Sara stretched and looked at her watch. It was quarter after six and the office was quiet. Everyone else had left at the regular five o'clock quitting time, but Sara had files she needed to get through before she started the three days off she had given herself. Giving a big sigh of resignation, she went back to work. She did not want to have unfinished work on her mind when she started her birthday bang.
"Bang," now that was a good word to describe what she had planned to celebrate her fifty-eighth birthday. Sara had broken up with her last lover almost eight months before and was no longer finding self-gratification as satisfying as it usually was. So it was time to find someone to take care of her needs before she returned to work the following Monday. Five days should be enough time, if she found the right guy tonight.
At 7:45 Sara closed the last file and placed it in her "out" basket. She had planned ahead for leaving work late. She went into her office bathroom to change into the suede lilac skirt and sequined top she had hanging there. She stripped, taking the time to examine her naked body in the full length mirror on the door. She ran her hands over her body, cupping her full breasts. She bent down as her hands lifted one up, and sucked a nipple into her mouth. She lifted the other up to join it and took turns suckling on both of them, her teeth biting down until the pain was enough to make her moan. She turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and took the hand-held showerhead off the hanger and allowed the warm water to sluice against her body, spending time to tease her breasts while the stress of work slid from her body. Finally, she sat on the shower seat and turned the pulse spray between her legs. The shower or pulsating water hit at her clitoris until she felt her body tense with climbing urgency that lead to a shattering climax. It was a few moments before she was able to stand, turn off the water and return the showerhead to its holder. She got out of the shower and used a large fluffy towel to dry herself.
She changed into her clothes and a pair of light purple ankle boots; touched up her make-up and transferred her necessities from her work purse to her suede lilac bag. She removed the snood that was holding her hair up, and let her brunette waves cascade over her shoulder. A light spray of her favorite cologne and she was ready to go.
She locked her office door and made her way to the elevator. Her Mustang was parked in her parking spot; there were very few cars left on her level of the parking garage, but she never worried because security had cameras monitoring all levels and areas of the structure. Sara slid in behind the wheel, inserted the key and turned it. Nothing. She tried again. Damn, this was no way to start her prowl. Sighing heavily she reached for her cell phone. Checking her phonebook, she called the towing company she had used the last time her Mustang had died. The dispatcher who answered her call promised to have someone there with-in thirty minutes. There was nothing Sara could do but wait.
Sara sat behind the wheel, impatiently looking at her watch every couple of minutes. She heard the sound of an approaching vehicle, then one of the security trucks pulled up beside her car. Ted, the newest security personnel hired by her company, looked out the window. "Car trouble Mrs. Hart?"
Sara slid gracefully out of her car and walked over to the truck's driver side window. "The Mustang is dead, again. I've already called the towing company. They should be here in a few more minutes." Sara smiled at the younger man, trying to remember what she had read in his file when he had been hired. She remembered that he was a full-time college student, but couldn't recall his major. She thought he was unmarried, and glancing at his left hand she didn't see a ring, which didn't mean anything either. He had sandy colored hair and brown eyes. She wouldn't call him hansom, but rather masculine.
"Well Mrs. Hart, I think I'd better wait here with you until it gets here. Most everyone else has left." He flashed a grin. Sara step back as he opened the truck's door. "You are working late." He flashed another grin. "Now it looks like you are going to be late for where ever it is you are going." His eyes raked down her body, literally head to toe, and back up again. Sara wondered if it had been her imagination or had he spent extra time staring at her low, revealing neckline where her breasts creamed up over her dΓ©colletage.