back and forth with him. Soon both came, whimpering with exhausted pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At the office, Janey felt a little weird. Good, but rangy. Different, very turned on, she was rushing around with her work, asking questions of her superiors, bull-shitting with other girls on the prompting of an instant, often spewing out five minutes of talk with them in two minutes, shifting impatiently from foot to foot. They didn't think she was trying to get away, rather they enjoyed the attention she showed them. Always friendly, she was today being aggressive, solicitous, and even passionate, seeming to speak with the gleam of her eyes and the motions of her tongue as much as she did with the words.
For her part, Janey very lustful. She had been gazing about her all day, watching office people run in and out, bend over the work at their desks, frowning or with neutral faces or smiling and laughing, and reflecting how they all looked like animals. Human dogs! She said to herself and laughed out loud at the crazy idea. They all looked like bunch of barnyard creatures to her. Look at them in their tight slacks, buttocks prominently outlined to all eyes. Look at their short tight skirts and dresses, showing their legs and sometimes a glimpse of their panties. If they were animals, they would get together and sniff each other. She fell like a dog and fantasised that they were all dogs and could run around sniffing each other on the buttocks as a means of saying, Hi, hello, how are you. Shall we do more?
In her fantasy everybody looked good to her. All those women with unique hips, bushy vaginas, and musky scents! She could run up and give them each a dog sniff! Or do it to those guys, each one a brand-new pair of hairy balls, long hosey tubes or short little cute pricks that would triple their size if she played with them.
Seated at her desk she surreptitiously pressed a hand against her pubis. She was really getting wet. If she didn't get some relief soon or forget about it, she'd be filling the office with her scent and they'd all be over sniffing her.
After while she forgot about it and went about her work very busily and energetically, but she couldn't keep it neutral. Every five minutes an image was popping up in front of her. Once the image of one of the men standing in front of her on purpose, even though he never looked at her, and pointing at her with a clothed erection, like a pointing dog. But she noticed finally there was no hard-on, no attention to her.
She felt a random horniness. Any woman with a decent body made her sensitive, and some of them had superb figures or parts of figures: fine faces, legs, hands, perfect bottoms, fine torpedoes. She was in one of those fits where she saw everybody's pubic hair in her mind's eye.
Soon she was in the lavatory masturbating in a stall. Her head went to an intense image and stayed there so she could concentrate enough to bring herself over the edge. At one point two women were talking quietly in another part of the bathroom, and there was another lone woman next to her for a couple of minutes, she was sure at certain times that each of them could hear her playing with herself and were listening — perhaps with interest! The thought amused her and made her laugh as he washed, up and walked out of the room.
That night Rodney called her up, and she refused to go see him. She was tired, but the fact was Duke stayed with her in bed all night. She hadn't been aware while speaking to Rodney that the dog was going to take his place in bed.
The next night she went to visit him, and he felt an irritating coolness or detachment in her. 'What's on your mind?' he kept asking her, but she didn't know what he meant. She realised her own feeling and response were thinner, but could she tell him that the sex was being diluted by Duke? Maybe she would have to choose, or develop more potential energy.
She gave him what he wanted, though, she worked very carefully and considerately on him and got herself off. They passed into sleep very happily.
The next day at work, after stopping at home early and felting Duke out for a quarter of an hour after his long night alone, she found another old superior at the office, a Mr. Adams, playing with her papers and pens and paper clips, extremely interested in what he was telling her about some procedure or other and anecdotes about the billing department, sitting on her desk and rapping on and on, smiling through her oblique stare, not caring that she didn't want to pay attention.
He was eyeing her tits very interestedly, for she wore a low cut light sweater and had no bra. He kept leaning towards her and peeking over the top of her garment. If anyone noticed they kept it to themselves. A couple of times she leaned toward him to let his eye in deeper, and smiled when he responded as she thought he might. It was also so clear that he had an erection for her. She wanted to reach over and squeeze it. They got into talking about going into another room. She got up with a mild smile and gave signs that she wanted to move along but lingered from him and he was aware that it was funny that he wanted to get and go, too, right now, but had an erection that it wouldn't do to show to everybody. Imagine walking down the hall like that! The very thought made his cock stick out even more for a little while.
However, all things came to pass, and Mr. Adams and Janey were soon ambulating slowly down the corridor of the floor, through and past many offices like the one Janey worked in, but mostly full of strangers. He liked gazing momentarily at her pretty strong and slender legs, flashing out or her miniskirt in their light hosiery. He was a bit of a shoe man, too, and when he got to the tiny back room he had in mind and had locked the door behind them and sat on a stool near the end of a row of storage bins, he asked her to put her shoe up on his leg and stand there for a while, during which he spoke to her in a very quiet, rapid voice, rubbed her feet and the shoe leather and her legs and begged her to give him her pussy. He was about to shove money out of his pocket when he saw her pull her panties down — first lift her skirt, then peel her panty-hose down thighs a ways, then run underpants down as far, exposing terrific big bush that he rubbed admiringly with his hand, just brushing the silky hairs on their outer perimeter and layers, laying his hand onto her mound and squeezing the flesh there very firmly and lovingly. He undid his pants at the same time and flipped out his swollen tube. She took in hand without a word and rubbed it up into rigidity.
He caressed her further down, getting now into her wettening pussy. The lips parted for his fingertips, felt pleasant from the low firm gentle stroking he was giving her.
She sighed, moved forward and spread her thighs, stood up on her toes and guided the head of his dick into her soft opening. Moving down slowly, she engulfed his hard erection. Squeezing, she moved up and down lowly, but carefully impaling herself on his flesh stick.
He undulated his hips, moving his rod in her, and she pumped back. Their rhythm was a little sluggish, though synchronised, and it wasn't long till they had speeded up a bit and were drawing terrific breathy thrills out of the stimulating friction of their genitals.
'You feel good, baby,' she said to him kindly. She felt some affection for him, had in the past, though she was, mainly doing this because he approached her when she was ready for some. More than ready!
The pleasure were blazing and intense. His cock struck sparks of electricity in her hollow cable. She gripped him with a cunt convulsed by orgasm after orgasm, mild mellow and sweet, and he hurried naturally and shot off his fire inside her. The friction slowed to a halt, where they relaxed both very satisfied.
He offered her his handkerchief to clean off a little if she wanted. It seemed fresh enough.
A few minutes later, they were approaching the door.
'Nobody'll never believe this or know about this, will they?' said Janey humorously.
'Nope,' he said assuredly as he drew the bolt back, opened the door, and let her go out ahead of him.
He lingered, she walked past some empty desks, and turned into the hall and went on without him.
At her desk, Maureen waiting. What a pleasant surprise.
'Hi, what's new?' said Janey, sliding into her seat.
Maureen leaned over from her perch on the end of Janey's desk. 'Mike and I will come pick you up at eight o'clock on Saturday if you still want to go.'
'Of course,' replied Janey in an ironic kind of way that made Maureen laugh.
'What have you been doing?' she asked with a brief burning stare.
'Same old stuff,' said Janey, looking down at her desk eye distracted, face neutral.
