“That’s right. You have that conference coming up, don’t you? In New Orleans, you said?”
“That’s a fun town,” Alexander observed. “I met a woman there once in an elevator. You would not believe the things she did with her—“
“Alexander,” Derek interrupted. “Sheila isn’t like you. She’s not going to just pick up some stranger and suck him off in the elevator.”
Sheila’s nipples pebbled at his words. Both men immediately noticed since she wasn’t wearing anything.
“It’s not a terrible idea,” she joked to cover up her discomfort.
In her mind, though, it wasn’t a stranger. It was Derek whose cock she sucked in an elevator.
Heated images flooded her mind. Her bent over in a glass elevator with her professional skirt pushed up, while he fucked her from behind. City skyscapes sped past as the elevator rose. They occasionally caught glimpses of occupants of other elevators headed down, and their startled glances added to the thrill.
Her pussy throbbed despite its tenderness.
That did it. She definitely needed to leave soon, and she needed something—or someone—to distract her overactive imagination.
“You must be tired,” Derek said.
“What do you mean?” she asked as she fought a blush.
“Alexander asked you what kind of conference you were headed to, but you zoned out there.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. You caught me thinking about my to-do list for the day. Lots of stuff going on. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You weren’t,” Alexander assured her. “You’ve got stuff to do, and you’re tired. Add in a big, carb-heavy breakfast, and anybody would zone out.”
He scooted back from the table.
“I’ll take care of these dishes later. Why don’t we help you find some clothes? Derek can take you home so you can start on that list.”
Alexander gave her a look of such understanding she worried she wore her heart on her sleeve. At least he hadn’t pushed her out the door because he got what he wanted and was done. Small consolation if he suspected the truth.
She never would have imagined it’d be such a minefield to navigate sex that was supposed to be without strings.
Rock Your Librarian Socks
On Monday, Sheila focused on her ever-growing to-do list to distract herself from memories of her incredible weekend. After breakfast yesterday, she and Derek gathered their clothing and dressed. Then he took her home. Their conversation was comfortable, but Sheila was anxious to put distance between them.
If only she could escape her memories. She needed space from whatever they were doing, so she was grateful for the timing of her trip. She also messaged Chuck to see if he’d be available when she returned.
If she rode a few other dicks before she saw Derek again, she hoped she’d be better able to resist his delicious Derek-ness.
After this weekend, Sheila’s mind was consumed by thoughts of sex. She wanted to hear the story about Alexander and the stranger at the bar. Actually, she wanted to watch it happen, whatever it was.
And the fantasy of sucking Derek’s cock and fucking him in an elevator hadn’t left her. Last night, she even dreamed he showed up at her conference. In her dream, they rode the hotel elevator for hours, fucking and sucking all night.
Her mind was filled with images of everybody having sex all the time, everywhere. As she worked throughout the day, she imagined different positions and different sex acts occurring in every room. Her librarian cardigan covered nipples that stood at attention all day, and her panties stayed damp for hours.
Between her exhaustion, her memories, and her over-sexed imagination, it was a challenge to concentrate at work. However, she had a lot to do and not very much time in which to do it.
That was her only excuse for why she almost gave herself away.
When Jessica, the flirty part-time assistant, asked about her weekend, Sheila knew it was casual conversation. Actually, Jessica probably assumed she had nothing to say as usual. She probably only inquired to be polite before she rolled off a laundry list of her own exciting adventures.
Sheila hadn’t expected the question—even though it was Jessica’s normal Monday conversation starter—and thus was unprepared with a generic response.
Her mind blanked. Then a full-body flush overcame her as memories of the weekend flooded her brain. Jessica might be flighty and an undisciplined worker, but she had excellent powers of observation. Not that it would take much with the way Sheila’s body betrayed her.
