Dan’s eyes widened and his jaw clamped shut to silence whimpers of lust. His instant erection nearly made his underwear explode. Her swaying hips were hypnotizing.

Resisting her beyond this point was a Herculean effort. He swiveled in his leather-back chair and turned to look out the window behind him. It grew dark outside, and the single light of the parking lot dimly illuminated the shape of some cars outside.

He wasn’t really interested in those cars. What he really wanted was to turn around and watch Miss Clemmons bend over again. He may be married, but as a red-blooded heterosexual, he was far from dead.

He tried thinking of his wife, Janice. When he got home he wouldn’t stop making love to her until his member looked like a slab of beef jerky. If she later asked about his amorousness, he’d truthfully say that thoughts of sex had plagued him all night long. That might even score some points for him.

By turning his back on her, Dan hoped Stacy would get the hint. To make sure, he said, “I’m married, you know – happily married.” He continued gazing out the window, into the parking lot, hoping to see something interesting to keep his mind where it belonged. At this point he’d welcome a spaceship full of aliens from Saturn.

Unfortunately, there was nothing of intrigue outside. He tried focusing on the cars. There were three out in the parking lot. One belonged to him and, presumably, another belonged to Miss Clemmons. Before he could give the third car thought, Stacy planted herself on Dan’s lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulder. She gazed out the window with him and asked, “What’cha lookin’ at?”

He turned his head to answer her and glanced down. His eyes felt glued to her. Complete shock cut off any answer he might’ve given.

Stacy Clemmons was completely naked.