Chapter 4
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Meanwhile Stephanie wandered to the back room. She stepped into her sanctuary and firmly shut the door behind herself. Just in case she did start bawling her eyes out, she didn’t want her partner sneaking up on her in that embarrassing moment. The young woman turned around and glanced over her workshop.
The high ceiling overhead was dotted at equal intervals opposite the entrance with long, squat windows that gave her a great view of the night sky. They allowed enough light she didn’t even need to switch on any artificial lights until she needed to work. Down below on the hard paved floor sat four roughly hewn wooden tables spread out in a square area. On each of their tops was a specific project for a specific client, that was as organized as she could get herself. All the final work was designed on a computer, but she still did the initial layouts using good old-fashioned drawing tools. Hanging florescent tubes lit enough of the center of the room that she could work all night if she wanted.
Right now, though, she just tossed the plans onto the nearest table and leaned her butt up against the rough wood. She looked down at the floor, but her eyes showed she was in deep thought about her predicament. She didn’t want the divorce, but she knew any sort of messed up, take-only relationship wouldn’t last much longer with the cloth pulled from her eyes.
“Maybe I should give him a second chance,” she softly mused to herself. She was willing to try anything to avoid the final decision. “Maybe he’ll change…”
Stephanie didn’t sound so convinced, even to herself. She sighed and shook her head. That’s when she noticed her shadow on the ground. She smiled and raised her arm to wave at herself. The waning moon was still bright enough to cast the dark reflection of her hand moving on the ground.
Stephanie turned around and glanced up at the musty old windows. They hadn’t been cleaned in a while because they were so high up, but tonight they could have been crystal clear, so bright was the moon to her eyes. Her eyes reflected the crescent orb in the sky and she felt that pull build up inside of herself. She pushed off from the table and slowly stepped closer to the windows.
They were too high for her to reach the sills and if she stood just beneath them the wall was tall enough it would obscure her view of the outside. Thus she stopped at the final row of tables and placed her hands down upon one of them. She leaned over and gazed at the enticing moon.
Stephanie basked in those soft rays of light, and the sensual heat in her body swelled to an agonizing height. She groaned and leaned forward still further to rub against the stiff, hard wood of the table. Her pants filled the air as she felt her clothes stretch and tighten. Each passing moment she grew closer to the fulfillment of pleasure, and a wide, ecstatic smile spread across her panting lips. She tilted her head back and exposed her firm breasts to the moon in sacrifice to its majesty. She could feel herself sliding toward the edge of oblivion as she pushed faster against the table. So close. She could feel that wonderful tightening.
Then there was a knock on the door. She almost cried out in frustration, but she managed to shut her mouth just in time. The hot, sweaty young woman glanced over her shoulder at the door.
“Yes?” she breathed out.
“I was just wanting to ask if you had any other receipts to give to me,” Chuck called through the portal. “You know, so I can finish billing that trip.”
“No, I gave you all of mine,” she panted.
Stephanie couldn’t stop herself as her hips started to move again. Neither hell nor interruption would stop this joyous lust. Her hand reached up to massage her pert, sensitive breast. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the luscious feeling of self-gratification.
“All right,” her partner replied, and she nearly laughed for joy when she heard his footsteps walk away.
She glanced back up at the moon, and those beams shot back down to her. With her free hand she gripped the table and rubbed faster against the corner.
“Yes. Yes,” came her soft mantra. Her voice grew hoarse and her tongue seductively slid out to wetten her parched lips.
The ache deep inside of her grew stronger. The stronger it became, the more she desired the finish. Her hand snaked inside her shirt and she clutched at her breast as she felt the end come nearer. Her eyes opened wide to take in all the glorious view of the moon as she felt the heat rise to an unbearable level.
Then a blinding light flashed across her vision and her mouth opened in a silent cry of wonderment. Her legs buckled and she barely caught the table as she suddenly fell to the ground. It slowed the sudden stop as she hit the hard floor. Her breathing was rapid and her heart rate was out of control, but her flushed face and shining eyes told of her delight.
Stephanie felt sticky from the sweat, and she was also exhausted from the delicious trial. She used the edge of the table to struggle to her feet, and she felt her strength slowing returning as she stood. Her eyes glanced over the plans for work, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus. Not after that wonderful experience. With her focus destroyed, the only other option she had would be to return home. Now, with her mind swimming with joy, she felt she could face her indifferent husband.
She tried to fix herself up as well as she could manage, and then she braved the front office. Her partner’s scrutinizing gaze looked her over as she walked passed to her own desk.
“You feeling okay?” he slowly asked. “You look, well, different.”
“Yeah, not bad,” she truthfully replied. She grabbed her wallet and car keys off the desk. “And I think I’m ready to go face Bob.”
“You sure? He’ll probably try to get into your good graces again,” Chuck warned her.
“I know, but I think I can handle it,” she reassured him. “See you tomorrow, bright and early,” she repeated her teasing warning from earlier.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Chuck groaned. He would never be a morning person like her.
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