For those of you that do not like a lot of narration, you probably should read something else.
Diane drifted into town at the end of summer; besides a few personal belongings she only had a box; a very special box. The box contained SIX trophies. Having previous experience as a supply administrator, it was easy for her to get a job. She did a great job, always meticulous and professional and no one could ever claim otherwise.
Diane also had a secret that she hid from everyone, until she couldn't. It pressed down upon her like a heavy weight. It would eat away at her resistance until she had none.
Diane had been pretty and drew guys to her like moths to a light. But, she had always been a little stand offish with everyone because of her father. Her father was a drunk and she could never have anyone over to her home. Her mother had left them both when she was 18. She was never abused by him, but she was never really loved by him either. He had died in her first year at college.
When she was in college she had tried to spend all of her energies on getting an education, and then she had met Roger. He was her professor and she was totally unprepared for the older man's charms. Needing that love from her dad was probably why she had been attracted to her professor. They'd had a brief but intense affair and she had gotten pregnant. Roger had just laughed at her when she had told him the news. He had no intention of leaving his wife.
Diane knew she wanted revenge. Only one thought coursed through her brain, he must pay. Then while arguing with him, her head had seemed to explode. Like wandering through an impenetrable mist, she had been lost in her rage. Her subconscious had taken over and that had been trophy number ONE. Once she was free of the blood rage that had taken hold of her, Diane had been horrified with herself and her first instinct was to run. Then a little voice in her head had told her that running would get her caught. So she covered up what she had done and had quietly gotten an abortion. Finishing college before leaving the area, she knew that she had been lucky to get away with it.
Her dark brown hair had the same luster, her gray eyes shown just as bright. She was still attractive which was necessary to attract a man when the time was right. Every few years a subconscious urge tried to consume her. Diane would fight it as best as she could, but her will power would slowly drain and eventually she would give in to it. It had been many years since that first time. Diane would concentrate on her job trying to avoid people, but after that first time, the struggle became harder and harder for her.
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In the time she had been at The Hartfield Company, it had become well known that Diane was a card carrying, flag waving man hater, why was up for debate. She claimed to be a lesbian but with a personality of acid rain women didn't like her either.
When she would finally give into the craving, she would choose and older man. In this case it was her manager Chris Evans. Once her subconscious had selected her next lover, she would spend time getting him into the proper frame of mind. She would first make sure that no one else would even suspect that this was anything except business as usual and then she would start being friendly to him.
Diane always dressed in a skirt and button up blouse. If she and Mr. Evans were going to be alone, she would make sure her skirt would ride up and a few buttons on her blouse were open. Innocently flirted sexually would be her bait to draw him to her.
Slowly, little by little, she had him thinking the way she wanted him to. It didn't take too long until Chris would sneak a peek every time he thought she wasn't looking. Diane eventually started meeting him for drinks after work at some nightspots around town, someplace where no one knew either of them. She always wore a blonde wig and dark sunglasses and explained she didn't want anyone to know they were seeing each other.
Enough flirting and exposed skin eventually led to them having an affair. When the craving took over Diane would develop a desire for cum from an older man. She wanted cum to shoot out of a hard cock into her mouth. Her mouth watered at the thought of how it tasted. She wanted to experience a hard cock slamming into her pussy and feel it throb deep inside of her as it shot a load. The craving had to be satisfied, even though all of the rest of the time she hated the thought of being penetrated by a man.
Diane had led Chris to where she wanted him to go. There were absolutely no emails or phone calls between them. No one could know about them. He was more than willing to cooperate; he didn't want his wife to find out.
It was late Friday afternoon. Diane trembled as she knocked on his office door, "You busy?"
A smile lit up his face when Chris looked up to see who it was, "Not for you."
She had waited until she could approach him with no one around. "Are we still on for this weekend?"
Chris felt his cock stirring in his pants, "Oh yeah. My wife is taking the kids to visit her mother. I told her I was too busy to go, so she left today."
Giving into the craving made Diane desire a man, but it had to be from a man that was about the age her professor had been. Her professor had been her first lover. Diane had let him do anything that he had wanted to. Chris had been invited to do the same with her. But, this time would be special for them.
"My wife is gone tomorrow, how about my place this Saturday?"
Diane was almost shaking in anticipation and couldn't wait until tomorrow; she needed it now. His house would never do, "Your home is out. We can't do anything there, your neighbors will find out."
Chris sighed, "And my wife will only be gone today and tomorrow."
They had been meeting at various places around town to have sex, now she needed someplace different. "Don't you know of any out of the way motel where no one will know you or me?"
"Well there is the Overlook Inn. It's usually packed during the spring and summer but no one goes there during the winter."
Diane nodded, "That's perfect. You go there right after work and I will be there in a couple of hours. "Remember Chris, no one can know about this or I won't do it."
If Chris had been thinking with his big head instead of his little head, he would have noticed how excited Diane actually was to have sex with him even though they'd had sex many times. But he was thinking of how good sex was with her and simply gave her directions to the motel.
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Chris had checked into the motel, wondering where she was, and he was becoming impatient. He couldn't think of anything but having her suck him and then fucking her. He felt like a real man when he was with her.
Diane had left her car in the parking lot of a bar that she and Chris sometimes went to. She had picked that location because it didn't have security cameras in the parking lot. She got out wearing a disguise and used a pay phone to call a cab.
The cab driver found an old man in the parking lot of the Esimed tavern and took him to the Overlook Inn. He was paid in cash and given a $20 tip. He drove away wondering who the old man was; they really hadn't talked very much.
Chris answered the door and saw an old man wearing gloves and an overcoat, "Can I help you?"
Diane started chuckling, "Chris, it's me."
"Why are you dressed as a guy?"
Carrying a medium size case, Diane walked around him and into the room. "I don't want anyone to know I'm here." She hung her coat up and still wearing the gloves went into the bathroom. She removed almost everything she had in her bag. Taking off her disguise and removing her theatrical makeup. After placing all of the items in her bag she removed the man gloves she was wearing, she put on a pair of long white bridal gloves. Only then did she get dressed to give Chris his sensual evening.
