Tina picked up the phone in her office and started to dial.

Bette reached over, took the receiver from her hand and gently replaced it.

“You can do that when I’ve gone T.”

“Baby . . .”

“Later, I said.” Bette’s fingers started to undo the buttons at the top of Tina’s blouse. “Doctors orders T.” Bette smirked.

Tina smiled. “So you’re a doctor now?”

“Yeah . . . I’m the lurve doctor.” Bette chuckled. “And you’re one lucky lady T. I don’t usually make house calls.”

Tina didn’t protest and anyway she didn’t really want to. Bette’s hand was already teasingly tracing little patterns on her bra.

Bette made Tina feel her sexuality every second of every day, she’d ring her at work and tell her exactly what she would do to her when she came home, in a voice that emitted stirrings deep within her stomach all the way to her hardened nipples. 

And that’s what Bette was doing now, lightly, tormentingly, touching her nipples the way that she knew drove Tina crazy.

Tina gasped. The silky satin fabric of her bra no defence against the soft caress of Bette’s skilful fingers.

“Ahhh.” 

Bette brushed the blouse half off her shoulders and freed Tina’s heavy, soft ***** from their bra, dropping it to the floor. She bent her head close to the warm, sweet scent of her, and darted her tongue out flicking it across the dark taut peaks, taking the nipple in to her mouth so Tina groaned lightly, out loud.

“Let me look at you T.” She said as she stepped back and raised Tina’s skirt, exposing the tiny thong. ” Very nice baby.” She slipped a finger inside and stroked the wetness escaping Tina’s *****. “I really don’t know why you bother to wear them . . .” 

Bette hooked her thumb in to the top of the thong and slid it free of Tina’s thighs, her own control becoming lost.

“God your beautiful T.” She said breathlessly.

“Bette.” Tina moaned. Tugging at Bette’s Jacket, desperately trying to remove it.

“Hold on.” Bette said. Slipping the jacket off as she also loosened the zipper on her pants and kicked them off too.