Chapter 7
Rebecca's skirt lay in a pool around one ankle and the middle three buttons of her blouse were undone. The fingers of her left hand massaged her right breast as her right hand worked feverishly in and out of herself below. The crotch of her plain white briefs had been pushed to the side before the long blue skirt had hit the floor. She was glad she had the presence of mind to lock the stall door before she started because she wouldn't have been able to stop to do it now. Her thighs quivered with the long-forgotten pleasures of orgasm as she rode the sensations to their inevitable outcome.
Laying back against the toilet with her legs splayed out before her and her butt hanging off the front edge of the seat, Rebecca was overcome with a sudden urge to go shopping. 'Why didn't I ever try this before?' Rebecca thought to herself as she matter-of-factly redressed and dried the sweat from her face and chest with paper towels. 'That was great!' With shaky legs the mother of three washed the secretions from her hands and checked her modest make-up in the mirror.
"Scott, you're in charge for a few hours. I have to go out for a while," Rebecca called to the senior editor as she entered the hall.
"You got it, Mrs. F," Scott mumbled, glancing up at her. For the first time in the four years he'd known her, the HU senior did a double- take at his professor.
"You OK, Mrs. F? You look a little...flustered. Did we miss a story deadline?"
"No, nothing like that, Scott," Rebecca said, nervously smoothing out the front of her rumpled skirt. "Just watch the paper for me,
OK?" "Okey-dokey," Scott said absent-mindedly as he watched his mentor practically knock over a couple of students on her way to the bathroom.
End chapter 7