Chapter 5: Resolution
Sarah stepped into the bathroom, a haven of calm tranquility. The sound of water rushing from the faucet filled the room with a soothing melody, and the scent of lavender from the body wash mingled with the warmth of the steam.
As she undressed, Sarah couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her. She had barely managed to stifle her screams of pleasure in the storeroom earlier, and the clandestine encounter in her office had left her feeling exhilarated and overwhelmed.
Sarah turned off the faucet and stepped into the large bathtub, sinking into the warm, soapy water with a sigh. The heat of the bath enveloped her in its luxurious embrace, and she closed her eyes, savoring the peace and quiet it offered.
Her mind, however, still buzzed with the echoes of pleasure she had just experienced. The thought of having been caught in the act unleashed a surge of adrenaline that coursed through her veins.
The lavender-scented steam hovering around her was just thick enough to obscure the edge of the enormous soaking tub, making her feel as though she were floating in her own private oasis.
The hot water was a welcome relief after the shocking cold of the air-conditioned office, and she could feel the tension melting out of her sore muscles. The sense of release had begun with her earlier orgasms, but now, submerged in bubbling, fragrant water, Sarah felt fully relaxed for the first time all day.
She lay back, her head resting on a slightly deflated rubber pillow, and closed her eyes. The pleasure she'd experienced had left her both spent and tingling, and her mind wandered as her fingers traced abstract patterns over the suds that lapped at her chest.
For just a moment, her thoughts turned to her husband, Ted, but found herself uninterested in imagining his hands on her body or his whispers in her ear. She had come twice already in the office, but Sarah craved more. She craved something new and exciting - something forbidden.
Her mind wandered to her colleague, the young man with the mop of dark curls and glasses. She imagined him there, in the bathroom with her, his lean body wet and naked.
Her hand drifted down, her fingers tracing over the smooth skin of her stomach, circling her navel before finally finding their way between her legs. Sarah was already slick with desire, her pussy throbbing for attention.
With trembling fingers, she parted her lips and began to softly circle her clit.
It was already swollen with arousal, the sensitive nub begging for attention. Images of her dark-haired colleague's lean, wet body flashed through her mind, and in that imaginary embrace, she let go.
Sarah slipped two fingers inside herself, letting the water's warmth blend with her own heat. She began to move her fingers in a slow rhythm, mimicking the act of lovemaking as she continued to softly strum her clit.
The steam rising around her was like a fog of anticipation, as Sarah's breath quickened.
Her hand moved with more purpose now, plunging deeper into herself, exploring the depths as if seeking something she couldn't quite name.
Her mind teetered on the edge of fantasy and reality, the image of her dark-haired colleague becoming indistinguishable from the phantasm of her pleasure-addled brain. And unbidden, she imagined his voice in her ear, whispering filthy obscenities as he took her, claimed her, left no inch of her body untouched.
The guttural cries of desire thatfilled the silence between her thoughts spilled out of her lips.
Sarah arched her back, guttural cries of desire escaping her throat as her hips thrust forward in time with the rhythm of her fingers. The hot water around her body seemed to hum with an energy of its own, a versus of heat that matched her feverish panting.
As the walls of her chamber blurred into obscurity, a fresh fervor surged through Sarah, an urgency that demanded she find release.
With a feral growl, she dove into the water, the force of her plunge sending the widely dispersed bubbles scattering to the wall. Her hand remained anchored between her legs, sliding firmly along the length of her sopping pussy as she breathed raggedly, her chest heaving.
Her mind fixated on the image of her dark-haired colleague, the one whom she'd fixated upon since seeing him in the storage room. Joe was his name, a man younger than her with dark hair and intense blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.
Sarah groaned as the image of him, dripping wet and completely naked, surfaced in her mind. His hands roamed over her body while she writhed beneath him. She could almost feel his lips upon her neck and her breasts, leaving a trail of kisses as his hands explored every curve and edge.
Her fingers pumped harder and faster as she imagined him whispering filthy words into her ear, driving her wild with desire.
The sound of her own wetness filled the bathroom, and she couldn't suppress the moans that escaped her lips as her climax built.
Joe's lips found hers, and they kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining as their bodies writhed together. His fingers found their way to her pussy, and he slipped them inside of her with ease, drawing yet another gasp from her lips.
Sarah could feel her orgasm building, and as she fucked herself with her fingers, she imagined Joe was doing the same.
With every plunge, she pictured his cock thrusting into her needy pussy, and the thought of him pushing deep inside her was what finally sent her over the edge.
Her body convulsed, and Sarah cried out in the empty bathroom, her voice echoing off the walls as she climaxed violently. Her cunt tightened around her fingers, and her hips bucked against them as she came in a hot rush of pleasure. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from screaming but couldn't stop the moans that escaped her.