She craves Beatriz’s touch, but every stolen moment brings Natalie closer to the edge of exposure and ruin

Part 5 – Stolen Moments

by Mia Sumner

The insistent drip of water on gravel dragged Natalie from her sleep. Beside her, Glenn snorted in his sleep and rolled over, not so easily disturbed. Clean the gutters, she thought, the mundane task a sharp contrast to the desires already stirring within her.

Her thoughts drifted, as they so often did these days, to Beatriz, remembering again her intoxicating scent and those full red lips. Her hand slid between her thighs, fingers pressing against her pussy, pulling the hood of her clit back and circling it. She bit her lip, holding back a moan, back arching as the pleasure spread through her. What would Beatriz’s fingers feel like, she wondered, or her tongue. She held back a moan, fingers moving faster as her husband slumbered next to her.

Work was a blur, just as it had been for the last two weeks. Even Jackie’s pursed lips and tutting didn’t pierce the fog that had spread across Natalie’s mind. Two more weeks. Two weeks before Beatriz would visit again and Natalie still hadn’t solved the problem of how to pay for this new supplier, or how to get out of the previous contract.

The staff had to have noticed how distracted she was by this point. Every time she went into the conference room, she found her thoughts wandering as her brain sought the irresistible chocolate and caramel scent that surrounded Beatriz. Next time she would have to be firmer, no matter how alluring the young saleswoman was, even if she flashed her panties again.

Those black panties haunted her thoughts. To pull them down, to taste… The image was so vivid, yet so wrong. She had never, not even in college. She yanked her hand from between her legs as if burned, shocked at what she was doing, right here in her own office. This wasn’t her, not the controlled, professional Natalie. Masturbation had always been a private, scheduled affair, a release, not an obsession. Now she was acting like some hormone filled teenager. Beatriz had unlocked something… something she couldn’t contain. Not in the office, she told herself, a desperate attempt to maintain control.

She pushed back from her desk, the leather chair squeaking in protest. The restroom, it was at least a little more private, a place for her furtive, shameful release. Maybe then I can focus, she thought, the lie felt bitter on her tongue. She’d done this three times yesterday, and still the raving gnawed at her.

Jackie was waiting as Natalie emerged from the restroom, her presence as unwelcome as a tax audit. Natalie fought the urge to flinch and sigh. All she wanted was to reach the sanctuary of her office, but Jackie was a persistent gatekeeper.

“Are you feeling okay, that’s the third time today…” Jackie faltered and then hastily reverted to safer topics. “There was another delivery.” she said.

“That’s good.” Natalie said, although the way Jackie spoke, it was always hard to tell if anything was actually a good thing.

“That nice young woman dropped them off herself.” Jackie said, her gaze unwavering. “I must say the quality is excellent, I must say, How did you manage to get their prices so low?”

“Beatriz, she’s here?” Natalie glanced around Jackie towards the door, looking to see the Latina’s long, dark hair and curvy form.

“Oh she had to leave, she does have other clients you know.” Again the note of censure from Jackie, but Natalie barely noticed, her stomach lurching, realizing that she had missed Beatriz. “So polite and helpful, though.”

Natalie looked at Jackie again, the older woman never complimented anyone, but she was looking at Natalie expectantly. “Yes, she’s very nice.” Natalie offered.

Jackie’s lips tightened. “Clever, polite and a looker too, you want to keep your husband away from her.”

Just the mention of Glenn was a cold stone in Natalie’s gut. She couldn’t bear to imagine him and Beatriz together, or to confront the full implications of her own desires. Was Beatriz’s success a threat to Natalie’s marriage, to her business, or to everything she thought she knew about herself?

“I’m glad the products are as good quality as she said they would be.” She offered up, hoping to change the topic back to business.

Jackie’s eyes narrowed, glinting with suspicion or curiosity, it was hard to tell. “And how did you manage to get out of the old contract?” The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations.

“It’s… well, it’s complicated,” Natalie stammered. “I have a conference call.” She brushed past Jackie, fleeing towards the safety of her office, the older woman’s gaze burning into her back.

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