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It had been four months since their encounter and no words had passed between them concerning that late night work session. For the first week, he averted his eyes when talking to her, his body trembled when he was in her office, and he answered weakly when speaking with her. Nights weren't spent with his friends anymore. Instead, they were spent replaying the scene in his head as he rubbed the memory into his cock. He had become secluded and obsessed.

She was currently out of town, meeting with a new client, but would be returning this evening. He had received an email from her, on his personal email account, asking him to retrieve a package from her office and to meet her later, this evening, at her house. In the email she had said she hoped he would be ready to work late tonight. His obsessive brain began calculating possibilities.

Swallowing hard, he turned the handle and entered her empty office. Even though she wasn't there, the office was still filled with her presence. His eyes closed momentarily so he could focus on the scent of her skin. A slight lotion, and light citrus perfume. His cock began to swell as he took it in. Swaying on his feet, he became lost in a memory.

The walls of her office were decorated with what appeared, at first glance, to be safe, corporate art. A lakeside scene. A dinner party. Busy urban landscapes. Closer inspection brought out subtle questionable details. Horrified and horrific faces painted into city crowds. Impish tails appearing from around the back of well-dressed gentlemen. What appeared to be S