The Accident

That's when I saw her!

She was an older woman. I guessed about fifty. She had on maroon scrubs. She wore her salt and pepper hair cut half short and brushed back on both sides. A practical cut for medical personnel. She wore a string of pearls around her neck, a push back in the direction of feminine beauty I figured. She had a cloth head piece on too. So, a surgeon or a surgical nurse. She had wide hips, a big round ass and a pair of big breasts that strained the fabric of her uniform top.

Thing is that her aura was more yellow than red, though there was a red pinkish tinge. Probably bi-curious and on the edge of gay without going over. Leaning towards females as sexual partners, but perhaps not committed.

I wondered if she ever even acted on her feelings. She just wasn't flaming gay. Not the burning red kind.

It took only a moment's more self-examination to understand.

Her and myself.

She might check me out, but probably would not act on it.

On the other hand, I found that I wanted her.

I concentrated and let the thought enter my head. My clitoris throbbed involuntarily.

I wanted her badly almost instantly. Whatever the hell was going on with me?

I had crossed some kind of invisible line inside my body and my brain.

I shifted from fantasy to action.

My feet just moved. As if of their own volition.

I turned and followed her. She went through this door marked 'staff only.' I made it through the door before it swung shut. There was a corridor there with multiple doors off each side. She went to the end and into a door. I glanced to the sides. Office spaces. Small and utilitarian. Mostly empty. The nameplates identified them as belonging to a couple doctors and some leadership nurse figures. I arrived at hers. It said 'Silvia Grimes -- Head Nurse -- Emergency Room.

She was by her desk. She had a locker open and I could see a dress hanging in there. She had pulled off her headgear and tossed it on the shelf. Her shift was obviously over. She was going to change. I stepped in and closed the door, flipping the lock on it behind my back.

At the door's closing click she turned and looked at me. I was wearing a robe over my hospital gown, but I unknotted the robe, pulled it off and tossed it onto a visitor chair as she looked at me curiously. I was left in just a hospital gown. The kind with two ties at the back. I could feel a breeze on my bare thighs and was almost certain you could look at the crack of my ass if you were behind me.

She could not help herself. I suspect that the light was pouring through my hospital gown at that point had my body outlined. She could almost certainly see my rock-hard nipples poking out. I suspected that my bush area was probably faintly visible through the thin cotton and panties beneath.

She was now facing me. I am instantly sure that she would have been mortified to know that I clearly saw her eyes flash first over my face, then down my body, and finally flick onward after seeing my distended nips. Her eyes ended up hesitating far too long on my pussy area for a fully straight woman.

She was a pro though. She kept her head though her aura now had blazed brightly yellow with a red tinge.

"Yes, Miss? She asked. "How can I help you?"

I smiled straight at her. Her eyes shifted. They were now pink hued. She had liked what she had seen of me. The long concealed lesbian side of her had fired up her aura and she was thinking hard about my body while struggling not to stare at it.

Her middle-aged professional persona could never acknowledge all this though. I had the white wristband and the gown. I was clearly a patient. Professional demeanor would deny her seeing a patient as an object of sexual attraction.

Unless I acted fast. Something clicked in my head.

I would have to lead. She could not.

I accepted it in an instant and stepped forward.

"Silvia?" I made it a question. "Silvia Grimes?" I repeated her office nameplate.

She looked surprised.

"Do we know...?"

I stepped forward again. Standing right in front of her now. She had nowhere to go. No space to back up. Her eyes were worried. Eyebrows up and then pulled together. The way you do when your personal space is unexpectedly invaded.

No time for hesitation. Things were happening fast. I was committed.

I reached out, ran my arms around her and hugged her to me. I think she hugged back in surprise the way women tend to. Trying to avoid an embarrassing social situation created by not returning it. She did not clench me back hard though. She did not know me. She was worried.

I kept my arms around her, but leaned my neck back. I was two inches taller than her. I could feel the soft pillows of her big breasts pushing into the underside of mine.

I smiled down at her.

"I am Alice Dupree. You are going to be mine." I said softly, lovingly...tenderly.

I have no idea where that came from, it was just natural.

She didn't really understand it either.

I felt her tense really hard then. The crazy response we all use when someone breaks a social convention and we suspect them of being not wound too tight. On the other hand, her yellow-red eyes were taking in every inch of my face. There was a counterpoint there to her immediate response.

"I think that you've..." She began reasonably. I lifted my hands and put them on each side of her face, held her head, leaned in and kissed her fully on the mouth as I had been dying to do.

She 'mmppphed' as I enfolded her lips with mine.

There was a moment. Just a few seconds. Where I felt her lips respond. Writhing across mine. Then she realized what she was doing. With a woman. With a strange woman! In her office. I could almost feel that though she and these thoughts about other women. Fantasies. Desires. That she had never dived into them physically I concluded in an instant.

She tore her lips free from mine and I smiled. I had her number.

Still, this was going to be up to me. I was still the lead.

I put my hands down in a flash and grasped each side of the hem of her scrubs top and yanked upward. She gasped and cried out, moving her arms too late to counteract what I was doing as I rolled the top up and over her head. For some reason she raised her hands, I think to try and pull it back down. Failing to get a grip, she lowered her hands which is what I was waiting for and I pulled the material of her top down her arms behind her back until her arms were half pinned back there encased in the material of the top.

Using the cloth as leverage I abruptly turned her and saw her hands hanging of the sleeve ends while her arms thrashed about inside the cloth. She kept widening her elbows to try and raise her arms so she could pull the top off or pull it back on which all worked against her since the tangle of cloth just above her elbows would go taut and prevent her raising her arms higher behind her. I got the wrist of each sleeve and pulled them down over the hands, burying her hands and fingers inside material too. Then I pulled the sleeves further and a wicked thought took hold.

I crossed the sleeve material over each other, around her wrists, then tied a half hitch. Then in a flash I tied another and her wrists were suddenly bound behind her with the material of her own sleeves. Her fingers, that she might use to untie the knots were buried in the material.

"What are you...!" She exclaimed in alarm.

As fast as possible I reached up and flipped loose the three hooks that held shut her plain white professional's brassiere undone and the sheer weight of her boobs straining the material basically snapped the elastic under her arms and out of sight.

She gasped.

"Oh!" She cried out and yanked on her bound wrists. "Please! Stop! Let me go!" She demanded.

I spun her to face me.

I smiled into her face. Her big breasts were hanging down and swaying, her bra hanging by the shoulder straps and lying across the top of them. My loins flooded with heat at the sight of her areoles.

"You look beautiful." I said softly.

She looking into my eyes and their glow turning slightly red from its previous yellow I could tell something about what was going through her mind. We held each other's gaze for a few seconds, but then her 'not-yet-acknowledging-my lesbian-instincts' part combined with her medical professional side and she remembered I had just tied her up and she swayed side to side, tugging on her bound wrists again and the tangle of material the encased her elbows behind her stopping her from fending me off with her hands.

"Untie me!" She demanded breathing hard now and gathering her courage to look back firmly at me. Trying to mentally dominate me enough to get rid of me.

Clearly, I was not only leading, but totally in charge of this seduction. My tying her up had not just surprised her, but me as well. Considering it was already a massive reach since I had not had a lesbian thought in my head prior to last night, I had to gather my own emotions and hold my own now raging feelings somewhat in check. Somehow her light bondage combined with the sight of her writhing around, her shifting of her body about and her big breasts rolling side to side while trying to escape her bondage only got me hotter.

My hormones were racing full bore now. I was on fire. I didn't just want her. I needed to have her.

I pressed against her, crowding her back against the wall and with a feeling of trepidation stemming from my new emotional state, I reached a slightly trembling hand up. I caressed the underside of that right breast. Ran my fingers over the flesh softly. It gave me a thrill that stabbed right into my core and made me wet, I hefted its warmth and was delightedly surprised by its great weight. The feel of another woman's breast in my hand for the first time was an incredible revelation. Just the size of the thing was a shock. Oddly, I thought the nipple was rather modest considering how large the mass was behind it. The nipple was erect though. I brushed my fingertips across it ever so gently. Then again. Just brushes. Then again. It was erotic as hell for me.

I think her too. She gasped each time I did it and stopped pulling on her bound hands to stare down at what I was doing.

I lifted her other breast ever so gently. Hefting it.

I found her staring intently down at my hands and her betraying nipples that now stuck out hard and erect. Each time I touched them caused her inhale sharply.

She looked up into my face with tragedy written all over it. Creases across her forehead, lines between her eyebrows, her eyeballs soft and liquid and her mouth hanging open just a bit. Astonishment I think finally settling into her brain that another woman had tied her up and was playing with her. Fright too. She was in her office in her place of work. Being molested by another woman.

I snaked my arms around her upper body and clung to her, loving the feel of my smaller breasts rubbing across the smoothness of her mounds.

Then I kissed her again.

It went on... and on. That kiss.

Both of us were breathing harder and harder through our noses.

I put my fingertips on her belly and began to inch them lower. She whimpered in the back of her throat, muffled by our lips pressed together. Lower. Lower. She was panting through her nose now. She groaned and my fingers reached the waistband of her scrub pants. I hooked a thumb and pushed one hip down. She whimpered, but kept kissing. I switched hands and pushed down on the opposite side of her pants and panties, shoving them down. She whined, broke the kiss and stared at me like a deer in the headlights.

"No... I can't!" She said tragically. She glanced at the door desperately. "Someone might..."

I put a hand on each side of her pants and underwear bundle now resting about halfway down her pubic patch.

"You bloody well can!" I said and emphatically shoved her pants and knickers to her knees.

"Huhhhh!" She said in protesting startlement, staring down again in disbelief at how naked she was now.

I stood. I reached behind my back and untied one of the bows holding my gown in place. I reached over my shoulder and untied the second and shrugging my shoulders my gown slid off my arms to puddle on the floor. I stood in front of her mother naked except for those sad hospital panties that wanted to fall off, the elastic barely hooked on the top of my pubic nest the only thing stopping them. This whole lesbian thing was really taking hold of in my head now. Stripping in front of my helpless little tied up victim was totally making me hot. I was half panting. I reached a hand forward towards that enticing mons of hers behind its nest of tangled hair.

"No!" She breathed frantically. Shaking her head. Trying to back up. Her knees against the furniture stopping her.

I looked at her face.

She nudged her chin.

"The door! Lock the door." She said desperately.

So not worried about a now naked woman touching her labia then. Just wanted to make sure no one come in and saw her standing there in flagrante delicto. Maybe worried a bit that she was finding she was into bondage... or worried others would see it too.

I smiled.

"Already did it." I stepped forward and put my hand of the first pussy other than my own I had ever felt. Her gasp was worth all the buildup. I bent my finger in ever so slowly and gently and I was mildly surprised to realize it pressed her lips aside without trouble and I felt slickness within. She was wet!

We were both breathing hard by then. I gripped her with one arm and began to pull moisture up to frig her clit with my hand on the other.

I would see her wrestling with her own feelings. Stripped, bound and being played with by a member of her own sex was, I am sure, the last thing she had expected to happen today. On the other hand, her yellow aura was putting paid to any protests she could make. She had started a clear bi-sexual yellow. It went pink as my finger flicked her clitoris, and rubbed it in circles occasionally. She was breathing through her nose faster and faster and writhing her upper body around spastically to tug on her bound wrists. The reddish tinge to her aura was getting more blood colored by the second as her breathing became erratic.

I crushed my lip to hers again for a minute and I could feel her hesitate and then melt into the kiss.

I broke us apart and used my hand to shove my own panties down and off hurriedly. They were an ill-fitting hospital pair that came with the gown and slid down my legs on their own freely. I shoved my hand back between her legs and then worked my hips forward to shove her too. It made her sit on top of a file cabinet that behind her. She gave up her pretenses or reluctance by spreading her legs wider to give me access to her vulva. I lifted my hand again and hefting my left breast I pressed it against her lips. She stared at it and then at me and slowly opened her mouth while simultaneously licking her lips.

I groaned as she sucked my breast into her mouth. Feeling her rotate her tongue around my nipple and I grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her face to my chest, holding her there. Making her.

Liquid squelches were rising from where my hand cupped her mons and where my middle finger was working in and out of her.

She moaned about her breast gag and I increased my rate of manipulation between her labia. Her hips were pumping front to back in response.

She was sucking away on my tit and moaning.

A series of 'ummm' 'ummm''mmmh,'

I am certain it turned both of us on.

I think a lot of fantasies were coming true inside her head. She sucked almost desperately, moaning quietly. Her legs were stretched wide to give me access to her privates. I pushed my middle finger into her, thrusting in and out while I carefully cupped her clitoris in my palm, shifting the hand lightly side to side so that my epidermis brushed her hard fat clitoris ever so lightly. Every few seconds I would thrust me finger into her harder and then slap her clit with the air cupped in my palm. After a couple minutes I used my hand fully, thumping against her clit wile fingering her labia and vagina in circles.

It worked for her. She was humping forward shamelessly. Groaning now. Wanting this. Reluctance thrown away and leaving her with her desire exposed. She had shifted past whatever straight gears she had harbored. Her aura went bright red now and she moaned and then slammed her hips and pussy into my hand.

She came then, writhing her shoulders side to side and tugging at her bound wrists behind her while gobbling on my own breast shoved in her mouth. She would have shrieked but for my boob and her orgasm brought her only a muffled cry as she tried to throw herself off the filing cabinet, bouncing on her buttocks so violent was the orgasm, but I had leaned in and my weight held her onto it while my arms were wrapped around her so that I ended up riding her through it.

We both kind of collapsed at the end.

The experience was overwhelming for both of us.

For her because she was experiencing what had clearly been a long series of fantasies she had little to no actual experience with. Kissing a woman. Seeing a woman strip in front of her. Being made to suck on another woman's breast. Being tied up by a woman. Being made to come by a woman.

For me, because I have never had any serious lesbian thoughts until last night. Today I had put another woman into bondage, seduced her and then gagged her with my breast while I held her helpless in my arms, felling her thighs and knees bump and rub my own vulva almost bringing me to orgasm as she wriggled and writhed through her own cum.

I let go of her.

She collapsed like a rag doll and leaned back against the wall with her eyes closed, panting.

I smiled down at her. Later, her eyes flickered open and she stared at me. I grinned back.

"You needed that; I think."

She just kept breathing like a bellows. Staring. Overwhelmed. Searching I think for some thing to say.

I did not wait. I knelt, seized her pant legs. I think she thought I was pulling them off her. I only pulled them half off and then in a quick moved used the long material of the legs of her pants to tie her ankles together. Her panties further tangled into the resulting mass of material. She was hobbled. Naked her big breasts moving whenever her torso shifted.

I stood. She stared stupidly at her now bound ankles then looked at me.

"What did you do that for?" She asked in this confused damsel in distress voice.

I didn't answer directly. Instead, I put my hands into her armpits and tugged upward.

"Stand up." I said.

She half shook her head in denial...but did respond and stood.

I felt an electric thrill as she leaned forward and I felt the nipples on those big breasts drag up my belly and end up pushing into mine when she reached her feet to stand in front of me. She was very aware of her big nipple pushing against my own. She stood there. Helpless and nude. Pressing against another woman's body. She was blushing red in embarrassment.

I put my hands on her shoulders walked around her. She had to shuffle her feet, tied together as they were with her own pant legs to keep facing me. Eventually it was I who had my back to the file cabinet. I pushed forcefully down on both her shoulders. She got this tragic look on her face, shaking her head side to side a few times, but I kept pressing downward. I shifted my hands to her upper arms and steadied her as she surrendered and bent her knees. She had to lean against me heavily as I braced her let her go to her knees with her face pressed to my belly. She widened her knee stance, crossing her ankles to allow it. She looked up.

I almost orgasmed just standing there. Looking down at her. This fifty something woman. A medical professional. Never been with a woman before. Kneeling there, looking up at me. Her face twisted up in a combination of fear and lust combined. Breathing swiftly. Raising and lowering that fat breasts that hung down and forward. Her hard brown nipples advertising her inner excitement. Her round belly and tuft of untrimmed pubic hair standing out, begging for attention. Tied kneeling at my feet. My helpless plaything.