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“I don’t know.”
“There’s a new French film playing at the art house… hopefully something sexy.”
Yes, wouldn’t that be nice, but these films rarely were anything but hard to follow.
“Sure,” I said, without much enthusiasm. “Listen, Kathy, how about I call you in a couple of days. I’m not feeling too well.”
Truthfully, I couldn’t wait for the evening to end and for my pleasure to begin.
While eating a chicken pot pie, I watched the news; the ads for jeans and then some dance show – trashy yes, but pretty steamy stuff. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t change the channel; the dancing bodies had me glued to the screen.
When I finally pulled myself away, I did the dishes, finished the newspaper and watched a taped episode of NCIS, all the while feeling the desire gnawing on my insides. By the time I finally headed off to bed, my arousal had fully flamed. Why had I bothered to wait so long? I was suddenly so hot that I couldn’t stop myself from falling to the bed with fingers reaching down inside my sweatpants and deftly finding their way inside my panties. As desire took over, the lights in the bar went on inside my mind – I could smell the smoke and the liquor and feel the music vibrate through me. In my mind I danced body to body with my latest fantasy lover – dark hair, a trim goatee, casual clothes with plenty of muscle underneath. He drew me close, one hand on my ass, the other on my right tit.
We moved with our hips together as if we were already naked cock to naked cunt. When his hand began to massage my breast, I shuddered deeply feeling a rash of sensation travel through my body. He reached for the buttons of my blouse, and one by one they opened until the sheer material fell away. I panted, lust oozing from every pore. And when he pushed my bra aside and the cool air caressed my exposed skin, I gasped. My head fell back as he leaned in to suck a nipple that had already grown erect.
While he eagerly fondled my flesh, my own hands played with my real-time body. When his hands dropped to my thighs and moved against my belly, so did my own. I could feel the fervor in me rise up by leaps and bounds, an orgasm building fast. Then it was on me in an instant – that amazing moment when I could no longer hold back, and with a delicious urgency my entire being tensed with a long forceful spasm…followed by a flood of sensation, wave after wave of them, reckless and unrestrained, my wet pussy pulsing against my hand…the lights in the bar faded away in my mind, so did my hot young lover. I opened my eyes and gazed at the wholesomeness of daffodils splashed across the bedroom curtains and on the comforter that covered my bed.
My room returned me to my appropriate senses even before the last pulsing throb of my orgasm died away. I quickly jumped out of bed, shed my sweats and headed to the bathroom. I washed my hands and peed,
then slipped my flannel nightgown over my head. It fell softly to my ankles. With each pearl button slipping through a delicate loop of fabric, the furor in me subsided another degree, until it was just a distant memory. I combed my hair with my hand, washed the makeup from my face and brushed my teeth. By the time I slipped into bed all the physical pleasure had disappeared. Left was the usual pangs of guilt and shame over another obsessive masturbation. I wanted to forget it had ever happened. The episode only reminded me that there was another woman inside me begging to get out, and she was fast destroying the perfect little world I’d so carefully constructed. I was afraid of anyone ever knowing that another woman was there, but how long could I continue to ignore her?
Chapter Two
“I’m Alex Morgan.”
“Jane Houston,” the woman replied, sitting down at the desk next to mine. She wasn’t pretty. Plain brown hair in a simple blunt cut, distinct tan face, just the right amount of makeup, and uncomplicated but distinctly sensuous clothes. She had a sensual assurance about her, as if some power flowed from her and she was in an altogether different world from mine. She was not wholesome or sweet or stern or motherly, but dark, fluid and mysterious. She was as natural as grass, graceful as a bird, as if she belonged to the atoms in the air, part of their essential harmony…not like me at all, who looked more like an alien borrowing space on earth than someone who truly belonged.
That must be why she was so alluring. I was immediately inspired, wondering who she was and why she happened to be invading my peaceful place of work. I found my mind spinning with thoughts of her – distinctly sexual thoughts. I imagined her making love for hours, though never giving herself completely to any man. She would be haughty that way – bold and dominant, wise, self-assured and beautiful – all qualities I admired, which I knew I lacked. I could have stared at her for hours, mesmerized.
I had to shake myself from the momentary stupor – amazing what she stirred up in me in a matter of seconds.
Once I settled down to work, I was aware of her presence every second as if I could feel the left side of my body vibrate differently with her energy so close.
I rarely conversed with other employees, but with Jane the silence felt uncomfortable. However, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Finally, I managed a nervous, “Would you like some coffee?” smiling a bit bashfully.
“Yes, thank you.” She quickly stacked the papers neatly on her desk and rose to walk with me to the lunchroom.
Again I felt the need to break the silence. “Have you worked in a patent office before?
“No, but it’s familiar enough. I just hate first days, so much tension over details.”
I loved the melodious timbre of her voice.
“Can’t even remember my first day. I will have been here seven years next month.”
“Oh my, I can’t imagine being in the same place that long,” she mused, “I’ve been thinking a lot about San Francisco recently.”
She was already planning her leaving, and it was only her first day?
“This isn’t such a bad place. The benefits are good and you can change desks when one comes open.”
She smiled again, and without a trace of condescension, said, “I never stay long in this sort of position.” She was matter of fact, revealing a basic truth about her nature, almost sighing wearily as she spoke to indicate an inner flaw.
“So where were you working before?”
“I did some theatre work in New England, was living with a man at the time, so I didn’t need much. But it was destined to end, too many conflicts. Now I have to be responsible and pay my bills. A lot of bother,” she laughed lightly, “but it’s better than living on the street. And I do need a break from men.”
So casual with men. She could pick them up when she wanted one, and toss him aside when she was done.
