tight little cheeks."
They sipped some more. A warm, cozy feeling was creeping up Riya's insides. Her secret attraction to Payal, and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also attracted, was taking a toll.

"You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, er, in bed," she blurted.

"Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet." They laughed.
They sipped a while in silence.

"Do you have a man in your life now, Riya?"
She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash and insensitive, and hadn't formed any lasting attachments. Besides, though she would like a warm, nurturing relationship and fulfilling sex, she would rather not give up her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry. She is convinced that living with someone would present the same problems as marriage.

"No, not right now. You?"

"Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was special. He was one of the few who didn't mind my being 'Ms. President' and who - well, he was exciting, but... no good."

Payal is very selective about those she allows to participate in her private "rites", and is fiercely loyal to her men - until they prove themselves "unworthy" of her, when she drops them, often on their heads. She is willing to try anything once to see if she likes it--and she often does.

"Payal? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another woman?"

"Wrong? No, of course not."

"Would that make her a lesbian?"

"No, not unless she preferred women to men all the time." Payal replied, "Why?"

"Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a thrill up her belly.

"No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button. Meanwhile, Payal sipped more champagne and wondered about Riya's question - and wondered at her own attraction to the voluptuous blonde. She got up, walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them.
Riya's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her now-swollen nether lips hungry for contact. She spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud growing in its pink nest. Her fingers played in the patch of gently curled hair which barely covered her full woman's lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her delicate inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and her hot little nubbin moved up and down in its caressing nest.

Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the silky pantyhose and soft, white cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her insides. She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to satisfy her agonizing need. Then she began to walk the fingers around inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and warm pulses through her belly.