It was still dark out when Tami pulled out of her driveway as she headed off to work. There was an icy wind blowing that became just less than a roar when she got downtown and the tall buildings funneled it through the narrow city streets. It was an overcast, miserably cold morning.
She hurried from her car into the embracing warmth of the building. Once inside she rode the elevator to her floor and went straight to her office shedding her winter outer-wear. She grabbed her coffee mug and stopped to fill it on her way to Jonathan's office.
His office door stood open and he noticed her just as she entered and softly closed the door behind her. "You were right," she said without preamble, a little color coming to her cheeks. "It was incredibly...arousing driving home last night without my panties."
He smiled. It was a knowing smile, a smile that caused her to blush.
"Incredibly arousing? Did you do anything about it?" He asked, remaining seated behind his desk, leaning back into his chair, settling in for her story.
Tami looked down at her feet, unable to meet his gaze when she answered him. "Yes."
"And what exactly would that have been? Tell me what you did when you became aroused." He instructed her, sounding like a professor teaching a promising student an important lesson.
"I masturbated," still looking at her shoes.
"Tell me about it."
"I couldn't help myself. The more I tried not to think about it the hotter I got," she paused. "I...I slid my hand up my dress and fingered myself and that just made me hotter. I couldn't believe hot wet I was. Just knowing that I was playing with myself with complete strangers sitting in cars next to mine...it was incredible," she said, feeling the excitement settling into her loins as she recalled the experience.
"Did you orgasm?"
"Yes."
"Tell me," he gently ordered.
"When I got home, I sat in my car in the garage and finished. It was an arousing experience. Thank you," she said, looking up at him now, her face still shaded crimson with her embarrassment.
Her gratitude surprised Jonathan. "You're quite welcome. About last night..."
She held up a hand, silencing him. "What happened last night was...wonderful, but we can't let it happen again. We're both still married and I can't cheat...I won't do that again."
"Are you still thinking about leaving him?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm considering it. If I do, and if we get a divorce...well..."
"Yeah, well...I'll be right here."
She gave him a crooked, 'I'll bet you will be' smile. "I'm going to go and get started for the day, I just wanted to thank you for introducing me to...something new."
"It was my pleasure," he said, a lustfully, longing look on his face.
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Even though Tami had informed Jonathan that she wouldn't do anything more with him, and as much as she tried to convince herself that what she was doing was the right thing, she found that she still wanted him. Every time she saw him around the office, or God help her, when she had to work closely with him, she found herself longing to be in his arms, to kiss him, to give up all resistance and offer herself up to him.
Refusing to give in and denying these thoughts wasn't an easy task for her. Over the past two weeks she'd spent more than one evening alone, locked in her bathroom, relaxing in the bathtub while she feverishly rubbed and fingered her wet, horny pussy, while re-running the night she'd spent with Jonathan through her mind, again and again.
Tami arrived for work after not sleeping well. She had tossed and turned, thinking about Russ, about her and Jonathan, about separation and even divorce. Decision day was fast approaching.
When she entered her office she immediately noted an elegantly gift wrapped box resting in the middle of her desk. She looked around, not expecting to see anyone, but looking, none-the –less.
She took the envelope that was tucked under a ribbon and opened it, the note inside was neatly printed: 'A beautiful woman should wear beautiful things, even when no one else knows'. Nothing else. She flipped it over but there wasn't anything else on the back.
Tami stood and looked at the gift, scrutinizing it, wondering what it held, afraid to open it, yet excited by the prospect of the contents held within.
She closed her office door and returned to her desk, picked up the package and began slowly tearing the gift paper from the box. Once she'd removed all of the paper, she popped the box open and set it down on her desk. She then delicately unfolded the tissue paper she found inside the box to reveal a very sexy, fire engine-red lingerie set consisting of a lacy bra, panties and garter belt along with a set of sheer, tan stockings.
She stepped back, looking down at the beautiful undergarments, her pulse was thundering with a new exciting thought: this had to have come from Jonathan.
Curiously she reached down and picked up the bra and looked at the tag. 34B! Oh my God, he got it right. But how? She picked up the panties; they were also the correct size!
She shook her head. That man is amazing.
Tami put everything back into the box, closed it up, and placed it in a desk drawer. She then headed for Jonathan's office.
Once she reached his office she quietly closed the door behind her. "Did you leave something in my office?"
"Like what?" Jonathan innocently asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something very intimate?" Tami quietly replied.
