By the time the following Wednesday rolled around, Sue was feeling much better.
She had managed to convince herself that what had happened to her probably happened to many people at least once. The thing to do was to never let it happen again.
She would ignore Barry Fields from now on. She didn't need him, or his good opinion. She couldn't be held responsible for one drunken mistake in a lifetime of good behavior.
Wednesday was the day Ken Adler came back from his sales trip.
Ken was the best up-and-coming young salesman in the office. And the best-looking. Sue had had a crush on Ken for a long time. She had never done anything about it. It angered her that with the very man who wanted to get to know, she was tongue-tied. When he looked at her with his big brown eyes, she melted inside. She knew he was a bit of a rake, but she didn't care. Men were supposed to be like that.
Women were the ones who had to impose the limits on them. That was where she had failed with Barry. She hadn't set the limits from the very beginning.
As she watched Ken talking and laughing with the office staff at the other end of the room, a shudder ran through her. She would die if Ken ever found out what she had done with Barry! On their first date! More than anyone else's, she wanted Ken's respect.
She smoothed her bun into place and removed her glasses when she saw him coming toward her.
"Hi, beautiful," he greeted her. "You been good while I was gone?" He perched on the corner of her desk.
For a moment Sue was frightened. Could he have found out?
The friendly admiring look in his big brown eyes reassured her. Surely he could never look that way at a woman he knew had acted as she had.
"I'm always good, Ken," she said rather primly. She could have kicked herself for her prudish remark. She should have said something funny! Gosh, when would she ever learn to be more relaxed with people!
"Glad to hear it, baby! I want you to save yourself for me. Listen, why don't you come out for dinner with me Friday night? You'd be doing a lonely man a great favor." He smiled at her.
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Ken," she said, and then could have kicked herself. "I'm busy Friday."
"Oh… okay." He seemed disappointed. "Maybe another time. Well, I'll see you later, beautiful. Take good care of yourself."
As she watched him cross the room, Sue bit her lip fiercely. She had just given up the dream of a lifetime for her bridge-club meeting. Gosh, she could play bridge anytime!
Oh well, she consoled herself. At least, this way, he won't think I'm easy to get. A man appreciates something he has to work for.
But that thought was cold consolation as she watched him sit on Greta's desk, the office receptionist. Was he asking her out too? she thought bitterly. Oh, I hope he asks me out again. I'll just die if he doesn't!
The morning seemed to drag after that. Everyone else went out for lunch on the stroke of twelve, but Sue decided to stay behind and catch up on some work. She was too depressed to listen to the silly gossip of the other girls in the office.
Fifteen minutes into lunch hour, Sue found she was out of correcting fluid. As head typist she had a key to the supply room. The receptionist kept the other key.
She entered the large dimly-lit room where all the office supplies were kept as well as the company's old files and records. It was like being in a dusty library. The room had no windows. She started to head for the cupboard where odds and ends were kept.
She stopped short as the sound of voices assailed her ears.
"Oh Ken… do it to me, Ken! It feels so good!" a woman's voice exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, baby," the male voice replied.
"Jee-zuz, it's hot and sweet up there. Christ, sweet pussy, baby!"
Curiosity got the better of her surprise, and Sue began to move stealthily forward. She peeked through the rows of files on one shelf into the next aisle.
The sight that greeted her made her eyes glow and her mouth open with amazement.
Greta, the receptionist, had her dress hiked up over her hips. Her pussy was bare, giving easy access to Ken Adler's groping fingers!
Ken! Sue's anguish was intense. This was all she had meant to him. As soon as she turned him down, he went and found a woman who would let him play with her right in the office!
She started to turn away, but her attention was caught by the lewd sight of his lust-slickened fingers skewering the girl's hair-fined cunt. Greta's pussy was churning up to meet his hand. She was leaning against the shelves behind her, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her lips were parted, sensuous looking, coated with a thin sheen of her saliva.
What a slut! Sue thought angrily. She had never called anyone a name like that in her life. But her jealousy called for drastic measures. Greta had stolen the attentions of the man she wanted for her own. That made her a slut in Sue's eyes.
The watching brunette felt her own pussy-slit moistening with excitement as she continued to watch the lewd scene on the other side of the shelves. She premed her thighs together to try to smother the treacherous feelings brewing there.
"Oh Gawd, Ken, fuck me with your fingers! It's delicious! Do it for me, baby!" Her blonde curls bobbed atop her head as her head foil back in erotic unconsciousness.
"I've got something even better for you, Greta," he told her in a voice thick with lust. He fell to his knees in front of her and reached for the hairy folds of her cunt.
He parted the lips carefully, then moved in with his tongue. He stabbed her hardened clitoris with its rubbery tip. Then he circled the hard little nubbin again and again with his lips, his tongue, his whole mouth.
"Aaaiieeee! Oh, Ken! Ken darling! It's won-n-n-derfull!"
Sue bristled with jealousy when she heard her rival call the handsome salesman "darling". But still she was more titillated than revolted. She knew her own clitoris must be hard and swollen inside her panties. She could feel the moisture seeping between her pussy-lips.
What does it feel like to have a man's mouth on your pussy? She asked herself wonderingly. It looks like it feels awfully good!
Greta was running her tongue fitfully over her full tits as though she were relishing the taste, of what was happening to her, as well as the feel. Her eyes were closed. Her head rocked heedlessly from side to aside against the shelves. Greta kept writhing.
"Suck my pussy, Ken!" she encouraged the kneeling man in a groaning half-whisper. "Ahhh shit, it's soooo good!"
The attractive receptionist began to hump her hips forward into his face. She was obviously trying to force his tongue deep into her cunt. She reached down and gripped his hair – the thick chestnut hair Sue admired so much. She guided his mouth back and forth along her cunt-slit.
"Yeahhh… that's the way… that's the way, baby!"
"You've got a sweet-tasting cunt, Greta," Ken told her lewdly. "It's wet as hell, you know that? You're real excited, aren't you, baby?"
"Yessss," she moaned. "Oh yessss!"
Combined with the disgust she felt at her idol's lewdness, Sue felt a growing titillation up between her thighs. Scarcely thinking about what she did, she pulled her skirt up and slipped a hand up inside. She began to rub the panty-covered slit of her crotch. It was wet with her excitement.
Slowly, with growing arousal, the young brunette began to massage her cunt through her panties. She wanted to groan aloud as she felt her fingers gaze over the swollen, sensitive peak of her clitoris.
Her body was excited! Excited by the obscene coupling going on in the next aisle.
"Aaaiiieee! Oh Gawd! Your tongue feels so good in my pussy, lover," Greta groaned. Her hips worked back and forth against the man's face. Her whole body was undulating with impassioned enthusiasm.
Watching the other woman's response quickened Sue's own arousal. Throwing caution to the winds, she snaked a finger inside her panties and shoved it deep into her pussy-hole.
"Nnnnnn…" She just managed to stifle a moan that rose to her lips. The young voyeur couldn't remember ever being this excited before. The forbidden thrill of watching two people making love, unseen, was making her cunt throb with passion.
Forgotten now was the hurt she had felt when she first discovered the pair. She forgot about her own feeling for Ken. Her attention was focused on the sexual scenario going on between the salesman and the receptionist.
Her finger flew with wild abandon in and out of her wet needing cunt. She held the crotchband of her panties aside with her free hand to give her greater freedom of movement in her greedy hole.
"Oh Ken! Oh Ken! Do it to me, baby!" Greta murmured obscene encouragement to the man whose mouth worked so tantalizingly along her aroused genitals.
"Jee-zuz, Greta, I can't take it any more! I've got to fuck you, baby!"
Sue watched Ken rise to his feet and open his fly. Her mouth fell open in admiration as she gazed on the thick swollen shaft of his cock. It seemed so big!
The throbbing in her cunt increased as Sue watched him guide his cock between Greta's thighs and into the wet welcoming passage of her pussy.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" the receptionist wailed. "Oh Christ! Your cock feels so good in me, Ken!"
"Hnnnnhh!" he moaned. "Your cunt feels good too, baby! Aaahhh… yeahhhh… real good!"
He began to thrust his prick in and out of her cunt. Sue strained her eyes to catch the gleam of moisture that coated his swollen instrument. As her finger penetrated her cunt, she wondered what it would be like to feel him hot and hard inside her.
Once again, her earlier jealousy of Greta surged to the fore. Greta had him now because she had been honest with him. She had told him what she wanted, and she was getting it.
Gawd, I'd love to feel his cock in me. Sue thought recklessly. In her mind's eye, she imagined how it would be between her and Ken. Not wild and primitive like this. But long… he would love her. She still believed there should be love between a man and a woman before there was sex.
"Oh Jee-zuz, such a nice hard cock," Greta was groaning. She looked like a shameless whore, leaning against the file shelves, her face wreathed in a sultry grin. She was fully clothed but for her cunt. That made her look particularly wanton.
Sue's finger continued to skewer her wet cunt as she watched the older couple fucking furiously in the office storeroom.
For a moment the young brunette began to worry about the time. It must be getting close to one, when the other employees would be coming beck to their jobs.
What if someone should come into the store mom and catch the three of them engaged in their lewd sexual activity!
She would be most guilty of all! She was the Peeping Tom! Surely there was nothing more depraved than watching others making love… and getting excited by it!
Strangely enough, the very thought of her own depravity only helped fuel the fires of Sue's building lust. Her finger picked up its pace inside her pussy. In her frustration, she sent a second finger up to join the first.
Her cunt needed more! It needed all the hard filling pressure it could get!
As Sue watched, Greta's hips seemed to move more and more wildly forward to meet Ken's cock. She was obviously on the brink of losing all control over her feverish responses.
"Anaaaggghhh! Oh Jeez… it's so thick and hard inside me, Ken! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
"Oh yeah, baby," he grunted. He held her tight, his face buried in her neck as he impaled her again and again with his throbbing cock. "Christ yeah… I want to fuck you harder! I want to fuck you till I fill you up with the thick sweet cum!"
Sue could tell by the urgent pumping of his hips, by the thick catch in his voice, that he wouldn't be able to go on much longer. The sexy receptionist was driving him to the outer limits of lustful abandon.
The brunette closed her eyes for a minute. She imagined her finger was Ken's cock skewering her cunt. She imagined Greta's eager grunts were her own. The idea was intensely titillating. Her pussy was soaking wet, coating her hand with her juices.
"Hnnnhh… ooooh… aaaaahhhhh!" Greta moaned.
And with every lewd grunt, the watching Sue shoved her own fingers deeper and harder into her aching cunt. She could feel her pussy-walls clinging to her fingers. It thrilled her to feel her hole opening up as she became more and more inebriated with lust.
"Christ, woman… move it! Move that sweet cunt of yours!" Ken grunted. His voice was scarcely recognizable, so distorted was it by his need.
The couple writhed and churned and groaned for several moments longer. Sue kept up with them all the way, her fingers dealing perverse excitement to her greedy cunt.
Then all at once the atmosphere in the room moved from passionate to frantic.
"Oh… Do it! Do it… fuck meeeeee!" Greta moaned.
"Jee-zuz… oh yeah, baby… sooo good… Christ, I'm cummming!" Ken told her urgently.
"Ooooohh, me tooo, baby… Aaiiiieeeeee!"
Sue watched the receptionist's face become distorted with painful ecstasy as she rode out the tide of her orgasm. Realizing the couple was cumming as a result of their obscene coupling in the store room, Sue began to climax.
She drove her cunt hard against the palm of her hand and bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. It felt as though her clitoris were exploding into a thousand little particles of wrenching sensation!
Sue had never had an orgasm like it!
She had never been this excited before!
As soon as she was able to, the brunette tiptoed out of the store room and headed for her desk. Not a moment too soon! The office girls came traipsing back into the room just as she flicked the switch of her electric typewriter.
"Sue, you should have come with us!" one of them told her. "We went to Dobson's and had terrific chiliburgers!"
"Gee, I'm sorry I missed it," Sue replied. She hoped the others wouldn't notice the hoarse strain in her voice. Her cunt was still throbbing inside her panties.
Sue tried to involve herself with her work. It was no use. She kept watching the supply-room door to see Greta and Ken emerge. They finally came out, one at a time, a few minutes apart. Each looked calm and self-possessed.
The brunette was amazed at their self-control. Now that her lewd experience was over, she began to feel shaky and a little nauseous.
My gosh, what have I done? Wow… maybe I'm a pervert and never even knew it till now!
Taut nerves made Sue feel so miserable that she was forced to ask for the rest of the afternoon off.
When she got home, she fixed herself a generous portion of brandy on the rocks.
Sue wasn't one for home remedies. But she figured the occasion called for drastic action. She had some serious thinking to do. She wasn't sure if she could face it sober.