Part 1
Not for the first time, Tessa reflected that Americans were quite...prudish. In Europe, it was neither uncommon nor frowned upon for even married couples to stray outside the relationship (within reason, obviously.) Given the square-jawed, blue-eyed, gorgeous (but married) new guy at work, Tessa currently found the American prudishness especially frustrating.
To this day, Tessa's parents still radiated a happy, loving marriage even as they knowingly, openly, and arguably even frequently went outside their marriage. She remembered quite well how her handsome father seemingly always had a younger new woman in his life. Her mother, for her part, had no problems snagging the occasional boyfriend when she needed. With her gentle tan, strikingly blue eyes, and luscious brown hair, her mother was capable of bringing even the most confident of men to a pathetic, stammering, gurgle with only a seductive glance.
Perhaps unfortunately, Tessa had inherited those very looks. It was unfortunate in the sense that now in her 30's, Tessa suddenly found it much more difficult to live the social life she wanted. She'd found that unlike Europeans, Americans married young and started having kids in their 20's. Diametrically opposed to Europeans, Americans didn't seem to socialize as much after this part of their lives. And there was the whole frowning on extramarital affairs, which complicated Tessa's predicament... America had been good to Tessa, but Tessa still felt young, she wanted yet to live life to its fullest...
Then thoughts of the new guy at work entered her mind. When she'd seen him, she hoped against hope that the man - seemingly her age - was not married. As with every new person, he'd gone through the office and made his introductions. He'd certainly made an impression on her.
"I'm Mark." She remembered him saying, as he had shaken her hand. His strong, manly grip had sent tingles through her. More than this grip, though, she drank him in. He oozed a confident manliness through every pore. His eyes seemed to always be laughing at some good-natured joke; his dark brown hair was groomed without being militant. And those dimples that appeared with every smile...The only thing that could have made this man even more gorgeous was a slight touch of grey around his temples...or maybe sprinkled into his stubble.
Tessa had made it obvious that she was flirting with Mark when they introduced. Even after she noticed the wedding band on his left hand, she dipped her head and flicked her hair. Indeed, she intended to make it *more* obvious once she'd seen the ring.
Thoughts of Mark racing through her mind, Tessa realized that she had been lying awake for some time. She was likely to lie awake for much more time yet if she did nothing - she needed relief. Turning her thoughts again to Mark, Tessa grabbed the nearest pillow, laid face down, and placed it beneath her hips.
Imagining that the pillow was Mark, she found the pressure of the pillow underneath her was adequate for her needs - but sorely unlike the real thing. As she began to gently grind her pelvis into the Mark-pillow, she reached a hand beneath her panties and began to circle her clitoris.
She sharpened her thoughts and focused on Mark's radiant sexiness. At first, she imagined his chiseled jaw line...god it was something from a statue! And then, her thoughts turned to his forearms. One day at work, he'd worn a long sleeve shirt which he'd rolled up to his elbows...and..."MMmmm"...she'd noticed how muscular and how manly they were, how his forearm muscles seemed to twitch under every movement. "Uuuuunnnn..."
Tessa was, by now, gyrating her hips into the Mark-pillow with some force. She could also hear herself beginning to moan involuntarily as she continued to circle her clitoris thinking of Mark. Tessa found that men were quite turned on by her moaning, so she'd taken to doing it as soon as she was sufficiently aroused. She found it to be quite a feedback loop: she'd moan, they'd do something that turned her on more - and on and on. Just now, she imagined Mark was the one hearing her.
Again thinking of Mark's forearms, she began to imagine how they would look as she looked over her shoulder and watched as Mark - standing just behind her - pulled out his massive cock, entered her, and braced himself by grabbing her ass. "Harder...mmmmm...deeper...yesss..."
In her mind, Mark obliged and she could feel him grab her tight as he began to powerfully thrust into her. Desperately hoping that her fingers felt like Mark's throbbing cock, she slipped two fingers inside of her wetness and began to pump them in and out.
Fervently clinging to the thought of Mark's cock pumping in and out of her, Tessa powerfully ground into her pillow and started to shake from an orgasm. In the last moments of her orgasm, Tessa imagined that Mark, too, had pulled out and spilled his seed all over her ass. Something about men's cum drove her wild. "Why did I imagine him doing that instead of cumming inside of me?" Tessa wondered.
Collapsing after much-needed relief, Tessa pushed aside the pillow and fell asleep.
Part 2
Tessa awoke, as usual, to her phone's alarm clock. Readying herself for the day, she began to ponder how she could seduce this gorgeous man. The first stage of her morning ritual was always the shower, and so she found herself thinking again of Mark as she padded barefoot over to it.
Turning a squeaky knob, the warm water jetted out and embraced her. She loved that feeling. Now looking down to her well-trimmed pubic hair flowing under rivulets of warm water, she wondered what kind of pubic hair Mark liked. She doubted that a handsome man of his age was the "au naturel" type. Tessa had noticed that - perhaps thanks to pervasive internet porn - men increasingly seemed to like cleanly-shaven vaginas. Tessa liked the clean feeling associated with it and so required little convincing that it was a trend worth indulging in. She decided to shave it clean, imagining that Mark would prefer it that way.
With the shower done, the second stage of her morning ritual began. Drying off her hair with a towel, she began to wonder what she could wear that was professional but would still get Mark's blood pumping... After some serious consideration, Tessa thought she'd found just the outfit. For a moment, though, she'd found herself at a real crossroads: should she wear panties or not? She'd imagined how erotically dangerous it would seem to flirt with Mark at work, hoping against hope that he would reach his hand up her skirt and find bare flesh...
Instead, though, Tessa completed the third stage of her morning ritual by adorning matching lacy white panties and bra. Then she slipped on the daringly-short plaid skirt and white shirt that she thought would get Mark's heart to skip a beat. She then pulled up a pair of knee-high socks and slipped on a pair of black heels. Double-checking herself in the mirror, she thought "Damn, I look HOT!"
Satisfied that when Mark saw her she'd get his lust up, she left for work. Almost as if by divine intervention, she came across Mark in the hallway before she'd even made it to her office.
"Hey Tessa!" His gently-dangerous, very-white, very-perfect smile sent shivers down her spine. She panicked. She wanted so much to say so many things - she'd been thinking about him all night! "Hey Mark!" was all she could dumbly say in response.
