One day, in the ladies room, she overheard a conversation about him.
"… those eyes!" the first woman was saying.
"Oh yeah! So sexy!" her companion replied.
"Is he seeing anyone?"
"I wish I knew! But it's hard to get a response from him. He's so evasive. I saw this picture on his desk of a gorgeous woman, long black hair, looked like a model or an actress. So I asked him if it was someone he was close to."
"Well???"
"He said yes, someone he was very close to."
"So? Then what?"
"I asked if it was his wife."
"And what did he say?"
"He burst out laughing and he said that it was his sister! I didn't really know what to think of it!"
"He's an enigma, that one!"
"Sure is, but those kind are always the most fun, don't you think?"
"They sure are!" and the two women laughed as they left the room.
Valerie started wondering about him. True, he was very handsome. But also true that he was very aloof. Even though she had gotten him his job, he almost never spoke to her and when he did, it was only to answer a question that she had asked. Nor did he seem to take any notice of her own striking beauty, a fact which annoyed her to no end. Valerie, like most insecure women, was very vain and wanted constant confirmation of her good looks from the world.
A few times, she tried to speak to him in a way that was ever so slightly seductive, just to see if she could get a response. She couldn't. He answered all of her questions in a dull, flat tone of voice, never offering any more information than that specifically required of him. Her annoyance grew into a positive dislike and she fantasized about revenge.
The fantasies occupied her more and more. She was restless in the office and out of it too. Blair no longer excited her the way he had. She still cared for him, because he had been so good to her, but often when they fucked, she was forced to feign a passion that she didn't really feel for him. It was just too… gentle.
Once or twice, when they had been lying together after sex, she urged him to confess his fantasies to her. In that way, she thought that she might be able to tell him what she wanted. "Blair darling…" she began.
"Yes, love?"
"Do you ever, I mean, is there ever anything you ever think about when we're in bed together?"
"You bet!"
"Like what?" she asked eagerly.
"Oh, like what a sexy, hot cunt you are! About how I love to eat your sweet pussy and to fuck you until you moan and sigh. About your great, big, lovely tits."
She had kissed him then and reached under the covers to grab at his ever hard cock, but she was unhappy. She felt that she could never tell him what she wanted, not ever.
One evening, when she was very horny and restless, she decided to call the blonde cowboy she had met and who had really begun her initiation into pain. Slowly going over to the dresser drawer, she pulled out the piece of paper and unfolded it. It was very wrinkled, but she could still make out the number that was printed in bold, black digits.
Walking to the phone, her hand shook slightly, but she ignored it. She dialed the number and listened to the ring. Then, there was a clicking noise. "Hello?" she said, her voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry. The number you have reached had been disconnected. Please hang up…" Valerie put the phone down and swore aloud. No name, nothing! She had lost him!
She thought of Burt and the cruel sweet punishment he had inflicted upon her that night in the cellar. It was risky, but she thought it was worth it. She looked up his name in the telephone book and put a small circle around it. Going over to the phone, she dialed the number. It rang once, twice, three times and then someone answered it.
"Hello, may I please speak to Burt please?"
"I'm sorry, but he's not here."
"Oh. Well, when will he be back?"
"I'm not sure he will."
"What?"
"He left town rather suddenly a few weeks ago. Took a lot of his stuff and wouldn't say where he was. Left no forwarding address either. Said to just send everything to his folks. Sorry I can't be more helpful than that."
"Oh, oh that's OK."
"Is there a message of any kind? I can tell his folks for you it's very important."
"NO, no, that's all right," she said and put down the phone.
Valerie prowled around the house, looking for something to do. Even Blair was out of the question, for he was spending the evening with his family tonight and there was no chance that he might come over later.
She put on the radio, but the sultry voice that came out of it only made her more horny. She switched it off. She went into the kitchen, but food would not satisfy her craving tonight. She knew what she needed…
Maybe a shower or bath would help calm her nerves. Stripping off her clothing, she marched resolutely into the bathroom. The stinging hot needles of water drummed her neck and back, causing a slow warmth to spread through her body. She turned around and let the hot, pulsating flow beat down on her tits. The nipples grew stiff and hard, as if responding to a lover's touch.
She took the soap and worked up a good, stiff lather all over her body. The white lather stood up in peaks, like a beaten egg all over her body. She rubbed her breasts and shoulders, relaxing from the warm pressure of her own hands.
She moved the soap slowly down to her stomach, still continuing her slow, kneading motion. She rubbed the soap lovingly, as if it were a big, stiff dick that was about to enter her.
She moaned softly as she brought the soap down the slippery surface of her belly. With one hand, she reached down and opened the petals of her cunt very wide. With the other, she ran the soap over the stiff button of her clit that grew harder with the attention that she gave it.
Slowly, enjoying the sensations that flooded through her, she rubbed the hot, throbbing clit with a gentle, circular motion. The hot water of the shower pounded down around her, filling the room with fragrant clouds of steam.
She put an arm against the tile wall to brace herself as she rubbed harder now, thrusting the white bar faster and faster, against the whole swollen area.
She could feel her cunt lips open and the muscles in her body begin to expand and contract in anticipation of a dick. Without really thinking, she slipped it down to the entrance to her tight, wet cunt.
It slid in easily, causing her to suck in her breath loudly. The combination of the hot water and her already excited, damp passage made it easy and soon the fat white bar was thrusting in and out of her.
She loved the feeling and the steamy room made her a little dizzy, adding to the pleasure. Over and over again, she rammed the soap into her throbbing pussy, feeling her body grip it lovingly like a dick.
Carefully, she reached up and adjusted the shower head so that the streams of water hit her directly on the nipples. Arching her back, she let the needles caress her tits while the soap was causing her cunt to writhe with pleasure. Harder and harder she thrust and soon, the climax washed over her, warmer than the water of the shower. She groaned and bent over to keep from falling as her body writhed in the throes of orgasm.
After her shaking subsided, she adjusted the water so that it was cooler and rinsed herself off. After scrubbing her hair with strawberry shampoo, she stepped out of the shower, feeling much better.
She dried herself off with a big, fluffy towel and very carefully surveyed her body in the mirror. The wounds were now gone and only someone looking at her in bright, white light would be able to see them.
She dressed with her usual care, selecting a pair of skin tight French jeans from the drawer. With the high heeled red sandals, her legs looked endless and flawlessly beautiful. The pants hugged her body, gliding over the smooth ass and outlining the lips of her cunt. She then pulled on a tight sky blue tee shirt, which made her tits pop out. She combed her hair and wore it free. Hurriedly applying her make-up, she was ready and slammed the door behind her.