After giving Ruth half an hour to stop trembling, I dressed her in tennis shoes
and a trench coat -- nothing else -- and sent her out shopping. I gave her a list
of a few things I might need, and some goodies, but I really wanted to get her
out of the way for an hour.

When she was gone, I quickly searched her townhouse from top to bottom, finding
some things of interest. I could have asked Ruth about any secrets she had
hidden, but wasn't sure she would reveal everything. Also, it was fun going
through her stuff. There was a pile of magazines in her nightstand, consisting
mostly of "women's" magazines -- full of those suggestive ads featuring
half-naked couples and trios.

She had some sexy lingerie I was pretty sure never got worn to work, the bras
were 36Ds, and I found the answering machine tape of her date-rape. I put that
back for later. I wanted to watch her masturbate while listening to that one.

The big prize, though, was Ruth's journal, a simple bound book with lined pages
hidden in her underwear drawer. Actually, there were five books, the first two
covering the years she was in college. Those were pretty boring. She didn't even
mention her boyfriend's penchant for fully clothed "sex." The later journals
gradually became more revealing, and the fifth one approached complete honesty.

Among other things, she described how and why she'd gotten me downsized, and
revealed a romantic and sexual interest in me that dated back to our first
meeting three years before. She recorded a vague sexual fantasy about being
a"slave." That was interesting news. And her fifth journal also revealed a
growing sexual attraction to ... another woman.

The other woman was Denise A-----, a supervisor in another department of my old
company. Denise's position was roughly equal to Ruth's, but generally required
more hands-on supervision. Her department was on the same floor as Ruth's, but
the opposite side of the building. They encountered each other occasionally in
meetings, the elevator or the second-floor cafeteria.

It seems Ruth had always thought Denise attractive, but didn't start to think of
her sexually until she witnessed an incident six months before. Ruth had come
upon Denise in a bathroom, fiercely browbeating one of her staff for missing a
deadline. While Ruth stood there unnoticed, Denise angrily reduced her staff
member to tears. Then, turning, Denise almost collided with Ruth before giving
her an angry glare and striding out of the bathroom.

Helping Denise's sobbing staffer calm down and clean herself up, Ruth was puzzled
to notice that her nipples were hard and sensitive against the soft fabric of her
bra, and her crotch was warm beneath her panty hose and conservative skirt. That
night she masturbated all the way to orgasm, visualizing Denise's flushed face
and modest cleavage only inches from her own in the bathroom.

Ruth began to take more notice of Denise, studying her furtively whenever they
passed in the halls or shared an elevator. She wrote that Denise was built like a
dancer, with B-cup breasts and a slender 5-feet-8 frame. But she gave no
impression of being skinny because her buttocks, thighs and arms were rounded and
muscular.

Where Ruth's hair was shoulder length and a wavy, dark brunette, Denise's was
pure black, straight and cut stylishly short. Where Ruth's complexion was a light
olive, Denise's skin was milky pale. Ruth wore businesslike suits, while Denise
wore attention-getting fashions.

Ruth became more and more fascinated, recording exact details about Denise in her
journal. Discovering that Denise worked out regularly at the downtown YMCA, Ruth
changed her schedule to work out at the same time. That led to several occasions
Ruth described when she saw Denise changing clothes. She caught glimpses of the
smaller woman's breasts and panty-covered ass. But to Ruth's disappointment,
Denise apparently showered at home. Ruth never got a clear look at her pussy. She
even looked in vain for chances to steal something of Denise's from her locker.

According to Ruth's journal, she was several weeks into her fascination with
Denise before she reluctantly admitted her obsession was sexual. There was a
despairing note in that entry, along with Ruth's puzzled observation that she did
not "feel" like a lesbian and still found herself attracted to men. Denise, too,
dated frequently and showed no sign of being gay. The journal ended with an
admiring description of Denise's arms and breasts in a sheer blouse she had worn
the day before my arrival in Portland.

By that time my dick was so stiff it was almost painful, and my mind was racing,
considering the implications. I pictured Ruth standing naked in front of Denise,
holding up her full breasts to the smaller woman and begging to be sucked. I had
been horny before, but now I was nearing the end of my self-control. At that
moment I heard Ruth's car pull into the garage.

I carefully replaced Ruth's journals in their hiding place and hurried
downstairs. I found her putting her bags on the kitchen counter, and attacked her
with a passionate kiss, driving my tongue deep into her mouth and practically
ripping the trench coat off her. She began moaning as her tongue tangled with
mine inside her wet mouth. I broke our kiss long enough to whisper in her ear,
"I'm going to fuck you SO hard!" She stared at me wide-eyed.