The girl was bent over the heavy table where I usually organized my grant paperwork, wearing only her bra and those sexy heels that I had been admiring all week. His tie was loosened and his slacks hung low. Her face looked panicked; his looked amused.
"I'm sorry," I managed. "I can do this tomorrow."
I backed out of the room, so stunned that I was almost numb. Ty was the Director for the Center of Cancer Immunology--a young one at age forty. He was also a Ph.D. that looked like a male model. I'd had a crush on him since I interviewed with him for my University faculty position five years earlier.
I hurried back to my office, left my papers on my desk, and grabbed my purse. I wanted to be gone before they finished. Turns out, I didn't need to have worried. As I passed the copy room, I could still hear them. The girl made little gasping groans in time with the muffled thumps.
I knew I shouldn't, but I stopped to listen on one side of the door. I couldn't help myself. Ty Carver was probably the most magnetic person I had ever met in real life. The sounds of him having sex were beyond erotic. I imagined his face: intense, tight, and driven.
Then, Ty growled, "I want this ass."
My pussy clenched, like it had a mind of its own.
"No...,"the girl whimpered.
There was a sharp crack. It sounded like he had slapped her. I peeked into the room and decided he must have smacked her butt.
"You don't say no to me. You begged for this, didn't you?" It was quiet for a moment and then there was another sharp crack. "Didn't you?"
"Yes."
"You're my bitch tonight. Say it."
"I'm your bitch." Her voice had a gasping, begging quality.
"Yes, you are. And I want this."
I didn't hear an assent but I did hear vocalization that almost sounded like pain. It was long and low and throaty. "Fuck, Ty, you're too big."
"You'll get used to it."
A very slow thumping started. The temp must have gotten "used to it" because her whimpers turned to moans. Ty started to vocalize, too. I wanted to stand there until they finished but I was worried about getting caught. So, I hurried out of the building and to my car.
The fifteen minute drive to my house seemed like forever. I let myself in, dropped my purse on a table, and lowered my pants. My panties were drenched; my sex was slick. I discarded everything from the waist down and reclined on the couch. I didn't wait to get my vibrator and dildo, even though some harsh penetration would have felt good. I was hot and throbbing and swollen.
Usually I liked a slow build but this time I got straight to business. The image of Ty, rumpled and flushed, was what I saw behind my eyes. I visualized him pounding me the way he had the other girl. In less than a minute, I shot into orgasm--a new record for me.
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath. Finally, I grabbed my clothes and my purse and headed for the bedroom. I got into comfortable clothes. I started dinner. I might have been able to go on with my night if I hadn't checked my phone. There was a text message.
I know you were listening to us. I liked it.
It came from Ty. He had all of the faculty phone numbers for people in the department just like I did, in case we needed to get in touch with one another. He had never texted me before. I stared at his massage for a long time. Then, I put the phone down so I couldn't see the screen.
#
A week passed. Ty's office was right next to mine, so I saw him every day. He didn't act any differently towards me or anyone else. The temp had been on her last day in the office when I caught her and Ty, so I didn't see her again.
I told myself that it was just a strange, one-time encounter. I needed to just keep my mind on work. I checked my reservations for a conference in Vancouver the following week; I had meetings with my grad students. In the afternoon, I started working on a manuscript for a paper.
At around three o'clock, there was a knock on my office door.
"Come in," I called without looking up.
"Am I interrupting, Beverly?"
I looked up and Ty was there, standing in the door. "No," I said, hoping I wasn't flushing. "Not at all. Would you like to sit?"
"No. I won't be long. You needed my signature for your grant submission," he said handing me three sheets of paper. Which was odd, because he usually just dropped these things in my mailbox by the secretary.
"Thank you."
He glanced at my computer screen. "Working on a paper?" he asked.
"Yes. I'll probably submit to the Journal of Immunology. See how it goes."
"Sounds like it could keep you here late."
There was something insinuating in his tone. It made me hesitate. "Possibly...."
"Then, maybe you could do me a favor." I waited for him to continue without saying anything. "I would really like to read that book chapter you wrote last year."
"The one on breast cancer markers?"
"I believe that's the one."
I stood and pulled the text off of my shelf. "It's chapter fourteen. No rush in getting it back to me."
"I hate to carry around the whole book. I was hoping you would photocopy it for me."
His eyes twinkled and he had a little smirk. My heart started to pound harder than it should have.
"You were thinking that I could copy it this evening?" I asked.
"Around six. If you're staying late, anyway."
It was one thing to walk in on a private encounter. It was quite another to create the situation. "Look, Ty--"
"It would probably be inappropriate to tell you how hard I came, just because I knew you were there, listening."
My body clenched in an unfamiliar way. It had been five years since my divorce. Five sexless years of focusing on work. And here was Ty, a man I couldn't get out of my head, even before I saw him having sex.
He took a step closer to me. "How about it, Bev?"
I hesitated and bit my lip. But, finally, I said, "I liked it, too."
My eyes met his. I felt like a co-conspirator. It was, for lack of a better word, exciting.
He tapped the text book on my desk. "Think about it," he told me.
"I will." I would.
He gave me another of those stunning smirks and left my office. I went back to my manuscript and pretended to work on it.
#
I picked up that text book and put it down at least a half dozen times between five fifty-five and six-ten. In the end, though, I decided that you only live once. I took my textbook and headed for the copy room. My body liked my decision. My heart pounded and my groin seemed to be giving off its own heat.
I heard them from just outside the door: the thumping, the low moans, and Ty's quiet growling voice. I let myself in and there they were. The woman was a young brunette and she was completely naked. She perched on that heavy table, facing Ty, while he punished her with a driving thrust. Again, he was still mostly dressed.
They both turned and looked at me. Ty's heated expression became even more intense. It made me throb in ways that I hadn't for a very long time--not even with my ex.
"Oh, shit," the girl said, reaching for her blouse.
"Don't move," Ty told her.
Her big dark eyes flickered from me to him. Her hand fell back to the table. I couldn’t help but admire how he controlled the situation. How she obeyed him. He thrust into her again, slowly this time, and her eyes closed. She moaned.
I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to. I was mesmerized at the site of him disappearing into her; of how her firm body shook with every entry, at the flush they couldn't manufacture. I stood with my back against the wall, clutching my text book, and barely blinking.
He turned his head to look at me. The brunette's forehead wrinkled. "Hey," she said. "Do you two know each other?"
He turned back to her, looking annoyed. Then, he took off his tie in an impatient pull and wrapped it around her head over her eyes.
"Hey!" she protested.
"Shut up," he told her. "Unless you want this to stop."
He tied the make-shift blindfold behind her head. Then, again, he turned and watched me while he thrust into her. His flushed deepened; he drove himself faster.
It was such an erotic image, like a porno made just for me. My breathing picked up. I broke a sweat. But there was jealousy, too. Jealousy because I wanted that thick cock between my legs. Jealousy because I didn't want to just watch.
His face was intense. His eyes shone. I bit my lip and he closed his eyes like I had squeezed his cock. My body ached for release. I throbbed and wanted.
"Oh, fuck Ty," the girl said in a breathy voice. She clenched her hands and moaned, "Yes... yes..." to the rhythm he set. Even her chest was rosy.
He drove her harder, still watching me. His eyebrows seemed to rise with a question and I nodded at him. He gave a long, low moan. His eyes never left me as he came; mine never left him. I could have watched his pleasure all night. It was all I could do to not slide my fingers into my panties right then and there.
When he was done, I slipped out of the room as quietly as I could. I deposited my text book in my office and grabbed my purse. I was out of the office before they were out of the copy room. I probably sped the whole way home.
I forced myself to go all the way to the bedroom before I masturbated. I dropped my purse on my bedside table and was out of my clothes in record time. I grabbed my vibrator and my dildo, laying back on my bed. Usually I needed to stimulate myself with the vibrator to make entry easier, but this time I wanted it rough.
I forced the dildo into me with one hand and used the vibrator on my clit with the other. My body rose immediately, like it had just been waiting on me to come. I couldn't tease or hold off. I came quickly, clamping down on the dildo. Even when I was done, my want didn't abate so I just kept going with both dildo and vibrator until I came again.
My muscles went limp. I was sheened with sweat and breathless like I'd had marathon sex. At least, it took the edge off of my need, though I suspected that I could have come a third time if I tried. I just lay there for a few minutes, completely naked and languid as a cat.
My phone alerted me from inside my purse. I reached for it and read the text.
How was it for you?
I read that one, simple question then turned my phone over so that I couldn't see it any more. I imagined his movements, his growling commands, and her responsive moans. My arousal just ignited again.
I flipped the phone over and, after a moment's hesitation, typed a response.
Exhilarating.
I pulled a throw blanket over me and waited. It didn't take thirty seconds for me to get a response.
We should do this again.
We really shouldn't. For all intents and purposes, he was my supervisor. Human Resources wouldn't find this whole thing amusing. If we got caught, we could probably be fired.
Besides, I couldn't keep doing this to myself. Part of me was always going to be jealous of the women I watched. It was erotic but it also was torturous because it would never be me. I wasn't even sure I really wanted it to be me. I'd seen him with two different girls in a week. My fantasies of him didn't include sharing him with a temp agency.
This whole situation created confusion I didn't need. I put my phone back into my purse and didn't answer his text.
#
Ty left for a conference the very next day. I left for Vancouver a day before he came back. So, it was almost two full weeks until we ran into each other again at work. Or, more specifically, until he came looking for me in my office.
It was actually my second day back at work and I didn't expect him. So, when he knocked and let himself in, my heart started to pound like crazy. I told myself to be strong.
"Hi, Bev. Good trip?"
"Exhausting," I replied. "But I think I set up a collaboration with that Dutch group."
"The one with the structural biology paper in Nature?"
"That's the one."
"Very nice," he said, glancing at my computer. The small talk was killing me. "Still working on that manuscript?" he asked in a light tone.
My heart sped a little more. "Just finishing."
"Think it will keep you late?"
There it was. I didn't wait for him to make the proposition. I stood and walked around my desk to close my office door. "Look, Ty...."
"There's nothing like the sight of you turned on while I'm fucking. It's like I'm satisfying two women at once."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I can't do this, okay? We could lose our jobs."
"We're not going to get fired. There's no cameras. It's our little secret."
"Ours and the cheerleading squad of girls you bring in on it."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Getting caught isn't what's bothering you." I looked away. "Is it the women?" he asked. I felt the heat come into my cheeks and hoped he didn't see it. But when he started grinning, I knew he did. "Are you jealous, Bev?"
"No," I said too fast.
"No?" he asked, stepping towards me. "You're sure? Because, if you'd like to be one of my girls, I think we could come to an arrangement."
"Your girls?" I managed in a shaky voice.
He shrugged. "Women I call when I need... tension release. So, what do you say?"
I was so aroused at the offer, I was sure I had ruined my panties. And I was proud that he had made the proposition. Me. A brainy nerd of thirty-seven proud to be offered the chance to be this man's sexual toy. God. Where was my self-respect?
"No, thank you." My voice was weak. It wouldn't have convinced me. It sure as hell wasn't going to convince him.
His smirk widened and he looked me up and down. I hadn't felt like a sexual creature since college but now he had me wondering if he could see the shape of my breasts under my silky blouse.
"You say 'no' a lot, Bev," he told me in a lilting, teasing voice. "I hope you have a good evening." Then he winked at me, looked me up and down one more time, and left my office.
#
I finished my manuscript draft by about five-thirty. Somehow, I managed to push Ty out of my mind and fill it with science, which was a blessing. After I was done, I pulled out a couple of my text books and started thumbing through one for a class I was teaching I the spring.
That's when I heard a giggle.
I glanced at the wall that separated Ty's office from mine. It was thin. I could hear his phone ringing during the day. When he had a meeting, I could definitely hear the tone of the voices, if not the words. And now, I was very sure that he had a woman in there with him.
Quickly, I started closing text books and shutting down my computer. But, not quickly enough. Before I was done, there was a bang against the wall that turned into rhythmic thumping. I could see it in my mind. He had shoved her into the wall, I imagined, and was now taking her against it.
My heart seemed to pound in rhythm with the thumping. My pussy throbbed in the same time. I went to the wall that separated our offices and touched it, imagining that I could feel her body heat through it. I heard his growl and her answering whimper. Even without knowing what was said, it made me hotter.
The door to my office was ajar, but there wasn't anyone around besides me, Ty, and whoever he was having sex with. I slipped my hand into my pants and inside my panties. I was so wet. I don't remember ever being that wet before.
While he pounded, I stroked, playing with my puffy, slick folds. I leaned against the wall and pressed my ear there, hearing them more clearly that I thought I would.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk right tomorrow," Ty said.
She moaned and the thumps grew louder. I swear they were making my big bookshelf shake. I think I could feel the impact through the wall. I had the odd, impossible image of pressing my pussy against the wall and letting the vibrations work on me. If I could have done a split, I might have tried it.
When I heard her excitement rise, mine did, too. I worked my fingers harder, opening my slacks with my other hand to give me more room. I never came standing, but I was very sure it wasn't going to be a problem tonight.
"Ty, please," she cried.
The rhythm got slower and louder. So did her moans. She sounded like a woman about to orgasm and it pushed me over the edge. My knees didn't want to hold me up but that didn't stop my fingers. I leaned heavily against the wall and let out a soft whimper of my own. The climb to my peak and the welcome release was the most intense of my life. By the end, I was breathing heavily and my legs shook.
While I recovered, they finished. By the time I buttoned my pants, the thumping had stopped. I used my hand sanitizer to cover the sex smell on my fingers.
I didn't want to run into Ty leaving, so I stayed in my office. Obviously, though, he wanted to run into me. A few minutes later, there was a tap at my door.
"Come in," I said in a low voice.
He poked his head in. "Just thought I'd say good night," he said, smirking like he knew he'd gotten away with something.
"Good night, Ty," I said.
"You look flushed."
"I'm just warm."
"Let me know if you need any help cooling off."
He winked at me and was gone.
#
I was very careful not to stay late after that.