What worked best was squeezing as hard as she could and twisting at the same time. It felt incredibly good; it should have hurt, but it didn’t it was what her body was craving.
When she came, it was the sort of relief like after expecting the worst news and getting good news instead. She slid to her side and recovered on the tile floor. Her cheek rested on the bathmat but it provided no warmth.
Standing up she caught sight of herself in the mirror once more. Petranella had never thought she was beautiful or even just plain pretty, but now, after her intense climax, she re-evaluated herself and thought that maybe she was more attractive than she had always considered herself. Giving herself a quick once over, she thought that maybe her tits were much better than she always thought. They looked bigger than normal, but that had to be from the way she had been abusing herself. Her light brown nipples had taken on a red cast and looked positively radiant.
Her hands were wet and slick. When she came she tended to get sweaty, she grabbed the washcloth out of the hamper and dried off her hands, chest, arms and legs. Smiling one more time at herself in the mirror she flicked off the lights and went back to bed with Ben.
Chapter Two
Petranella’s forearm didn’t hurt but there was a red mark on it where the chemical mix had spilled the day before. In shower she poked at it. There was no swelling or pain and the mark was decided less vivid than the day before. She allowed for the possibility that it was just a mild allergic reaction or chemical burn, but that was unlikely since none of the agents she had been working with were caustic. More than likely it was just an unexpected staining from skin contact.
The smart thing to do would be to wear long sleeves and hope that no one saw the mark. But she wasn’t into wearing a demure, boring blouse today. She was feeling good and sexy, especially after making herself cum last night, so she managed to find a blouse that had long sleeves but was also cut fairly tight with a plunging neckline. It wasn’t that she had a huge amount of cleavage to show off, but what she did have was going on display today with the able assistance of a fancy while lace bra bought a year ago for a wedding. Pleased with the results she added a skirt that came right above her knees and went downstairs to parade in front of Ben.
His eyes went wide, torn away from the financial channel on the television. “Looking good,” he complimented her. “What’s the occasion? Meeting up with an old boyfriend?”
“Maybe,” she flirted back at his teasing. “Would that make you jealous?”
“Terribly. I’d have to kill him.”
“What if it was an old girlfriend I was meeting? I bet you’d like that.”
“Well, in that case, I’d have to ask if I could watch.
“Just watch?”
“Maybe join in,” he said with a smile.
She bent forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead, which gave him a quick glimpse down her shirt. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to cheat on you.”
“Promise?”
The smile tugged at her lips. “No.”
The day at the lab started like any other, everyone was glad to see her back, whole and healthy. She took their happy greetings in stride and got to work but found herself distracted not only by her coworkers’ overly forward greetings but by her own body. While she had been happy to flirt with Ben in the morning and had been anticipating another round of vigorous sex that evening, she found the needs of her body were incredibly strong.
In college more than once Petranella had found herself with a packed schedule and a body that demanded too much attention. There were days when she barely had time to grab a quick lunch between classes. And there were days where she eschewed lunch and instead slipped away to one of the private bathrooms in the science building to jill off. She never regretted those days.
It wasn’t even noon when she was fighting the urge to the point of distraction. Not being able to focus on her work was worse than giving herself a ten-minute timeout in the private bathroom. She didn’t have much of a plan other than to quickly take care of business and get back to work, but on the walk down the hall she was cornered by one of the younger techs the lab had taken on in the last round of hires. He was undeniably cute and if she had been having an after-work drink with everyone, she wouldn’t have hesitated to flirt shamelessly. This just didn’t seem to be the place.
“Looking good today, Petra.”
“Thanks, Jonas.”
“Not that you don’t look good every day.” He was smiling a little too broadly and blocking her way. If she had been headed for the bathroom to use it for the intended purpose she would have been extremely put out, but it was okay to engage in some harmless flirting while no one else was around.
“I do what I can to brighten the place up,” she said and laughed. They worked all day under extremely harsh fluorescent lighting. “You’re looking nice too.”
Even under the ugly lights he brightened at her compliment. “Thanks for noticing.”
“You’re much better looking than the old guys that have been here for a hundred years.” She looked meaningfully back at the main lab. She was wildly exaggerating, of course, but the two of them were among the youngest of the techs.
“Thanks. Probably too young for you though, right?” he asked nervously.
They had crossed from vague flirting into making veiled overtures. Still, she smiled at his clumsy pass. “I don’t think you’re too young for me. But I’m not a cougar quite yet.”
“Just a sexy older woman,” he said, his face reddening slightly when he realized that they were feeling each other out, seeing how far from harmless flirtation they could stray.
“Definitely sexy,” she said, leaning forward a bit, letting his eyes stray down to her small bit of cleavage. It was just enough to draw his attention. “And definitely married.” She glanced down at the rings on her left hand.
Jonas straightened up and cleared his throat. “Right. I forgot that.” He was suddenly on his best behavior. They had both glanced down at her hand when she mentioned being married. She looked beyond her fingers and saw the bulge in the front of his pants.
“But it’s not like my husband is here. Now. And it is just a piece of paper.” She didn’t know what she was saying. Petranella couldn’t believe what she was saying. They locked eyes for a few seconds too long, taking in the exact meaning of what she had just said.
Swallowing hard, Jonas pressed his luck. “Too bad were stuck here at work. If we were out having a drink—”
“Bathroom at the end of the hall is private,” she said. “I was just headed there to jill off.” The words tumbled out of her mouth. She knew what she was saying, but she didn’t have the will—or the want—to stop herself.
“What?” Jonas wanted to be shocked, but at the same time he was already under her spell.
“Care to join me?” she asked, carefully stepping around him and walking with confidence down the hall. She put more swing than necessary into her hips and wished that lab safety protocols demanded non-slip shoes. A pair of heels would have been perfect at the moment. It took her total concentration not to look back over her shoulder, desperately hoping he was following her while at the same time hoping he wasn’t following her. Then she started thanking the powers that be that she wasn’t wearing heels because she assuredly would have fallen on the tiled floor.
Upon reaching the bathroom door she pushed it open and walked in, swallowing in relief that Jonas hadn’t followed her. He had better sense than she did.
A second later the door reopened. She hadn’t closed or locked it. Spinning around to confront him, they sized each other up and she pulled him into her, backing up to the wall as they kissed passionately.
One of the few nice things about working in the lab was that everything was kept spotlessly clean and the bathrooms weren’t putrid hellholes, but nicely maintained on the order of an elegant hotel. It wasn’t the most romantic location in the world, but it would do, especially for a dirty, hasty assignation.
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Their kissing proceeded very quickly. Petranella wasn’t sure what exactly she was doing, but when Jonas started groping her chest, she wasn’t about to stop him. A sudden thought occurred to her.
“The door!” she gasped.
Jonas took her meaning immediately and broke their embrace to lock the door. While he was occupied she dropped her lab coat to the floor and opened up her blouse to show off the fancy bra she had worn that morning. She knew her nipples were erect and clearly visible beneath the sparse lace of the bra.
“Oh please yes,” Jonas breathed as he turned around.
They kissed again and Jonas quickly moved down to her chest, pulling her bra up over her tits, letting them fall out. He was more aggressive than Petranella was used to, but that was the sort of thing that was supposed to happen during quick, dirty sex in the office bathroom, right?
She realized at that moment she was perfectly willing to do anything and everything with him. Damn the consequences.
He focused on her boobs at first: kissing, licking, sucking, and biting them. He was nice and rough and ruthless in making her body do what he wanted it to. At first she wanted him to put his hand up her skirt, but after a minute focusing on her tits, she was content. While sucking on one nipple, he was sure to keep the other breast occupied by pinching the nipple, squeezing and rolling it, cupping the breast, measuring the flesh. It was almost enough to make her cum.
Almost.
“You’re a breast man,” she said to him, cupping his face between her hands and pulling it away from her chest for a moment.
“Yea—yeah!” he said stuttering at first and then making the declaration. “Is that okay? You’re got great tits.”
“It’s fine,” she said with a confident smile while she grabbed his hand and shoved it up underneath her skirt. “But I’ve got other parts as well.”
Jonas took her meaning and pushed up her skirt until his fingers grazed her panty-covered pussy. She was hot, he could feel that through the thin lace, and wet, which was also obvious. She wasn’t wearing stockings, just bare legs, and when she pushed her pussy forward onto his fingers, he found all the confidence he needed.
It was very easy to yank down her panties. A moment later his fingers were up inside her while she rucked up the skirt around her hips. As he explored her sodden hold, she focused on getting his pants open. This had to be a quick fuck, not only by necessity, but because she needed it right then and there. Her body couldn’t take it any longer.
He barely seemed to notice when she got his cock out, exposing it to the air. She took one admiring look at the head that slowly allowed some precum to seep out, before grabbing him by the balls and pulling him forward.
She hadn’t fucked standing up in years but apparently Jonas had or at least he was strong enough to pin her against the wall while she fitted the head of his cock into the vestibule of her pussy. He slid in freely and gasped at the sensation while she moaned in satisfaction.
In the small bathroom, it was all about the moment. He focused on her tits, sucking, and pinching and biting them while still thrusting his cock hard into her cunt. It didn’t take much effort at all for her to cum and she was glad for it. As soon as her pussy tightened up on his cock while she quivered with the climax, he came as well, injecting his sticky deposit deep inside her, the way it was meant to be.
It was wrong in every way, but Petranella found great pleasure in having a man she barely knew cum inside her pussy.
It was only after Jonas had quickly cleaned up and slipped out of the bathroom did she ponder what to tell Ben, if anything. She didn’t spend a lot of time cleaning up because she wanted to feel Jonas inside her all day. The stickiness inside her panties was more than worth it.
After her encounter with Jonas—and luckily the two didn’t share lab space together, only ever really seeing each other during meeting and large group projects—it seemed like everyone was smiling and flirting with her for the rest of the day. Petranella wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, but she was happy to go along with it. As it was, she didn’t have a huge amount of human interaction during the day, so she wasn’t further distracted by anyone else who might have designs on fucking her, but that didn’t apply to herself.
She was satisfied temporarily when she got out of the bathroom, but as lunchtime approached, a nagging need started forming again. Miles the tech who had worked in her division longer than anyone else caught her looking at him and he gave her a sly, playful wink. He was only a few years older than Petranella and had hair that was graying at the temples, not her type at all, yet oddly sexy at the same time. The fresh out of high school boy who came by every couple of hours delivering packages looked scrumptious and she had to stop herself from staring lustily at him.
Those minor indiscretions could be forgiven, but certainly not her longing look at the college intern working every other afternoon in the lab. Marty was too young for her but was incredible attractive as well but she didn’t intentionally project her sexuality. And that was the real problem, that Marty was female.
Petranella had never felt a strong attraction to any woman. While Marty was cute with her tight leggings and black hair with purple streaks, she wasn’t the sort of woman that Petranella would ever consider going to bed with. In fact, she had never considered fucking another woman. She wasn’t against the idea, but it just wasn’t something for her…until now…maybe.
“Did you need something?” Marty asked politely when she caught Petranella staring at her.
“I’m sorry,” Petranella said with a shake of her head. “Lost in thought. Didn’t mean to stare. Just thinking...you look like my niece.” It was a stupid thing to say and it wasn’t even true, but she felt like she had to say something. Besides, she could feel Jonas still dripping slowly out of her and Marty was waiting for her at home. No. Wait. Ben. Ben was waiting for her at home.
“Um…thanks?” Marty laughed nervously.
“Sorry. It’s been a long day.”
“It’s fine. Sometimes it’s nice to be looked at,” Marty said with a little bit too much emphasis and then continued down the long table in the lab. It was impossible for Petranella not to stare at the young woman’s retreating form. Her eyes went to Marty’s ass that wiggled perfectly back and forth making Petranella wonder if Marty was wearing a thong or no underwear at all.
She was glad to be going home at the end of the day. Her wrist itched slightly from the chemical burn or allergic reaction or whatever, and her body ached for more attention. She knew Ben would be home and available to her. It was all she could do not to speed all the way home.
“Hey hon, how was your day?” he asked from the kitchen where he was making dinner.
Petranella dropped her bag next to the front door and walked purposefully to the kitchen. She didn’t even give Ben time to put down the knife he was using to chop peppers and insinuated herself between him and the counter, kissing his cheek and then his lips. “Terrible,” she said. “I missed you the entire time.”
“I can tell,” he said as he accepted her kisses and tried to put the knife where he wouldn’t cut her.
“Wanna fuck before, during, or after dinner?” she asked. He had already removed his tie and she now unbuttoned his dress shirt, kissing his chest.
“Um…after, but it looks like you want to do it before.”
“I’m horny,” she admitted without shame. “You aren’t too hungry, are you? If you are, you can eat my pussy.”
His shirt was completely unbuttoned now and she was trying to pull it off him, but that was proving impossible. “What’s gotten into you?” Ben asked as he laid down the knife and tugged gently on her blouse, pulling it up from her skirt.
“Maybe I’m reaching my early thirties sexual plateau,” she said, helping him remove her blouse. “Maybe I just want you into me.”
He nodded and slipped his hands behind her back, more interested in sex now than in talking. It was more difficult than it should have been for hi
m to unhook her bra, but once that stumbling block was overcome, he looked down at her pert breasts with the intention of sucking on them…and paused. “What the fuck happened to you?” he asked, the surprise clearly audible in his voice.
A quick glance down at her chest told her everything and she instantly cursed herself for not being more circumspect in her pursuit of sex with Ben…and Jonas.
“Nothing,” she said and even to her the lie sounded obvious. It needed an explanation. “I was really horny at work today so I went to the bathroom and got myself off. My tits were aching for it.” Petranella smiled and kissed him. The only way to distract him from the red marks and bruising on her tits was to make him think with his cock. Reaching down between his legs, she cupped his erection through his pants. “I want you to fuck me. Don’t you want to fuck me?”
It was enough. Barely. He nodded and she led him out of the kitchen and to the bedroom.
There she quickly stripped down, but left her panties on, all while facing away from him. Ben focused on her ass as he got naked. A second later they were in bed, going through the familiar motions and both knowing what to expect. She was more aggressive than usual, and went down on him, taking his already hard cock in her mouth while he was on his back. She was thinking and sucking at the same time and it was terribly difficult because her body was aching for attention, especially her pussy and clit, but even more so, her tits. She wanted Ben to suck and pinch and twist and lick and abuse her tits, but there was no way to do that without him seeing what Jonas had done. She had a couple of options: admit everything or turn off the light, and Ben loved fucking with the light on. He said he loved to see her body; she didn’t blame him for that.
While she fellated her husband, Petranella carefully pulled off her panties. It was more difficult than usual because they were partially glued to her labia by Jonas’s mostly dried cum. There was actually a bit of pain as took them off, but she was willing to go through that as long as Ben didn’t find out about her infidelity.
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