Sheila's Secret

Lab Room

It was two weeks later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience. All her memory would allow her was the momentary gap of light where his steely hazel eyes peered into her soul. It felt as if she was a semi-completed journal and he was all she needed to finish. It didn't bother Sheila one bit that she had woke up in the same bed she had been fucked to sleep in, that her ass tingled every time she thought of it or even that she had sex with a complete stranger and used no protection. In fact, she enjoyed all of those troubling signs and thought that night could not have gotten better. If only she could have lasted for a second round.
A few hours later, Sheila found herself alone in the chemistry lab since her partner bailed half way through their independent study session. Books and notes were scattered every which way and Sheila was bent over the lab desk, writing in figures to apply to a formula. It had been relatively quiet until the door creaked open and slammed shut just as fast, making Sheila jump and knocking over almost all her books. She spun around and saw nobody was in the small room with her. After a deep breath she picked up her books and returned to work. Another fifteen minutes passed before the day took a turn for the better.

It was about time to take a break when Sheila felt something brush up against her calves, like fingers. She squealed, looked down and around the lab desk, but there was nothing in sight. Just as she was about for brush it off, something tugged on her scrunchie completely removing it, dropping her hair to its full length. She whipped her head around quickly, but there was still nothing there. What was happening was a little more than strange and Sheila wasn't looking forward to hanging around.

She began to pack up, throwing papers in her bag to be organized later and stuffing the lab equipment wherever there was space. She had leaned forward to place the microscope in its spot when what felt like a hand pressed itself against her pelvis accompanied by a warm push of air that echoed past her ear before a set of teeth began nibbling. Immediately the night of the party rushed into her mind. These were those same teeth, the same hands on her waist and the same breathing pattern. The same shiver shot down her spine as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could already feel the iron hard bulge poking at the soft flesh between her legs as the mouth worked her ear over, weakening her knees. Sheila put her hands out on the counter in front of her for support. This afforded an opening for the hands. They slowly moved up her sides, stopping to pull her blouse out of her skirt.

They proceeded to meet over her waist, and began to unbutton her shirt. The hands stopped halfway before ripping the shirt open the rest of the way. The buttons popped off one by one, each hitting against the assortment of microscopes Sheila leaned over for support.

The hands caressed every inch of her exposed flesh, their soft touch leaving trails across her toned stomach. They traveled upward, reaching Sheila's bra. It was a red lace bra that closed in the front instead of the usual back clasp. Each hand took a breast and began to squeeze as the mouth began it's work on her neck, nibbling and circling her most sensitive spots with the tongue. Sheila could only stand there and bite her lip, trying to muffle any sounds she might make. Right outside that door was the entire science department and half of the overall administration staff.

As if the job wasn't hard enough, one of the hands started the ominous trip south. Just as it reached her waist, it paused. She was suddenly spun around and a pair of the softest lips she had ever felt met hers. The faint scent of Burt's Bee's Mango graced her nosed and their tongues danced to the flavor of Strawberry Orbit. Sheila thought of opening her eyes, finally catching a glimpse of her unknown peruser. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. A part of her deep down wanted it to be this way.