A Roommate Unlike Any Other Vol 5
Chapter 7 Adjusting to a New Normal
When I awoke alone, I was surprised and then relieved that my first waking moments would not hold the challenge of facing Hannah. I hadn't heard her wake or get up from bed. A letter informed me that she was very pleased with our first night together and that she was looking forward to a fulsome discussion tonight over a nice meal and couple of bottles of red wine.
I wandered through the work day not really able to focus on much. Fortunately, there was nothing overly demanding on my schedule and I was able to look focused while feeling anything but. My interaction with coworkers was forced at best and I'm certain that more than a few of them could sense that I was not in my usual space that day.
As I contemplated my new position in the world of sexual kink, I began to imagine how those around me would view my situation if they knew the truth. How would I be judged for my privacy invasion? What would they think of me knowing that I had blindly given my body to another woman to do with as she pleased? Was the recent expansion of my sexual experience obvious to others?
Like anyone, I'd observed the sexual attraction of my coworkers in an abstract sort of way. From the top boss always impeccably dressed in the latest men's fashions to the much too young intern whose fit body screamed to be imagined naked, I'd played the harmless fantasy games that helped to pass the time at work. Where before, I'd admired their sexuality and attractiveness, I know saw them as sexual partners. I looked at them so much deeper while conjuring thoughts of how each of them might bring me pleasure.
The other difference was that I now equally examined the women in my work space. Where I had imagined the general idea of it in the past, I now visualized the acts with my coworkers in a very real sense. Like a teenaged boy fueled by nothing but hormones, I dreamed of them naked and at my sexual disposal. The irony of this perspective was not lost on me as I realized the subservient position I had chosen while considering how these others might be at my command for pleasure.
On my coffee break I sat with the usual crowd but couldn't help visualizing each of them naked, kneeling and awaiting my command. I imagined myself exerting the level of confidence and control I had witnessed in Hannah. And yet, somewhere deep in my core, I knew that I was nowhere near ready to establish that sort of sexual control over another. The point was that I now envisioned it and felt that someday, I would be there. So much had changed!
Uncertain as I was in my newfound involvement in the world of kink, there was no mistaking the effect it was having on me. My panties had been wet all day and nothing but sexual thoughts seemed to hold my attention. By mid-day a thought crept into my mind that for the first time ever, I decided it must be acted upon. This was not something I would have even considered a few days earlier but now the safety rails had been completely abandoned.
My phones were put on hold and I made my way to the unisex bathroom. I'd have to be quiet and if I didn't want to be caught, I'd have to be quick. As I walked through the office making contact with each of my coworkers on the way, I imagined their reaction if they knew what I was about to do. I thrilled at the thought of how I would feel walking amongst them when I returned.
Locking the door behind me, I didn't hesitate to drop my slacks and panties to the floor. At first standing, I rubbed my mound against the rigid edge of the counter top while imagining each of the persons who had innocently stood to wash their hands in this very position where I was now stimulating my clitoris. I purposely stared in the mirror, fascinated by my facial expressions as I humped the coriander edge as though it had been put there for my pleasure.
Five minutes of humping an inanimate object and my pussy was in need of the tried and true guarantee of familiar fingers. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs wide. Knowing that my entire workplace was separated from my perverted masturbatory needs by nothing more than a door, only served to heighten the thrill of secretly pleasuring myself at work.
It was all I could do to muffle the distinctive sounds of orgasm. It hit me as fast and hard as any I had ever managed to produce on my own. The wetness was extreme and the muscles of my legs had contracted with such ferocity that I wasn't sure I could safely exit the bathroom without being obvious about what I had just done to myself. But none of that really mattered and I decided that this workplace experience would forever after be repeated to help satisfy my newfound need for release.
When the clock finally signaled the end of the work day, I was both eager and anxious about the night to come. I'd been bursting with sexual energy all day and remained unfulfilled despite the one bathroom orgasm that had momentarily satisfied my needs. Throughout the day, my right hand had subconsciously found it's way to my nose. My own scent thrilled me as much as if it had been of another woman. The fact that I was now even imagining the scent of another was confirmation that so very much of my sexual perspective had changed in ways that I could never have predicted.
I arrived home to the greeting of Hannah dressed in light blue panties and a t-shirt, sans bra. Her choice of dress would have meant far less prior to this weekend but on this day it set a tone that was hard to ignore. I couldn't help but stare at her and remember the pleasure that had come from that body. Hannah returned my gaze in a somewhat cocky way, leaving no question that she realized the power she had developed over me.
Our conversation began with the type of post-coital unease that might follow a random hookup with a guy you met at the bar. But this emotion was so much more. To begin with, this wasn't what you would call a random hookup. On top of that, this wasn't some strange guy that I could choose never to see again. It was my roommate whom I hoped to keep living with. Oh yeah, and she was another woman which is not a scenario I had ever really imagined being a part of.
The conversation began in a typical way, sharing each other's day. We both knew it was bullshit but Hannah was making an effort to lighten the tension. We talked as we had on any other day but it was obviously nothing more than filler to forestall the beginning of the only real conversation that needed to happen. My mind grappled with feelings of guilt over my peeping, the shame of being caught, and the yet to be understood emotions of having engaged in full on lesbian sex for the first time.
