Chapter 4
Marcia had managed to become so fatigued, and for most of the night slept in such a troubled way that she actually missed the alarm for the first time since she had gone back to work. Jack was gone when she got downstairs, his empty coffee cup the only farewell message that he left. She had just a few minutes to take another swipe at her hair with the brush, pick up her purse and the reports, and make it to the corner just in time to be picked up by the car pool.
Three of the women were looking pretty perky, but the fourth, Agnes, who was driving, looked like she had barely made it through a battle and was presently driving the getaway ear. Her clothes looked slightly rumpled, her hair was mussed and even her lipstick was smeared. Marcia would have been embarrassed to be seen like that, but Agnes was grinning from ear to ear.
Of course, Marcia would never think to ask the obvious blunt question, but that didn't stop young Terri in the back seat who seemed to already have a pretty good idea about the probable cause.
"What happened to you this morning?" the young girl giggled, "as if I didn't know. Your husband still taking you instead of coffee for his morning stimulant?"
"You guessed it, love," Agnes laughed. "He just wakes up in the morning with that big hard-on of his, and figures that as long as it's up I might as well get some use out of it."
"And you just hate it, right?" the fourth woman laughingly asked.
"I love it, ladies. I love it and I don't care who knows. That stud of mine really knows how to start off my day with flying colors."
They all looked to Marcia for her comment, but she had nothing to say. She usually refrained from all sexual conversations at the office and at gatherings, but this was not the only reason why she wasn't talking now. Marcia was frankly shocked that these women would speak so openly on such a private matter, but even more shocked that Agnes would be bragging about morning sex with such great relish.
And the other women! They weren't shocked at all as she was. They both looked pleased and the older of the two actually looked envious, as if she wished her own husband would wake her up in the morning with such dirty demands.
What was this world coming to anyway? Were the men finally corrupting the female gender as well? Could it be that she was one of the very few adult women left alive who still knew what it was to be moral and respectable? Marcia would have liked to scream at them in moral outrage, but she had a feeling that they would have laughed at her.
These women were supposed to be pillars of the community. One of them was the president of the PTA and another chairwoman of the community chest. If this was the way that the women of their social class really felt about sex, then maybe Marcia was the one actually out of step. All this only added to the general confusion that she was still carrying with her from the night before, and Marcia still felt ill-equipped to handle any of it. Luckily, the subject going around the car changed to the upcoming dance at the country club, and what new outfits everyone would be wearing.
Since she was usually more or less silent on the drives into town, the women were not paying much attention to her, and this gave Marcia the opportunity to observe them all and see if there was anything useful to be learned from them. From what she heard, each of them had happy marriages and they seemed to be able to handle the sexual aspect of it with great ease, apparently even with pleasure.
Simply by looking at them, a person couldn't find anything that would hint at even one of them being sexually depraved. All three women were pretty in their distinct ways, and their bodies were well-formed-one pleasantly chubby, one tall and slim, one quite curvaceous. They all dressed well and in the latest styles, just as Marcia did. So it didn't seem that they married degenerates because they were unattractive, or were degenerates themselves and just couldn't do any better. All had sound educations, spoke well, held good jobs and all the family style trimmings. All were obviously happy with what they had at home, even though they admitted to sexual deeds above and beyond the call of duty. Was Jack right after all?
Was there something wrong with Marcia?
She made her farewells politely enough when the group split up at the parking lot in town, and she hoped that her smile looked convincing. Inside, she was crying. Somehow fear had been added to her confusion and she wished that she were a little girl again and could hide in the attic among her mother's treasures.
The fear was easier to pinpoint than even the problems were, but it was far more painful to deal with. Could she have been dead wrong in her moral attitude all these years? Had she been living an uptight lie, a vestige of doctrine from out of her grandmother's past while all the rest of the world had long ago discarded it?
If this was truth, and she still had a long way to go before she could accept it, then the next question was how high the price would be for her to adapt to the modern attitude. Wouldn't the rest of her life be sheer hell, and the time she spent in bed with her husband, the tortures of the damned?
She wondered if all three of those women used their mouths on their husbands' bodies. Even more disgusting than that, if possible, the suggestion Jack once made about women taking it in their rectums. Marcia shuddered at these thoughts. They were far too awful to consider in the bright light of a beautiful spring day.
One more block to the office and then she could blissfully bury herself in her work. If Mr. Clark would cooperate and keep his groping hands to himself she just might be able to unwind and get through the day.
But this day seemed destined to be tainted with sex right from the start. As if the shocking talk in the car were not enough, she had to step into a crowded elevator and feel her bottom being pinched without even being able to turn around and see if she could figure out who had done it.
Then, no sooner did she get to her desk than Mr. Clark was right there with his usual lecherous smile.
"Well, well, aren't we looking yummy today," he grinned. "I wouldn't mind having some of you for breakfast."
"I'm afraid you'll have to settle for coffee and sweet rolls, unless you're looking for a new secretary."
Marcia smiled her best as she tried to put the man in his place without actually insulting him. One of the first things she learned when making her debut into the business world was how to turn a man off without making him angry. It seemed as essential in the job as knowing how to type was.
He wasn't a bad-looking man at all, and just about her own age. In fact, she would have been surprised if another woman in her place would not have accepted his proposition a long time ago. During some of her weaker moments, when her mind would wander to the sexual propaganda that Jack had been trying to sway her with, Marcia would wonder if the sex would be any better for her if she shared it with another man. The only one even close to a possibility was Mr. Clark.
He did have a beautiful face, big saucer eyes and a tall, rugged body that moved like a panther. One look into those eyes and you knew the man was well-skilled in the art of love, and well aware of it.
She didn't make this supposition on her own, but agreed with it after she heard it from just about all of the other office girls and looked him over several times herself. Even she started to feel warm and tingly when she stayed in his proximity for too long.
This morning, with her mind almost totally taken over by conflicting thoughts about sex, Marcia watched Mr. Clark walking around the office and tried to imagine being in bed with him. She had never done this before marrying her husband, and with no anticipation, there could not have been any disappointments.
Mr. Clark now, seemed to reek of sexuality, and with very little imagination at all, Marcia could picture him as probably being hung like a stallion, as all the office girls said every decent stud should be, and with the full knowledge of every sexual trick that had ever been discovered by mankind. Moreover, his manners were a bit more refined than her own husband's and with his special charm she could see herself as ultimately relaxing in his arms and willingly learning everything he wanted to teach her.
Of course, this was only an idle fantasy, and couldn't possibly ever come true. She certainly would never go out behind her husband's back, and she doubted that Mr. Clark had any extramarital affairs even though he came on so strong with herself and a couple of the others.
A harmless little fantasy. That was, until Mr. Clark came back into sensory range and her heart started fluttering again. In the past Marcia had been able to repel his advances skillfully and with tact because she was not tuned in to them in any real way. Sex was always the last thing on her mind. But now....
Stop it! Her mind warned her. Stop it now before it's too late. Do not open Pandora's box. Still, she had to admit that she felt much more comfortable mulling over sexual possibilities with her boss than facing what was wrong about the sex in her marriage.
Straightening things out with Jack required a real effort, but with Steven Clark it was simply idle daydreaming ... and that was all. Well, wasn't it? Ever since the overheard conversation in the car full of chattering women Marcia was more willing than usual to allow her mind to dwell on sex for a bit. She even complimented herself that she seemed to be getting a little more open-minded.
But the phone momentarily saved her from getting too deeply into it immediately. Marcia fell into her work routine with the start of that call, and although Mr. Clark was often near her desk, she managed to keep everything going in proper order without staring at him too often. Then the lunch hour came around and she happened to see him meet a young woman at the elevator who could not be much more than twenty-one.
Even Marcia would have to describe her as sensational. She had long red hair in a tone that almost looked believable. It graced the shape of her lovely oval face and cascaded down in front of her shoulders to caress her large and proudly carried breasts. Marcia considered herself to be reasonably well-stacked in that area, but this young woman had to measure forty around at least.
What was more, she was still young enough for them to stand firm and high, and as they pointed out from above a very slender waist, looked even more prominent than they would have on a heavier woman. She was rather tall, with long legs that would have done a fashion model great justice but she was much sexier in her appearance and mannerisms. She was quite openly seductive from the way her huge green eyes flashed sexy signals to Mr. Clark and just about every other man in the vicinity, to the way that she continually wet her lips with the very tip of her tongue as she spoke. Marcia would have thought of her as suggestive looking and slightly vulgar in her mannerisms, but it was clear to her that every man in the place was turned on by this young lady. Her sexual message was clear, but the men were responding with admiration as well as desire. Truth was truth, no matter how Marcia would have liked to think otherwise. This woman was using sex as a come-on and she was succeeding admirably.
Just then Mr. Clark walked up behind his date, and although the moment was brief, with Marcia probably the only observer, he did press his groin against her back and rub his tool there vigorously. The woman's face lit up and she must have whispered something dirty because Mr. Clark put his face to the side of hers and quickly licked into her ear before pressing the down button on the elevator.
They were gone before the entire episode fully registered in Marcia's naive mind, but she had the rest of the afternoon to ponder it as her boss did not return until just about quitting time. And when he did, it was obvious, even to her, that he had spent his time quite actively at some motel.
Marcia couldn't understand why she suddenly felt so angry. At first she thought it was because she happened to know his wife, but when she started being more honest with herself, she finally realized that what she was feeling was a tinge of jealousy. It was ridiculous. She absolutely had no right and shouldn't even be concerned with anything her boss did. Yet all during the ride home and halfway through dinner with her husband, Mr. Clark and what he must have been doing with the voluptuous young woman for the afternoon were constantly in her thoughts.
She got into the tub early while her husband was on the phone, and this time when her soapy hand wandered between her thighs, she did not pull it away. Not even when her longest finger spread the lips of her cunt and she started to rub the ball of it back and forth across her clit. This time Marcia knew exactly What she was doing, but could not stop herself no matter how guilty it was going to make her feel later.
Everyone around her seemed to be indulging in all their desires, and suddenly Marcia felt very much out of step with the world. She wasn't at all sure that she would be able to change all of her sexual habits overnight, especially if anyone else was to know about it, but there was no one in the bathroom with her now. She had to see if she could at least go this far and give herself a little bit of pleasure, this time without stopping.
As if her own inhibitions were hovering right over her and she was afraid that they would close in at any moment, Marcia's hand worked in a fury to see if she could arrive at that magical point before her courage ran out on her. She didn't dare to stick any fingers in her hole out of fear that she would lose all control immediately, but chose instead to work on her clit as she had done this accidentally several times before and found it not only pleasurable but an indulgence she could manage without panic.
Biting down on her lower lip as the stabs of delight became more intense, Marcia pressed down on the hood of her clit until the little button under it popped out. This was the point where she usually stopped, but Marcia knew that there was no turning back now. She would take this exploration wherever it led her or she would never forgive herself for the failure.
Her love button became angrily red and swollen almost as soon as she touched it, and now as she continued with her rubbing, it became even more so, and quivered wildly under her touch. Her mouth went dry as cotton and everything in her head began to whirl around.
This time she was fully aware of what she was doing, fully aware that it went against her moral principles, and most of all, fully aware that she was loving every minute of it. There was no logical thought she could find for not continuing, and her fingers began to move even faster.
Soon heat was shooting through her body and it felt as if even the water around her was being heated even more by the erotic energy that she was expending. Her eyes closed tightly, Marcia surrendered herself completely to the perverse pleasure that she was creating and found herself rocking with the waves of delicious sensation that continually washed over her.
It started out as a sweet and gentle motion, but became increasingly more violent as her clit became incredibly engorged and the muscles in her legs began to tighten. Suddenly it seemed that one finger was no longer enough and she threw one leg over the side of the tub in order to give herself plenty of space for some really frantic playing around.
First two fingers, and then three slid to the oily button and Marcia found that she could get some vibrating action going to the insides of her pussy walls at the same time. She was concentrating now on the adventure of discovering her own body and was thus able to block out all other conscious thoughts. And as the pleasure became even more intense, even her tiled surroundings began to fade away.
The warm, oiled water was a cloud for floating on, and the scent of it and her own body heat was greatly intoxicating. A lovely tune from out of her distant memory played now in her head and she hummed along with it, her fingers turning and rubbing, twisting and pressing, all in tune to the music. She was truly in another world, a beautiful one that she had created all by herself and one in which she wished no one to enter.
Denied to herself for so long, and not entered into gradually or with deliberate intention, the excitement of it all came as that much more of a surprise to her. During those precious last moments, when she hung suspended between intense pleasure and ultimate orgasm, Marcia finally understood how so many people could put moral teachings aside and do the sort of thing that she was indulging in now.
The ball of her finger pressed tightly down against her clit now and she mashed it flat while rotating her finger in a fast and steady circle. Her thigh muscles were so tight that she was in real pain, and her arms were tense as well. But the radiant heat, the intense tingling, and the delirious sensation of floating were just too much wonder for her to run away from. For the first time in her life Marcia let her passion have its full rein and she was instantly transported to that gorgeous never-never land that she had only heard about and degraded until this time.
The tingling sensation in her clit and all around from her cunt and out to her thighs became so exquisite that she had to bite down on her lower lip just to keep from screaming. Her hand stopped still with her finger pressed down against her clit and she threw both of her legs out of the water and up into the air, hanging on to the edge of the tub with her one free hand for fear that her head would go under.
This soon proved to be a wise move, as Marcia felt herself lapsing into a few seconds of sweet unconsciousness while her body was being racked with gigantic waves of orgasmic bliss. So intense were those spasms that water started splashing over the edges of the tub and her head sank down so far that her hair was completely soaked before she could recover her senses once again.
By then the water had been inundated with a flood of hot and womanly juices, a flow so heavy that the end of it left the woman dizzy and exhausted. Her skin was shriveled from being in the water so long, and she felt the need to lie down in bed and see if she could gather her wits. But when she attempted to stand up and step out of the tub, her legs were so wobbly that she could do so only by taking one small step at a time and clinging to the tile wall to keep from toppling over.
Marcia was totally confused. Her emotions went from tears to joy and back again, and she staggered to the bedroom as if in a drunken stupor. This was her condition when Jack came in and found her. Of course, it had never occurred to him that she might be going through a sexual aftermath as he had long ago decided that she was totally incapable of enjoying the bliss of orgasm.
It was true that often she frustrated him terribly and he had periods of time when he felt angry enough with her uptight ways to consider other women. But Jack did love his wife and at that moment, she seemed to be in great need of some tender, loving care. Quickly he went to her side and took the dazed woman consolingly into his arms.
Had he done anything else, Marcia would have frozen up and put on her arrogant face, but in this loving man's embrace with all the compassion that she felt in his sweet murmurings, the last bit of her strength left her and she broke into heaving sobs. Her husband clung to her, rocking her as he would a heart-broken child, but knew better than to question her while she was still in such a sorry condition.
For this his wife was very grateful, as she needed his compassion very much, but knew that she would never be able to find the words for an explanation, at least during such an early stage of her sexual enlightenment. If she told him at all, Marcia realized that she would first have to come to terms with this new facet of her awareness herself before she could even begin to explain them to her husband.
He was even kind enough later on that night to simply lie by her side with his balls aching and not ask her for relief in, any manner. Marcia usually slept with her back to Jack and curled away from him in the fetal position as a defense against him making any sexual advances during the night, but on this night she slept tightly curled against his body. She was in desperate need of any familiar security she could find, and strangely enough, it had to come from her husband.
Somehow she did sleep soundly through the night, and although this fact confused Marcia very much in the morning, she was nevertheless much more relaxed and ready for a new day than she had been in a very long time. It had never occurred to her that the first Orgasm of her life would have anything to do with the peace of mind that she was enjoying now.
Actually, she didn't want to think about the orgasm at all. Shame had returned with the return of the sun, and she thought that she was more determined than ever to stay away from anything erotic. It had happened, all right, but Marcia still couldn't deal with it, and she hoped that she never had to encounter that situation again.
Her luck was still holding about Jack not asking any questions, and she took her own car into work, being unable to face all those tattling women with her need for privacy so strong right them. Once again she was hoping that her work would pull her world together for her, but on this day there was simply to be no peace.
She walked quickly into the office, planning as many chores as possible to cram into the morning so that the time would pass with as little room for her problems as she could manage, so she didn't notice that Steven Clark's office was occupied even though the door was ajar and she walked within a couple feet of it. Her head was down and she was studying the day's schedule for the rest of the staff and had a memo in her other hand which she planned to leave on her boss's desk.
It was the murmuring that caught her attention before the sight of the two of them sprawled across Mr. Clark's huge carved oak desk. By the time she was close enough to get a really good view of what was going on in there, the soft sounds had turned to guttural groans of passionate pleasure and there was no mistaking them for anything else.
Marcia's heart began beating wildly, and she almost turned around to run, but she could not. Mr. Steven Clark, the subject of her fantasy and the only lover that she would even remotely consider, was in his office making love to another woman! Before her eyes could really focus on what was going on in there, Marcia wondered if it was the stunning redhead she had seen him with the previous day.
Now she clenched her fists tightly in an effort at control and forced herself to peer through the space of the doorway. She wished she hadn't almost immediately.
Steven was in there, all right, but he was not with the redhead. This time it was a blue-eyed blonde who looked to be scarcely more than eighteen. She was a tiny thing but stacked like a brick shithouse. Apparently she was bare under her skirt, which was hiked up all the way to her waist in front. Mr. Clark's pants and jockey shorts were dropped down to his ankles.
The girl was lying back on the desk with her slender legs thrown wide open, and the boss whom Marcia had respected and admired presently had his face burrowing in this girl's crotch. The moans and groans were coming from the girl's throat, but all that could be heard from the direction of the man's mouth were gurgling sounds and some slurping noises as well.
Although Marcia couldn't actually see Clark's mouth moving down there, there was no doubt in her mind at all about what he was doing. Jack had attempted it once too often on her. She had hated and resented it, but those were not sounds of complaint that she was hearing from this girl. As she sighed and moaned, intermittently babbling what sounded to Marcia like dirty words, the man's face was rotating from side to side as he spread the pussylips wider, then began to lick up and down the inner slit itself with long swipes of his tongue.
Marcia could hardly believe what she was seeing with her own eyes, but her fluttering heart told her that she must. She tried to gulp down a lump in her throat, and stared hard, feeling as if she had walked into a porno movie by mistake. The scene before her was so very shocking, but she could not turn away from it.
What she should have felt was horrified at the pretty young thing urging the man she had always thought of as being so dignified to suck her clit even harder and would he please dig his tongue into her hole a bit deeper. What was worse, he was apparently eager to do her bidding. But Marcia didn't feel horrified at all. What she did feel was very wet in the pants!
A few moments later, while still holding her pussylips open with one hand, Steven reached down with his free hand and began to pump on his own hard meat. He fortunately turned his hips at just enough of an angle for Marcia to get a pretty good look at what he had hanging.
His cock was just incredible! Until that moment, Jack's had been the only one that Marcia had ever seen, and she had always supposed that it was tremendous. Certainly it filled her to capacity. But this one now was fuller around and it also seemed to be longer. Much as she hated the thought of it, still she could not help wondering how stretched her hole would get if she should attempt to take Mr. Clark's cock.
Her own build was not an exceptionally large one, but certainly this girl was far more on the petite side than Marcia was. Of course she had no problem as long as he was only using his tongue in there, and Marcia could easily see how a woman would have no complaints to simply lie there as this girl was and have a wet velvety tongue washing in and out of her channel and making love to her sensitized clit with the kind of delicious rasping that only a tongue can do.
Marcia's brain was whirling again. It seemed that every turn she took brought her to the brink of a new discovery about sexual awareness. How could it be that an act she had always considered to be perverse and disgusting in the privacy of her own bedroom could now appear to be not only exciting but also extremely appealing to her now?
She could feel the itchy dampness in her crotch getting so wet now that it was starting to seep down the inside of her thighs. It was still quite early in the morning and it might be twenty minutes or more before she would really have to worry about being discovered out there and run for cover. Still, it would never do for one of the office staff to walk in there and see her leaning on a desk for support because her legs were shaking, and passion juice was running down the inside of her leg!
Of course she was running an even greater risk right at that very moment. With the executive office door ajar and the girl actually facing Marcia although her eyes happened to be closed, there would be no place for her to hide in time if one of them should happen to look up. In Marcia's mind it was far worse for them to see her out there than for Mr. Clark to worry that he had been discovered with his head buried between a young girl's legs.
For the sake of her image, it should have been that she spotted what they were doing and ran away in horror. But to stand there, her face flushed and her body in heat, was the worst way in the world for her to be seen. The danger should have cleared her head and given her the will to run away while she still could.
But that wasn't the effect that it had on her at all. The danger actually had an erotic effect on her and she found herself wishing for the courage to reach inside the waistband of her skirt and work her hand down to her wet and hungry cunt. Masturbation was still so very new to her, but she certainly felt a need for it now.
The sounds coming from the private office were positively ecstatic now, and Mr. Clark was very busy at his double work. As the girl gurgled and begged for more, he fisted his hand and throbbing meat rapidly while he matched this tempo with his mouth clamped firmly down on the young and tasty pussy.
There seemed to be no danger that the two of them would even know anyone outside their own confines was alive at that point, much less look up to see if Marcia or someone else was standing out there. And even if this were not so, the impassioned woman could no longer remain viewing that sight and not do something for herself.
Tossing all caution aside and no longer caring even if the world should come to an end as punishment for what she was about to do, Marcia didn't even bother with the less obvious way of reaching in to her panties through the waistband of her skirt. Instead, she went right under the hem and pulled her panties all the way down to her knees. Not only was her cunt bare now but she also had a little distance in which to spread her legs as well.
Using the desk to prop herself up with, she leaned against it with her rear end and then spread her legs forward and out. At any other moment in time she might have realized that she had to look ridiculous if anyone should happen to walk in at that very moment. But at least she wouldn't be the only one caught in a compromising position, and the shame could be shared while the entire incident would no doubt be covered up, considering that both the boss and the office manager were involved.
But who cared right them? All that mattered was the thrill of the moment and making as much of it as she possible could. With her head turned to the side, she still had a very clear view of what progress Mr. Clark was making with his muff-diving and masturbation, and she used this scene to heighten her own sense of pleasure as her fingers trailed along the damp line of her hairy slit, pressing gently inward until she found what she was looking for.
Marcia needed very much to feel that she was in communication with the ardent lovers, so she tried to match everything that her boss was doing to the girl with her own hand. Once found, she immediately went to work on her already thoroughly aroused clit, running around the greasy ball under its hood, just as she imagined that the man was doing to the girl's with his tongue.
She felt herself moaning but struggled to keep it to the softest possible pitch because now it was also a question of getting herself off before she was found as much as the shame of being found. Even greater than the excitement she had felt in the tub the night before, when she realized that there would be no turning back from orgasm, was this sense that she was indulging in the pastime deliberately and doing something very perverse, out in the open in the bargain.
How could it be abnormal when two people right before her were doing things even more perverse and dangerous to her way of thinking? More and more she was beginning to see that her husband might not be exaggerating as much as she originally thought about the fact that society indulged a great deal more in sexual pleasure than she was ever willing to believe. It seemed to be happening all around her, and was probably there all along, if only her eyes had been open to see.
But there was no time to consider all the intellectual aspects of this now. Her clit was vibrating, her body was in a raging heat, and from the looks of the wild way that the two in the other room were carrying on, it was not going to be long before they both came crashing down with orgasms and terminated the scene. If she was going to make her own in time she would have to work very quickly, since they were a long way ahead of her.
Her hand worked feverishly, with two fingers plowing in and out of her wet and gushing hole, and her thumb happened against her clit, giving her a chance to work on that at the same time. Her legs felt like they had turned to water and she started sliding to the floor.
This was just as well because she couldn't have hung on much longer to the desk anyway. Once on the floor, she wriggled her panties all the way down to her ankles and opened her knees even wider. From down there she could no longer see the couple on the desk, but their noises were wildly passionate, and she was able to fill the details in with her imagination. She wouldn't have been able to make out much even if she were looking in their direction anyway as in another few seconds her vision became blurred and she started babbling incoherently to herself.
Even in this semi-conscious state, Marcia was still aware of the people in the other room and her instincts told her that they were but seconds away to a mutual and totally shattering orgasm. The girl's voice was getting very shrill and she could hear her boss panting loudly even though the sound was muffled by the girl's cunt. Marcia's own hand worked in a rapid blur but she didn't really need much time to begin with.
She had sensed she was very near to a climax almost as soon as her bare ass hit the carpet. A few more flicks to her angrily reddened clit and she was there. Her head banged against the desk behind her and she babbled like an idiot while her body shook and the cum flowed down and into a very large puddle under her ass.
It was soaking through to the back of her skirt and was certain to leave a telltale stain, but there was very little that she could do about it now. Her head was clearing rapidly and just in time to hear Mr. Clark asking "Babs" if she had liked her little treat and would she please get down to the typing pool before the executive staff, started showing up. This left Marcia less than two seconds to yank her panties up and beat it the hell out of the office and into the ladies' room where she did the best she could to repair the damage to her appearance.
Luckily, cold water took most of the stain out, and if she sat at the desk without getting up for a couple of hours, the mark would be dry and no one the wiser.
But she still had to face Mr. Clark, knowing how much of a sexy man he was, and that he stimulated her enough to think about taking some pretty drastic measures. Her mind was filled with all sorts of possibilities as she went back to her desk.
Sex with Mr. Clark was no more an idle fantasy. She was dwelling on it now, and becoming increasingly aware of the hunger for this man that was stirring within her.