I smoothed my dress and dried my sweaty palms on the fabric as I stood in front of the room that belonged to my boss's beautiful wife. I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door a few times. I twisted a lock of my brown hair and waited, but there was no response. I knocked again.
"Miss Jamie?" I yelled as I banged my fist against the wood. Again, there was no response. Just as I was about to knock for the last time, a faint noise came from inside the room. I stood still, fist in the air, and waited. I heard it again, but with the door in between, I could hardly make out the source of it. My curiosity being picked, I pressed my ear firmly against the door. When the sound came floating again, I recognized it perfectly. A moan. Of course not an ordinary one, but a pleasured moan. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as I pressed myself even tighter against the door. The sexual sounds reached me crystal clear now, and I recognized a female voice. And I was certain it was Jamie's. I couldn't help the arousal that started to build between my legs, as I helplessly pictured her perfect little body writhing in the throes of passion.
My hand moved involuntarily to the door knob. I had fantasized with that girl from the instant her emerald green eyes laid on me for the first time. I was just starting to work as a secretary for her husband, a rich fifty year old man when I met her. A beautiful and exotic model married to a wealthy business man twice her age. Typical. After working for them for four years and practically living in their house, I knew for a fact that they had a healthy marriage and she loved her husband. But I could see it her eyes every time I looked at her. She was restless and bored. Like something was missing in her life full of luxuries. And now I knew what it was.
Soon after our first encounter I became obsessed with her. She was the one who made me realize that I was into girls. And there were no words to describe how much I was into her. She was this exotic creature, one of those that drew in every look without even trying. She was small and short for a model, but that's what made her so appealing. She looked like a tiny ballerina. The way she moved, always so graceful and light. Her skin was white as porcelain, which contrasted so beautifully with her gold reddish hair. She didn't have pronounced curves, but that became meaningless as soon as you took a look at her lovely face. Her perfect factions, high cheekbones and perfect jaw line made her irresistible. Not to mention those emerald green eyes, which seemed to pierce your soul every time you stared into the infinite void inside her pupils.
My inner voice was shouting at me to go away, to forget about this and go back to my office and to the pile of papers I had to fill in, but I couldn't. I was absolutely plastered to the door. I wanted to enter the room. I wanted to open the door and watch her. But the coward in me didn't let me move, afraid of what I might find in inside, scared that she would catch me eavesdropping and I would lose my job forever.
Just when I was convincing myself how much of a bad idea this was, the sexual noises my dream girl was making grew higher and higher. My hand trembled on the door knob. I breathed in and slow and quietly cracked the door open just enough to peek inside the dormitory.
My eyes immediately landed on the massive king sized bed, in which a naked figure laid. Jamie was sprawled on the mattress, her legs wide open; her left hand squeezed and played with her hard and erected nipples, while her right hand firmly held a buzzing vibrator against her soaked pussy.
