The Affair

Bathroom Escape

The cup of chamomile tea she fixed was still sitting in front of her. By now it was no longer piping hot. It was warm but she didn’t care. She would drink it anyway. Maybe it would help calm her. She just needed to be able to get to her car.

Suddenly the door opened. It was Victor.

Marlena was so startled by the door opening she spilled tea all over her suit.

“I’m sorry Marlena. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted you to know the rest of the Board Members have arrived and we will be starting in 5 minutes.

For just an instant, a look of panic crossed Marlena’s face. It left just as quickly.

Even though Marlena quickly recovered her composure, Victor had seen the flicker of panic in her eyes. He didn’t know what it was about but he assumed it had something to do with John. He loved John like a son and he always had a soft spot for Marlena. John had been married to his daughter Isabella and he was the father of his grandson Boaty.

“That’s ok Victor. It’s my fault I spilled my tea. I wasn’t paying attention.”

She hoped he hadn’t seen the panic in her eyes.

Victor reached in his pocket and gave her two keys. “You need to try and get that stain out now. Why don’t you go to my office and use my private bathroom? You should be able to find everything you need in there.”

“Thanks Victor. I’ll take you up on your offer.” She walked over to the refreshment table and took a small bottle of seltzer with her.

As Marlena left the Board Room to rinse off her suit, she didn’t notice the elevator doors open or its occupants. There was, however, one passenger standing in the back of the elevator who noticed her immediately. It was John. He saw the stain on her suit, the bottle of seltzer in her hand and guessed she was on her way to Victor’s office to rinse out her suit. The stain on her suit wasn’t what concerned him. What bothered him was the agony she was obviously experiencing. He was always in sync with her emotional state. He knew that today would be extremely taxing for her. That was the reason he delayed his arrival. He purposely arrived late to give her time to deal with what transpired in that room.

John knew the practical thing to do would be to go straight into the meeting but his overall concern for Marlena overruled practicality. He promised her he would be there for her whenever she needed him, in whatever capacity she needed him, and she needed him now.

He didn’t know how she would react when she saw him. He stood outside the elevator doors mentally preparing himself for the challenge that waited. John knew the minute he saw her he would want to make love to her but he had to be strong. He would keep his word to her. He would not take advantage of the situation.

As John stood outside the elevator doors deciding on the best way to approach Marlena, she was unlocking the door to Victor’s office. Marlena locked the door behind her. Given her state of mind she didn’t need anyone surprising her. As Marlena began to unbutton her jacket she walked into Victor’s private bathroom and again locked the door. She unzipped her skirt and slipped out of it. There she stood in her lacy underwear, garter belt, stockings, heels, holding a bottle of seltzer. If this was any other time she would find humor in her current state of dress but there was no humor in her today.

She was in a deep fog. It was as if she was possessed. She could not get John out of her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, he was there. When she looked at herself in the mirror she saw a woman who was desperate. Desperate for a man she could no longer love. Desperate for John.

Marlena shook her head from to side to side trying to clear her mind.

“Concentrate on one thing at a time”, she told herself. “Right now you need to try to get the tea stain out.”

She laid both her jacket and skirt on the counter, poured the seltzer on a towel and set the bottle back on the counter. While she was blotting the tea stain out of her jacket and skirt she accidentally knocked the seltzer bottle over. Seltzer went every where but most of it landed on her suit. It was soaked.

‘Great, just great’, she thought.

It would take forever for them to dry. She tried to sop up as much of the seltzer as she could but her clothes were pretty wet. Marlena laid her clothes out on a chair and prepared herself for a long wait.

Maybe by the time her clothes were dry she would have control over her body. She needed to use this time to calm down. John could not see her like this. He would know, he always knew. She knew he would keep his word and not take advantage of the situation but she still didn’t want to tempt fate. The question was not about him, but about her. Could she stay away from him? If he said her name ‘Marlena’ she would give in to him. She would ask him to make love to her and she would be lost forever. She knew once they made love she would not be able to walk away from him again.

Marlena stood in front of the mirror in her lacy underwear, stockings and heels, with her head bending down and her legs apart. Her n*****s were straining against the lacey bra she wore. Her lips were slightly parted and breathing was fast. Marlena didn’t think she had ever been this aroused in her life. At least not by a simple memory. She leaned in and placed her hands on the counter top. She closed her eyes trying to fight her way through the fog. The fog that was John.

While Marlena was trying to compose herself, John reached Victor’s office. He tried the handle but the door was locked. That wasn’t a problem. A long time ago Victor had given him a key to his office for emergency purposes. This definitely qualified as an emergency. Slowly he turned the handle. John walked in and didn’t see Marlena.

‘She must still be in the bathroom’, he thought.

Again he tried the handle, and again it was locked. Still not a problem. He also had the key to the bathroom. John unlocked the door and walked in the bathroom. Immediately he saw her.

Marlena was so deep in thought she never heard the key in the lock, the handle turn or the door open.

John closed the door and locked it. Any other time he would have taken time to admire her body, but not today. He could see the anguish in her face from her reflection in the mirror. It was breaking his heart to know he was responsible for her pain. He had to do something. He needed to ease her pain.

He promised her he wouldn’t make love to her unless she asked him. He would keep that promise. He also promised her he would be there for her in whatever capacity she needed him. He would keep that promise. There was only one thing to do.

John stood just inside the door and removed his jacket and tie and placed them on a small table.

Marlena still didn’t realize he was there.

He pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t take it off; he just opened it all the way. He knew she would need to feel his skin.

Still no reaction from Marlena.

It wasn’t that he was trying to be quiet; it was that she was lost in her own world.

He slowly walked to her until he was standing right behind. The space between them was maybe 3 inches.

Immediately she knew he was there. She hadn’t heard him walk in, she hadn’t seen him and she hadn’t smelled his cologne. She felt his presence. She just knew he was there.

Without saying a word she leaned back into his chest. She knew why he was here.

It was as if they were both reading the same story. There would be no words spoken between them. There would be no declarations of love or tender caresses between them. They would never speak of this moment again. She needed him and he was here for her.

John could see her n*****s straining through her bra. He reached around her and began to rub her n*****s with his index fingers. He knew she needed her n*****s touched. He knew they needed to be released from her bra. He wanted to take each one in his mouth and make love to it with his tongue, but he wouldn’t. He wanted to kiss her and tell her he loved her, but he wouldn’t.

Marlena’s bra hooked in the front and with one hand he unsnapped it. They were free at last.

Not a word was spoken.

The only sound in the room was the sound of their breathing. He stood there rubbing her n*****s and she leaned against his chest enjoying his touch. Her eyes were still closed.

John stopped rubbing her n*****s and turned her around until she was facing him. He put his hands on her panties and tore them off. Over the years he had become an expert at removing her panties. He threw them on the floor. Now her eyes were open. John knew she was ready and so was he. He had been ready since he saw her walking to Victor’s office. He picked her up and immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. John walked to the nearest wall and pushed her back against it.

Still not a word was spoken.

The only sound that could be heard was their rapid breathing. Next he unzipped his pants and pushed the tip of his p***s inside of her. Pre-c*m was already dripping from him. Then he placed his hands on each side of her against the wall. They both knew this would not be slow and easy. It would be fast and hard. It was what she needed. She closed her eyes, put her head on his shoulder and pulled him closer to her. He took it as a sign she was ready. Using the wall as leverage he slammed into her. Once he was fully inside of her he stopped; waiting for her to adjust to him. After a moment she pulled him closer. Again he took this as a sign she was ready to continue. John repeatedly slammed into her over and over. She met each thrust head on. She didn’t cry out or back down. Instead she bit her lower lip. At times she thought he would split her in two. She couldn’t remember a time he was that deep inside of her. It felt so good. He felt so good. This was exactly what she needed.

John felt her legs start to shake. He knew she was almost there. He went faster and harder. Marlena knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded into ecstasy. To keep from crying out and biting her lip in two, Marlena started to suck John’s shoulder. Waves of pleasure began to wash over her body. The more intense the wave the harder she sucked.

John knew Marlena would leave a mark on his shoulder. He didn’t care. He also knew she wouldn’t make a sound. No matter how hard he slammed inside of her, he knew she would be silent. There was no other sound except for their breathing, He wanted to give her the release she needed. He just pushed harder and faster.

Finally he felt her entire body begin to shake. She pulled him tighter to her body. Her n*****s rubbed his chest and she held her eyes shut even tighter. The only thing she wanted was to feel him slamming into her and hear their grunts each time he slammed into her.

She held on to him like a drowning man holding on to a life preserver. Suddenly she was free falling. It was a struggle for her not to bite down on his shoulder.

John began to slow his pace. Marlena could barely hold on to him. He walked over to the chair where Marlena had placed her suit to dry and with one hand picked it up and threw it on the counter top. He was still inside of her and although she was tired, her legs were still wrapped around his waist.

They both knew they weren’t done. Once was never enough.

As he began to sit in the chair, she unwrapped her legs from his waist and straddled him. Now she would ride him. Even though he knew she was tired he also knew she would ride him like there was no tomorrow. In fact, there was no tomorrow, there was only this moment. He gripped the sides of the chair.

She placed her hands on his chest and ran her finger nails up and down his chest. It wasn’t a gentle touch. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to leave a mark. After she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest she put arms inside his shirt and wrapped her arms around his back. John would let her take charge this time. She would set the pace.

Marlena leaned in so her n*****s would touch his chest. She began to move up and down. Each time she moved, her n*****s would go up and down his chest. She knew what she was doing to him. Just as John knew how to push her buttons, she knew how to push his. Her breasts were one of his weaknesses. She knew he wanted her breasts in his mouth. She began to ride him harder and faster. Her finger nails dug into his back. She knew she was scratching him but she didn’t care, and neither did he. Now it was his turn to struggle to hold on.

All of a sudden Marlena let go of his back and leaned backwards. As soon as she let go of his back John let go of the chair and grabbed her waist to hold her steady. She placed her hands behind her on his knees. This way he could hit her G-Spot. He was the only man who had ever done that to her. Up and down she continued. Faster and faster she went. He leaned in and grabbed one of her breasts with his mouth. He rolled his tongue around and around her n****e. Then he began to suck it like a baby sucks a bottle. He switched to the other breast. After completely fulfilling his desire for her breasts he let them both go. He would not leave a mark on her body, but after today her n*****s would be sore to the touch.

By now they were both on the brink. Just a little bit longer and it would be all over. At the first sign of their orgasms John pulled her into his chest. They both closed their eyes and held on tight. And then it began. Their bodies were overcome with waves of pleasure. They felt like the pebbles of sand on a beach being pounded by the surf waves at high tide. And just like nothing could stop high tide, nothing could stop the intense pleasure they both felt. There was nothing to do but hold on and enjoy the moment.

And finally it was over. Marlena was slumped over John. She had collapsed in his arms. They were both still trembling. Their breathing began to return to normal. He held on to her until she began to stir. Slowly and reluctantly he let her go.

Neither one of them said a word. They both knew their moment was over. It was time to clean up and get dressed. While Marlena checked on her suit, John walked over to the table to get his jacket and tie. He slipped his jacket on and walked over to the mirror to put his tie on. They stood side by side. He buttoned his shirt and fixed his tie. She slipped her jacket on and then her skirt. He turned around to leave and saw her torn underwear on the floor. He reached down to pick it up. Instead of returning it to her, he put it in his suit pocket and walked out of the door. Marlena finished getting dressed. She didn’t bother looking for her underwear. There was no need. She knew John had taken it with him. He always did.

Fifteen minutes later she walked into the meeting. The only vacant seat left was the one next to John. She took her seat and found the agenda item currently being discussed. There were no accidental touches or stolen glances between them. They were merely two colleagues who sat on the same board and at one time happened to be married to each other.