Monica had spent the day dreading going home. Her fear came from the conviction that someone waited for her in her house. She didn't know who he was, or how he would be there but she knew that he would be there. Last night she had been attacked by the stranger and made to be so...wanton. When she awoke this morning there had been no one in her house but her, and everything was in order. It was as if what had happened the night before had all been a dream. There were not even any marks on her breast where he had bitten her. But in her heart she knew he would be there.
Being a busy woman, she had plenty to do, plenty to keep her occupied. All day long she had tried to find things to occupy her evening. She had asked a couple of her friends at work if they wanted to go out for a drink and have some fun after work but they had all declined, being busy with one thing or another. With increasing dread Monica looked out of her cubicle window and watched the sun approach the horizon, and eventually sink beneath its line.
Shortly after the sky was dark, a growing itch started in her mind. Trying desperately to complete the work she was trying to concentrate on, she became aware that her nipples were erect of their own accord. Her pussy was wet, and her clitoris had begun to emit its own little buzz. Her cubicle, which normally felt pleasantly cool to her, began to feel stifling hot. She found her mind wandering, until with a start she realized that unconsciously she had begun to run her pen around the straining peaks of her areola, the one where he had bitten her.
Standing up so swiftly Monica knocked her chair over. Turning to stand it up she brushed a pile of papers that also fell to the floor. Disgusted with her senseless reaction, she got down to pick up the papers with a deep felt curse. Down the hall she heard the soft foot steps of someone coming toward her.
"Monica? Is everything o.k.?" Questioned her secretary Lisa.
"I'm fine Lisa. I just made a mess." Monica replied, looking over her shoulder at her dark haired friend. Lisa was twenty-three and cute. Long dark brown hair framed a smooth tanned face, over a moderate bust and shapely curves. Lisa's lips were colored with a bright shade of lipstick, making her succulent mouth stand out. What would Lisa's mouth taste like? Does Lisa taste as good as she looks? Looking at the woman over her shoulder, Monica felt her pussy throb with heat. An unnerving urge to go kiss her and find out formed unbidden in the back of her mind.
Startled by the reaction, Monica frantically began to pick up the papers in an effort not to look at the woman again. You are not into women! Monica yelled to herself. With a sense of fear Monica realized that Lisa was coming closer to her, could smell the sweet electric scent of the secretaries perfume making her breath come just a little faster and things tighten deep inside her body. A burning throb had started in her loins, and there was a building sense of pressure coming from her loins.
Lisa knelt down and began gathering up the papers with her boss. The frantic motions of this woman who was normally so calm and in control had the young woman concerned. Getting the last of the papers together, Lisa grabbed the manila file and placed them back into it, looking up to see if Monica had hers evened up, ready to put away. It took her a second, but Lisa realized that Monica had been looking down her top. Surprised, Lisa didn't know what to think. The young secretary was used to men looking down her top, but not many women were so bold as to be looking, even if they were interested. On impulse Lisa reached out and took Monica by the hand, grasping it over top of the papers.
"Let me take these from you." Lisa said with a smile.
At the touch from the brunette Monica gasped, the feel of Lisa's hot hand covering her own exquisite. The heat seemed to transfer itself directly to Monica's swollen bosom. Monica could only kneel there grasping her lip between her teeth, head swirling at the sensation running up and down her body. Lisa took the papers from Monica and put them in the folder, then placed them on the nearby desk.
Using her now empty other hand Lisa helped Monica stand. Lisa noticed that Monica's face was flushed, and unless she missed her guess, Monica had a serious case of THO. With a look of concern, Lisa touched Monica's face.
"Is everything all right Ms. Preston? You seem very flushed all of a sudden." Lisa asked.
"I'm...fine." Monica responds. "I'm just feeling very strange suddenly."
"Strange how? You mean like your dizzy or something?"
"No...everything is crystal clear. I just don't normally feel like this." Monica said trying hard not to look Lisa in the eye as she said it.
"What do you feel like? You're being really vague. You could actually be feeling good and just not admitting it." Lisa joked, trying to get her friend to express what was going on.
"I don't want to explain it." Monica said.
