She had spent the afternoon and evening of the day before in a motel with a man. Actually, with two men at two different times. As Carrie sat at her desk now her mind wandered away from the figures in front of her and back to the day before. Her prim little suit, high- collared white blouse and professional appearance did not betray the erectness of her nipples or the wetness between her legs as her mind drifted back to the previous day.

One of her co-workers, a man she had been seeing regularly, stopped by her office shortly after lunch, laying a slip of paper on the edge of her desk, smiled with a question in his eyes and walked on. On the piece of paper were written the numbers `232′, followed by a question mark. She tore the paper in two, watching the pieces as they fluttered into her wastebasket.

Pushing back her sleek blonde hair, she smiled, feeling the familiar twinge between her legs.

Later Carrie picked up her phone, dialed a number and said, “Great! Same place? 3:30?”

At the affirmative answer she went back to work, trying to put the anticipation in another part of her mind for a few more hours.

He arrived at the motel first and when Carrie walked in his jacket and tie were over the back of a chair and he had two glasses of wine waiting on the table. She shrugged out of her own jacket, slipped off her heels and set her purse on the dresser. He walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his hardness against her, kissing the back of her neck.

“You smell wonderful. I’ve been thinking of you all day,” he murmured in her ear.

She turned to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest.

“But we have too many clothes on, don’t you think?” she laughed.