Hows my T? Bette whispered, planting kisses along the back of Tinas bare neck.

Good, how’s my Bette?

Bette looked up into the mirror at Tina and smiled, noticing what Tina was wearing all of a sudden. She spun the blond round and held her out at arms length to get a better look.

Wow T, you look so ***** *****.

Tina laughed, brushing off her comment and blushing slightly. That was what she liked about being with a woman as opposed to being with a man, even though Eric would compliment her at every available opportunity and he would reiterate it so much after a while she just never took any notice. Bette on the other hand, when she gave a compliment her eyes would light up and the expression on her face said so much more than the words that came out of her mouth.

Tinas eyes dragged down Bettes typical power suit, her eyes lingering on the one too many buttons open on the shirt, showing off slightly more cleavage than should be appropriate at work.

Baby, do you always give your work colleagues such a treat? she asked innocently, motioning towards the hint of the supple ***** beneath her neatly pressed shirt.

Bette glanced down, smiling that smile that Tina had come to learn meant she either knew something which no one else knew, or she was insatiably horny.

You know, I only undid these buttons when I got here right?

Oh really, so you think that these. nodding towards her cleavage again. Will have some kind of effect on me?

Bette let out her deep chuckle, pulling Tina closer; their eyes locked, their lips ready and waiting.

I dont think T, I know. Bette purred, leaning in and kissing Tinas neck, giving it a quick nip before pulling back again.

Well what if I was to say that it has no profound effect on me what so ever and Im looking forward to seeing this movie more than anything which your cleavage could ever offer me. Tine teased, pressing her body into Bettes.