Heather walked briskly into the high rise building which included the doctor's office where she worked. She stopped at the front desk and chatted with Dewayne, the security guard who was stuck at the front desk all day. Dewayne's eyes lit up as she handed him a cup of coffee she had picked up for him at her favorite coffee shop when she bought hers. Heather took the time to ask about his family... had his mom gotten over the flu?
She did not really think about it, but Heather had improved Dewayne's life exponentially just by the simple act of stopping and talking to him each morning. Not just because she was drop dead gorgeous, bubbly and vivacious. Not because she always proffered a free cup of his favorite coffee, he could get free coffee all day long in the security office, and did. No, its because she SAW HIM. He did not think about it either... but she made him feel valued. For the rest of his day he passed that small favor on to everyone who entered the building. Heather had affected hundreds of people without even knowing she had brightened so many lives.
She beebopped into the office, exuding the same chipper bubble of happiness. The new girl, Monica, popped off, "Well. Somebody got some, didn't they?"
Judy laughed, then rolled her eyes, "No, she is ALWAYS like this. You'll get used to Miss Sunshine..."
Without thinking about it, Heather shot back, "I guess you're both right!"
It only took her an instant to realize she had over shared, seeing the mixture of shocked or "oh, my" looks on half a dozen faces. Thank God the doctors had not been in the office. She turned crimson, and busied herself removing items from her bag.
Charlotte walked over to Heather's desk and said snarkily, "Do tell... you got laid this morning? Is that your secret, little glitter bomb?"
Heather stammered, "Oh, no... I didn't get LAID this morning... nothing like that..."
She was hoping they would enjoy her embarrassment and move on.
Charlotte was having none of it. Sweet, mousy little Heather might have a wild, kinky side. She might be a freak. She wasn't going to let this go so easily.
"Come on, honey. If there is some secret to being this chipper all the time, you can't keep it from us poor girls... maybe we can benefit..."
Heather hesitated. "Well... I didn't get laid..."
"But?"
Heather said quickly, "Mark spoils me..."
Everyone in the office knew this. Heather's hubby frequently brought her lunch, or a surprise, or anything she hinted that she wanted. She did not intentionally abuse his generosity. But he loved her, and it showed.
Charlotte grinned, "We know. What does that have to do with NOT getting laid?"
Heather was not stupid. She just protected her privacy. But why should she be ashamed of THIS? So she decided to share.
"Well. About three years ago, on a whim, Mark woke up before me one morning. I woke up to him going down on me."
Without sharing it, she recalled the morning which changed their lives. She had been fast asleep. She and Mark normally slept naked, liking the way their bodies felt against each other.
She had awakened to the sensations of Mark's talented tongue caressing her thighs and her labia. It felt really nice.
Then her husband had continued once she was awake, lovingly bathing her clitoris with his lips and tongue, darting back and forth across her bud until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. What a way to start the day!
That particular morning, Mark had an early meeting. Heather had expected him to "climb aboard" and finish, but he said he couldn't, as much as he wanted to feel her body enveloping his manhood.
