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enjoy the
experience. Okay?"
    "Okay…" I squeaked at him. "Um, but why
rinse it?"
    "Because the alcohol in the sanitizer
will burn certain sensitive areas. And that burn is not one I want to experience."
    "Oh…" realization starting to take
shape…"O…K…"
    He patted my hand, leaned over and whispered in my
ear. " Be a good girl, Maeve, and I'll make what
happened in Tom's office seem like a Sunday picnic."
    First my eyes popped open wide and then they drooped
and a warm smile strolled across my face as I remembered what we did in Tom's
office.
    "That's my girl." He sure sounded smug.
    As soon as it was allowed, I got up and took my purse
with me to the bathroom and did as I was instructed. I had just finished when I
heard a knock on the door. "Occupied," I called out a bit shaky.
    "Maeve." I heard his deep voice through the
door.
    I tried in vain to still my shaking hands. What was
wrong with me? How had I gotten convinced to have sex with a stranger multiple
times in some very public places? I don't know…I don't know what's wrong…this
isn't me…this isn't how I act.
    "Maeve?"
    I opened the door just a smidge to see his handsome
face gracing that gorgeous body and his should be outlawed hell in a hand
basket smile.
    "Let me in Maeve…"
    So many thoughts were running through my mind. Should
I let him in and continue this character changing experience or should I shut
the door and go back to the quiet, shy girl that I was before? Could I even go
back to the girl who simply wrote her fantasies instead of living them? Did I
really want to?
    "Maeve, sweetheart, are you okay?"
    I opened the door wider for him and stepped as far out
of the way as I could. These bathrooms are really tiny.
    His eyes hinted of a deep seated hunger, yet his smile
was warm and gentle, caressing even.
    I found myself backed against the sink counter. He was
facing me.
    He brought my laptop with him. My eyes widened in
fear.
    He chuckled. "No, my sweet, I didn't want you to
be distracted and worried that someone might steal it. So I brought it with
me."
    His face grew serious and hungry.
    "Take off your panties and hand them to me."
    I slowly reached down, pulled them off and handed them
to him.
    He balled them up and put them in his pocket.
"You won't need these anymore today."
    My eyes grew wide. What the heck was he talking
about ? Of course I needed my panties. Did he honestly expect me to run
around without anything covering me? Without something to
hide behind?
    "Unbutton your shirt." He licked his lips
and any coherent thought I had was gone.
    I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and held it there
as I started to slowly fumble with the top button.
    "Baby girl, this is a short flight and as much as
I want to enjoy watching you strip, you'll need to work faster."
    I quickly made short work of the rest of the buttons
of my shirt.
    "Unhook your bra."
    I did as I was told. Again why did it take me an
act of congress to get my bra clasp to unhook? Finally my bra opened.
    I hung my head. I was too embarrassed to look at him.
    "Play with your nipples, baby."
    I began to caress them and stroke them, still holding
my head down. They began to harden into stiff peaks.
    He groaned a deep guttural sound.
    I glanced up at him then and liked what I saw. He was
ever-so-slightly trembling. It seemed as though he was having a hard time
keeping control. I was beginning to like this effect I had on him. Before, he
was in control, he was in his element. Now, as I watched him watching me, I
felt more in control and the feeling sent a surge of warmth and tension to my
lower belly. It felt as though even my thighs were tense and they warmed as I
felt a fire burn through me again. I know he had told me in Tom's office that I
was truly the one in control, but seeing him like this, I was actually starting
to feel like I was the one in control.
    As that thought was just beginning to take shape, I
realized I didn't know what to do next. It ’ s great to be in