Heather walked briskly into the high rise building which included the doctor's office where she worked. She stopped at the front desk and chatted with Dewayne, the security guard who was stuck at the front desk all day. Dewayne's eyes lit up as she handed him a cup of coffee she had picked up for him at her favorite coffee shop when she bought hers. Heather took the time to ask about his family... had his mom gotten over the flu?
She did not really think about it, but Heather had improved Dewayne's life exponentially just by the simple act of stopping and talking to him each morning. Not just because she was drop dead gorgeous, bubbly and vivacious. Not because she always proffered a free cup of his favorite coffee, he could get free coffee all day long in the security office, and did. No, its because she SAW HIM. He did not think about it either... but she made him feel valued. For the rest of his day he passed that small favor on to everyone who entered the building. Heather had affected hundreds of people without even knowing she had brightened so many lives.
She beebopped into the office, exuding the same chipper bubble of happiness. The new girl, Monica, popped off, "Well. Somebody got some, didn't they?"
Judy laughed, then rolled her eyes, "No, she is ALWAYS like this. You'll get used to Miss Sunshine..."
Without thinking about it, Heather shot back, "I guess you're both right!"
It only took her an instant to realize she had over shared, seeing the mixture of shocked or "oh, my" looks on half a dozen faces. Thank God the doctors had not been in the office. She turned crimson, and busied herself removing items from her bag.
Charlotte walked over to Heather's desk and said snarkily, "Do tell... you got laid this morning? Is that your secret, little glitter bomb?"
Heather stammered, "Oh, no... I didn't get LAID this morning... nothing like that..."
She was hoping they would enjoy her embarrassment and move on.
Charlotte was having none of it. Sweet, mousy little Heather might have a wild, kinky side. She might be a freak. She wasn't going to let this go so easily.
"Come on, honey. If there is some secret to being this chipper all the time, you can't keep it from us poor girls... maybe we can benefit..."
Heather hesitated. "Well... I didn't get laid..."
"But?"
Heather said quickly, "Mark spoils me..."
Everyone in the office knew this. Heather's hubby frequently brought her lunch, or a surprise, or anything she hinted that she wanted. She did not intentionally abuse his generosity. But he loved her, and it showed.
Charlotte grinned, "We know. What does that have to do with NOT getting laid?"
Heather was not stupid. She just protected her privacy. But why should she be ashamed of THIS? So she decided to share.
"Well. About three years ago, on a whim, Mark woke up before me one morning. I woke up to him going down on me."
Without sharing it, she recalled the morning which changed their lives. She had been fast asleep. She and Mark normally slept naked, liking the way their bodies felt against each other.
She had awakened to the sensations of Mark's talented tongue caressing her thighs and her labia. It felt really nice.
Then her husband had continued once she was awake, lovingly bathing her clitoris with his lips and tongue, darting back and forth across her bud until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. What a way to start the day!
That particular morning, Mark had an early meeting. Heather had expected him to "climb aboard" and finish, but he said he couldn't, as much as he wanted to feel her body enveloping his manhood.
She had been on cloud nine all day. Having experienced an incredible orgasm to start the day, not having to clean and freshen herself after sex, she had been in a wonderfully pleasant mood all day. And horny.
Heather continued her story, "He didn't get to finish, because he had to get to work. That evening, when Mark came home, I... umm... reciprocated..."
When Mark had come home that evening, Heather had been waiting for him. She did not have a lot of experience with fellatio. But she had read about it. She was waiting for him when he came in the door. She had pulled down his dress pants and boxers, and she had used everything she had learned to blow him to an amazing orgasm.
Mark had been so aroused that he had quickly regained his tumescence, and had pounded the ever loving hell out of her right there in the entry way. It had been the most amazing sexual experience so far in their lives together.
Afterwards they had discussed the incredible day they had experienced. Heather had been in an amazing mood all day... anticipating her sexual assault on her husband, had kept her on an amazing sexual high all day.
Mark had gone to work with a throbbing erection. She had been surprised to learn he had been on a sexual high all day also. Of course he did not maintain an erection all that time, but the sexual high had stayed.
He was self-aware enough to know... if he had cum that morning... his natural reaction would have been a drain of his energy. He would have felt more like taking a nap than working. But since he had remained aroused, he had also remained energized by his desire.
Charlotte thought, so? There has to be more to this story. "So how did that turn you into Little Miss Sunshine?"
Heather blushed again. "Well, like I said, Mark spoils me. We were talking about what happened, and I told him how it made my day... how I was on top of the world all day."
"And?"
"Well, he said it did the same for him. That he had spent all day thinking about making love to me. How not getting to nut that morning had actually been great for him. And when I practically raped him that night, well... it just set the hook."
All the other girls just stared at her, waiting for the punch line.
