Overview

All I wanted to do was talk to her some more. Look at her. Long for her.

The moment Shamika walks into Laura’s office to water her ficus plant, Laura is smitten. Laura knows she wants to work on her jutting young breasts and ghetto booty.

But Shamika is there for work, so Laura contents herself with the view of Shamika’s behind while she waters the plant. But watering a single office plant is over in seconds so Shamika leaves Laura panting with lust.

Laura goes in the office every Saturday even when she doesn’t need to in the hopes of seeing Shamika again and eventually bedding her. But Shamika doesn’t water Laura’s ficus for weeks.

One Wednesday morning, Shamika pops in to water Laura’s plant and feeds the latter’s lust. Shamika pops in for a second time to ask Laura, “Do you . . . know anything about algebra?” Laura knows about algebra as much as she knows about rocket science but she says, “I…do!”

After work, the young Shamika takes Laura home for some algebra tutorials. But the horny Laura has more than algebra in mind.

*hot lesbian erotica for mature audiences

Sample 1:

“Hi,” Laura said when the girl looked up for a moment and glanced over at her. “I’m Laura.”

“Hi.” Bashful. Quickly back to watering, turning her head away, no eye contact.

She’s probably trained to do that, Laura realized. Don’t disturb the office occupants. Just quietly water the plants and leave. “And your name is . . . ?” Laura prompted gently.

The girl looked back at her and smiled bashfully again. “Shamika.”

“What a beautiful name.”

“Thank you.”

“Shamika . . . you look too young to be working already. Shouldn’t you be home doing your school work?” Laura tried hard to sound casual, though she was really just trying to keep the ball rolling.

Shamika again grinned bashfully. “My aunt owns the business. She lets me work on Saturdays to make a little money.”

Laura immediately realized that Shamika’s aunt was probably the other part of this team, and was no doubt watering the plants in the offices on the opposite side of the suite. That would explain the girl’s nervousness. Don’t disturb the office occupants. Shamika was about to leave, and Laura didn’t know how to make her stay. There was only one plant, and it was already watered.

Sample 2:

Still, she would go into work on Saturday mornings now, even if she did not have to, in hopes of seeing Shamika. Two Saturday mornings in a row she sat in her office trying to seem busy, or completing tasks that could well wait until Monday. Shamika did not appear. On the first Saturday, no one at all appeared to water the ficus. Laura watered it herself, before leaving. On the second Saturday, a young black man named Marcus appeared to water it. Laura was too embarrassed to ask where Shamika might be. The appearance of Marcus, though, was enough to cause her a mild depression. Shamika might never return.

Oh well, she thought. It wasn’t as if she had no bed partners.

And then, on a Wednesday afternoon, Shamika suddenly appeared in her office, carrying the big green plastic watering can with the long spout. “Well . . . look who’s here,” Laura smiled brightly at her. “Hello, stranger. I mean, Shamika.”

Sample 3:

Shamika stood in the doorway. “Do you . . . know anything about algebra?”

“Gosh . . . I guess I . . . do.” She certainly wasn’t going to say no. She knew about as much about algebra as she did about quantum mechanics or how to compose a symphony. “It’s . . . been a long time, but I . . . think I still know a little. Why?”

She noticed for the first time that Shamika had an enchanting sexy little separation between her two upper front teeth, the kind of thing that always made Laura want to christen it with a ravenous kiss. Shamika grew shy again. “I need help with my homework. I was just wondering if . . . you know, like after work . . . a few minutes . . .”