If you haven't read any others in this series, chapter 2 at least would set this chapter in context.
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Diana dismissed the very notion to begin with. It seemed too risky a way to have sex with Thomas, her twenty-year old virgin neighbour whom she had seduced. If it were discovered she would lose her reputation, and even if she kept her job she would find her position untenable.
But the notion was not so easily dismissed. It kept recurring. And each time it did, it sent another root down into her mind where it began to grow.
There was an element of risk to it; but then there was also a risk in having quickie sex in her house after her husband Keith had left for work. There was a degree of risk, too in booking into a motel for more leisurely sex -- it carried the risk of being recognised there or on her way there or back. And there was also something very naughty -- deliciously so -- about the notion. The danger was slight, but real nevertheless. It sent a thrill of excitement through her.
And the risk was small. After all, she mused, she was due to work overtime the following Tuesday night. It was a regular task of hers every three months to collate the previous quarter's figures and put them into a report for the partners of the firm.
Nobody else worked overtime with her. It was her individual task. She would be in the office alone. Alone in the whole building. Or not -- if she chose to have Thomas join her. The risk of being discovered was minimal.
She still resisted the idea, though. She looked for rational objections, but the truth of the matter was simply that she found it shocking and pushing the boundary a little too far.
She knew it deep down. That was why her mind kept throwing back a counter-argument against each objection that she raised. So in the end she had her instinctive reservations against it and nothing else.
Moreover, she had to admit that the idea had a lot to commend it. She liked the idea of role-play and a motel room offered limited scope for variety. To invite Thomas to join her after hours in the office where she worked would offer considerable scope for office sex. Besides -- she admitted to herself begrudgingly -- even though Thomas was kind enough to go halves on the motel room hire, the cost still added up. So, with a few palpitations in her stomach, she had to admit defeat -- or, she thought with a smile, was it victory?
She broached it with her near-virgin lover one morning in the car as she drove. He blushed bright red and could barely contain his excitement.
As always, Diana was very cautious and very anxious that nothing should arouse suspicion. For example, as with their motel visits, they needed to arrive home separately and with a good time interval between. Moreover he would need to think up a plausible excuse to his parents for being home late.
Given his shyness and slight nerdiness this was easier said than done, but after some debate over the next few days they decided on his supposed attendance at a leaving do for someone in the office where he worked. He tended to speak little about colleagues at home, and as his parents knew none of them, it seemed a reasonable story.
Diana was increasingly nervous and excited as the day drew near. As well as offering her the opportunity for sex that she was planning, being one of just three keyholders enabled her to arrive at work early one or two mornings to do some preparation on the report. So on the evening in question there would be little work and much play.
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When the great day arrived she had difficulty keeping focussed and casual. The problem got worse as the day progressed. But as well as the growing excitement with each passing hour there were other aspects of her elation.
First and foremost was the nagging fear of being discovered and of the serious trouble, scandal -- and unbearable snide gossip and giggles -- that would ensue. Secondly there was the delicious feeling of having a secret that nobody in a hundred years would ever suspect of her. Diana the staid, Diana the dutiful wife, Diana the reliable, Diana the rather boring... she knew how some of her colleagues considered her, especially some of the younger ones, and her younger female co-workers in particular. She found herself having to stifle grins as she thought to herself, "Ha! If only you knew the half of it!"
Since her determination to liberate herself from her loss of self esteem she had begun to wear clothes for work that, while still conservative, were a little smarter, a little more eye-catching than before. She got a buzz to be turning one or two male heads; it had not happened for many years.
And, despite the nagging doubts and fears, she found herself glancing round the office at her colleagues from time to time. Then she cast her eyes down to her handbag. Inside, hidden in her purse were three condoms. And inside her shopping bag, carefully wrapped inside a thick white plastic bag was a change of panties, and another skirt and blouse. And a change of shoes.
She glanced around again at her colleagues. How dumbfounded they would be if they knew what she had hidden -- and where and when they were due to be used! And as Diana looked casually around, it was even juicier than she anticipated to picture her and Thomas, her near-virgin, half-her-age lover, doing it on this desk or that chair. She urged herself to re-focus on her work.
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Thomas' own excitement prevented him from considering Diana's, but in fact his feelings and thoughts mirrored hers. He knew that he was perceived in his workplace as something of a nerd, though he evoked pity rather than mockery. He had once let it slip that he had never had a girlfriend and immediately wished he hadn't.
But now his confidence was increasing. He had someone special after all. Not a girlfriend but -- to him, better still -- a ladyfriend. A mature ladyfriend. A mature, MARRIED ladyfriend. And a mature, married ladyfriend with whom he was having sex. Secretive but regular sex, in fact.
So the pity and slight fun that people made of him were now unwarranted. In a matter of weeks he had been catapulted out of his virginity. And he found himself smirking to himself -- especially on those days when he was due to have sex with Diana in a motel after work, and even more so on mornings when he arrived at work just half an hour or so after sex with her. Like Diana he savoured the secrecy of his affair and the fact that nobody would ever imagine it of him. It gave him a powerful thrill.
When one or two of his workmates bragged about the football match they had attended the previous evening his stomach fluttered with excitement. "I can beat that!" he felt like retorting. "Just half an hour ago I was coming in the mouth of my sexy, married neighbour!"
But of course he didn't. He never would do so. But it remained true, and its power to shock to the core everyone he worked with remained a real thrill. And tonight... tonight was going to be something else.
Thomas loved the quickie sex with Diana. He loved its sordid nature, loved the cloak-and-dagger, behind-the-respectable-curtains nature of it. He liked the lack of foreplay, straight-down-to-it and still half-clothed aspect of it, and in particular he liked the way that Diana got straight into it. He respected her and genuinely liked her greatly, but the hurried nature of these occasions seemed to lend a sluttiness to her behaviour, at least in his mind.
But there was no denying that the more leisurely times they spent together were more special. He relished the intimacy, the slow build-up, the kissing and cuddling, and the sensual feel of her skin against his. But he had fantasised about her in various settings and scenarios, and a motel room was not entirely conducive to some of his fantasies.
In particular he had often imagined himself as one of her colleagues, secretly admiring and checking her out across the office and, maybe -- though until recently it had seemed a vain imaginary thing that could never come to fruition -- maybe being invited by her to stay behind and assist her. Then -- so his thoughts had often raced -- maybe, maybe he would pluck up the courage to run his fingers inside her skirt hem or down her blouse neckline. Or maybe -- and he had often masturbated to this thought -- maybe this sexy lady with her beaming face and soft voice would take his hand in hers and lead it herself to one intimate part or other of her mature but sexy body.
And now -- with the clock ticking -- such very workplace fantasies were just hours away!
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Diana tried not to keep looking at her watch. It just made the time drag more slowly. It was difficult not to, though. And each time she did, a flutter went through her. As five o'clock approached she made herself eat the sandwich she had bought earlier. Her mind was in overdrive as the pace in the office around her started to slow down a little.
She nodded appreciatively at the one or two sympathetic grimaces and guilty comments from some of her colleagues as they sympathised with her need to remain behind. She fought back a smile and tried to maintain a resigned expression.
She ran off a print from the computer system. It would not contain quite all the data she would need, but it would contain much of it. She checked through it and updated her spreadsheet as far as she could. Her heart fluttered again. She reckoned now that to compile the final report after the computer system shut down for the end of the working day and month would not take more than about three quarters of an hour. Which left plenty of time to play.
It was now five-twenty.
At last -- at long, long last -- the last of her colleagues left for the day. Diana locked the door after them and went to the toilet. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, washed her face, and changed into some fresh panties. She lightly sprayed some deodorant under her arms and applied some perfume behind her ears.
Then she headed back to her desk. It was no good trying to look at the report she needed to prepare now. To concentrate was impossible.
Her workplace did not permit mobile phones to be switched on in office hours but she had switched hers on as soon as she had locked the door behind her colleagues, and now -- for the third time -- she made sure she had indeed done so. It was an old pay-as-you-go handset that she used purely for speaking to Thomas, and she had told her husband Keith it was for work purposes.
Thomas usually finished work at five, but they had arranged for him to arrive just before six, when there would be fewer people around and when the neighbouring business premises would all likewise have finished work for the day. She headed along the corridor to check out the two other rooms she planned to use. It was a useful way to fill the time. She also went downstairs to check that she had definitely locked the front door to the office, and returned to her own office again to await the desperately awaited call from Thomas.
Five-fifty-two. With her mobile clutched in her hand, she waited in the narrow corridor near the back door to the office. It remained locked during the day but most people used it on arrival at work for the day. It avoided having the front door open and having clients call in before the office was ready for business. The top quarter or so was of opaque and wired glass. It did not afford a view outside but she could picture the scene: a half-open courtyard with a few ornamental trees and shrubs. It was private and not overlooked, especially at this time of the day. It was the perfect entrance for an illicit visitor.
Although she was expecting it, the ringing of her mobile startled her. She knew her voice must sound flustered, but it did not matter.
"Hello?"
