Sandra couldn’t believe how effective the pills she had taken were. Her body was still sizzling with desire and anticipation for more. Her face wore a crimson, red mask, her body burning with sensations, she could only dream of. As she left her office, she traveled the corridors of the building, towards the bathroom, until she bumped into Steve Jenkins, knocking down the papers he carried in the process.
Still woozy from her orgasm, she helped pick up his papers with glazed over eyes, and a trembling body. Steve flashed her a smile that made her heart melt and her vagina tingle. The pills were too much. Quickly, they picked up the papers and at one moment, Steve’s warm hand made contact with hers, sending a sexual shiver down her spine. Steve was the man of her dreams, could he be her secret admirer?
“I’m so sorry, how clumsy of me,” Sandra said apologizing to the handsome man.
“It’s no problem, really!” Said Steve, flashing Sandra a sparkling grin. She looked deep into his eyes, smiling, and showing him that she was interested, in a subtle way. Steve smiled back at her shyly and promptly added,
“I’ve really got to go now, or I’m in real trouble, I hope to see you around.” He then sped off to his desired location. Sandra could only wave.
Knowing that her admirer wasn’t patient, she remembered what the letter had read.
Obeying the instructions of her kinky stalker, Sandra continued her interrupted quest. She walked towards the men's room. She looked around every corner to make sure no one could see her commit the embarrassing act, of entering the washroom. Her body was still shaking with nervousness. She still couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into.
She cautiously opened the door and stuck her head in. Luckily, there was not a man in sight. Some of Sandra's fears faded away but that wasn't enough. With her heart pounding almost out of her gracious chest, she nervously entered the first cubicle, locking it behind her. On the ground of the empty stall, there was a gift, wrapped with a cute, red ribbon. There was no note, or anything of that sort. It was obvious who had left that little surprise.
With shivering hands, Sandra unwrapped the concealed gift. Inside the small box was a simple, yet effective gift. It was a shimmering red, silk blindfold. There was also a note that read:
"Sandra, the next step is easy and obvious, follow your heart, from yours truly."
'What an awkward note," Sandra thought to herself. She slid the soft blindfold over her eyes, following the easy instructions. |