The next day, as I sat through my meeting, my mind kept drifting back to the wild night before. It was impossible to focus—every boring slide and droning voice faded against the vivid replay of bodies tangled together. Heat built between my thighs, my pussy growing slick with arousal until I could barely sit still. After the meeting wrapped up, I bolted to the restroom. Locking myself in a stall, I hiked up my skirt, slid...