Yes.

Joan realized what she was doing and said, "Excuse me but I'm not what you may think."

Lynda smiled and said, "How do you know if you don't try it?"

Joan was shocked but then Lynda suddenly leaned over and pulled the girl toward her and kissed her. Joan tried to move away but the older woman just held the young girl against her and kept kissing her and feeling her up. Her hand moved over the covered breasts and Joan was suddenly aware of her nipples getting hard. She was in fact, becoming aroused by the older woman.

Lynda must have known because she ended their kiss and said, "You have a wonderful body. So soft and warm...and your lips are fabulous. I just want to keep kissing you."

Joan didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her stomach a thousand butterflies. She looked back at Lynda and was drawn once more to Lynda’s beautiful body, for there was a strange attraction for the woman's hair and flesh which made Joan cringe and want to pull away and yet lean closer at the same time.

Lynda kissed Joan again, this time removing her hand from Joan’s skirt for a moment. As she was kissing her assistant, the older woman unbuttoned and unfastened Joan’s skirt, pulling it down and sliding the skirt off, leaving the younger girl in only her sweater and her white cotton panties. Lynda then ran her fingers over Joan’s panties, over the waistband and over the front panel, down between her legs where she resumed stroking the younger girl’s pussy.

“I think you are enjoying this. You are definitely enjoying this” Lynda said as she felt the crotch of Joan’s panties getting wet.

“Please…please stop.” Joan pushed Lynda away futilely. But the older woman’s hands quickly returned, one between her legs, and one moving up under her sweater towards Joan’s delicious looking breasts. Again Joan grabbed Lynda’s hands and pushed them away. She got up from the couch and ran for the door, pulling on the handle only to find it was locked.

As she fought with the handle Lynda came up behind her, the older woman wrapping her arms around Joan and pressing her body against the younger girl’s. “I didn’t want anyone to disturb us…. you don’t have to worry about someone finding out…” Lynda said as one of her hand’s parted Joan’s thighs and cupped the younger girl’s panty covered crotch. Lynda’s other hand slipping under Joan’s sweater and fondling one of the girl’s amply delicious breasts.

“Uhhh….ummmm…please stop” Joan gasped as Lynda’s hands aroused her. The taller woman continued to stimulate Joan’s mound and breasts.

“Why do you want that…? I can tell you are enjoying this…tell me that you are enjoying this” the older woman said huskily.

The young girl's moans of desperation slowly changed as she felt Lynda's fingers slipping upward to the elastic waistband of her nylon panties. She was tugging them downward over the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks. Already, sensing the young woman's compliance, Lynda no longer used a restraining hand on her arm, but both hands were busily peeling down the young assistant's panties. She gave a gasp of admiration as she saw her warm, round butt-cheeks, unblemished, and delectable!

Tears of frustration and indecision clouded her lids - and there was her own deep wetness building between her inner thighs. With a terrified jolt, Joan realized that her own hips were unconsciously starting to grind with helpless excitement, all because of Lynda's immoral teasing of her own loins.

Lynda kept a close watch on the reactions of her assistant, and with the sureness born of experience and cunning, she dropped her hand from Joan's shoulder and cupped one of the large, round globes of the sexy young girl. Her talented fingers gently felt and teased the slowly growing nipple through the fabric of her bra. Joan shuddered at the alien feel and bit her lower lip hard, and for a moment tried to pull away. But the aching wretchedness inside her spread like wildfire at the soft touch, draining her of the will to resist.

Lynda waited until Joan had capitulated to the fingers, then she moved her arm and edged up inside the girl’s sweater, and quickly removing it over the young redhead’s flowing hair. Lynda gasped again as she slid the bra up over the quivering mounds of Joan’s breasts, and could hardly restrain herself from ripping off the bra then and there so she could drink in the loveliness of her assistant's full twin mounds. She knew instinctively that they'd be beautiful - almost as magnificent to touch and kiss and view.

Lynda Carter loved men, but there were times when the creamy skin and velvety sweetness of another woman was a pleasant variation. Especially of a young woman like Joan, who had to be awakened to the full, until now hidden depths of her sexuality. It made it all the more exciting this way.