urging her to masturbate shamelessly with a long, veined dildo and bending her over the table and sodomising her in front of the assembled employees to the surprise and delight of all. Nothing made her hotter than these forbidden scenes, which she sometimes played in her head as they made love, but she still wasn’t sure the real Paul would be able to handle her transgressive use of office hours. After all, his first impression of her was as a model employee.
That changed one day when they were enjoying brunch at the corner table in their favourite café after a Saturday morning of sweaty sex involving a pair of lacy crotchless knickers (hers) and multiple configurations of sex pillows (his). Over tofu scrambles, Paul took Zara’s hand across the table and gazed into her eyes.
‘You look so gorgeous right now. But then you’ve always looked radiant to me from the first moment I laid eyes on you.’
Zara laughed indulgently.
‘I figured you’d been making yourself up in that ladies’ room. But now I know it’s just your natural beauty. You have a glow every time we’re together.’
If only he knew.
‘I always wondered, though …’
‘Yes?’
‘Well, I was wondering why you were in that deserted part of the building. I’m guessing that room has good lighting for make-up. Or you like to have a bit of exercise.’
‘Well, you’re right on both counts, but not for the reason you think.’ The words slipped out before Zara could stop herself. Then she blushed. Paul looked even more intrigued.
‘Come on, what’s up? I insist you tell me.’
Zara’s pussy contracted. She loved to submit to his commands when it came to sex, and this was unquestionably about sex. So she scooted her chair closer and brought her lips to his ear. ‘I do something, well, unprofessional in that room.’
He grinned. ‘What do you mean? Like you make calls to other companies to divulge secrets?’
‘Of course not.’ She leaned close again. ‘I “relax” myself when I’m feeling stressed. You know, with that toy I showed you the other night.’
Paul’s jaw dropped. ‘You mean when we first met you’d just been …? No wonder I fell for you at first sight.’
To Zara’s relief, he seemed far from appalled by her confession.
‘I want details. Come on, you can tell me all about it in the car.’
Once they were out of public hearing, she slowly divulged the basic facts: that she sneaked up to the deserted ladies’ room and pretended she was giving a sex show to her co-workers while she masturbated. She did not, however, mention the disembodied male voices or Paul’s own enthusiastic participation in the depravity. She was so caught up in her story, she didn’t notice he was driving them to her office until they’d parked in front of the building. She knew Paul well enough to guess what he had in mind.
‘What if we get caught?’ she asked helplessly.
‘It’s a Saturday,’ he insisted. ‘No one will be there. If they are, you can say you stopped in to pick up some work. You’re well known for your dedication to the company.’
Part of her wanted to refuse, but the tingling between her legs told her that she’d regret it.
‘OK, I’ll give you a peek at the scene of the crime, but that’s all.’
Paul gave her a ‘we’ll see’ smile and jumped out of the car.
He suggested they take the stairs, for authenticity’s sake, so Zara was properly flushed and breathless when they reached her secret room. She glanced quickly up and down the hall, opened the door and pulled him inside.
‘OK, you’ve seen it, now let’s go.’
Paul’s gaze caressed the forbidden surroundings, his eyes flickering. ‘What’s the hurry? Now exactly where do you put on your show? Facing the sink or the full-length mirror?’
‘The full-length, of course,’ she murmured. ‘I’ll give you a demonstration back at your place. We should get out of here now.’
Instead Paul put his hand to the small of her back and guided her over to face the mirror. He stood behind her. The bulge in his pants pressed lightly against her buttocks.
‘So, you stand here like this and then what do you do?’
‘Paul, please.’ In spite of herself, Zara’s knickers grew damp. Her breasts felt heavy and achy, desperate to be touched. Her body was so accustomed to the erotic indulgence that took place before this mirror, it was more than happy to go along with her lover’s designs.
‘Show me, Zara. Please.’
His voice was sweet and full of need, yet it was the edge of command that made her squirm back against him.
‘No one will see you but me.’
Her final protest died in her throat. For after all, wasn’t he giving her exactly what she’d dreamed of during those stolen interludes: to be seen and desired by an appreciative male in the flesh?
She began to unbutton her blouse with trembling hands. Paul let out a soft sigh of victory. Her bra unhooked from behind today, but she managed that by pushing down the sagging bra cups so her pink nipples peeped over the top.
She paused. She’d touched herself in his presence before, but only under the blankets, in low light. She’d never been so exposed. The pure exhibitionism of it made her light-headed.
‘You’re so beautiful, Zara. Please, do it. Do it for me.’
His words melted any lingering resistance. She cradled her breasts and pushed them up as if in offering to him. In the mirror he made a quick motion, as if he wanted to fondle her himself, but then thought better of it.
She took the stiff nipples between her fingers, rolling and tweaking the way she liked best.
‘Oh, God, that’s so fucking hot,’ Paul breathed. Then she saw him shake his head. ‘Sorry, sorry. I’ll try to stay quiet and just watch.’
‘No, please. I like it when they talk.’
‘“They?”’
What had she said? But Zara was beyond shame now.
‘The men watching. In the mirror. They say rude things to me. But I like it very much.’
Paul’s lips lifted in a knowing smile. ‘Do you? You like it when a man admits he’s got the hardest wood of his life watching you play with your naked tits in the ladies’ room when you should be downstairs doing an honest day’s work?’
Zara’s body jerked. Her knickers flooded with a gush of juices. He’d got it just right.
‘Well, do you?’ he pressed.
‘Yes, oh, God, yes.’
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